Author's note: Kudos to those who got the movie reference in the title ^_^

I must apologize ahead of time for not typing Pavel's accent. If that irks you, I'm sorry. Most days I'm lucky to type normal accents correctly.

I NEED/WANT/MUST GET SOON some input on who you'd like to see Orion with. Current standings: Jim-2, Bones-1.

But with out further ado....I give you the next chapter!

Orion mumbled darkly under her breath while she paced the interior of her room for the hundredth time that evening. She was walking off the pain in her foot. See earlier, only an hour after the aid left her alone in the room, Orion got hungry. She scoured the place looking for food.

In a frustrated fury Orion kicked the side of the bed. It was too late to realize it was a metal bed. Howling in pain, the young woman hopped around on her foot before sitting on the bed and holding her throbbing foot.

"Why is there no food in this forsaken metallic alloy hunk of dung?" she growled in frustration. That had been a couple of hours ago. Orion decided to try the communicator out but again she realized that she didn't know how to work the damn device. So now in a foul mood, Orion Montgomery was pacing and thinking about what to do next.

It was one of the only things she could have done to keep from thinking of home. Orion knew it would do her little good to mope around wishing for something that just wouldn't happen. No, she wasn't going to do what Arty did, that much was certain.

Option one was to continue with her current occupation. However, Orion was getting bored of it even though it was a great way to burn the nervous energy while keeping her stomach silenced by the exercise. Most likely in a few hours, Orion would be ready to throw herself out the window and die from the lack of oxygen in space. Thus option one was a ixnay for the young woman.

Option two was summed up in one thing: food. Orion felt that if she did not get food soon, she might pass out again and die. Hence she thought it would be brilliant to go around and search for the mess hall or wherever they served food on the ship. Surely food had come a long way from pastes. Either way it would mean leaving the room which meant she was likely to get lost, stumble upon a hidden area of the ship, and never be seen from again. Yeah, the idea of dieing of hunger didn't appeal anymore than dieing of boredom or lack of oxygen.

Then there was option three which was appealing more and more as Orion thought about it. Her silvery gaze went to the communicator. Yes, option three it would be. Slowly as though she were approaching a wild animal, Orion stepped closer to the device. A glint crossed her eyes and a impish grin spread across her face.

"If you can't work it, figure it out," she said before snatching the communicator off the table and setting in on the floor that was now her new work space. Thankfully she had some tools on her because she was still in her worker suit that always had the essentials. Grinning like a madwoman, Orion sat on the floor Indian style and began to take apart the device.

Not really knowing or caring how much time had elapsed, Orion almost dropped a piece she thought was important when a loud knock resonated throughout the room. "What the hell?" she muttered, rising and almost toppling over again since her legs had gotten stiff. "Ack," she grumbled.

"What do ya want?" Orion sorta snappishly asked when she opened the door. She just hated being interrupted. Of course back home she wouldn't have snapped since her mother and father had been known to ground Arty and her from using their laboratory. One time it was so bad, the twins couldn't use their lab for almost a month.

She smiled apologetically at the Russian lad. He was kinda cute in a young lad almost man sort of way. "Sorry...Chekov? I was busy and I normally don't like being interrupted with a project, but what can I do for you?" she asked the kid who stared wide-eyed at her, shocked as if he wasn't expecting her to remember. Luckily for him, Orion was great with names.

The young ensign blushed but was very pleased that Orion remembered him. A wide grin spread across his face. He had idolized the Montgomery twins since he was very young, and now Pavel was beside himself. Never in a million years would have ever thought he'd meet Orion...the twin who disappeared 'mysteriously' or so a newspaper article read.

He was glad she was here. Pavel didn't feel so lonely now that someone who was kinda like him was aboard. Maybe the rest of the crew would stop teasing him and poking fun at his shortcomings because he hadn't hit a growth spurt. He could only hope.

"Y-yes. Well, I thought you might be hungry. I know that this ship is rather large and even I get lost from time to time, and so here I am with something I hope you like," he said with his adorable accent, stammering at first but gaining courage as Orion smiled. Pavel wanted to curse his bashful stammering tongue. Not that he felt any affection for the engineer, but it was more like trying not to look like an idiot in front of one of your life heroes.

"God bless you, Chekov! Seriously I was about to die of hunger!" she said with much gratefulness. Sure she had been distracted by the communicator, but maybe now with Chekov here, Orion might actually figure it out. After all the way it sounded back in the conference room, they shared much already. "So come in, come in!" the young woman gushed and stepped aside so the lad could enter.

