Only two mild bad words but other than that enjoy. I put this out early as a treat to JASPERHALEFOREVER someone who kind enough to comment quite a few times.
Chapter 7: 'Good Luck Charms don't always work.'
Anyone in my family could have told you good luck charms don't always work.
We have horrid luck. The thing is I could tell you the most about it. Now just keep that in mind for a minute. The orange pencil given to me by my first guy friend in school always had this uncanny ability to help me earn good grades. Apparently that doesn't extend to helping keep my friends healthy. Pavel's worsening condition and stubborness made it hard not to worry. To top that off Becky had been injured by the same kind of knife. Plus that clued us in on one of T'Shan's secrets. She had an accomplice aboard the ship who was still on the loose, and according most logical thought it will be either Uhura or me next.
Either way, its possible leaving my only luck charm with my injured friends wasn't the best idea, even if it felt like it at the time. Upon leaving Sick bay the second day after Becky had been hurt I was - you guessed it- attacked by the mysterious assailant.
"Help!" I screamed, hoping someone would hear the struggle between me and the attacker who tried desparatly to shut me up. He clamped a hand over my mouth. I bit him furousicly, hard enough to make him cry out and pull away. I struggled to break free from his grip while he mercilessly held something over my nose and mouth so and couldn't breath. As a last attempt I kicked him in the place men don't want to be black robed figure grunted and hit me so forcefully I blacked out. My last thought was, Oh well better now than later.
"Help!" Someone had screamed. Michael was just minding his own business on the seventh deck when had heard someone cry out for help. When he rounds a corner maybe twenty seconds later he sees a black figure carrying Jenny swiftly through the halls. That was enough to throw him into action. He ran as fast as he could.
The figure heard and looked back-to late. He knew he couldn't run without starting a seen so he did the only thing he could. He pulled the dagger from his belt and said in a raspy- and feminine voice? "If you follow me she dies."
Michael didn't relax his stance. In the short distance he saw the chief engineer Montgomery Scott coming to see what the noise was. Michael stared straight into his eyes trying to convey the important message of danger to the Engineer. Hopefully when Scotty ran off after a brief nod that meant he understood and was going for help.
The attacker set down the unconsuois Navigator and muttered something quietly, touching one open palm to her face. Jenny shuddered in her forced dreams.
"What are you doing to her?" Michael asked nearly jumping in to intervene.
"You will know soon enough." The person whispered. The girl stood and ran now, far to fast for Michael to catch her.
A little party of red appeared with phasers, sending him a questioning glance. He pointed of to the left where the attacker had gone. They ran after her.
From behind him he saw three more people rushing toward him and Jenny, of whom was now starting to come around. She moaned.
"What the hell happened this time?" Bones McCoy grumbled. Becky and Chekov were behind him looking relieved because she wasn't bleeding.
All I knew was my brain hurt a whole hell of a lot more than I wanted to.
I tried not to moan again while someone picked me up and carried me through several hallways. With each step my head throbbed even more painfully than the last. It stopped abruptly when I was set down. I lay still, expecting Dr. McCoy or someone with doctorly experience would start scolding me. I tried to remember what had happened. I was greeted by a wave of nausea that made me want to throw up. I could feel my mind start to go fuzzy. I heard a brief hiss and felt a little sting. My mind began floating back towards the light of Sickbay.
"Is she awake?" I heard Becky whisper. I muttered something like,
"" I meant, No I am still asleep and it was nice until you came in.
I could almost imagine Chekov laughing. I laughed to, my voice raspy and uneven compared to the way I normally was. According to Becky, my voice was always uneven though because "You are so loud I'm gonna slug you." Bringing up the mere memory made me shiver with the pain that followed. I turned away from the light but they just pulled me into a sitting position, which made my head throb again. I moaned, "Lemmealoneiwannasleep" They didn't leave me alone and I didn't get to sleep. I shoved at the hands that tried to steady me. I opened my eyes to see three people hanging over me and a light flashing in my eyes.
"Uhhhhhstoppit." I grumbled weakly. He administered yet another hypo with painful quickness. The surge of adreneline finally seemed to reach my heart, sending my into a spirally, vertigo, way-to-much-to-handle frenzy. I shuddered as the renewed energy, once again, made me want to throw up.
