Attacked: Part Five: Gone
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A/N: Okay, to make up for the lack of updating I have done two chapters in a row.
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"Murdered?" Chêchanna repeated stupidly, gazing at the serious expression on his face, "what, as in...murdered?"
"That's usually vhat the vord 'murdered' means, yes." Chekov replied coldly, laying back down on the pillow and staring at the ceiling, "I just came home from school vun day and found her lying out on the rug vith a knife in her back."
"That's...horrible." Chêchanna murmured, staring at him in dismay, "d'you know who did it?"
"Oh yes."
"Did you tell the police?"
"Oh no." Chekov shook his head against the headrest, his hair spreading out slightly on the soft material, "or I vouldn't be here now, vould I?"
Chêchanna stared at him for a few seconds more before McCoy walked into Sick Bay, back from lunch-break.
"Ah, I see you two are talking to one another." He commented, "good. How'd you feel, Chekov?"
"Fine as ewer." The young navigator responded coolly, picking at his nails, "although I am a leetle bored."
"Hmm. Well, you can access the ship's library through that monitor. Chêchanna, you log in the books, have we got any new ones?"
"Yes. By Isaac Asimov too. He was a Russian/American author."
"Alright. I'll try those."
"Chêchanna?" McCoy had picked up a clip file from his desk and was looking at it, "you haven't had a Scan yet for that hip of yours. We're gonna hafta stretcher you to the Analysis Chamber - slightly stupid name, I know, but it serves it purpose."
"Why, Doctor," Chêchanna teased, "you sound almost like Mr. Spock."
"Thank you." McCoy said with a forced smile, "Chekov? You gonna be alright on your own for a while?"
"Yes Doctor." Chekov replied, his eyes glued to the first story of "Robot Visions", "I'll be absolutely fine."
"Alright. If you want anything though, you just comm. Nurse Chapel. She's on duty in the Nurses Office on the deck below us."
"Aye." The Russian replied automatically. He hadn't actually registered anything McCoy had just said.
"See you later then." McCoy left the room momentarily to ask the guard outside to help him with Chêchanna, "is it okay if I borrow your guard? It'll only take a minute and he'll be back here."
"Mm." Chekov mumbled, wishing the Doctor wouldn't keep interrupting him.
"Okay then. See you in a bit."
Once outside, having second thoughts, McCoy commed security and asked for a replacement guard to be sent to stand guard outside of Sick Bay.
Lieutenant DeSalle, who had been getting extremely bored, volunteered.
It took him ten minutes to get up to Sick Bay.
And when he looked inside to alert Chekov he was there, the young Ensign as no-where to be seen.
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A/N: Okay, to make up for the lack of updating I have done two chapters in a row.
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"Murdered?" Chêchanna repeated stupidly, gazing at the serious expression on his face, "what, as in...murdered?"
"That's usually vhat the vord 'murdered' means, yes." Chekov replied coldly, laying back down on the pillow and staring at the ceiling, "I just came home from school vun day and found her lying out on the rug vith a knife in her back."
"That's...horrible." Chêchanna murmured, staring at him in dismay, "d'you know who did it?"
"Oh yes."
"Did you tell the police?"
"Oh no." Chekov shook his head against the headrest, his hair spreading out slightly on the soft material, "or I vouldn't be here now, vould I?"
Chêchanna stared at him for a few seconds more before McCoy walked into Sick Bay, back from lunch-break.
"Ah, I see you two are talking to one another." He commented, "good. How'd you feel, Chekov?"
"Fine as ewer." The young navigator responded coolly, picking at his nails, "although I am a leetle bored."
"Hmm. Well, you can access the ship's library through that monitor. Chêchanna, you log in the books, have we got any new ones?"
"Yes. By Isaac Asimov too. He was a Russian/American author."
"Alright. I'll try those."
"Chêchanna?" McCoy had picked up a clip file from his desk and was looking at it, "you haven't had a Scan yet for that hip of yours. We're gonna hafta stretcher you to the Analysis Chamber - slightly stupid name, I know, but it serves it purpose."
"Why, Doctor," Chêchanna teased, "you sound almost like Mr. Spock."
"Thank you." McCoy said with a forced smile, "Chekov? You gonna be alright on your own for a while?"
"Yes Doctor." Chekov replied, his eyes glued to the first story of "Robot Visions", "I'll be absolutely fine."
"Alright. If you want anything though, you just comm. Nurse Chapel. She's on duty in the Nurses Office on the deck below us."
"Aye." The Russian replied automatically. He hadn't actually registered anything McCoy had just said.
"See you later then." McCoy left the room momentarily to ask the guard outside to help him with Chêchanna, "is it okay if I borrow your guard? It'll only take a minute and he'll be back here."
"Mm." Chekov mumbled, wishing the Doctor wouldn't keep interrupting him.
"Okay then. See you in a bit."
Once outside, having second thoughts, McCoy commed security and asked for a replacement guard to be sent to stand guard outside of Sick Bay.
Lieutenant DeSalle, who had been getting extremely bored, volunteered.
It took him ten minutes to get up to Sick Bay.
And when he looked inside to alert Chekov he was there, the young Ensign as no-where to be seen.