"Seet! Please!" Pavel pointed to the chair that Bones had kicked just moments before he walked in. Bones grumbled to himself and plopped down in the chair, still holding his sticky, red, bloody hand. "One moment. Let me go get somezing." Pavel held up a single thin finger, signaling Bones to stay where he was. Then the young kid ran off, out of the house. Bones sat in the chair trying to get his head back in the right place. Ever since that god damned kid walked in, Bones hadn't been able to think…at all! Which was strange. He had never encountered a feeling as difficult as this. The kid had a certain allure to him. Something that made Bones feel at peace. Which was a rare occurrence.

"Back! Alright, may I see your hand please?" Pavel asked, returning with a wooden box, setting it on the floor next to him as he kneeled down in front of Bones.

"Here." Bones shoved the bleeding hand out towards the young boy. When Pavel saw the mess, his eyes widened and his face went white as a sheet. "Kid, do you even know what you're doing?" Bones asked. He began to retract his hand back.

"Yes! I do! Just give me a moment…" Pavel assured Bones, placing his fingertips on his head, closing his eyes while breathing steadily. Bones rolled his eyes. Such a dramatic. Pavel's eyes opened quickly. "Alright!" He said, happily, reaching a small, timid hand out to the bloody limb in front of him, Pavel touched Bones' hand gently, making sure not to make contact with the open wound. Bones flinched, being skittish and untrusting. "Eet is alvight." Pavel quietly promised him. Bones started to relax only just a little. Pavel nodded in satisfaction, reaching for the box, popping it open. Inside was an assortment of bandages, wraps, rubbing alcohol and sewing needles.

"Jesus kid! Did you nab the doctor's supply?" Bones was surprised at the amount of medical supplies the kid had handy.

"Eet ees my father's. I took eet from him." Pavel informed Bones.

"Oh." Bones nodded and watched as Pavel took out a small bottle of rubbing alcohol. Bones suddenly found hope in his recovery. "Hey kid, let me see that for a second." He reached out his free hand to the kid. Pavel looked at the bottle and then back up at Bones with a child like wonder, handing him the bottle. Bones took it quickly, their fingers glancing each others ever so lightly. Bones retracted quickly, shying away from the foreign touch.

Bringing the bottle up to his mouth, Bones bit the cork on the top, pulled it out and spat it out on the floor. He then took a quick swig, squeezing his eyes shut, letting the sting travel to the back of his throat while the liquid itself began its journey through his bloodstream.

"Meester! Zat ees not for drinking!" Pavel exclaimed, worried for the well being of their new resident.

"Does it look like I care?" Bones responded snarkily. Pavel dropped his eyes down at the stranger's boots. They were worn and quite dirty.

"No sir." Pavel responded quietly and sadly. For the first time in a while, Bones actually felt quite guilty for making the kid upset. He didn't know what it was, but he sure did feel bad.

"Here." Bones handed the bottle back to Pavel, who took it quickly, checking what was left of it. He gave a small, short sigh and peeked at the wound.

"Zis might sting a leetle." Pavel forewarned Bones. Bones nodded, acknowledging what the kid had said.

Pavel took Bones' injured hand, grasping it gently. Bones flinched only a little and it wasn't from the pain. It was from the gentle touch that Pavel used to hold onto Bones' hand. No one had ever been that gentle to him. Not even his wife. Pavel looked up, baring his blue eyes at Bones, before looking back down. He carefully lifted the bottle over the bloodied hand and watched a steady stream of brown liquid wash over Bones' hand, letting the blood disappear like a fine mist when the heat hit it. Bones twitched just a little, but not enough for Pavel to notice.

Next, Pavel took out a wrap and began gently wiping the open wound. Bones found the motion of that quite calming and was now completely relaxed and off guard.

"How old are you?" Bones asked calmly. Pavel looked up and smiled with his baby lips.

"Sewteen sir."

Bones was shocked. He thought that maybe the kid had been thirteen. Maybe fifteen. But seventeen? And Russian? He sure didn't look like the brutes he had heard of that lived up in the north.

"I neever deed catch your name?" Pavel asked as he set the towel down, picking up a sewing needle with string already attached to it.

"McCoy, Leonard McCoy." Bones told the kid. There was no reason for this young man to know his nickname. Therefore, he would never know. Pavel nodded to himself as he steadied his hand above Bones' open wound.

"Oh. Neece name. Please, try and hold steel for zis." Pavel told Bones. He nodded and grabbed the leg of the chair directly underneath him for a restraint, as he watched Pavel Chekov jab a small, silver needle into his already stinging skin.

Bones had never wanted to so badly scream and cuss in his whole life. The pain was like he had soaked his hand in gasoline and set it up in flames. But he tried to keep quiet. For his hand's sake. He knew that if he screamed or moved, that the needle would tear through even more flesh and that would make for an even worse wound.

