Bones leaned back and looked at the man intensely. So maybe the kid had gotten to him. Bones sure as hell wasn't going to let Chekov get beat up and killed.

"Oh yeah? What are you gonna do? Shoot me?" The man mocked Bones, gun still trained on Pavel, finger on the trigger. Bones knew that if he were to make one mistake that Pavel…or someone, would be shot and hurt. Taking this into account, Bones closed his injured hand into a fist, swinging heavily and hitting the man with as much force and power as he could muster up. His fist met the man's stomach with a crippling blow. The man doubled over and Bones took this opportunity to take his head and kneed him in the face. When Bones felt the satisfying crunch of the strangers nose on his knee, he threw the him backwards onto the floor. People fell silent and watched. They had not seen such a violent exchange in years.

The man stumbled and leaned against a wall for support, wiping his gushing nose, spitting some of the blood onto the floor. Bones walked towards him slowly. "I don't see why you have to go around…" There was a fist to the jaw. "Beating up…" Fist to the face. "People who are not your own size." Bones made a final connection, hitting the man in the face again, then grabbed his arm and twisted it backwards, hearing the break of brittle bones. The man cried out and fell to the floor in a broken heap. Bones lowered the bandana, blowed the hair out of his face, and spoke in a whisper into the man's ear.

"Now if you have any sense, what so ever, you won't try to kill another person again. Got that?" The man whimpered and nodded, releasing his grip on the gun. "Good." Bones stood up and kicked the man one last time, before turning around. People stared at him as he walked up to the moose antlers and helped poor Pavel off them. He was surprisingly heavy.

"Come on kid." Bones looked at him. One eye was bruised. His lip was bleeding, along with his nose. There was another bruise on his jawline that was an astounding shade of purple and yellow. "You look like hell."

"I know. Zank you though…Leonard." Pavel muttered through the blood in his mouth. Bones nodded in acknowledgement as he helped Pavel off. "Vhy did you save me?" Pavel asked genuinely as he tried to find his balance. Bones tried to ignore the kid's question, but it was too hard. He didn't have a good answer. Hell, he didn't even have an answer for himself. "Meester McCoy?"

"Because! I wanted to! Alright? Don't ask questions. They get you in bad places." Bones grumbled, supporting the hobbling teen. They both made their way towards the door. The crowd of people were now forgotten by the two.

"No von has eever done zat for me." Pavel told Bones. His heart dropped.

"What do you mean? What about your dad?" Bones asked, starting to feel upset for the poor kid. Foreign, alone, defenseless.

"He vas neever…ze supportive type." Bones could hear the sadness and dejection in his voice.

"Huh." That was the only thing Bones could think to say. He was in so much turmoil at the moment, he wasn't sure what to say and what not to say. "Well Chekov, have you ever stood up for yourself?"

"Ah…no sir."

Bones stopped on the Saloon stop and turned, grabbing Pavel's shoulder roughly. "Kid, you've got a goddamn right to stand up for yourself. No matter the circumstances. Got that?" Bones stared into the deep blue eyes, bruised and shining. "Got that?!" He gently shook him. If that would have been Bones when he was younger, his father would have been pissed to high heaven that a man couldn't defend himself.

"Yes sir…I know, but—" Pavel started, sighing in the middle of his sentence.

"But what? Huh, you don't have the balls to stand up to yourself?" The fact that this kid was getting pushed around angered Bones for one reason or another. And he was planning to either fight the feeling or just go with it.

Pavel sighed, defeated and upset, crumpling on the front stairs of the saloon. He sat on the stairs, head in his hands, silently whimpering. Bones stepped off the stoop and backed away from the distressed Pavel. He wasn't sure what to do about this. How would he; a distinguished and well known outlaw, going to comfort a sad Russian boy? It was like something out of a fiction column in the newspaper. It wasn't what Bones had hoped to start.

Pavel looked up and looked straight at Bones, yelling, "I don't know how to fight! My father neever taught me! And he knew vat I vas going through!" Bones lifted an eyebrow in surprise and shock, awkwardly going over to the kid, sitting next to him. He gritted his teeth and sucked in a deep breath.

"Okay. Look kid, here's the deal; I usually don't have a "soft" spot, but since you're in need of a little Masculinity 101, I'm gonna help you." Bones sighed as he spoke to the kid. He really shouldn't be doing this. He should really be out, making bullets! Or maybe robbing the bank of a little extra cash. But like he told Chekov, there was a soft side to him. But this side, he had never seen before. Sure he had manners when he wanted to, but being the good guy for once? This was something that was unheard of in convicts and outlaws.

