Hello all! How is everyone? There is something I have been meaning to say for a few chapters…THANK YOU! The response to this story has been ridiculous! So many of you have reviewed and alerted this story, not to mention all of you who have favourited it! You don't know how much it makes my day. The more response I get, the more I want to write and update. So thank you all sooooo much. I love you all.

Anyways, now that's out of the way, here is the next chapter…..

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, but I want it soooo badly!

Lizzie lay fast asleep in her bed, a smile on her face, dreaming…

She was in her most favourite place in the world. The small, sunny brook by her house, where she would go to be alone and to think. She loved this place. She loved the sound of the running water of the river and the birds chirping in the trees. She loved the feel of the dirt under her feet, the softness of the fallen tree trunk on which she sat, the shade that covered her created by the trees. This place was her safe haven.

What she loved the most about this dream though was that she was not alone. Someone was with her, keeping her company, keeping her safe, keeping her loved. She was sitting on the tree trunk, safe in the warm, loving arms of her most favourite person, the one person she loved more than any other in this world. He was in his usual mustard yellow jumper and his brown curly hair tickled her cheek as he moved to kiss her……

Knock, knock, knock.

"Go away" came Lizzie's muffled voice from under her quilt, as she tried to go back to sleep.

Knock, knock, knock.

"5 more minutes." Her voice was groggy from sleep and her eyes remained closed.

"Lizzie, are you avake?" came a voice from behind the door.

The sound finally reached Lizzie's ears. It was her most favourite sound in the world and her eyes shot open at the sound of it.

She sat upright in her bed, the biggest grin forming on her lips. Pavel was here! Suddenly she wasn't so tired anymore.

However the moment was ruined as Lizzie rushed to get off of her bed to answer the door. Her feet were tangled amongst the bed quilt and before she could do anything about it she fell from the bed and fell flat on her face onto the floor, hitting it with a bang.

"Ahhhh…" she shouted as she made impact.

"Lizzie are you ok?" Chekov asked, opening the door after hearing her almighty scream. As he entered, he saw her on the floor, a heap of tangled limbs and bed quilt. He could not help the laughter that left his lips.

"Find something funny" Lizzie asked him, looking up at his laughing face shooting him a death glare.

"Sorry" he told her, the laughter still on his face as he went over to help her up. He moved as much as the bed quilt away from her body as possible before putting one arm behind her back and one under her knees and picking her up bridal style.

"A girl could get used to this" she told Chekov, flashing him a smile, her anger suddenly disappearing.

"Does zhat mean I am forgiven for laughing?" he asked her, giving her puppy dog eyes. She could not resist his blue eyes. It was like her Achilles heal.

She leaned forward and put a soft, sweet kiss upon his lips.

"Does that answer your question?" she said to him as she pulled away. He looked deep into her eyes as he put her back down on her feet and took her into his arms, pulling her closer.

"Yes" he whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. He pulled her back to look at her.

"What time is it?" she asked him, resting her forehead on his, lost in the moment.

"7.40am" he whispered, holding her tightly.

Moment ruined!

"WHAT!" she suddenly shouted pulling away from him, running straight over to her wardrobe, pulling out her red uniform and grabbing some underwear before running to her bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Chekov just stared at the bathroom door, blinking, not believing how fast she had moved. One minute she was in his arms and then next, she had shot off like a gazelle.

She re-emerged 10 seconds later, fully dressed, pulling on her black boots and began searching her quarters for her hairbrush.

"Are you alvight?" he asked her.

"I have 20 minutes, to get dressed, get ready, have breakfast and get to the Engine Bay." she told the still bewildered Chekov. "Geez, I have a happy dream for once and what do I do? I over-sleep."

"Happy dream?" Chekov thought to himself.

Lizzie finally found her brush and began running it through her hair, getting rid of her bed hair. She dropped the brush onto her bed and ran out of the door, grabbing Chekov's hand on the way and pulled him with her.

They made it to the Mess Hall in record time. They grabbed their food from the food replicator and quickly took their seats at the table with the rest of the Bridge.

They were both out of breath and red in the face but began eating their food.

"What happened to you two?" Bones asked, seeing how tired they were.

"Overslept" Lizzie quickly said between bites, Bones rolling his eyes.

"How did the meal go last night?" Uhura asked eagerly, even though she was trying not to show it. She had been wondering all morning and was now on the edge of her seat. Lizzie and Chekov both stopped eating at the same time and looked at each other, blushes spreading across both their faces.

"Well from your faces, I'm gonna say quite well" Kirk said with a lopsided grin.

"Well?" Uhura asked. The whole table was now looking at them.

"It went…." a smile crept upon Lizzie's face. "…….really good….." She looked over at Chekov as she said it. "…really, really good."

"Yes, it did" Chekov said to the table, his eyes remaining on Lizzie the whole time.

"So what does that mean then?" Uhura asked, practically holding in the squeal she was dying to let out. She knew the answer, but wanted to hear it from Lizzie and Chekov's own lips.

"I think Nyota, that Mr Chekov and Miss Woods have decided to enter into romantic relations with one another" Spock said, barely looking up from his plate.

"Really?" Uhura was nearly standing up.

Lizzie and Chekov looked at each other smiling before nodding at her in unison.

"OH MY GOD" she screamed, running around to the other side of the table, hugging the two of them. "Congratulations guys!"

"Way to go Chekov" Sulu said nudging him slightly as the rest of the table too began giving the pair their congratulations.

"I am shocked Lizzie" Kirk said sarcastically, giving her a pretend sad face. "I thought I was the only one for you."

