This is the second part- We finally meet Dawson in this chapter (Yay)

Chekov felt that by sleeping he was abandoning his duties on the ship during an emergency of the scale this was. Chekov had spent an hour just sitting in the dark before his eyes started drooping. As darkness took over him the nightmares took control.

"We're losing her, We're losing her." He screamed as he tried his hardest to save her, he had failed once before so he would not allow it to happen again. However with the nightmare in control there was a repeat of the scene. Spock's mother was gone and he was left staring at the screen again. However this time when he caught Spock's eye instead of heart break there was anger.

Spock walked up to Chekov and slapped him hard on the face, leaving a clear bruise. "You are a failure." He shouted "You don't deserve to be on this crew. You have let everyone down"
suddenly there was a change in his face to something which looked very evil. "I know just what to do with him" he said and forcefully pulled Chekov through the ship by his shirt. They stopped by the airlocks. Spock put in his authorisation and shoved Chekov inside before locking the door.

"I didn't mean to, I tried to save her!" Chekov cried as he realised his fate.

Suddenly a beep was sounded and Chekov was sucked out, the air in his lungs being pushed out violently and making it hard for him to breathe. As he felt his life slipping painfully away he heard the beeping again. Realising it was the doorbell to his quarters he woke with a start. He was shaken by the dream and quickly removed the tears on his face and in his eyes with his hand a sleeve, he did not want any more pity from McCoy. The doorbell sounded again once Chekov felt he was mostly presentable and called the door to open by saying "enter".

Instead of the Doctor behind the door it was the friendly young mechanic, Lt Dawson. She was very young, only around 19, and after the events of the past few days had been promoted to head of maintenance on the ship. She was also doing a lot of work in the engine room as the chief engineer had been killed so the inexperienced staff needed all the help they could get. The engineer had bright orange hair which she wore in plaits and goggles which seemed, to Chekov, to never come off her head. She was unique on the ship, similar to him, because she spoke with a broad welsh accent which was about as uncommon as his Russian one. She held a tray with a small meal on it, some emergency rations consisting of what looked like a sandwich and a glass of water.

"McCoy sent me to tell you your 3 hours are up. To be honest I think he thought you would not be here still." She said as she entered the room and put the tray down.
Chekov thanked her and said "Why are you here? You have enough work to do without worrying about me."

"I do worry about you though. I hope you don't think I 'ratted' you out to the doctor. Really I just went to the doctor to get a burn seen to but he saw through me, it was like he knew I was lying or something. Sorry it just came out." Dawson rambled. Chekov realised when he started helping her she would ramble to fill silence or when she was nervous. As a result her staff had taken to playing music when they worked with her but Chekov enjoyed the company and liked to chat.
Dawson indicated to the food on the tray as she carried on. Chekov grabbed the sandwich and started eating it, knowing she would not let him leave without him eating it.
"I am sure the Doctor told you why I was so worried about you. You know I think the crew of this ship is just like a body. The engineers are the feet as they keep things running. See what I did there? Anyway, the Medical are like those white blood cells which keep the body running. The communication people are like the eyes and ears. The captain, or captains as they keep on changing, are the brain. But for a body to work you need a heart, and other organs, but the heart is the most important. I think that is the relationship between the crew. And I think your smile is what makes my day brighter so I think that is the heart for my body. You know what, now I have said that all outside, it does sound really weird."
Chekov stared at her as she seemed to say it all without a breath. He had finished all his food while she was saying all that.

"Thank you" he said, though he really didn't know what for.
"Chek, I want your smile back. This stuff with Spock's mum has really been bothering you right? He doesn't blame you, you know. Hell, he doesn't blame anyone. It was just a terrible, terrible accident." With this she moved closer to the boy to make sure he was listening "Don't beat yourself up about it, ok? It was not your fault." She wiped away a tear which fell from Chekov's eye and gave him a warm and friendly hug.

The pair talked about the mission as Chekov got changed and freshened up ready to return to the bridge. When he had finished he made his way to the door, Dawson following.

"Thank you, so much. I don't know what I would have done without you." Chekov told her.

"Any time Chek. Oh, and you know if ever you need anything, you know how to find me. Literally, even if it is just for a chat, you know I love gossip." Chekov gave a wave and waved to her as he left, smiling all the way. One thing he was sure of at that moment. She was his heart.

To be continued-

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