Pavel, out of the kindness in his heart, loosely grabbed Leonard's knee and looked him in the eyes. "Eet ees okay. I have done ziz before."

Bones felt uncomfortable with kid's hand on his leg, but he was in too much pain to swat it away. All he did was bite his lip and nod his head. This was worse than getting shot in the shoulder and have the bullet get stuck halfway through.

Pavel continued his work, gently working the needle through Bones' hand, stitching the large cut back up. From time to time, Pavel's lithe fingers would make contact with Bones' clean, un cut flesh, making Bones himself shiver. The shiver would travel up his spine and climb up the crown of his head, making him feel like he had spiders crawling in his skull. The Tingles; as his late wife called it. It never happened to him when he was with his wife, in fact he had never experienced it before. Except for now. Now he was experiencing the feeling one gets when they are overwhelmed with the subtly of lust. Bones shook his head. No, that was no way in Hell, right.

"Are you alright Mr. McCoy?" Pavel asked when Bones hadn't moved in a while.

"Yes." Bones responded gruffly.

"Good." Pavel responded with such sincerity and care in his voice…Bones almost warmed up to the damn kid. "Because ve are done vith ze hard part. Now all I haeve to do ees wrap up ze wound."

"Great." Bones nodded, trying as hard as he could to not care. Pavel sensed that in Leonard, sensed that he didn't care.

Pavel picked up the bandages and began to wrap it tightly around the hand. Bones leaned his head back and stared up at the ceiling, which was cracked beyond repair. He sighed, wishing that he never went along with the group at the well. It had landed him here. Landed him with a cut on his hand and kid already trying to make his way to Bones' heart.

"Ve. Are…done!" Pavel finished up, standing up to admire his handywork. Bones looked ahead and down at his hand. Clean, bandaged…it didn't even sting anymore. He turned it over, inspecting the repair.

"Thanks…Chekov." Bones tried to search for the right words to call him.

"Of course ser! I vas happy to do eet!" Pavel bounced lightly in his spot, his hair following the motion. Bones stood up, towering over Pavel, looking down at him.

"You can leave now." He grumbled. Pavel's face fell.

"Eef you vant, I can fix ze door!" He offered. Bones shifted, leaning on one leg, crossing his arms, leaning forward, face to face with the kid.

"I said…leave. Did I stutter?" Bones tried to seem menacing towards little Pavel. But instead, he went and fucked it up, tripping over himself, getting caught in Pavel's baby eyes, baby face, Russian accent. The god damn kid was like a super charmer. Could probably undress more women with a stare than Bones could himself. Fuck him.

"N-no, sir." Pavel shook his head vigorously.

"Good. Now leave." Bones straightened himself up, pointing down the hall. Pavel's shoulder slunk down, upset as he sulked out of the room. "Damn kid." Bones whispered to himself.

Mighty stressed after what had happened just moment before, Bones sat back down in the chair, sighing loudly. He closed his eyes and began to drift off before he felt a phantom touch on his wounded hand. It was that of the same touch of Pavel Chekov, who had gently nursed his hand back to health. With kindness and heart. Bones cursed himself as he felt those same nimble fingers dancing across the top of his hand. "Fucking kid." Bones shook his hand, trying to get rid of the feeling.

Because of his mixed emotions being stirred all over the place, Bones could not get any sleep what so ever. That kid; Pavel Chekov had been on his mind ever since he left. And it wasn't on purpose. Bones opened his eyes and they fell upon the medicine box that Pavel had left. Picking it up, he placed it on the table next to him. Bones was going to take the rubbing alcohol and down the whole bottle, but his hands hesitated to meet the objects that Pavel had touched, so instead, he closed it and pushed it away. His hands were shaking and heart was pounding. Feelings weren't good for Bones. Especially towards a young boy. It was wrong. Wrong.

Bones stood and paced around the house. What to do? He knew that during sometime today, he would have to get a drink somewhere…then he had to start planning for his one-man robbery. He would have to make bullets…Damn…that part was always hard. Bones glanced at the box setting on the table. He knew that he would have to return that if he didn't want the kid back. But he wasn't sure what to do first. His mind was jumbled and conflicted…with good and evil. Something that had never happened to him before. Someone was twisting his mind.

"Damn kid." Bones cursed under his breath. He took a stride towards the table and swiped the box off it, holding it under one arm. He headed through the small hallway, pushed through the broken door and stepped out into the sun.

This time, the sun was inviting, since he had cooled down inside. Bones peered around, looking for any sign of that damn kid. He walked further into the town square, kicking dust up with his boots. He felt the stares of the townsfolk just glaring at him. He was used to it. He never got any sympathy, no matter where he went. That's how it was supposed to go. Then, he wouldn't get attached to anyone or anything, making it easier to kill. It was simple and easy. Feelings were too much and he had left those with his wife.

