Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews for the last chapter. They were greatly appreciated. Well the Russian whiz-kid finally makes his appearance in this chapter. I finally stopped drooling and took my eyes away from my Anton Yelchin pictures to write it! This is dedicated to Freakk for being my first reviewer. So all I can say is enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek. If I did, I would be a damn site richer!

Her eyes slowly but surely fluttered open, suddenly closing again as they slowly adjusted to the light of the room. She opened them again, a little less eager this time and took in her surroundings. Lizzie was in a white room, the sound of people talking in the background. Was she dead? No. She couldn't be. If she was in heaven, her brother would be there, right?

She slowly sat up from her horizontal state, her head pounding.

"Serves me right for running into a filing cabinet" she scolded herself, lifting her hand to hold her hurting head.

As she gazed around the room and took in her surroundings, so many thoughts entered her head. Where the heck was she?! This wasn't the cold dark park and the crazed guy with the gun was no where in sight. From what she could tell from the beds, the beeping machines and that nasty smell, she was in some sort of hospital and the light outside of the window told her it was the middle of the day. How the hell had she ended up in a hospital?! Her confused thoughts really weren't helping her aching head. She noticed a paper bracelet around her wrist. On it said ' Elizabeth Woods' and her date of birth. It was a hospital bracelet. So it was a hospital she was in.

Her breathing started to quicken as panic set in. How had she gotten here?

As she moved to get off of the bed she currently resided in, she noticed several men and women gathered around a patient, talking amongst each other, their backs to her. She took this as her cue to escape and find out where she was, why she was here and how she had gotten here in the first place.

She got off the bed, grabbing her coat which was lying across the chair next to it and made her way to the door. She must have been lying down for a while as the cramp in her legs was slowing her down. She left the medical bay, her escape going un-noticed.

She had no idea where she was heading but she just kept walking, the cramp slowly wearing off the more she moved. As she walked, she took in her surroundings. It was a big building, she could tell that. One you could easily get lost in if you weren't careful. The walls were cream with benches scattered every few yards along each corridor. The windows were tall allowing plenty sunlight to enter into the halls of the building. She looked out of one of them and saw the perfect view of a courtyard. It was full of trees, with people walking along and sitting on the perfectly cut grass, talking amongst one another. One thing Lizzie did notice was that they were all wearing the same red uniform. Weird.

She continued walking taking a left then a right then a left then a right then another right before realising she was completely and utterly lost.

"I should have stayed in the hospital" she said to herself coming to a halt at the top of a large staircase. "At least there were people there."

Even though she had been roaming the halls of the building for a good 20 minutes now, not a single soul had passed her. Absolutely no one. She found it strange that there would be no one at all in a large building such as this. She was completely lost and alone and she started to panic a little bit more.

She looked at where she was. Right at the top of a large marble stair case all on her own. Lost. But as she looked at the wall near where she was standing, she noticed a large metal plaque, which contained hundreds of names

"For all of those we have lost" she said as she started to read out the plaque.

"Edward Tennant, died 2251 age 27, Michelle Sm-"

She stopped as what she had just said registered in her mind. Died 2251? How was that possible, it was only 2009! But all the dates were similar. Michelle Smith died 2252 age 34, Jasmin Seddon died 2245 age 21, Rachel Hall died 2251 age 19.

But how….what…..where was she?

Panic had completely set in now as she started to shake and tears were suddenly pouring from her eyes.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god" she quietly said to herself, wrapping her arms around her body, her legs giving way in her panic as she slowly sank to the ground.

This wasn't right. How could it be 2251? How? It was 2009. This was some practical joke that had definitely gotten way out of hand. She was panicking and stressing and this was causing her head to pound even more.

"Excuse me Miss, but are you alvight?" a voice asked her.

Lizzie looked up at a figure standing next to her. The tears had blurred her vision, but she could make out the person's features. It was definitely a male. She could tell that from his voice and his accent suggested he was foreign. Russian perhaps. He had brown hair, curly and greenish blue eyes. He seemed young and he was wearing the same red uniform as she had seen before. He was holding his hand out for her to take, obviously wanting to help her up.

"W-w-where am I?" she asked slowly taking his hand as he pulled her to her feet. His hand was warm, soft.

Finally, a person. At least there was life in this maze of a building. Everyone always seemed to be outside.

"Zis is zhe Starfleet Academy in San Fransisco, established 2161. It teaches-"

"Wait, what? 2161? But its only 2009. How can-" Lizzies voice was breaking due to panic and worry.

"2009? Zat was many years ago Miss. Zhe current date is March 3rd 2258"

"March 3rd 2258" Lizzie's voice trailed of into a whisper and then eventually silence as this information registered. This wasn't a joke, this wasn't a prank gone bad. This was real life, this was true, this was……the future.

"Oh god" she said as her legs gave way again and she fell to the floor.

