Attacked: Part Three: Friendship
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Reviewer Response:
Sarah: Yeah, I know, bad Sukuru! I meant the Sick Bay scene to be slightly longer, but I just couldn't figure out what to write, so I ended it really quickly. There's more Sulu and Uhura in this Chapter, though.
Ariennye: Aw, thanks! And please write an Elevator Enterprise part three. . .please?
Penguin Queen: It wasn't that powerful, was it? Oh well, thanks anyway!
Empress Leia: Sorry for a few hours ago! Hope you feel better now.
Kaz: Yeah, I am. Till I found out the only food we have in the house is POTATO!
I-Am-bug: Actually, I think Green got murdered in "The Man Trap". *Checks* Hmm. . .yes, he was. Killed, I mean. But, heck with it, it's Star Trek. There's no continuity anyway.
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Chekov nestled his head back further into the pillow and glared at the ceiling, ignoring the man who sat beside him and clenching his fists.
What was it to them? Okay, he got in a fight; so? He got into a fight on K- 7, he got into a fight on Triskelion, he tried to get into a fight when he was affected by the Beta-X entity.
No-one made a big deal then, why should they now?
"Pavel..." Sulu shifted uncomfortably on his chair and sighed.
Whenever Chekov gave him the cold shoulder he knew something was wrong. Just like the time the ship had been taken over by those weirdoes who wanted to find Eden...Chekov had ignored him when asked about Irina. And asked, and asked.
The young Russian contemplated rolling over onto his side and pulling the blanket over his head, then cursed silently in Russian. A) He couldn't roll over because he had broken ribs, and they would crack further if he turned over and B) He couldn't pull the blanket over his head because he was claustrophobic and it remind him of...of...
"Vhy ken't you just leave me alone?" He snapped instead, easing himself a bit higher on the pillows and finally meeting Sulu's gaze with a glower, "it's none of your business, okay? If I vanted you to know I vould tell you!"
"It's obviously something deeply personal," Sulu stated bluntly in a negotiating tone, "but it would feel better to get it off your chest-"
"It's been on my chest for the last nine years."
"That's what I mean."
"You're the last person I vould tell ewen if I could tell someone."
"What?" That took Sulu by surprise, "why?"
"Because before I'd know it you'd've told Uhura, then she vould have told Rand, then Rand vould have told the Keptin and the Keptin vould then've inwited me to his office for a nice long chat and before you know it I'll be in COUNSELLING!"
Chekov had sat up properly now and was ignoring the protest in his chest. His face had flushed a deep scarlet and his breathing was becoming more laboured: through stress and his ribs.
"Lie back down." Sulu's voice was literally brimming with hurt, but he still worried about his friend, "you'll just hurt yourself some more."
"Fat lot you care!"
"I DO care, actually, I care more than everyone else on this ship!"
"No you don't! If you really care then you'd just leave me alone - argh!" Chekov clutched a hand to his chest and put the other back on the bed to steady himself, "just...get....out..."
"No." Sulu reached out his own hand to steady his friend, who slapped it away and lay back down.
"Out."
"No."
"Get out. Now. Before I call the security guard outside the door."
"Chekov-"
"I SAID, GET OUT! Just get out of this room! Now!"
"Okay, okay. I'm going."
Chekov watched the dejected form slink out of the door, scowling. He took a second look to make sure Sulu was gone, then brought his monitor close up to him and accessed his personal photo album.
The first photo in there was of a woman with large brown eyes, long brown hair and clear white skin. She wasn't exactly beautiful; she was close enough to pretty.
Chekov stared at her face for a long time before suddenly, angrily, shoving the monitor away and lying flat out again.
"Dad..." He hissed at the empty room in general, "if I ever find you, I'm goink to KILL YOU!"
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Reviewer Response:
Sarah: Yeah, I know, bad Sukuru! I meant the Sick Bay scene to be slightly longer, but I just couldn't figure out what to write, so I ended it really quickly. There's more Sulu and Uhura in this Chapter, though.
Ariennye: Aw, thanks! And please write an Elevator Enterprise part three. . .please?
Penguin Queen: It wasn't that powerful, was it? Oh well, thanks anyway!
Empress Leia: Sorry for a few hours ago! Hope you feel better now.
Kaz: Yeah, I am. Till I found out the only food we have in the house is POTATO!
I-Am-bug: Actually, I think Green got murdered in "The Man Trap". *Checks* Hmm. . .yes, he was. Killed, I mean. But, heck with it, it's Star Trek. There's no continuity anyway.
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Chekov nestled his head back further into the pillow and glared at the ceiling, ignoring the man who sat beside him and clenching his fists.
What was it to them? Okay, he got in a fight; so? He got into a fight on K- 7, he got into a fight on Triskelion, he tried to get into a fight when he was affected by the Beta-X entity.
No-one made a big deal then, why should they now?
"Pavel..." Sulu shifted uncomfortably on his chair and sighed.
Whenever Chekov gave him the cold shoulder he knew something was wrong. Just like the time the ship had been taken over by those weirdoes who wanted to find Eden...Chekov had ignored him when asked about Irina. And asked, and asked.
The young Russian contemplated rolling over onto his side and pulling the blanket over his head, then cursed silently in Russian. A) He couldn't roll over because he had broken ribs, and they would crack further if he turned over and B) He couldn't pull the blanket over his head because he was claustrophobic and it remind him of...of...
"Vhy ken't you just leave me alone?" He snapped instead, easing himself a bit higher on the pillows and finally meeting Sulu's gaze with a glower, "it's none of your business, okay? If I vanted you to know I vould tell you!"
"It's obviously something deeply personal," Sulu stated bluntly in a negotiating tone, "but it would feel better to get it off your chest-"
"It's been on my chest for the last nine years."
"That's what I mean."
"You're the last person I vould tell ewen if I could tell someone."
"What?" That took Sulu by surprise, "why?"
"Because before I'd know it you'd've told Uhura, then she vould have told Rand, then Rand vould have told the Keptin and the Keptin vould then've inwited me to his office for a nice long chat and before you know it I'll be in COUNSELLING!"
Chekov had sat up properly now and was ignoring the protest in his chest. His face had flushed a deep scarlet and his breathing was becoming more laboured: through stress and his ribs.
"Lie back down." Sulu's voice was literally brimming with hurt, but he still worried about his friend, "you'll just hurt yourself some more."
"Fat lot you care!"
"I DO care, actually, I care more than everyone else on this ship!"
"No you don't! If you really care then you'd just leave me alone - argh!" Chekov clutched a hand to his chest and put the other back on the bed to steady himself, "just...get....out..."
"No." Sulu reached out his own hand to steady his friend, who slapped it away and lay back down.
"Out."
"No."
"Get out. Now. Before I call the security guard outside the door."
"Chekov-"
"I SAID, GET OUT! Just get out of this room! Now!"
"Okay, okay. I'm going."
Chekov watched the dejected form slink out of the door, scowling. He took a second look to make sure Sulu was gone, then brought his monitor close up to him and accessed his personal photo album.
The first photo in there was of a woman with large brown eyes, long brown hair and clear white skin. She wasn't exactly beautiful; she was close enough to pretty.
Chekov stared at her face for a long time before suddenly, angrily, shoving the monitor away and lying flat out again.
"Dad..." He hissed at the empty room in general, "if I ever find you, I'm goink to KILL YOU!"