"Ahhhh! That's s-slightly colder zhan, zhe lake's back in Russia, huh Genewa?" Chekov burst through the waters surface, Dorian still being hugged close against him.. His entire body shook, the cold water making him stiff and rigid, he struggled slightly in the water.

He waited for a moment, but Dorian didn't respond at all...

Come to think of it, she didn't even splutter or gasp for breath.

"Genewa?" He said, slowly moving her body away. She lay limp and unmoving...

"Genewa!" He yelled, shaking her slightly.

He looked around and found part of a platform , that had not yet been submerged. He quickly swam over, carefully keeping Dorian's head out of the water, then lifting her out and putting her on the platform before clambering on, the weight of his clothes almost making him sink back into the water.

"Genewa! Genewa, open your eye's for me!" He called, her eye's closed and her complexion pale, her lips normally a dark shade of pink, now a shade of blue...

"Chekov! What's happened!?" Kirks voice rang out from the comm. He currently sat in the captains chair aboard the Enterprise.

"It's Genewa! She's unconscious!" He called back, he touched the pulse on her throat and felt a slight pulse.

"Chekov! Is she breathing!?" Bones called, from the sound of shuffling probably pushing Kirk out of the way of the comm.

Chekov quickly leant his ear to her face, he felt a slow, short and ragged breath on his skin, but it was slow.

"Barely..." Chekov replied, panic rising in his voice.

"Alright, are her lips blue!?" Bones said, pulling out his PADD, to start measuring her vitals...

"Da."

"How cold was the water!?" Bones asked.

"Extremely, I barely managed zo get out." Chekov admitted.

"Shit, she's gone into shock! Chekov I need you to listen to me carefully!"

"Sir."

"Okay, by chance she's probably ingested some of the water, especially if the shock was straight away. You need to tilt her chin upwards and check her airway is clear." Bones ordered.

Chekov proceeded to do so carefully, suddenly noticing how her throat looked very narrow all of a sudden.

"Dr McCoy her zhroat's closing up!"

"Dammit, I was afraid of this... Okay, now what your going to have to do is pinch her nose lightly and put your mouth over hers and blow... Wait!" Bones called as he flicked back a page on Dorian's medical notes from her last physical.

"Vait?"

"My God, she has type 2 sensitiva crêpât asthma!"

"Vhat does zhat mean?!" This was just panicking the poor Russian more and more, the longer they waited the worse she was getting, but he couldn't do anything on impulse in case he killed his girlfriend.

"She has a rare type of asthma, only one in a thousand people get it! Her sensitivity is much higher than most asthmatics! Chekov! When you blow, blow very slowly, the sudden shock may cause her throat to clamp shut, you need to get her breathing and then find her some medication! Possibly an inhaler!" Bones said.

"I have her inhaler vith me!" Chekov said, feeling in his pocket for the small inhaler.

He tilted her head and lightly pinched her nose.

"Vhat if I-"

"It's easy enough, you spend most of your time with your tongue down her throat anyway!" Bones slid in the comment.

He placed his lips on her and very gently blew, a small yet solid amount of air pushing through...

He looked at her face and it stayed the same, he tried again and then a third time with no luck..

"Anything!?" Uhura asked, her voice worried and slightly shaken.

"No... Come on Genewa, please..." Chekov tried again, he watched her face...

Nothing...

Until...

She suddenly jerked and a shrill, weak cough came from her throat, her back arched and she clawed at her chest, gasping for air.

A sudden panic as she realized she didn't have an inhaler.

"Genewa!" Chekov quickly steadied her and supported her back with his arm, lifting her and sliding her inhaler gently into her mouth..

With a soft click and a low puff, Dorian began to calm down, her breathing eventually steadying as the inhaler regulated it.

"Chekov is she-"

"She's awake!" He said, his relief coming out in a smile.

Dorian removed the inhaler from her mouth and gradually opened her eye's. The first thing she saw was Chekov.

"P-Pasha?... Ow..." Dorian shrieked quietly as Chekov engulfed her in a hug.

"I though you had-"

"H-Hey, I'm okay, see!" Dorian chuckled, hugging Chekov back.

Chekov then noticed how much she was shivering.

He wrapped his arms around her tightly, rubbing up and down her exposed arms in an attempt to warm her up.

"Geneva?" Bones and Kirk's voice called from the Comm...