"You say zat alot Miss" the Russian boy said to her with a smile in his voice as he tried to help her up. Lizzie realised what he was doing and got up helping him a little, glaring at him after his last statement.

"You are shaking" he stated to her as he wrapped his arm around her waist and put her arm around his neck helping her to stay upright and not fall to the floor again. She couldn't balance on her legs. They had turned to jelly.

He walked her along the corridor and set her down on a wooden bench opposite a window overlooking the beautiful courtyard, the sun shining down onto the floor below them and onto the bench, bringing heat to the dried tears on her face.

"Are you alvight Miss?" he asked, repeating his earlier question.

Lizzie did not hear what he said. She was too busy thinking.

A crazed man with a gun had tried to shoot her and Luke, he had succeeded in shooting Luke and her brother was now dead, she had a throbbing headache after suddenly hitting a filing cabinet and then found out she was in the future…..the future! She was waiting to wake up!

"Miss?"

The Russian boy's voice broke her from her thoughts and brought her back to reality. She looked up at him. His eyebrows were pointed upwards, worry was in his eyes. He was concerned.

"Not really" she replied in a quiet voice looking out of the window.

"Vell a Russian man vill always do vhat he can I to elp a lady in trouble" he said in a determined voice, puffing his chest out just a little. Lizzie laughed a little at this, bringing a smile to the boy's face. So he was Russian.

"Not unless you can travel through time" she said to him, bringing a confused look to his face.

"Trawel through time?" he asked her.

"Yeah, travel through time."

"Ermmmmm….." he trailed off.

"Thought not" she said with a bit of a laugh. How was she supposed to get back home?

"You vant to go to 2009, yes?" he asked her then, a warming smile spreading across his lips.

"They're really pink and soft" she thought to herself as she watched his smile appear.

"Yeah….how did you know?"

"You mentioned zat year earlier so I just assumed."

She nodded at him. He seemed very perceptive…and a good listener. Back home, Luke was the only one who really listened to her but now he was…….

"But vhy do you vant to go zhere?". He was confused again, furrow lines appearing across his brow.

Lizzie started to laugh to herself then. "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you."

"Vell I can at least try to make you smile" he told her, slowly causing a smile to appear on her sad face.

"See?" he said, happy he had accomplished what he said he would do.

"Ok then……I'm not from around here. I'm from the year 2009. One minute I'm running in the park and the next I'm who knows where……250 years in the future" she trailed of as she spoke her last few words, tears forming in her eyes again.

"249" he said to her a smile on his face.

"Excuse me?" Lizzie asked.

"249 years in the future" he said matter-of-factly.

Lizzie just stared at him. Was this guy for real? She had just told him she was from the past and was lost and he was more concerned about her maths skills!!!

"Are you kidding me?" she asked of him.

"Sorry" he replied. "Zis must be wery scarey for you zhen"

"A bit" she replied sarcastically.

"Perhaps you should go wisit Admiral Pike. He vill know vhat to do".

"Admiral Pike?"

"Yes, he vill know vhat to do! Come, come I vill take you". And with that he stood up, took her shacking hand in his and walked her down the corridor to Pike's office.

!Its was a long journey" Lizzie thought to herself, after all, it was a big building.

"Doesn't it, you know, freak you out that I'm from the past?" she questioned him as they walked. He hadn't actually commented on the fact that she wasn't from this time and it concerned her. Any normal person would have either laughed or called her crazy, not the weird Russian boy though.

"Not really, I hawe seen vorse things, such as Nero and zhe descruction of zhe Wulcan planet and-"

"Pardon me?"

"Newer mind, ve are ere now Miss" he said as they stood in front of a large door. "Admiral Pike's office." They had gotten there quicker than Lizzie had anticipated.

"Thank you" Lizzie told the boy with a warm smile.

"It is no problem. I vill leave you too it zen. Good luck" he said turning away, heading down the corridor. She noticed his cheeks. Was that a blush?

"Wait!" Lizzie shouted back at him. He turned around confusion etched on his face. Lizzie looked at him. He looked…..cute?

"Geez Lizzie, you just met him" she thought to herself. But hey a girl can look right?

"Miss?" he asked her. It made her jump as she realised he had walked back to her and was standing right in front of her. She was so lost in her thoughts she hadn't noticed.

"You tend to daydream a lot Miss" he said to her, laughter in his voice.

"Sorry!" she told him. "Its just, I never got your name."

He smiled at her. "Ensign Chekov, Pavel Andreievich Miss"

"Thank you Pavel Andreievich Chekov, I'm Elizabeth Woods by the way."

"It vas a pleasure to meet you Miss Elizabeth" he said. And with that he turned around, walked down the corridor and was out of sight. And his he did, Lizzie felt her heart sink a little.

A/N: shall I keep writing Chekov with the accent or would you guys prefer it if I wrote in plain English and you can just imagine the accent as you read?