Meine lieben, ich habe einen Traum, den ich mir bald gerne erfüllen würde, unzwar mein eigenes Buch zu schreiben. Was haltet ihr davon? Würdet ihr es lesen? Es würde ein Roman werden mit Zitaten. Lasst mich gerne eure Meinung wissen.
Word Count: 1828
Edited by: @karasong
(Part 1)(Part 2)
“What is your preferred drink?” asked Nurse Traxler.
“Tea. Raspberry leaf.” I replied, walking over to the single table, sitting down and pulling up a PADD.
“Coming right up.” She smiled.
I smiled back and looked down to type into my personal account. Once I was in I checked my file. My face fell as I looked at what changed, or what didn’t change. I wasn’t reported missing or taken prisoner. Forall Starfleet knew I was still working on that ship.
“Something wrong, Mystie?” Questioned Traxler, handing me my drink.
“Yeah,” I replied, taking a sip of the tea, “I’m looking at my file and it says I’m still working on that ship. They didn’t even report me missing.”
“You’re looking at your file now?” Traxler asked, sitting down across from me.
I looked up at her, “Well, I couldn’t do it at the Medbay. Too crowded.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“Report to Starfleet,” I said, shrugging.
“You should, but doesn’t that mean the captains of each vessel would have to talk about it to Starfleet? And you have to give a statement.”
“Yes. I’ll talk to Captain Kirk tomorrow. Get my old captain’s record tainted.”
“Sounds good,” Traxler replied, finishing her drink, “I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” I said, taking another sip.
I looked at a few more things on my PADD and finished my tea. Yawning, I got up and walked over to my bed. Once I got in I fell asleep instantly.
~~~
I woke up with a start; sweat dripping down my forehead. Another nightmare. The same nightmare. Well, almost. Chekov was there this time… being cut up with me. This nightmare is more uncomfortable than the last.
“Are you okay, Mystie?” Asked the nurse, worry plainly written on her face, “You were saying Chekov’s name a lot.”
“Another nightmare… he was in it this time.” I said, getting up, “Do you know where Chekov is?”
“No,” She replied, “Why?”
“I just need to see him.” I said, walking over to the computer, “Computer, where is Ensign Chekov?”
“Ensign Chekov is in Room 1989.”
“Oh, that is right next door.” Commented nurse Traxler.
“Good,” I said, walking out of the room.
I turned to room 1989 and pushed the doorbell. I heard scrabbling and a crash followed by some swear words in Russian. Once the door opened and I saw Chekovby:I jumped to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. The force nearly knocked us to the ground, but we were able to keep standing.
“Are you okay?” Asked Chekov, concerned.
“I’m fine,” I muttered, realized that he apparently didn’t have time to put a shirt on.
“You coming here zays somesing different,” Chekov replied.
“I had another nightmare,” I paused, “and you were in it this time.”
“Oh.”
I looked up at him. His face showed his worry. His lips seemed very tempting now.
“Hmmmm,” I hummed, cocking my head.
“Vhat?”
“Your lips are very tempting at this moment.”
“Iz zat an inwitation?” He smiled, his face coming closer to mine.
I smiled and closed the space between us with a kiss.
“Hey, Chekov you’re—”
We both stopped and I turned to see Captain Kirk at the doorway.
“You know, Mystie, your room is the next one on the right.”
I stuck my tongue out at him.
“Now that should be in his mouth, not pointed at me.” He smirked.
I gave him a disgusted look and sneered at him while Chekov took a huge intake of air.
“Oh, and your legs are doing something funny.” He added, walking out.
We both looked down at my legs to see the lights going from bright red to cycling through yellows and pinks.
“I need to get to vork.” Said Chekov, a bit down.
“Yeah...” I replied in the same tone, releasing Chekov from my grip.
He turned and walked over to his closet, grabbing the standard issue undershirt and shirt. Pulling them over his head, he walked around his room looking for something.
“Где они?” He muttered.
I started looking not knowing what he needs. My gaze lands on a single boot. I picked it up and showed it to him
“Looking for this?”
“Da!” He said, walking over to me, “But vere iz zhe ozher?”
My eyes instantly found it on the other side of the room.
“Over there.” I pointed.
“Ah!” He answered, walking over to it, other boot in hand.
Once his boots were on, he headed out
“Dinner after my shift?” He asked.
“Yes!” I agreed happily.
He grinned then turned and started jogging to the Bridge, waving. I waved back, wondering what I can do while waiting for Chekov.
“You two will make a cute couple.” Said a voice behind me.