"Oh, Bones, Jim... Hey!" She called weakly, her head lolling against Chekov's shoulder.

She felt incredibly tired, but knew if she went to sleep she may not wake up again.

"We're going to have a talk about your asthma when we get back!" Bones said, trying to sound angry, but his tone being that of relief.

"What do you mean?"

"You're type two sensitiva crêpât asthmatic!" He yelled.

"No, I'm type one. I was told I'm type one, both by my parents and my doctor since I was little!" She said alarmed.

Her mind raced, that couldn't be right!

"Your medical shows your type two! Are you sure you were told your type one?" Bones asked.

"I'm a doctor, I-I'm not going to lie about s-something l-like this, especially if I'm going into space, with different oxygen pressures." She replied.

Bones knew what she was saying was truth, or as true as she knew of anyway.

"Alright, just get yourself out of that base and we can talk about it later." Jim spoke into the comm.

"Aye sir." Both of the teens said.

"And Chekov get her warmed up!" Bones called.

"On iz!" Chekov replied.

Dorian shakily took out her tricorder and looked at the map... They weren't far, the but drop had left them short by six levels...

Chekov stood up, carrying most of Dorian's weight as she stumbled tiredly.

This was the first time he had ever seen her so weak. Normally she was the one carrying him.

Dorian and Chekov walked the halls of Starfleet academy, red uniforms soaked in water due to the thunder storm currently bombarding San Francisco. Dorian's hair was in ringlets due to the moisture in her hair, making it curl almost like Chekov's hair.

As they walked through with other students puddles began forming in the halls.

"Not a word." Dorian huffed, pushing her wet curls out of her face.

"But, you zhe little ringlez just pop up randomly!" Chekov laughed.

"Shut up!" Dorian scolded a hot blush on her cheeks.

"Iz even curlier that-" Chekov suddenly slipped on a wet patch and fell backwards and sideways, a yelp leaving his mouth as his head bounced of the floor and he landed awkwardly on his leg.

"Pav!" Dorian yelled, quickly rushing over, his curls had fallen over his eye's and he moaned groggily.

She gently lifted his head, but didn't see any blood.

"Ow!" He yelped.

"Shut up! Only you could slip in here! Serves you right for making fun of me, now let me see your leg!" Dorian ordered.

She felt lightly at him leg and he hissed in pain.

"Nothing's broken, you're going to get a bruise though... Come on if you come back to the medical labs with me we'll get your head checked out and get you a hypo spray for your bruise." Dorian said, softly brushing the curls from his eye's.

"I'm fine, really." He waved her off, but she tapped at his knee cap and he hissed.

"Sure you are, the last guy that knocked his head and didn't do anything about it died of an aneurism. Now as your attending physician I am telling you to lean on me and be escorted to the medical lab!" Dorian said fiercely.

Chekov hesitated for a moment, then leaned on her shoulder.

"Come on mate." Dorian smiled, supporting Chekov's weight.

"Well this is a role reversal isn't it?" Dorian coughed, as Chekov helped her, he almost offered to carry her, but he knew she would be annoyed by the thought.

One thing Dorian wasn't was a needy or helpless person, not ever!

She followed her tricorder through the maze of abandoned corridors, occasionally seeing the bodies of the dead as she passed...

There was nothing that could be done for them.

Eventually they made it into the secondary science lab, which was fitted with maintenance equipment. Re-breathers and a mini transporter device used to transport objects or possibly people for up to fifty meters.. well after a bit of tweaking from Chekov. While they were there they also found an abandoned flight jacket... which was also luckily blue. Chekov gave it to Dorian. At first she refused, seeing how Chekov shivered, but he eventually forced it onto her body and she shivered into the collar quickly, revelling in the warmth of the coat, being it wasn't damp like the rest of her clothes.

"How many re-breathers are there?" Dorian asked.

She looked at the corridor and a thick trickle of water made it's way up as the whole base suddenly jerked upwards... It was starting to split!

"Abouz six... Zhey von'z last long zhough, probably abouz zoo minuzes each..." He said.

"Okay, I'd say we have about thirty, thirty five minutes tops before this whole part of the base is split and submerged. We need to hurry." Dorian said.

Chekov nodded, grabbing her hand and began running for the access tunnels. According to the tricorder, if they followed the tunnels and separated off at the sixth turn they would be right below the shuttle bay. As they ran Dorian heard a gush of water and looked behind her, the liquid pouring in as they ran. Chekov quickly found the access hatch, but it was locked!

