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: I know, its been hella long since I updated. Sorry sorry sorry sorry! Ok? Ok. On with the show. Also - there may be a super amount of grammar and spelling errors, since my Microsoft Word isn't working and I am having to use notepad.
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It had been almost a month since Pavel Chekov, the youngest member of the crew, had been diagnosed with cancer. The Enterprise had been solemn. Chekov was special in some way to everyone on the crew. He was Uhura's little brother, McCoy's son, Sulu's best friend, and though he wouldn't admit it in a million years, Spock admired him. He had never understood Terran diseases, and they scared him, especially the really rare ones, like cancer.
Pavel had somehow gotten thinner than he was before, and while he was trying to keep working, he was only able to take two bridge shifts a week at the most. McCoy had looked for any way he could surgically remove the growing tumor, but he could find none. He had tried radiation, but it hadn't helped. If anything, it had gotten worse.
There was now a meatball-sized lump on the back of Pavel's head, barely visible under his thick, curly hair, but painstakingly so when his hair was wet. He had a permanent bed in the infirmary, since McCoy was adamantant trying to find a way to get rid of it.
Sulu was so worried for his friend that the rest of the crew was bothered by it, but he was rivaled by none other than Captain James T. Kirk. McCoy was losing sleep trying to find a way to save the young navigator, despite Kirk's pleads to get him to rest, or take a break.
"Damnit, Jim!" he would say. "I can't take a break. Pavel's in there dying and you want me to take a freaking break?" To this, the Captain would clench his jaw, look into the doctor's bloodshot eyes for a moment, turn on his heels, and walk back to the bridge.
Even Spock and Uhura suffered strain to their relationship. Uhura was continually in the infirmary to talk to Chekov. She would bring him books in Russian and English, sometimes even reading to him. Spock disagreed with Uhura's continued visits, saying that it was illogical to sacrifice valuable work time to tend to Pavel when he needed time to himself too.
Chekov was aware that he was tearing the family that the crew had become apart, but he didn't know what to do about it. He would try to get McCoy to sleep when Jim wasn't around, and he would try and persuade Uhura that he didn't need the constant company. It seemed like everyone wanted to help him, but no one wanted to listen to him.
Two months after The Diagnosis, Admiral Pike offered Chekov an indefinite shore leave, with pay, and a simple job that he could do from home without exerting himself too much. Chekov denied immediately, ignoring Uhura and Sulu's continual pleads to him to accept the offer.
McCoy said nothing. He quietly wanted Chekov to stay. He was becoming addicted to helping the younger man to "shake this son-ofa-bitch".
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A/N: I've never been good at ebnding chapters, and i know that the ending to this one sucks monkey butt, and that its way too short. Sorry. I am trying to get back on the fanfic writing wagon, but it may be a while before I update again.