Y'all remember that Cat one where Chekov was hurt in a shuttle accident? This is that, enjoy!
Doctor Leonard McCoy was relaxing. And by relaxing, he was sitting in his quarters, waiting for some disaster to call him back to the med bay. It was no secret he almost never got any down time unless he was sleeping, which even that was disturbed occasionally.
He shifted in his chair, his PADD falling from his lap. Something just didn't feel right. Almost as soon as he stood up his communicator chirped. His hand was at his side before the tone had even finished. "McCoy here." He answered, his voice rough.
"Doctor, you're needed. There's been a shuttle accident." The voice on the other end was panicked, and he felt his heart drop to his stomach. Spock and Chekov were on that shuttle...
He didn't even realize he had been running until he was forced to stop for the lift. Even then, he felt as though he just couldn't get there fast enough.
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Spock pressed a few buttons on the main console of the shuttles cockpit. It was slightly cramped, and he once again attempted to adjust his seat farther back, but to no avail. It just simply refused to move.
"Ensign, are the samples correctly stored?" He called out, his voice monotone as usual.
"Yes Commander Spock!" Was Chekov's reply, his accent causing him to over pronounce a few letters. The young ensign made his way over to the seats from the back of the shuttle, where he had been storing the samples from their recent mission.
It had gone extremely well, almost too well. But Spock was not one to believe in such things.
Chekov unbuckled the seat harness and was about to sit down, when there was a crash at the end of the shuttle. "You put the samples in the storage bin, did you not?" Spock questioned, and Pavel stood up.
"I put them exactly where you told me, Commander..." He hesitantly made his way to the back, a small trickle of anxiety falling down his back when he found nothing out of the ordinary. "Nothing fell, sir!"
Spock knew he should believe the ensign, he'd proven himself more than enough, but still, that feeling that his captain had dubbed his 'Spocky-Sense' was beginning to 'tingle'.
Before the Vulcan could even request Pavel to take control of the shuttle, there was another loud crash, he heard Pavel udder a cuss word before the lights in the shuttle went black. He shocked by the sudden lack of light, but recovered quickly enough to realize the had not even fully left the atmosphere of the planet.
He turned in his, his eyes adjusting to the dark, just in time to see the Russian trip on his way back to his seat. The entire shuttle lurched, and he was thrown to the paneling off the wall, the craft lurched again and again, and Spock realized they were falling in a circular manner.
He could feel his hair moving up and down with the spinning of the ship, and his ears picked up every thud Pavel's body made with the walls of the enclosed space. "Ensign!" He called, throwing his arm out to stop the navigator from tumbling even more.
He felt the air move as Pavel struggled to reach the hand of his superior officer. Finally, his fingers made contact Spock's own hand, only for the motion inside the ship to stop as they crashed into the ground.
Spock found himself almost completely unhurt. He opened his eyes, surprised to find his eyes able see. The light seemed to be flickering, and he stopped when he realized he could smell smoke.
It took exactly .3 seconds for his brain to make the connection. Spock's fingers fumbled slightly as he unbuckled the restraints from his body. His chest ached slightly as he took a deep breath in. The smoke caused his eyes to water, and he put his hands to the ground in and effort to find the injured ensign.
He found him sprawled on the floor, his eyes closed and his breathing labored. The right side of his face was covered in burns, and his entire arm looked as though it had been through a... Well, a shuttle crash. Spock bent down and lightly lifted the young man from the ground.
The second he was off the ground his eyes flew open and he let out a pained scream. His face scrunched up in pain, and Spock immediately regretted the fact he had to move Chekov at all. The small shuttle was steadily filling with smoke, and Spock made his way to the large hole that had been ripped into the side of the ship.
The night sky greeted him, the stars barely lighting his way as he led himself and Pavel as far from the burning shuttle as he dared. Finally deciding to stop, he set Chekov in a patch of soft grass. He had long since lost consciousness again, his face no longer contorted in pain.
Spock grabbed at his belt, relief instantly calming him. He pulled communicator from his belt and contacted the Enterprise.
~~~~(Another time skip, sorry)~~~~
Bones sat against his desk, relief seeping through his veins as he pushed his hand through his hair. The kid was going to make it. The burns on his face we're going to heal with barely a scar, and his arm would be perfectly fine after a small amount of physical therapy.
His ribs had been pretty busted up too, and his lungs were bruised, but they would heal.
He heard the doors open, and he allowed whoever entered to have some privacy before walking to the bed of his only patient. Resting against Pavel's chest was the orange tabby cat the kid had named Marlo.
The little cat was purring, his head rubbing against Pavel's chest in a loving manner. Marlo looked up at Bones, his green eyes seemingly holding much more emotion than he thought possible. The cat meowed at him, and McCoy smiled.
Deciding to allow the cat some time with his owner, Bones went back to his office, leaving Marlo to comfort the sleeping boy.