The water sped towards them, sloshing and gurgling into the very crevices of the bases structure.

Dorian looked around and saw the doors access panel. She quickly hacked it's systems and locked it. The water splashing at the door. Through the glass she could see the water almost levitate what had ben washed through.

Plant's, various types of equipment, Dead bodies...

Apparently a lot of the bases staff had made it off... By looking at the mass of waterlogged bodies, Dorian wondered how just how many hadn't been so lucky.

Chekov suddenly cursed loudly in Russian and Dorian turned around to see what was going on. She jogged over and looked down at the open access panel in shock... The whole thing was completely filled with water...

"What do we do now?" Dorian asked...

The whole thing looked pitch black, it would be impossible to navigate properly, especially since it would be too dark to see the tricorders.

"You havw zhe manual zransporters don'z you?" Chekov turned to Dorian, placing his hands on her shoulders.

She didn't like where this was going...

"Yes... Why?"

"I'll do iz." He said, the confidence in his voice alarming Dorian a great deal.

"What!?"

"Iz vould ve zoo dangerous for you to go, you mighz gez vorse vith your aszma." He replied.

"And what about you!? What if you get stuck in there or lost!? Pavel you'll drown!" She yelled in alarm. Only using his full name when something serious needed to be said.

"Look, I can hold my breazh for... a bit more zhan zhree minutes. If I memorize zhe rouze and get out at one of the interwals before zhen, I can zeleport you to zhat point!" He reasoned.

"And what if you don't!?"

"Zhen I will, send you a beep from my comm, one beep for I'm zaking air from zhe re-breather, zoo to get me out . And you zeleport me out. Okay?" Chekov said, he looked into her eye's for an answer.

Dorian desperately wanted to argue with him. See if there was another way of getting around, but she had just sealed there only exit and that didn't look like it would hold for much longer either.

"Fine. Memorize this." She said passing him the tricorder.

Before scanning each other with their teleports quickly.

He looked at it for a few moments, before giving it back to her and nodding.

He wasn't so confident about this either, but he couldn't have her go in there.

"Goz iz." He said.

He looked at the access hatch, taking slow deep breaths.

"Pavel wait!" Dorian called.

He turned around to look at his girlfriend and was shocked to feel her lips latch onto his in a warm loving kiss.

He kissed back immediately wrapping his arms around her waist.

"I love you." He said, breaking away only slightly.

Dorian could have cried...

"I love you too.." Dorian relpied.

Chekov sat on the edge of the access panel, taking a few deep breaths... looking at Dorian and then slipping into the water.

His ears pounded, as he turned left in the tunnel.

It was small and slightly cramped, he was lucky enough to be able to move around in them, kicking off with the bottom he felt his way around. It was almost pitch black in there, he used the light of the tricorder to guide him against the walls, watching out for any loose wires...

Meanwhile Dorian watched his movements through her tricorder... Almost holding her breath every time he made a turn. She looked at her watch on her PADD. It had been just over a minute he was over half way to the interval point, which was about a third of the way down.

She looked hesitantly towards the door and could hear the strain of it as the pressure of water pushed at the metal doors...

She didn't have long...

Chekov felt his way around this would be about the last turn before the interval, he put his hand out and recoiled in pain, a few thin streaks of blood floating in the water. He turned left and saw the light above, his lungs starting to feel hot as he ran out of air. He burst through the surface and breathed heavily, making his way to a part of the floor that was not covered in water and pulling himself on, laying on his back and evening out his breathing, before calling Dorian.

"Genewa?" He coughed.

"Pav! Are you okay!?" She called, her voice obviously panicked.

"I- I'm fine, just abouz zo gez you over... Hov's zhe door holding?" He asked.

"Cracking... Pavel!" She called suddenly there was a loud crashing sound...

And then silence...

He shot up, clicked the transporter button and waited for the bright lights to appear...

Dorian fell onto the floor, only slightly damp.

Chekov scrambled over to Dorian who was gasping with relief. Taking another puff of her inhaler.

"Are you okay!?" He asked.

"Yeah, one of the door's glass windows burst, I'm fine I just thought the whole thing was going to come down. Thanks." She sighed.

"Don't zhank me yet, ve szill hawe tvo more." He coughed slightly.

Dorian and Chekov lay in silence for a moment, before the trickle of red caught Dorian's attention.