"Really! You vill heelp me?! Zank you! Zank you!" Pavel exclaimed, happy that someone finally took notice in him. And cared enough to help him. It was even better that the person was Leonard McCoy.

"Yeah. Calm down. It's nothin' that big. Now, go home, get some sleep." Bones stood up, offer his hand to Pavel. He took it and gripped Bones' hand tight, enjoying the rough feeling of Bones' fingers against his own smooth ones.

"Alvight! Zank you! Again. Goodnight!" Pavel hopped off the stairs, wiping his eyes and running off to his home, giving a small glance back at Bones, waving. Bones gave a short head nod and a small wave, making sure the kid got in his house. When Bones saw that Pavel had made it inside, he pulled up his bandana and headed to the bank. It was time to get to real work. Not this playing around. It's what Bones came here for in the first place.

As Bones walked to the bank, he thought about what him and the kid would do. There really was no game plan. Bones thought that they just might go through it blindly and see what happens and the result of what would come out. There were a few things that Bones wanted to teach the kid to ensure his safety. Hand to hand combat, how to use a gun…all those things that a man should know to save his hide. He hoped that trying to teach someone else what he had learned years ago would be proven easy. But with a kid who was foreign to the United States, it might be a bit difficult. The weapons were different. The savage customs were different, hell…the drinking was even different. He would have to teach the kid how to drink

When Bones reached the bank, he slipped into the right frame of mind, standing up against the door, peeking inside, then looking around his surrounding area for any potential worry zones where people might see him. There weren't a lot. So with that, Bones jiggled the door handle, thinking that it would be locked. But the door just swung open with ease. It creaked loudly though when it hit the wall inside. Bones straightened up and hurried inside, quickly and quietly closing the door, observing the town square from the safety of the Bank's walls. No one had stirred.

Breathing out a loud sigh of relief, Bones leaned up against the wall and pulled out his gun, checking the revolving chambers. All his bullets were in there. Twelve to be exact. He hit the chamber with the palm of his hand, clicking it back into its original position.

"Okay, let's see what we've got here." He pushed himself off the wall with his back, striding over to the teller's stations, where small amounts of cash were placed just underneath the connection of desk behind closed bars. That wouldn't be a problem for Bones. If there were bars, there was a lock. And Bones always had a key.

Sneaking around the back of the bank, he followed the bars until he reached the simple keyhole that any one of his owns keys could unlock. As he peered closely at the keyhole to determine what it was, he was shocked at what he saw. It was an old skeleton keyhole. They were surely an outdated town if they still used skeleton key locks, but those were just easier for Bones, so he was thankful. Usually, he would have to use a series of toothpicks and parts of broken spurs to open one of the newer locks. Those older ones were easier.

Pulling out a string of keys from his deep pockets, he fingered through each of them, trying to find his only skeleton key. All of the keys on his chain were from various raids in different towns. Banks and important places such as government buildings always kept a spare key. That was their downfall.

"Ah, there you are." Bones whispered to the keychain, spotting the nearly invisible, bronze skeleton key, with an actual skull carved into the top. He grabbed it delicately with his thumb and forefinger, pulling it up and away from the rest. "Do your magic now." He said as he slid the key into the small lock. Bones turned the key and heard the gratifying click and open of the gate. He smiled to himself and slipped in, closing the door slightly behind him.

The first thing he did was shove the keys right back down in his pocket. Those were basically his keys to success, and if he lost them, then he was doomed. Once he had those hidden away, Bones started checking the underneath of all the teller's desk. He looked for safe boxes, loose cash and anything that no one would miss. There was another place he always checked when in a bank. The floors. Most of the banks he went to had secret compartment in the floorboards that stored extra money in case of an emergency. Those were his favorite banks and he frequented them every time he got a chance.

Bones crouched down to meet the floor, his leather boots squeaking as they stretched to fit his calf muscles. Placing two fingers against the floor, he began to push ever so slightly, listening to the creaking wood. He crawled farther and farther until, his knee hit a wooden plank, sending the piece of solid wood hitting him in the face.

"Dammit!" Bones cursed quietly under his breath. His nose had a short pulse to it and felt the blood rushing to his forehead quickly. He poked his head up, shaking it for a moment, getting rid of the swelling feeling. Then he went back down onto the floor, using his fingers to pry up the wooden panel. As it peeled back, Bones spotted bare cash just laying in the ground. It wasn't even guarded by a box. Bones smirked, grabbing a handful of the cash, stuffing it down his trousers.