"Pupils are dialated. Brain activity off the charts... What the hell happened back there?"
"I... don't know… any time I try to remember... it hurts." Everyone stared at me thoughtfully.
"All right, just get some rest." McCoy told me, worry disguised in those baby blue eyes of his.
A week later...
"There's been a lot of rumors goin' around about you." Becky said after I had gotten out of Sickbay. They hadn't found anything wrong with me other than frequent migraines caused by Becky.
"Like what?" I took a sip of tea as she replied,
"Like you and Pavel are going out." I spit a mouthful of tea at her.
"Who the hell started that?" I screeched.
"Sulu, I think." I put my mug on the table with a loud thud, not even caring it splashed on to the table.
"Okay. I started it." She giggled furiously. I stood up and towered over her angrily. She ruined the effect by standing too, now two inches taller.
"You may have just gotten out of Sickbay too, but now you're going right back." I chased her around the mess hall where she quickly located Chekov to tell him what she had 'heard'.
"That is so not true," I hissed at her.
"It feels true."
The glass in Chekov's hand shattered. He didn't even seem to notice as blood started to drip down his wrist. Pavel simply sighed and dropped the red tinted glass from his iron grip.
"Are you okay?" Becky asked, her smile morphing into a frown.
"Nyet. Am bleeding." His accent was thicker than usual and his English harder to understand than normal. Chekov sounded tired and zoned out. He took a napkin and held carefully over the seeping wound, trying to staunch the flow.
"Do you want to go to Sickbay or have me handle it?" I asked, know worried something was seriously wrong.
Pavels dark eyes met mine for a second and then he looked away. In that one second I had seen how sad and depressed he was.
"Anyzing but zere." He mumbled. I took his wrist and inspected the cut while Becky went to my room for bandages.
"What's wrong, Pasha? You seem distracted." I asked, using his pet name that only a few people knew. (A.K.A. Me, Becky, Sulu, and Uhura)
"Nuzing to vorry of." He replied quietly, not even wincing when I touched the cut with more force then necessary. It was hard to understand him. Maybe I could have Uhura come by...
Becky rushed in with the stuff I needed. I stopped her and turned her around so we had our backs turned on Chekov.
"You fix him up. Try and figure out what's buggin' him." I whispered. I left them there, wondering what could be so disturbing as to make him appear so...helpless and lost. Like a cute little puppy. Forget I even thought that. Hell, I'm forgetting I ever thought that.
I didn't hear from either of them that night so when I was on the Bridge the next morning I didn't know what to expect.
The entire Bridge seemed incredibly lost without his exuberant air. Without his exclamations of how he can do zhat. Without the kid Navigator.
Chekov was there all right, but only physically. He stared blankly at the view screen. No one dared to ask what had happened to his hand and no one bothered to ask why he was so down.
I waved Becky over by the turbo lift doors.
"His parents were in an accident." She whispered somberly. I stared at her, unbelieving.
"He wouldn't tell me anything other than there in critical condition and they might not make it.
"He must be worried sick." I thought out loud.
"He is. Literally. He had a fever last night. He absolutely refused to see Bones. I was up with him all night just watching over him. His fever didn't break but it went down a wee bit."
"Are you telling me he has a fever of—"
"102" She provided.
"—And you let him show up for work?" Just as she was about to reply the Captain oh so helpfully broke into the conversation, bringing it apparent to everyone on the Bridge. Except Pavel who continued staring ahead.
"Something you two would like to share?" Yes my boot up your ass. I thought harshly.
"No Captain." We said unison. It creeped everyone out when we did that, including ourselves. People said it was unnatural. I totally agreed.
I stood behind Chekov, trying not to look to worried and knowing I was failing miserably. I put my hand on his shoulder and when he turned to glance at me I gave a smile that said, I know what happened.
His eyes were still sad, their normal deep chocolate brown now like muddy water, bloodshot and dry.
"Mr. Chekov."
"Aye, sair."
"Are you sick? I can feel heat rolling off of you."
"Slightly, sair. Is no problem." His voice was rough.
"Do you want to see the Doctor?"
"Nyet. Am fine." He muttered.
The Captain looked like he wished to continue, but I sent a pleading expression. If one more person tried to question him he would lash out. I could tell how tense Chekov was.
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