"You're cut yourself... Let me bandage that!" She said, the inner Doctor rising within her, as she opened the medical case she was lucky enough to have held onto, even when drowning...

Chekov didn't protest, he cursed a little when some disinfectant was applied and then a waterproof bandage, but then calmed down one it was nicely wrapped up.

"Okay... I'm going." He said, nodding to Dorian before slipping into the next access hatch.

He made sure to swim quickly. He knew this part was probably the longest of the tunnels, so every often beeped to Dorian that he was taking a breath from the re-breather. He remembered most of the route, luckily and quickly found his way through.

He could just about see the next interval, when suddenly he felt himself stop moving, a feeling of his chest being pressed against the bottom part of the tunnel.

He was stuck!

He looked up, the airspace was only a few feet away, he was sure he could almost reach out and touch it. He tried to pull himself through, but was lodged tightly. He decided to try and get to his belt, which held his re-breather and comm, but was alarmed to find that it was on the other side of his body that could move freely, he couldn't put his arms back to reach it!

His mind raced as he tried to push himself through. There was no way to call Dorian, no way to reach his re-breather and he was running out of air fast. His ears pounded and his lungs ached. He desperately wanted to take a breath! The way his chest was pressed against the tunnel wall was almost pushing the air out of him, he tried to pull through again, but it squeezed tighter. A few precious bubbles of air suddenly escaping his mouth. He scraped his hands around the walls hoping to find something to pull himself through with, but his hands scraped against the smooth metal of the tunnel walls.

He felt extremely light headed and struggled frantically. His hands wandered around for anything, he found he was able to snake him body around, but ever so slowly, though he could feel that he was starting to come loose.

His chest burned and he could feel himself almost trying to breathe, even though he would be breathing in water.

He suddenly stopped moving, almost as if he felt his own heart stop...

He couldn't tell if he even had his eye's open, but he was almost feeling what it was like...

To die.

And then he remembered one crucial thing.

If he didn't get out there would be no way Dorian could! She was relying on him!

He couldn't let her die!

He phased into life, twisting his body, almost like a snake until he came loose, quickly pulling himself out and scrambling to the surface, with a loud cough, quickly transporting over Dorian.

He retched water from his lungs, turning on his side and desperately trying to breathe, his throat sounded like it was rattling, almost like there was water still in his chest.

"Pavel!" Dorian said, turning him over.

"I-I Goz s-szuck." He coughed, his vision was blurred, almost like there was water still in his eyes.

"Why didn't you call me!?" Dorian asked in alarm, placing her ear to his chest and listening to his breathing.

"Co-Couldnz reach..." He wheezed.

She looked at the water, he couldn't take another go in that. It would kill him for sure, he was probably already experiencing secondary drowning right now!

She kissed his forehead softly, and he followed her gaze.

"No..." He protested weakly.

"Pasha you-"

"No, y-you can't go, what if your asthma-"

"DAMN MY ASTHMA! ... Sorry does that... Pasha, I did the same physical courses as you in the academy I passed all the courses for swimming, regardless of my asthma. I don't know how long I've been a type two for, but it hasn't stopped me. I'm a doctor! You will not survive another trip in those tunnels! I'm smaller and can probably fit through the gaps! Now you're going to regulate your breaths evenly, hand me your re-breathers and let me help you!" She argued...

He knew he couldn't stop her... Even if he tried...

He hesitantly handed her the re-breathers, only about two of them worked now...

"Okay same process." She nodded.

She took a few shaky breaths and then slipped under the surface, the darkness scared her slightly.

The fear of drowning was a primal one, fighting against an inevitable fate as your lungs fill with water...

Fumbling aimlessly in the dark until you drowned.

Not the best way to go!

Dorian followed the path, occasionally taking in air from the re-breather. She hoped she was out soon, they were almost empty and her chest was beginning to hurt. She turned left at one of the crossings and then padded her hands through another smaller part... She stopped hoping she wouldn't get stuck so quickly put the re-breathers and communicators in in her hands and put them in front of her, sliding through the hole, she was almost stuck, she sucked in her stomach and luckily passed through.. She turned left and felt her throat start to feel weird...

This was not a good time.

She hurried her pace until she saw the light of the access panel, praying it worked. She saw the red light and almost screamed, it was locked.. She quickly set about hacking it, trying to massage her throat to make sure she could breathe if she got out!