As he walked to the saloon, he spotted the man Jim Kirk had named Hikaru Sulu. Though silent, Bones assumed that this man would be of some help.

"Excuse me!" Bones raised his hand up, yelling a few yards across to Hikaru. Hikaru Sulu looked up from his horse, spotting the new comer that they had guided into town just this day.

"Yes?" Sulu asked when Bones drew closer.

"Do you happen to know where…Pavel Chekov is?" Bones asked, the name foreign on his tongue, yet saying it made his ears burn. Hikaru looked at Bones, then at the box and then at his wound. An eyebrow was raised in suspicion, but Bones gave a sharp glare towards the man.

"He's…in there. House next to the saloon. Can't miss it." Hikaru pointed to the saloon and then to the large, decadent house sitting happily amidst the broken and worn down shit holes called houses.

"Thank you." Bones gave a short wave and went back on his way, heading towards the large home. It was the same house that the Sheriff had come out of. So…this sweet kid was a product of the same asshole who had threatened to hang him? Shocking. Really, it was shocking.

Bones stepped up the seemingly brand new stairs, hearing the fresh creak of wood under his feet. He took a step forward and knocked roughly on the door with his injured hand. He grazed his hand through his hair, ruffling it around impatiently. While standing there, waiting, he prayed that the Sheriff wouldn't open up. But instead, he got worse.

From inside the house was yelling and screaming. There was a loud crash and the door swung open, revealing a distressed Pavel, eyes red and hair a mess. Large, opaque tears fell slowly down his face. Bones nearly dropped the box as he caught the sight of the disheveled boy. Pavel's eyes looked down at the box and they lit up a little.

"I vas…just going to g-get zat back." He hiccupped, reaching for the box. Bones eagerly shoved it into his hands.

"Well…yeah. You left it there…so…I've got to go." Bones shrugged, standing awkwardly, not sure what to do or say. He turned around slowly, about to walk away. But there was a feeling in the pit of his stomach. A good feeling. A feeling that told him to help Chekov. There was something in the back of Bones' brain. Seeing the crying boy reminded Bones of himself as a child.

Bones turned back around and face Pavel, who was still standing there, looking at the handsome Leonard McCoy.

"Do you want to come with?" He asked roughly, trying to seem as manly as possible.

"Vere?" Pavel asked quietly, his large red and blue eyes widening.

"To the…to the saloon." Bones shrugged, swinging his arms towards the bar next to them. Pavel looked back inside the house, dropped the box on the ground and then slammed the door shut behind him.

"Yes. Please take me vith you." Pavel pleaded. Bones rolled his eyes and stepped off the stairs.

"Come on kid." He waved Pavel forward, watching the small seventeen year old jump quickly down the stairs and stand next to him. Bones bit his lip and looked away, shaking his head, trying to rid himself of these yearning feelings. He did so when they walked into the bar, feeling that he was back in his comfort zone. A saloon is a place where a man could state his masculinity out loud and not be shamed. Sure a few brawls would ensue, but that was nothing Bones couldn't handle.

Pavel stayed close to Leonard's side. He feared the saloon ever since he moved here. The people in there were rude, unkind and mean to him. He thought that it might be because his father was the worst Sheriff in the Enterprise's history. Maybe it was something else, but whatever it was, Pavel could never figure it out.

Bones on the other hand felt highly uncomfortable with the kid clinging so close to him. What? Had he never been in a bar before? But at the same time, Bones liked the feeling of someone being close to him. Like they counted on him to keep them safe. But in this moment, he wasn't sure what to do now?

They made their way to the actual bar, sliding onto two seat. Bones propped his elbows on the top of the table, creating a fist with his two hands, resting his chin on it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Pavel trying to duplicate what he had just done. Bones cocked his head and looked at the kid. Pavel looked up and smiled brightly at Bones.

"Can I have a couple shots of the strongest stuff you've got?" Bones asked the bartender, who was cleaning glasses. He turned around and peered oddly at the new stranger who was sitting at his bar.

"Sure." He huffed, turning back around, resuming cleaning the glasses. Bones glared at the man.

"Excuse me, can I get a drink?" Bones asked, throwing his hand out, confused. The bartender turned around and looked at Bones.

"You can wait sir. We don't serve quickly to strangers who nag." The man responded in a collected matter, aggressively taking down a few small shot glasses, setting them on the table in front of Bones. Then he grabbed a bottle of Jack from under the bar, pouring it quickly over the multitude of glasses. "There you go." Bones dug in his pockets pulling out a few coins that he had won during a poker match in Arkansas.

