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: FINALLY SOME CHULU!! Its really only pre-slash, but…still. LOL. Also – it has been brought to my attention that people will have probably found a cure to cancer by this point in time. I did think of that, but I wasn't going to say anything about it until someone asked. And ask they did. So –society as a whole slowly became immune to cancer. (shuttup its my fanfiction and it works if I say it does) So there are only like….3 cases a year. At the most. And the immunity made it less pressing to find a cure, so scientists slacked off. The End. Now read the chapter.

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After the Captain and McCoy comforted him for a few more minutes, Chekov fell asleep. He didn't know how long he slept, all he knew was that when he woke up, Sulu was leaning his shoulder against the doorframe, staring at him. They just looked at each other for a few moments, concern, worry, and pure desperation etched on Hikaru's face. Finally, the pilot spoke.

"Tell me they're lying." The pleading look on his face made Pavel wince.

"Zey… zey are not. I… I am sick." Pavel tried to stop the tears, but they fell anyway.

Sulu was by his side in a matter of seconds. He rubbed the navigator's shoulders and whispered comforting words into his ears. The things Sulu said were mostly the same as what Kirk and McCoy had said, but somehow, they made Pavel feel so, so much better.

All of a sudden, it wasn't the end of the world… Pavel wasn't too sick… and he sure wasn't going to – No. Even though the word, that terrible word, had drifted in and out of his mind, Chekov refused to let himself think it consciously. After a few more moments Chekov turned to his friend.

"Zank you… wery, wery much, Hikaru. I needed zat." Sulu smiled his lopsided grin.

"No problem, Pav. Listen," his smile faltered a bit. "my shift starts in a few minutes. I'm gonna have to go. I swear I'll be back as soon as its over, though, OK?"

Chekov frowned, but reluctantly nodded. "OK, Hikaru. I vill see you zen. Zank you again."

Sulu gave him a sad smile. "I told you it was no problem. I only wish that I could do more… and that you would feel better. I missed seeing you on the bridge today."
"I missed you to, Hikaru. Wery much." Sulu gave him another quick smile, and left. Chekov wasn't alone for long. McCoy stepped in, the ghost of a grimace on his face.

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Dammit Jim… Remind me why the HELL yer makin' me do this! McCoy thought as he felt an emotion that he guessed was not unlike what Uhura had felt only an hour or so ago. He stepped into the Medbay and walked over to Pavel's bed.

"Um…hey, Ensign," he murmered.

Chekov smiled. "Hikaru always says zat hay iz for horses, doctor." McCoy smiled in spite of himself.

"Anyway, Ens- Chekov, I need to talk to ya about somethin'. An' I know that ya don't wanna talk about it, and frankly, I don't either," The doctor stammered.

Chekov had started to look worried. "Vhat do you mean?"

"Its time to talk about treatment options," McCoy said softly.

Chekov smiled again. "Is zat all? Vell, I'd razzer leawe chemo as a last resort, because I don't vant ze side affects to interfere vith my vork. But radiation is fine vith me, and surgery is ok as long as I am heavily sedated. I am also open to experimental procedures, provided zat zey don't interfere vith my vork and zey aren't too awfully dangerous."

McCoy felt like he was in a damn staples commercial. "Well. That was easy." Chekov just smiled.

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A/N: Sorry. I know it was short and crappy, but I don't know when I can update again. I will try try try to update on Wednesday, but I dunno if I can.  Everybody review please!

Also – Dunno if I've said this before, but I do requests (sometimes) and I am perfectly open to suggestion for this or any other story that I may write.

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