The moments were agonizing and Dorian was starting to feel light headed.

The access panel flashed green and opened and Dorian shot through spluttering as she grabbed onto the railing and hauled herself onto the platform, looking up she could see another access panel, meaning they were right below the shuttle bay.

Dorian teleported Chekov to her quickly, he still lay on the floor, but seemed to have evened out his breathing.

"T-Told you!" Dorian wheezed, taking a breath of her inhaler, trying to get warm only to realize the jacket was now soaked through...

"Y-Yeah... Come on, let's gez ouz of here!" Chekov pushed himself up and grabbed Dorian, opening the hatch and pushing her through first.

A long the rows were about three shuttles left... a massive stroke of luck!

One was slightly, well broken, one wing gone and the rest of it charred, and another without the necessary components for flight.

The last one however was perfect!

They both quickly got on, readying the controls and hovering off the ground.

The Whole base flew sideways and started to sink, Chekov flew the craft out of the bay and into the open air.

Dorian looked through the screen as the base split into two and sank, an image of the titanic flashing through her mind... All the trouble of getting the base out of danger... was all for nothing.

"Chekov to Enterprise."

"Chekov, we were worried about you, you hadn't been in touch in a while, is Dr Dorian with you?" Jim asked.

"Aye sir." She replied, warming up in the now regulated seat.

"Ve are on a shuttle now sir, zhe-"

The entirety of the lights glowed red and a loud warning signal could be heard from the systems.

"Chekov?" Dorian and Kirk asked.

"Ah! No! No! No!" Chekov yelled in alarm.

"I'm here too you know ! You're not talking to yourself!" Dorian replied, obviously annoyed.

"Zhe Engine! It's stalling! Zhe change in atmosphere, must have made iz worse!" He said.

With a pained sound, the engine cut out completely, there was a moment of stillness, before the shuttle descended into freefall!

They both screamed, the vast body of sea rushing towards them. The screen wasn't going to hold!

Dorian quickly jumped up, grabbed Chekov and closed the door, sealing them outside of the cockpit and into the back of the shuttle.

The shuttle splashed into the sea, with a loud crash and the roar of water, a pained churning sound coming from the exterior supports of the craft. Both the teens fell backwards Dorian landing on Chekov with a pained groan.

"Zhanks." He groaned.

"Chekov! Dorian!" Jims voice called.

"Aye sir, we crashed into... the sea.." Dorian said suddenly grasping at the harsh reality of the situation they were in.

They were sinking to the bottom, God knows how long a drop it would be.

Suddenly with a hard shake the sinking feeling came to a stop!

"We stopped sinking?" Dorian asked.

"No... Well yes, do you want the good news or the bad news?" Kirk asked.

"Good first." They both agreed.

"The good news is you've stopped not too far from the surface, say 40 meters... The bad news is, you're on the edge of a trench." He replied.

Chekov sat up and quickly checked his PADD.

"Ve have another problem..." He said.

"What now!?"

"Zhe pressure musz hawe crushed part of the life support systems... Oxygen pressure is slowly fading out..."

"So... We'll suffocate, long before we drown?"

"Hopefully..." He replied.

Dorian suddenly hissed, taking off her jacket and looking to the bandage, which was now stained red. Her shoulder wound had re-opened.

"Crap!" Dorian cringed, holding her arm.

Chekov quickly found her case and got out another set of bandages, Dorian could do the rest better than him, he was no Doctor.

"So, how long would you say we have?" Dorian asked.

"Vell, if I zurn off the heating system, it vould buy us anozher tventy minuzes, buz-"
"Do it..." Dorian said.

"But-"
"No but's, Pavel turn it off, I'll be fine!" She said sternly.

He knew she was lying, the way she shivered and the way she looked like she was going to drop off to sleep any second, of course she was lying. But she wouldn't take no for an answer, she would probably do it herself too...

One the Enterprise the Bridge crew raced around quickly trying to think of something to do to get the teens out!

"Could we somehow winch them out?" Bones asked.

"No, the sudden movement could send the shuttle over the edge of the trench, the pressure most likely killing the Ensigns." Spock said tonelessly.

The whole crew looked even more alarmed especially Sulu, Bones and Uhura, who looked just about ready to tear out their own hair!

"Scotty, how long till the craft fills with water?" Jim asked from his seat.