"Thanks. Here, take it." Bones threw the coins onto the table in front of the bartender. The bartender grinned and took it, stuffing the money in his pocket. Then he glanced over at Pavel, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Aye, are you allowed to be sitting up here?" The bartender asked. Bones sat up and knew that the kid wouldn't know how to respond.

"Ah—" Pavel started.

"Yes. He's with me." Bones interjected quickly. The bartender nodded and went back to his work. Pavel smiled at Bones. Bones just nodded and turned back to his drinks, taking each and shooting them back quickly. He needed this alcohol to get into his bloodstream and soon as possible. Maybe the emotions he was feeling was just a byproduct of the heat he traveled through and not enough water. It's what he hoped. But as Bones took those shots, he glanced over at Pavel, who was looking around the saloon with wonder. Maybe he liked the feelings he was experiencing. They made him actually kind of happy.

"Hey, kid…" Bones leaned over and spoke to Pavel. He turned his head and looked at Leonard. The strong musk of the man and the outline of his strong face made Pavel shiver. Ever since seeing him this afternoon, Pavel had become smitten with Leonard McCoy. The mysterious effect also helped as well.

"Yes?" Pavel smiled cheerily.

"You want a drink?" Bones offered one of his small shots to Pavel.

"Zank you, but no zank you." He said shyly. Bones shrugged and returned to shooting his shots back. The strong taste felt so good in his mouth. He hadn't had a good, solid, strong drink in a while.

"So kid…your dad, what's his problem?" Bones asked huskily. Pavel shifted in his seat, looking around nervously. Bones watched as the small Russian boy's eyes lowered while he looked around. The light in the saloon cast a contrasting shadow on his hair, making it look even more honey golden than before. Bones squeezed his eyes shut and opened them, hoping to see the light allusions gone. But they weren't.

"He ees a very unhappy man. My mother leeft heem when I vas wery young. She took me vith her to Russia, her homeland." Pavel sighed loudly, hoping for consolidation from Leonard McCoy. Bones sat there and listened, not moved by the story at all. But Pavel kept talking and talking.

"And zen, my mother vas…uh…keeled. I vas shipped over to America to live with my father, Christopher Pike. When he found out zat my mother vas keeled, he vas…overvelmed." That when it hit Bones. The kid's mother had died. He was sent over to live his father in a country he did not even know. He was basically an outcast in society and alone.

"I'm sorry." Bones replied. He looked down the barrel of the glass, sighing heavily into it. "That must really be hard. Hey, what was the commotion about anyways?"

"I vanted to write a letter to my mother…you know, beyond ze grave. My father zaw it and he vent beserk." Pavel sighed longinly.

"Oh. Interesting." Bones raised an eyebrow, nodding his head. Bones looked around the bar, not wanting to step any deeper into Pavel's personal life. He just needed to get back to his place, find somewhere to start manufacturing bullets, stop by the bank and form his plan. He was lucky that this small town didn't know who he was. But Bones feared that the Sheriff might find out, and then it was up on the noose for him.

"Listen, kid…Chekov, I've got to go." Bones slid off his seat, boding a goodbye to Chekov. Pavel looked up, wiping his eyes from new, fresh tears. Talking about his mother always made him emotional.

"Oh…alright. Goodbye." Pavel stayed in his seat and watched the gruff Leonard McCoy stride out of the saloon. Pavel sighed heavily, feeling the sigh enter his empty stomach. Pavel had truly developed a full blown crush on the new stranger in their town. He never thought that this would happen. He had never been truly in love. There had been a girl though, that had come onto him. He had no clue what to do. This was all strange, new and foreign. So how did he approach this?

Meanwhile, Bones had been walking back to his house, thinking and looking around. He didn't feel like talking to anyone about where to buy bullets or how to get money yet. He was too new to the town, but then again, he couldn't stay for a month. Sooner or later, they were going to find out who he was. The Sheriff had even threatened. So with that, he pulled up his bandana to face.

Bones was about to enter the bank, in search of loose money, when he heard a loud commotion emitting from the saloon. Crashes and bangs. A couple vulgar expression and one gun shot. When the gun shot rang out, Bones knew that something was up. A small, quaint town would never pull a gun unless needed to. And that alarmed Bones. So rushing back, jogging heavily, he burst into the saloon, seeing such a sight that alarmed him.

Pavel Chekov was being thrown around like a rag doll, his floppy blonde hair being flung around with him. Punches were thrown at him and a larger man picked Pavel up by the collar and hung him up on a pair of moose antlers. That's when someone pulled out a small gun and aimed for Pavel. When Bones saw the gun, he rushed forward, pushing tables and chairs out of the way. He grabbed the man by the collar and pulled him back, growling in his ear, "Shoot him and you'll wish that I would have killed you."