"Sorry Jim" Lizzie replied to her Captain with just as much sarcasm. "Pavel is cuter."

"How could you do this to me?" he asked her before he couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing, offering his congratulations.

After 5 minutes or so, Lizzie decided to ask the Captain an important question.

"Has Admiral Pike been in touch?" Lizzie asked.

"No, not recently."

"Oh ok." She continued eating her breakfast.

Normally this would have been bad news, but ever since she had realised her feelings towards Chekov a few days earlier, she hadn't been so worried about not hearing from Pike. Sure, she wanted to go home. She had family and friends to see, not to mention saying a final goodbye to her brother. But now she had a reason to stay in the future. If Pike never found a way to get her home, this would not bother her too much. She was happy here.

Soon enough, breakfast was over and the crew began to file out, ready to go to work. Lizzie and Scotty stood up ready to make their way to the Engine Bay.

"I'll see you later ok?" Lizzie told Chekov.

"Yes" he told her before leaning forward and gently kissing her lips. This earned a few wolf whistles from Kirk and Sulu, but they were quickly silenced as Bones hit them around the back of the head.

"I love you" Chekov whispered to Lizzie, loud enough so only she could hear it.

"I love you too" Lizzie replied to him. They both smiled at each other as Lizzie walked out of the Mess Hall with Scotty and over to the turbo lift. They both got in and made their way into the Engine Bay.

"I'm really happy for you lassie" Scotty told her with all sincerity as the left the lift.

"Thanks Scotty" she replied cheerfully.

"He's a good kid is that Chekov" he said to her thoughtfully.

"I know" she told him, smiling to herself.

"Well there's a lot of work to still be done. You gonna carry on with the warp engines you were repairing yesterday?"

"Uh-huh, sure am!" Lizzie replied as they both returned to work, Scotty mumbling something about "Darn Klingons" causing Lizzie to laugh.

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"We need to lose him" Luke said to Lizzie.

"Who the hell is he?" she asked, panic clear in her voice.

"No idea, but we need to lose him…fast."

They continued to run, when another gunshot was heard. But this time, Lizzie stopped running as she felt her left hand weigh her down. When she looked, Luke was lying on the ground beneath her, perfectly still, blood pouring from his head. Dead.

"LUKE!" she screamed. Oh god, her brother was dead……her brother was dead. How could he be dead? He was Luke, he was the one who called her names, he was the one who looked after her when she was sad, he was her big brother. Dead.

"Ahhhhhhhh…" Lizzie awoke with a scream again. She was drenched in her usual cold sweat and was shacking from head to toe, her breathing becoming laboured.

She had the dream again.

She leapt out of bed and ran out of the door, straight to the room next to hers - Uhura's quarters. She banged on the door with her fist.

"Nyota, Nyota" she shouted, tears streaming down her face. She needed someone to calm her down. She was sick of these dreams now. She knew her brother was dead, she didn't need to be reminded about it. She banged on the door again before reading the note Uhura had left by the keypad used to open the door.

Sorry, I'm not here right now.

Gone to Spock's quarters ;)

I'll be there if you need me

- N. Uhura x

"Damn it!" Lizzie thought to herself, still shacking and crying. She needed someone right now, so her feet took her to the only other person who would calm her down.

She was outside his door in less than a minute and began banging on it with the same urgency she had previously.

"Who is it?" came a groggy voice from behind the door. Lizzie kept knocking, the tears preventing her from speaking.

The door eventually slid open revealing a rather tired Chekov. He was in a grey vest top and a pair of black sweats and was rubbing his eyes as they adjusted to the light from the corridor. He was suddenly brought back to reality when he saw Lizzie's teary face and shacking body. She quickly ran into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and began crying into his chest.

"Lizzie, vhat is vrong?" he said urgently, protectively wrapping his arms around her, holding her as tight as he could, trying to stop her from shacking. However, like before, the tears stopped her from speaking. He kissed her forehead and rubbed her back soothingly before leading her into his quarters and shutting the door. He sat her down on the bed as her tears slowly stopped. He took her hands in his and looked at her, concerned.

"Lizzie, vhat ewer is zhe matter?" he asked her.

"I-I-I had this d-d-dream" she said, catching her breath back, voice broken from all the crying she had done.

"You had a nightmare?"

"Uh-huh. I have it every n-n-night. Nyota normally looks a-a-a-after me, but she's with S-Spock."

"Vhat is it about?" he asked moving closer to her.

"I keep reliving when my b-brother died." she told him as he moved his hand up to her face to wipe away the remaining tears. "Its every night."

"Oh, Lizzie" he said as he pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her body, gently rocking her. She rested her head on his shoulder as she gripped his clothes tightly. They sat like that for 10 minutes, in complete silence until Lizzie spoke.

"I'm sorry about this" she said, laughter in her voice, trying to lighten the mood. She looked up at him.

"Its ok" he looked at her. "I just vant to know if you are ok."

"I'm better now" she told him with a smile, his hand gently cupping her face, his thumb stroking the skin.

"Do you need to stay here tonight?" he whispered to her.

This caused her eyes to widen in shock. Chekov noticed her expression and quickly realised what he had said.

"No, no, not like zhat" he quickly recovered. "I mean, do you need company, someone to look after you."

Lizzie's eyes quickly softened as she nodded at him. "That would be nice, thank you."

With that they both got into his bed and lay there in each others arms, Lizzie's head resting by Chekov's chest whilst he rested his head upon hers.

"I love you Pavel" Lizzie whispered.

"I love you too Lizzie" Chekov whispered back and in no time at all, they both fell into a deep sleep.