"I cannae tell Captain! An hour probably! But they'll run out of oxygen in twenty minutes. The lad was smart enough to save power by switching off the heating systems!" There was a slight tone of relief in Scotty's voice.

But for Bones this caused an even bigger problem.

"Jim! She's a type two asthmatic that's not even come out of shock! It's only going to get worse as she gets colder!" Bones hissed to Jim.

His mind was racing for answers.

"Uhura keep their line open!" Jim said.
"Aye sir!" She replied, furiously working with her panels.

"How badly has the ion storms affected our transports?" Jim called to Sulu.

"Pretty badly sir, it's blocking our scans completely and we can't differentiate the shuttle from them with this level of interference, we may beam aboard one without the other." Sulu replied.

"Not if we were to boost part of the power to strengthening the signal through their com. If we could do that then we could get a clear signal" Scotty replied.

"Uhura?" Jim turned to her.

She nodded and got to work straight away.

It was now a race against time.

Chekov sat on the floor, back against the wall and Dorian in his arms. She shivered uncontrollably as their breaths hung in the cold air.

"P-Pav?" She choked.

"Shhh, it's okay." He soothed, trying his best to keep her warm.

The oxygen was getting lighter and lighter and he could barely move as it was.

"You know apparently this is supposed to create a feeling of Euphoria." She said.

"Anyzhing?" He asked.

"Nope, you?"

"Nozing." He replied, though it was starting to become an effort to breathe steadily.

"You kept it." Dorian breathed.

"Huh?"

"My inhaler, you kept it all these years... why?" Dorian asked, a small smile on her tired face.

"You zold me zoo, in case you needed it." Chekov replied.

"Thank you." Dorian smiled back.

They sat in silence for a moment, Chekov looked at the time on his PADD.

They only had about five minutes of oxygen left and that was thin.

"Genewa." He said quietly.

"Ugh..." Dorian groaned, snuggling into Chekov's chest, putting the coat she had gotten around them both, though it was barely big enough.

"I'm very glad I got to be your boyfriend, if we die I hope you know that." He said, grasping her hand.

His eye's felt heavy and his chest felt like the beats against it were slowing down.

"I'm glad too, Pasha." She sighed sleepily.

This was it... It had to be.

Dorian and Chekov slid onto the floor as they fell into unconsciousness, there hands still intertwined.

The bright lights appeared in the transporter room where Jim, Spock, Bones and about six nurses were waiting. Suddenly there was a loud, harsh, wet smack on the floor and as the lights faded, both Dorian and Chekov lay on the floor passed out and close together, even though they were on separate pads, their hands still locked together.

"Hurry!" Bones said rushing over.

The two were pulled apart and taken to sickbay on separate stretchers. Bones and the nurses worked fast, quickly getting the two teenagers warm and seeing to their various injuries.

Chekov had bruises around his arms chest and legs, a lot later than when he had been caught in that accident in engineering. He was also suffering from secondary drowning symptoms. Dorian on the other hand was suffering from a late asthma attack and shock, she had a very high risk of getting pneumonia, both had to be put into a medical induced coma for eight hours.

When they finally woke up they had the entirety of the worried bridge crew, Bones, Scotty and even Keenser, considering how nice Dorian was to him.

"Christ, how did you lot get into my room!" Dorian laughed.

"Ahhh zhe light hurtz my eyes.." Chekov groaned sitting up, he was on the bed next to her.

The others just grinned and laughed. Explaining what had happened from both points.

Jim had been lucky enough to catch the Tanzanite before it went to warp, and had grilled Markzin on what he had done...

Idiot had set off all the mining bots at once...

"So you really didn't know you were type two?" Bones asked.

"No, but it's something I'll have to take up with my parents a little later." Dorian replied.

Eventually everyone calmed down and left Dorian and Chekov alone in sickbay.

"Come on there young I'm sure they want to jump right back into the action!" Jim said, walking with Sulu and Bones to see the two teens in sick bay.

"Just cause they're out of danger doesn't mean they can just go!" Bones said warningly.

"But the action!" Jim protested. They walked into the med-bay and smiled.

Chekov lay with Dorian under the blankets of the bio-bed, obviously not moving her as she was wired to a breathing machine for her asthma.

They lay snuggled into one another sound asleep. They were exhausted.

"I'd say they've had enough action for one day." Sulu laughed.

All three of them exiting again...

-End of Part Two-

-Part Three: Skillet, starts in the next chapter!

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