As the ensign entered the room he raised an eyebrow at the mess on the floor that might have been a communicator. Orion chuckled and flushed slightly as she shut the door. "I got bored and it seemed like the perfect way to cure myself of it. But I haven't gotten very far since I barely know what I am doing. It's all so new."

She shrugged and picked up the sandwich from the plate and took it with her to the floor. Orion looked up at Chekov and patted the carpet floor near the pile. "Maybe you could help me?" she asked, hoping the Russian would agree. Orion did need help and wanted some company. Usually Artemis and she would talk occasionally and brainstorm while working on various projects.

Chekov looked uncertain. "Are you sure?" he asked, voicing his doubt. Why would she need his help? Although he could already tell she was starting down the wrong path to putting the communicator back together. Well, he could spare an hour or so helping Orion. He was technically off duty for the next few hours.

"Pavel...I can call you that right?" she asked worried that it wasn't acceptable but continued when he nodded emphatically. "I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't sure. I like having company while working. Artemis and I used to toss around ideas and just talk. It was really good and fun,' she aid with a sad smile that informed the ensign who saw more than some thought he did. Orion was doing this to help her to keep from thinking of her family.

"Sure, I can stay for a little while," he said sitting near the pile and Orion. "And if I might add, this is not right." He grabbed a few pieces. "These are suppose to go here," Pavel said, showing her what to do. Orion nodded and did as instructed.

The two worked and worked for the next couple of hours. They chatted about everything and nothing. Orion found out much about this time from Pavel who was more than willing to share his vast knowledge as well as learning a bit a various other things. Chekov was an excellent person to chat with.

On the other hand, Pavel enjoyed getting to find out things that the books and papers didn't print about Orion. He hadn't this much fun on the Enterprise since...well, he had fun with parts of things during the Narada invasion. However, the fact that they almost died was not fun.

It was nice to have someone to talk to who didn't make fun of him or look down at him like a kid. Orion didn't do that because she knew what it was like to be looked down because you happened to be young. Never mind having a brain that rivaled the masters, but people just couldn't get past that a young person could be that smart.

"Bridge to Ensign Chekov," came a tight and irritated tones of Captain Kirk. "Bridge to Ensign Chekov."

"Yes, Keptin?' asked the slightly petrified Russian as he answered his communicator. It sounded like Jim wasn't too happy with the young lad. Chekov wasn't aware of doing anything wrong so why would the captain be angry?

"Please report to the bridge asap...for your shift that started half an hour ago," said Kirk, who knew exactly where the Russian lad was, and he didn't like it. How was he suppose to get Orion to like him, if others had already started to worm their way into the young woman's heart? Jim wouldn't have it, at least not until he got a fair shot at Orion.

"Right away sir,' Pavel said in a sorrowful tone that reminded Orion of what a kicked puppy might sound like. It made her want to hug the young lad. Sighing once the connection had been cut, Pavel stood and turned to Orion with an apologetic smile on his lips. "I wish I could stay, but I suppose I have to go." Orion nodded softly as she stood as well to led him to the door. She didn't want him to get into anymore trouble...especially concerning her.

Orion opened the door and looked at Pavel with a small smile. "Thanks for coming and helping me out. I really appreciate it."

Pavel blushed a little and grinned sheepishly. "Your welcome. I enjoyed talking with you, and I am glad I could help," he said with his adorable accent. "Have a good night, Orion!" Chekov said as he left the room and started down the hall.

"Hey, Pavel!" she called to the ensign who pause and turned to see that Orion had followed him out of the room. "Listen," she started as she looked up at him with a serious expression. "i consider you a friend now, and as such, I have to tell you that you can't let anyone make you feel inferior. You have a brilliant mind and big heart. Don't let anyone tell you that those make you weak or insufficient. You are the way you are. Don't change that...ever."

Orion was speaking from experience. She and her brother both were brilliant, yet were always made to feel that their youth made it impossible for them to be great. Orion didn't want that for Pavel. Sure he had made it onto the best damn ship in the fleet, but she knew that people aboard would hate him and try to bring him down because of that.

Pavel gave a lopsided smile. "Thank you. I will try, but now I must go," he said before turning and strolling down the hall with a spring in his step. No one had ever initially been nice to him before. He had to work to gain their respect then friendship. After two short hours with Orion left Pavel feeling great, like the first day at Starfleet Academy.

"Good night, Pavel!" Orion called with a small laugh and a shake of her head before returning to her room for the rest of the night.\\

Author's note;

Thank you for reading! I hope you take some time to review! Don't forget I'm still wishing for some input!

I hope you enjoyed this I'm sorry if people are totally OOC...Im using this as my NaNoWriMo this month so I'm rushing a lot especially since I am WAY behind.

But again I digress, thanks and hope you read again!