This part right here is the reason this collection of sentences is rated "T". There is some mention of death/sex. You have been properly notified of this, so don't complain I didn't warn you.

Enjoy. (:

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11. Name :: After the whole fiasco with Nero and the Narada, when the Russian boy sought out the Doctor and introduced himself properly – 'Ensign Pavel Chekov at your service, sir!' – Leonard McCoy had merely growled, "Leonard McCoy, kid," and shooed him away, not noticing the name that was shaping itself on Pavel's lips over and over again.

12. Sensual :: As Leonard slid a hand slowly down the smooth, warm chest of his Russian lover, Pavel arched nimbly and threw his head back, golden brown curls spread over the dark pillowcase, causing the Doctor's heart to start beating faster, especially when the other man looked up with shaded, hazy, darkened grey eyes as a sly smirk crept its way across his face.

13. Death :: It was completely soul shattering to see the small orange fish floating belly up in its tank, but with Leonard's weight a firm warmth at his side and his hand comforting on his head, Pavel knew it wouldn't hurt for long.

14. Sex :: Sex was a raw, uncouth word that Pavel didn't like – the slimy, slippery "s" and the harsh, grating sound of the "x" – but fucking wasn't right and neither was making love, so Pavel guessed that "sex" was the closest he could come to describing what he and Leonard did.

15. Touch :: Pavel stood at the kitchen counter, wrapping presents, grey eyes focused solely on the silky red ribbon he was tying around the rectangle as Leonard McCoy stood by, mouth set in a determined frown, not willing to admit that he was jealous of a piece of fabric.

16. Weakness :: "Pavel, you had better stop it right now, or I will- AH!" The older man practically screamed, writhing and fighting underneath his laughing lover, trying fruitlessly to get away from the other man's tickling fingers of doom.

17. Tears :: Leonard leaned over the operating table and looked at the prone body laying there, looking at the wide, unseeing grey eyes, the honey curls matted with blood, the twisted, mangled thing that used to be his lover, and all he could say was, "Time of death: 3:41," before breaking down.

18. Speed :: The doctor was taken completely by surprise when he was suddenly shoved into the broom closet, a pair of lips covering his own for a long moment before disappearing just as quickly as they came and the 'schwick' sound of the door and closing, leaving Leonard with nothing but the touch of warm lips and the scent of cinnamon lingering in the air.

19. Wind :: Roaring sounds ripped through the doctor's ears as the wind rushed by and he cringed, peeking through his fingers to keep an eye on the figure hanging precariously far over the edge of the boat.

20. Freedom :: He placed a warm hand on the icy glass of the window and sighed, eyeing the stars shooting past wistfully, ignoring the worried glances of the older man across the room until he said softly, "Come to bed, Pavel,", and with a final longing glance outside, he turned away from the window and settled into the warm embrace of Leonard McCoy.

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The end! (: Of the second part. Drop me a line or two if you get the chance, but if not, that's cool too. Hope you enjoyed it.

( Okay, so, I'm debating… when I'm done with all five parts, should I leave them all as separate chapter or combine them all into one big chapter? I really want to make them one big chapter, but let me know what you think. (: )

(Chapter title courtesy of Placebo's "Pure Morning.")