Title: Cancer
Rating: PG-13(?)
Pairings – Chekov/Sulu, McKirk (if I can find a way to put it in), and generic Uhura/Spock.
A/N: I have never had this disease, or known anyone with this type of cancer, so all of my information comes from Wikipedia. If I have something wrong, don't flame, but tell me so I can fix it. This takes place a year after the movie, so Chekov is approaching the age of 19. Enjoy!
Warnings: Some language (Mostly by Bones), eventual slash (DLDR, ok?), and serious themes.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Star Trek. 'Specially Chekov!!
A/N2: This takes place about ten minutes after the last chapter ends. Also – I have no idea how a comm-link works, so don't judge me.
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"You're asking me to do WHAT??" Uhura said, failing to keep her voice down. She stared at the captain with mixed anger, worry, and indignation written all over her face.
Jim couldn't help but recoil a bit. The young woman could be a bit scary when she wanted to, but the duty in question was much scarier. "I just… well, I mean… you ARE the head communications officer… and I don't know Russian…"
"Alright, alright, Kirk. I'll do it…but you owe me one."
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Uhura walked down the hall, heading for the bridge. She could not – repeat: could NOT – believe that Kirk was making her do this. And truth be told, she wasn't sure that she could.
She walked onto the bridge, passively noticing that Sulu was the only other crewmember present, taking care of a few things before he took off for the night. She stopped by the comm-link, hesitating before sitting down and turning it on.
Sulu eyed her curiously from across the room before turning around and returning to his work. Uhura set in the number and tapped her foot impatiently as the machine acquired a signal. After a few short moments – that seemed like hours – a low "ping!" from the device signaled that it was ready.
"Алло? (Hello?)" Uhura winced at the lighthearted tone.
"Разве это Миссис Чехова? (Is this Mrs. Chekov?)"
"Да ... могу ли я спросить, кто говорит? (May I ask who is speaking?)"
"лейтенант Uhura звезды судно Enterprise. (Lieutenant Uhura of the starship Enterprise.)" Uhura could already feel her throat growing tight.
"Oh! Вот где мои Паши работает! Скажи мне, как он? (Oh! That is where my Pasha works! Tell me, how is he?)" Uhura fought back tears.
" Вот почему я связаться с Вами, сударыня. Он ... жестокая ...(That is why I am calling, ma'am. He is…ill…)"
"Но Предприятие Enterprise лучшими медицинскими профессионалами! Леонард Маккой, например! Что болезнь очень трудно вылечить? (But the Enterprise has the best medical professionals! Leonard McCoy for example! What disease is so hard to cure?)" Chekov's mother sounded angry.
"Рак, сударыня. (Cancer, ma'am.)" Uhura couldn't help her voice from breaking.
"Что? Нет, нет, нет! Это шутка, да? (What? No, no, no! This is a joke, yes?)" Uhura winced at the woman's stubbornness. She could see where Pavel got his pride.
"Я не боюсь, г-жа Чехова. (I'm afraid not, Mrs. Chekov.)" Uhura's tears were flowing freely now.
"Я - Я должен идти. Пожалуйста, держите меня в курсе. (I - I have to go. Please keep me informed.)" Uhura could hear the Russian's quiet sobs.
"Я сударыня. До свидания. (I will. Goodbye.)" Uhura clicked off the transmission and was instantly ambushed by Sulu, who had apparently been listening the entire time.
"What was that about? Why are crying? Why were you speaking in – in Russian? Where's Pavel?" He looked worried, his eyes wide, his breath shallow.
Uhura looked down and shut her eyes. She was able to answer all four questions with only three words. "Chekov has cancer." She looked up, and Sulu was gone.
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A/N: I know, I know, I'm terrible. I blame High School for the delay. I hope this chapter did justice. I know its short, but the next chapter should be longer. I also should have it up sooner. Maybe. I also know that the Russian sucks. I used a probably faulty online transmitter. Hope you liked it anyway!
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