"Fools." He muttered to himself, closing the panel back down again. Then he got back up, still crouched over, paneling through papers, desks and anything he could his hands on. Nothing. There were maybe a few coins in the cracks of broken drawers, but that was it. Bones huffed in aggression. "Shit." There had never been a time where he wasn't able to find anything in a bank. Usually the money was just sitting right there for him. Easy take. But the small town of Enterprise was strange and it troubled him. Where was their money?

Bones stood up, brushing himself off, looking around for anymore places to scour for money. And that's when he saw it. A large, wide safe. It was a shining silver, new and taller than Bones himself.

Filled with new excitement and thirst for riches, Bones hurried out of the barred teller's room, re-locked the door and swiftly ran over to the safe. Now this is proper bank. He removed all doubt that had been floating in his mind before and replaced it with money signs.

Bones ran his hand over the smooth, cold surface, making him shiver. He had never encountered a safe this big and seemingly complicated before. There had been smaller ones that were easy to crack, but this one had arms you had to spin, a series of buttons and pullies on the side.

He walked around it with his hand on his chin, thinking. He eyed the safe up and down. How hard was it honestly going to be getting into this airtight safe? Who would he have to persuade to open the fucking thing.

Putting his ear up to the side, he knocked lightly on the surface, hearing the echo rattle from the inside. So he knew it wasn't filled up all the way. But what was it filled with? That was his question. Cash, coins? Or was it one of the legendary rare gold bars that seemed to only be in urban legends and myths?

He stepped away from the safe and looked at it once before turning back around, heading for the door. Bones had no more business to do here…yet. He was sure that he would be back for the safe. But the cash he had "earned" today was good enough. It was time for him to turn in.

Pulling up his bandana around his mouth and nose, he slipped out of the building with not a soul in sight. He grinned underneath the rough fabric, knowing that this town was going to be easy pickings for him. As soon as he was strong enough to cut the quick relation with Pavel, Bones would be set. And he could not wait to break into the safe and leave with all their riches, burning the town into ashes, without anyone knowing…

Bones walked back to his house, gently opening the creaky door, shutting it slowly. He sighed and walked into the main living room, which was covered in a layer of dust and spiderwebs. A dull, tan couch, ripped up and mottled with what looked like dried blood seemed very comforting to Bones' aching bones. The last time he had gotten sleep was when he had accidently fallen asleep on his horse. That was the other benefactor into him getting lost and ending up in Enterprise.

He carefully made his way around the arm of the couch and settled easily into the springless cushions that sank low down. Dust flew up and an oddly putrid smell seemed to emit from the cushion's crevasse. He didn't mind. It was comfier than the back of a horse.

Bones closed his eyes and let out a deep breath that he had been holding in for a while. Finally some rest without worry if he was going to be caught or not. He guessed that he would have at least a couple days worth of that worry free feeling before Sheriff Pike found out who he truly was. Then he would have to high tail it before it was too late.

While he was trying to sleep, Bones would feel the ghost fingers on his hands and the dead weight in his arms when he had been helping Pavel down from the antlers. The Tingles rushed through his body again, making him shift to one side of the couch. Short images rushed through his head of the boy and his golden hair. "Stop!" He yelled shortly to himself, eyes still closed. And they pictures, feelings…they all stopped. Bones gave a huff of satisfaction, righting himself, quickly falling asleep after that.

Pavel rushed home, sneaking in through the backway. He climbed hastily up a pair of emergency stairs two by two, climbing in through his window. As soon as he reached the room, he closed the window and sat down near it, leaning his head up against the clear class. Sighing, he smiled drowsily. Even though his eye hurt, his jaw felt swollen, and his face was bleeding, he was happy. Nothing could have better than tonight. Leonard McCoy had made an offer to teach him how to defend himself. And that meant that Pavel would be able to spend more time with him. Get to know him better. Pavel personally hoped that they would become friends with each other and if the stars aligned, possibly more than friends, but even Pavel knew that would be a feat. Leonard was definitely older than him…they came from two different background and it seemed that Leonard did not like conversing with people that much.

In a fit of confusion and possibly a small liking towards the man Pavel stood up and angrily walked to his bed, throwing the blankets back, not bothering to take his clothes off, and slid into the bed, yanking the covers back over him and shutting his eyes, thinking of Leonard McCoy.

