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@ensignnavigator, continued from here

It had meant to be amusing, but then, she should have known better than to make that kind of joke in such company. ‘ I am, ’ her reply came with trepidation, mirroring Aella’s hesistation.

   “Are humans not taught to share emotions? That they are... positive... things?” There seemed to be true interest in her eyes -- perhaps only evident in the way her attention was completely fixed, unwavering. 

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“Zat I should vork on dodging left hooks.” He muttered, not meeting Izz’s eyes while he sat there, slouched against the back of the medbay bed.

Isiah sighed and shook his head and got him to lower the ice and started to use the dermalregen over the area and gave Pavel a worried look.

“Вы знаете, я беспокоюсь о тебе.” he murmured softly, switching to the other language they shared for a sense of privacy.

[valiisthea]

Here’s some positivity. Just cause you’re tagged here doesn’t mean you have to pay it forward by any means! But feel free to do so if you want to, I think that’d be pretty rad!

Also don’t feel bad if I didn’t tag you! I literally snagged the first three people I saw on my dash!!! 

@ghoststorytm - Hi darling! We don’t talk/play very often but I do hope you know that you are an enlightening part of my dash and following you has been such a fun adventure. I hope that your day is fantastic and that you get to pet so many cute animals!

@ensignnavigator - We’ve only just met a few days ago but I think you are just darling!! Keep that beautiful spirit shining bright, okay? It’s such an honor to have you as a follower and I love getting to talk to you when time permits <3

@mxndwitch - I miss you! We’ve been chatting a while and it’s pittered out here and there but that doesn’t mean my love for you has! I adore you. Your writing is incredible, you are one of the sweetest people, and you deserve lots of happiness! I’m giving you big ol hugs. What an amazing thing it is to have you!!!

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@ensignnavigator

Your size lunch or my size lunch? ’ He asked, grinning as he tapped away on the PADD, kneeling in front of the prised-open control panel, ‘ Because you vill need quite a few more credits to buy me lunch after zis. I don’t know you made zis kind of a mess. ’

“At this point? Name your price, I’ve been wrestling with this for two hours, at least,” Vi said, sitting on the ground next to Chekov with her own PADD in hand. It started as routine debugging, then she kept digging. And digging. And what she thought was debugging, might have actually been screwing with the original code. “Either someone else really fucked something up or I need to revisit some of my older textbooks.” 

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“Zat’s not important, vat is important is ze fun-to-drinks ratio, instead you should focus on zat one, okay? Good.”

“So to many. Right.” Izz said as he translated ‘drunk-pavel’ to standard and slipped an arm under Pavel’s as he tugged the other over his own shoulders.

“Time for bed, ai.  Нет больше пить для вас.” He said cheerfully, knowing russian was probably easier for Pavel to understand while drunk, knowing mandarin was easier for him when he was drunk or processing badly in a similar way.

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Trouble Incoming

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Pavel had sunk most the way down into a chair in the sitting area when he heared them, the panic in their voice waking him from sleep just a fraction faster than the speed of sound. He bolted up, his head taking a moment to register where he was, as he caught the PADD that almost flew off his chest with the movement. He scrubbed his face and started for the bedroom, where he’d heard them. “Izz? Vat’s wrong, are you okay?” He asked, his voice still thick with sleep, but alarmed all the same.

Isiah hadn’t felt that great that day, feeling on edge and somewhat closed in, having mostly kept to themself-being so close to their due date and on maternity leave as such, and not having anything to do that needed leaving their quarters-and even Pavel’s return from his shift, which was a relief to them, didn’t help the sensations. their back had ached like usual that day and nothing seemed to ease it, but they’d tried meditating to see if it’d help them relax and ease the pain any.

It was about an hour into trying, not fully able to sink into the meditation, when a gripping, stabbing pain across their lower stomach and drew a quiet, whimpering, pained noise from their throat. After the pain faded, they were out of breath and surprised at realizing what was happening.

“I, the baby’s coming.” they breathed out breathlessly, hands pressed firmly to their stomach, looking up at Pavel in shock and worry and pain.

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A Moment of Weakness

 ensignnavigator answered:

Accepting: Send ‘a moment of weakness’ for a randomly generated starter 16. My muse is kidnapped and yours has just rescued them.

Pavel quit chewing his cheek long enough to hear footsteps, a sound that brought a wave of nausea. They were coming back. He steeled himself, trying to recall Starfleet interrogation protocol, not a section he’d ever thought he would need. There wasn’t anything he had learned from them the first round, they’d blindfolded him so he couldn’t see them or where he was. It was annoyingly primitive and rudimentary, but unfortunately effective. All he knew was that it hinted that they knew what Starfleet was, and that they didn’t want him to know who they were. But he could neither recognise nor understand their language, and so he had nothing to go on. His breathing picked up when the steps finally neared where he could guess the door was, though they were faster, lighter than what he had heard before. His face, or what could be seen of it, was unreadable as he did all he could do; wait.

It had been hell, knowing Pavel was somewhere that wasn’t safe, that someone had him and was likely hurting him. Or worse that he was-no, don’t think about it, can’t think about it, he’s not,he cant be. He was not going to be in good shape when he got back, so while the command crew searched and scoured the info they had for finding Pavel, Medbay prepped and readied. Not having anything better to do, Izz helped, making sure they were ready for anything possible-except that, never that, it can’t happen, it won’t-and that they’d be able to make sure Pavel was okay.

Getting the information that they’d found him and were assembling a crew to go get him, Izz-likely earning a reprimand later-argued his way onto the team that was going, pointing out he’d be able to sense Pavel due to close contact for so long and such, and medical treatment was likely needed. So it was how he came to be slipping quietly along the hallway, phaser in one hand-set to stun, he couldn’t break his oath-not yet at least, he wasn’t sure what he’d do if Pavel was, no but he wouldn’t, could be that so it wouldn’t happen-and a medkit in the other hand, steps light and quiet in the empty hall. 

Stunning the guard in front of the doorway, Izz felt with his senses and feeling the familiar feel of Pavel’s emotions-ones he hated Pavel feeling, knowing it meant he was hurt, but alive and would be okay and had not been treated well-he got the lock open, glad it was one the phaser blast could handle.

“Pasha?” he whispered as he entered, still on alert in case someone was in there beside Pavel, but unable to help rushing over to him, phaser slipped into the holster-but not strapped in, they were still in dangerous territory-as he did so.

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It took a second for the words to register, they sounded foreign, but he could understand them nevertheless. He groaned, reaching up to determine why his head felt like it was splitting open, finding a bandage there. He could barely piece together the fragments he had of what happened, but he knew he was with— “Isiah…” He groaned, trying to sit up. “Где Isiah? Где мой супруг?” He struggled to sit up. His throat was dry, and he realised why they were looking at him completely puzzled. “Vhere is Isiah? Zey vere viz me, Red hair, tall–” He cut off, fear almost closing his throat completely, trapping the last word,pregnant.  Some part of him knew he was asking too many questions, and most in the wrong language for someone who possibly wouldn’t know if even Isiah was there.

The nurse, that was attending to him as they waited for the attending doctor to arrive, had a confused look before accessing his file and taking note of the information in it and nodding.

“Are you asking about the young person who was driving the car you were in? Red hair, tall, wearing a necklace with a bird on it?” She asked cautiously as she adjusted the bed so he could sit up safely. The other nurse left the room to go and get the information that was being asked about.