1984 [ for i dont know pick a ship ]
SKYKOV ANGST
"Breach it! Breach it now damnit!"
Chekov's hands were shaking. Of course they were. They'd committed the Cardinal Sin, the highest of dishonours, the mightiest of treasons... And here he was, an Imperial Navy officer too. It would not go well... Not for anyone.
But then, would he care? Never. He quietly finished the last sip of the vodka as he heard the door starting to buckle. It wouldn't last too much longer. So he stepped over quietly to Sky, whom was sat on the floor draped in the blankets they had been sharing. She was pale. Scared. Still ill, of course... Oh, how he feared she would handle rehabilition... It might just kill her... And that terrified him more than anything.
"Ssssh, sssh..." the young Ensign mumbled as he knelt before the woman he had disobeyed orders for. The woman he loved. He took her hands and the soft touch of her skin was all he needed to stop the shaking. The faint scent of strawberries and cream that lingered with her was all he needed to steel himself for the coming pain.
"I've got you," he told her as his arms wrapped around her softly, pulling her close. Her head perched on his shoulder as he softly stroked her back. "Be strong for me, Sky. Please."
The door burst down and he held her close, putting himself between the Shock Corp and his love.
"Don't you hurt her! You can't take her! It was me, not her!"