The morning sun rose high over the small town of Enterprise. The townspeople remembered the brawl from the night before as something of rarity and wonder. The strange man had single handedly beat down another man…just to save the Sheriff's whiny kid. It rose questions of who the stranger was and where he came from. Though no complaints were filed. At least not yet…

A loud knock woke up Bones from a deep sleep that he desperately needed. There had been no dreams, no interruptions. Just peaceful sleeping. Flinging wildly around, he fell out of the couch and onto the floor, scrambling up to reach the door in time. While on his way to the door, he straightened his hair up and tried to unwrinkle his very wrinkled clothes.

At the door was Jim Kirk, smiling widely, seeming amused. Bones groaned and leaned against the door frame, talking to Jim Kirk through the screen.

"Is there anything you want?" Bones uttered.

"I heard what you did last night." Jim Kirk's voice hit a serious tone. Bones straightened up, worried. Had he been reported?

"And?" He responded, trying not to sound worried.

Jim cracked a smile and said, "Hey! That was awesome! I have never heard of one man taking down another man that size of Jared! I mean, come on!

"Thanks…I guess." Bones shrugged, unsure of what to say. He guessed that he should be…proud in a way.

"But there is one thing…" Jim continued.

"What's that?" Bones crossed his arms.

"Why'd you do it? Everyone's saying that you did it to save the Sheriff's kid. I mean, that's a good thing and such, but…not many of us like him. I didn't think a stranger from somewhere else was going to appreciate him as much." Jim explained. Bones thought for a moment before speaking. Hearing what he heard from Pavel the night before and now hearing was Jim was saying confused him royally.

"That kid…he uh…I just don't think that anyone should have the punishment to die as young as Mr. Chekov would have." Bones took his turn explaining, not sure if he was lying or not. Jim eyed Bones. James T. Kirk had seen his fair share of odd in the town. They had the occasional stranger such as Leonard "Bones" McCoy…but not as peculiar.

"Okay…I see where you're going…" Jim looked around and leaned into the screen, whispering, "Listen, I think that you and I should find a time to talk soon. People are starting to wonder about you and I am too. No one knows anything about you and it's…going to be an issue soon. I like you. I think it would be good to keep you around." That's what Bones hated to hear. Soon, he would have to shoot this man, and burn his town down. He regretted going back to the bar.

"Okay sure. Fine. I just…can't do it today." Bones sighed and looked around.

"Alright. That's swell. Don't sweat it." Jim put his hands up, letting Bones know it was alright. "Well, I've got to go. Going out with the boys for another round near the boundaries." Jim smiled and waved leaving. Bones rolled his eyes and quickly turned away from the door, heading back to the kitchen. He was starving and needed food.

The kitchen had nothing in it. Sure it had the table, a lone chair, but that was it. He had broken the plates when he cut his hand, the silverware was no longer silver, therefore unusable. Nothing worked and there was absolutely no food what so ever in the pantry. The only place Bones knew where to get food was in one of the pouches that he kept on his horse at all times. So mustering up the morning strength to go outside, he trudged back through the hallway, past the living room and shuffled out the door, shading his eyes from the bright rising sun, making his way down the dirt path to the post where the horses stayed.

Bones looked around as he walked closer and closer to his horse. He didn't see anyone screaming about lost money…or the man he beat up last night, coming after him. So he assumed that everything was going pretty smoothly. Looks like he wouldn't have to deal with the troubles of the Sheriff today. He smiled, content with himself, Nearly smug.

"Meester McCoy! Meester McCoy!" Bones heard Pavel's voice running towards him. He sighed heavily, reaching his horse and finding the bag, sticking his hand into the pocket, hoping to find something.

"What kid?" Bones asked, turning to Pavel while still looking for food.

"You said zat ve vould be doing zings to today." Pavel reminded Bones. Oh, and Bones did not forget. He still remembered that deal he made with the kid and even though he felt like he had a deep sleep, somewhere in the catacombs of his mind, Pavel Chekov had been lurking there.

"Yeah. We are. Just let me get something to eat first." He grumbled towards Pavel, twisting his hand around in the bag. He was expecting to find something. Anything. But there was nothing. "Dammit! Who took my food?" He exclaimed to no one in particular. If he didn't eat first thing in the morning, then he was going to be grumpy for the rest of the day.

"Ah, sir, eef you vould like to come into my house, I heeve food for you to eat." Pavel suggested nonchalantly. Bones sighed and looked around. Not many people were out and about. No one would see him. Though…what would it matter if people saw him…right?

"Sure kid. Take me to the grub." Bones gave a half smile, which despite feeling physically uncomfortable, made him very content inside. It had been what felt like an eternity since he last smiled…or even half smiled.