*I do not own Star Trek or any of it's characters. I am not making money off of this, I am just writing this for the heck of it.*
Haha, I loved writing this chapter....you'll know why when you read it.
My Word
"Bridge to Ensign Le Fievre, come in Le Fievre," a voice woke her up from a nap that she was taking in her room.
"Bridge thiz ez Ensign Le Fievre, what might I be able to do for zou?"she replied groggily into her communicator.
"Please report to the Bridge immediately. Bridge out!" the voice ordered.
She got up slowly and straightened her skirt. She was sort of ticked off that they had woken her during pretty much the only time she had taken off in a few days. Those stupid little buggers were proving to be harder to nuke than anyone had originally thought. She found herself pulling double shifts just so she could work that much more to get just that much closer. Often Bones would have to drag her out of the research lab just so she would eat and get some sleep before she collapsed. She was starting to feel the effects of her long work hours but she just shrugged it off and figured that she could sleep all she wanted when this was all over.
She quickly checked her appearance to make sure that she looked at least slightly presentable and then set off for the Bridge. The halls were filled with only a handful of people and this wasn't just due to the hour it was. More and more people were being sent down to the quarantined part of the ship, whose area was slowly growing with the increasing population of infected people.
The silence of the halls was really starting to bug her. It drove her to feel slightly paranoid as each sound she heard made her jump. She was constantly looking around herself, making sure that no one was following her or acting strangely.
Finally, when she got into the turbolift, she felt able to relax. In just a few short moments, she would be in a room that was still filled with people bustling about. As the doors opened up, she sighed softly before walking into the bright and busy room.
"Ensign Le Fievre, good your here," she heard the captain say as he turned to look at her with his trademark smile plastered on his face. She took a few steps towards the captain so that he wouldn't have to speak loudly if he didn't wish to.
"I have heard from Doctor McCoy that you have been working very hard on an antidote for the ... pandemic we are currently experiencing. Is this correct?"the captain asked.
"Yeez sire, theez ez correct," she replied tying to sound awake and perky even though she was practically on autopilot at the moment.
"Good, then I have some good news for you. The Star Fleet Medical Center has decided that they will help us with finding a cure to this ... disease. You will now be working with some of the best researchers while you are on duty. Star Fleet, and I, hope that this partnership will things speed up and the cure will be found before this gets too far out of hand," the captain told her in a calm voice.
Felicity's heart started to pound in her chest. She was going to be working on this with the best that Star Fleet had. It was truly an honour and she was sure that this would indeed speed things along seeing as she was starting to be at a loss of ideas.
"Et would be an honour to work with them sire," she said softly.
"I'm glad you feel that way," he replied with a grin."Now go get some rest and some food in you, you look like a zombie. Dismissed."
With a nod Le Fievre walked out of the room but not before scanning it for anyone she knew. Lieutenant Uhura was at her post but that was it out of anyone she was on friendly terms with. She hoped that it was just because all of the others were taking their break and not because they were in quarantine.
She found herself walking back to her room without even thinking. She was happy to let herself walk while her mind raced with new ideas that she would propose tomorrow. She was happy, until she almost rammed into someone if they hadn't grabbed her elbow to stop her from walking right into them.
Without looking up, she muttered a quick thanks and an apology. She went to walk away but she realised that the person in question was still holding onto her. She looked up at the person to identify him or her and ask them to let go. She looked up at Pavel Chekov and her heart just about shattered.
His face was twisted with sorrow and worry. His eyes were staring off into the distance in a trance like state and seemed a bit red and puffy, almost like he had been crying. Her heart fluttered and she suddenly felt the urge to hug him and kiss away the pain he was in.
"Whatever ez the matter, Chekov?" she asked softly.
He blinked a few times as her voice seemed to wake him from his trance, almost as if he too had just noticed who he had almost run into. His eyes were filled with pain as he looked down to meet his brown orbs with her green ones. She knew that something was wrong, terribly wrong and it pained her that she didn't know what that was.
"Felicity," he muttered, his voice cracking slightly and caused the girl's heart to get caught in her throat."Et ez Sulu, he ez in quaranteened."
