Broken Wings
"No, Gracie. No." I could hear Chekov crying and sobs immediately racked my sore body.
"Chekov, you gonna cry and I'll cry!" I muttered. I was hugged by strong arms, and felt none of the pain I expected to have. I hugged Chekov back and took a deep breath. "I'm here, Chekov. I'm here. Shh. Don't cry, please." I rubbed his back just as my parents came in. My mom freaked and hugged me nearly to death along with poor Chekov. Dad actually started to cry and said something about Chekov staying even though the entire crew thought I was dead. Really, my dad cried. I'm not playing around with Leonard H. McCoy crying. Chekov looked at me and looked to my lips for permission to kiss them. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his in a mildly heated kiss. He smiled gleefully and kissed back while softly stroking my broken wing. It didn't hurt, but it tickled. I shivered under his soft, gentle strokes as we kissed. My parents sighed, happy it's not like their first kiss. I've been told by mom that dad pinned her to the wall as they made out heavily. Hmmm.....I opened my lips, and Chekov responded by slipping his tongue between them. I moaned softly, it felt so right. He drew back, looking around the room. My parents were gone.
"I love you, Gracie. I'm glad I was able to help your dad by keeping you calm. I thought you were alive while eweryone else thought you were dead." This made his blue eyes well up with tears again. "But I made sure your parents beliewed it, too."
"Thank you. Take my broken wing and concentrate on healing it. Believe you can heal it, Chekov."
"But--"
"No buts, do it." I ordered. He nodded, kissing my forehead before gently putting his hands on my broken wing, and he concentrated. The wing began to glow a Heavenly gold, signaling it was healing. He truly was believing in healing me. My ribs cracked back together, and my shoulder wound healed, too.
"There." He whispered, facing me. We kissed again, but it was short. I was released from the Sick Bay later that day amazingly. Dad and Mom made me go get something to eat with Chekov and I told him it's gonna be our first date. We laughed, talked, and slowly fell more and more in love. I could tell because of the way he tried to make me laugh, and his eyes sparkled when I did. He listened when I talked. I listened when he talked, and smiled and laughed at appropriate times. My broken wing, and broken heart from four years ago, are finally fixed.
FINALE!!! I'll make a one shot for this couple, but nothing else shall be done...Muhahaha! Ok, bad evil laugh...anyway, Hope you liked this story! ^.^