"Oh Chevok," she said trying very very hard not to get all emotional.
Sulu had always been nothing but kind to her and it did pain her to hear that there was nothing that could be done for him in the time being. A few tears managed to force their way out but that was all she would let her body do against her will. Even if she was tired, she would not have any of this rebelling business from her own being.
"Zat ez terrible. Vient, let'z go to my quarterz were we can talk without anyone listening," she gently coaxed. (Come)
He nodded and followed her as she made her way to her room. At the door she entered the password without even thinking and walked into her small room. Chekov was so silent and pale that she feared that he had slipped into a living coma.
"Do zou want anything to drink?" she asked softly. Not wanting to bother him but wanting him to feel comfortable.
"I don't suppose you have any hard liquor," he said obviously trying to be funny but failing cause he actually ment it.
" No, sorry but I do have..." she starting looking through her small fridge for anything that he might like." Some red wine or I came make us something hot."
He looked at her with slight disbelief as she mentioned the red wine but nodded slightly so she took that as a yes. She didn't want him thinking she drank a lot or anything but at the same time... she was French so she did like a bit of wine every now and then; it calmed her nerves and helped her relax. She had been drinking the stuff since she was twelve or so, like practically every other child in France her parents were rather relaxed about the topic.
She poured them both a glass and passing him his. She kicked off her boots and sat on her bed, leaning against the wall. She motioned for him to join her, not thinking about how inappropriate of a gesture it was. Normally she would have been all shy and nervous to even invite a guy into her room but this was in a whole other setting than normal. Today, the pair weren't having a date; they were simply grieving over some troubling news.
He kicked off his shoes and joined her on her bed. They both sat there for a bit, just drinking there wine and staring off into nothing. Suddenly his hand found hers and she looked over at him. He was looking at her with a very intense look on his face.
"Promeze me something Felicity," he said softly." Promeze me that you vheel find a cure for thes."
"Chekov, oh Chekov," she muttered leaning in closer to him wanting to make his suffering stop." I wheel do my best, you know zat, but I can't promise anything. I don't know what wheel happen, I don't even know ef you can cure ziss thing," she paused for a moment to take a deep, calming breath." I'll do my best, zats all I can give you. "
He still was looking at her intensely when she was done speaking. She had a feeling that he wasn't mad at her or anything like that, she just got this feeling that was hard to explain. It felt like they were being pulled magnetically together by some unknown force. It was hard to resist but Felicity felt like she had to. She set her half drunk wine glass down on the floor to distract herself from the fact that he was slowly getting closer to her.
She saw him down the last of his wine and place his glass on her bedside table. When they sat up, they were closer than they ever where before. She finally couldn't fight it anymore and allowed herself to inch closer and closer to him until she had her head on his shoulder and he placed his arm around her neck. A sigh escaped her lips and she closed her eyes feeling safe and relaxed. She felt his hand run through her hair and make its way to the back of her head to slowly turn her head so she was facing him.
"Felicity," he muttered in her ear. "I am going to kiss you."
Her heart fluttered and she sighed on the inside. How perfect was this? This was really starting to turn out to be like one of those fairy tales she loved as a child.
She felt his lips draw closer and closer to hers but she kept her eyes shut and just let herself feel. Before she knew it, his lips were gently pressing against hers and she melted on the inside. After a few seconds he pulled away and she opened her eyes slowly. She couldn't help the blush that made its way to her cheeks or the small smile that her mouth was now sporting. He seemed happy about the kiss too, his lips were now in a smile and he did look less like a ghost and more like the beaming boy she knew.
"You don't know how long I've vanted to do zat," he muttered to her.
"Ef et ez as long as I have, then yes I do," she muttered back.
She left out a deep breath and then let herself lay down just in front of Chekov, earning a raised eyebrow.
"What? I am tired," she said with a bit of a shrug.
Chekov smiled slightly and lay down next to her. "I guess I am too," he said kissing her forehead.
She smiled and snuggled closer into him for warmth and comfort.
"Bonne nuit," she muttered with her eyes all ready closed. (Good night)
"dobroy nochi, krasivaya" he muttered back. (Good night, beautiful)