I jumped and turned to see nurse Traxler already in her medical blues. I didn’t answer, my cheeks did it for me turning a brighter shade of red.
“What is with your legs and those yellows and pinks it turns on?” She asked, silently laughing at me.
“I… think they're based on mood,” I shrugged, “Maybe.”
~~~
After exploring the ship for hours I returned to the Medbay to see Dr. McCoy. Just as I walked in the room the ground shook. I immediately spread my arms out to balance myself. Then the ground shook again, making me try to catch my balance by grabbing the wall. Red alert came on and the Medbay began to bustle with wounded coming in.
I started to panic, my legs blinking red. I looked around trying to understand what was happening. The noise and busyness getting to me I ran into one of the supply closets, this one having the lock inside instead of out. I shook as I pushed myself into the corner, making myself as small as possible.
~~~
It felt like days before the shaking of the ship and noise stopped. I was still shaking when I heard knocking on the door.
“Who’s in there?” I barely heard McCoy say.
“Mystie,” I said, just loud enough for him to hear.
“Will you let me in?” He asked.
“No.”
I heard a sigh then yelling.
“Someone get Mystie’s boyfriend. The attack freaked her out.”
Some minutes passed before the knock came back.
“Mystie?” I heard Chekov’s sweet voice say.
I didn’t reply.
“Can I come in?” He asked.
I frowned, still too scared to open the door. I heard buttons being pressed and the door unlocked. I folded myself into a smaller ball as the door opened a bit. Chekov peeked in and gave me a smile before opening the door wider and sneaking in. He cautiously came to me and put his arms around me. I instantly melted into his embrace.
“Zhe ship vas attacked by Klingons. Ve took care of eet. Eet’s safe now.” He murmured.
I grunted in return; too tired to respond with words.
A minute passed before I took a big breath and said, “How long was the fight?”
“Little more zhen twelve hours,” Chekov replied.
“No wonder… I’m so tired.” I murmured, falling asleep.
~~~
There was something on my chest, making it slightly hard to breathe. It was lightly snoring. I cracked my eyes open to see Chekov fast asleep. I lightly nudged him, but he didn’t wake up. He’s too heavy for me to move so I just have to lay here. Stuck.
There were several minutes of me contemplating whether I should wake him or not. He did have a long shift with the fight not too long ago, but then again I’m under him unable to move. Just when I was about to push him off he stirred and turned his head to look at me. His eyes were glazed in confusion for a couple of moments before he can to his senses and rolled off me.
“Sowry,” He said, sitting up on the bedside, “I tend to do zat sometimes.”
“Good thing my heart and lungs are made of metal.” I teased.
“Mhmm,” He answered, twisting around to me and planting a kiss on my nose.
I hummed happily as I wrapped my arms around him to pull myself into a sitting position.
“Hey, Chekov, have you seen—” Traxler trailed off, seeing both of us.
“GET OUT!” I yelled, giggling.
“Okay, okay.” The nurse surrendered, holding her hands up and walking out.
I nuzzled up against Chekov, “I don’t ever want to get up.”
He laughed, “Me too.”
~~~
“Why didn’t you report Lieutenant [L/N] as a missing or as a prisoner, Captain Becks?” Asked Admiral Jones.
Captain Kirk had talked with Admiral Jones before getting connected to Captain Becks from the USS Prokofiev. He also kept me out of sight of Captain Becks when he connected so Kirk can be all dramatic and such-and-such. Admiral Jones agreed to this plan knowing there was nothing to stop Captain Kirk.
“What do you mean? Lieutenant [L/N] is here with us.” Lied Captain Becks.
“Interesting. Your ship was attacked by an unknown alien ship wasn’t it?” Admiral Jones questioned.
“How do you know? I didn’t report it.” Becks recoiled.
“Why didn’t you report it?” Kirk shot back.
“There was nothing to report. No one was killed.”
“Then why was,” Kirk motioned me to move into view, “Lieutenant [L/N] found there?”
Captain Becks moved back in his chair from surprise. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.
“You have violated Starfleet protocol and you put an officer in danger. WITHOUT EVEN REPORTING IT!” Yelled Admiral Jones.
“I-I-I,” stuttered Captain Becks.
“You will return to Starfleet headquarters and resign your position as Captain. You can go on your way Captain Kirk, I will have Lieutenant [L/N] transfer to you.”
“Sounds good, Admiral.” Replied Kirk, the connection ending.
“Well, looks like you’re going to put me to work now huh?” I said.
“Don’t worry I’ll have you working when Chekov is.” Kirk said, “Wait, you worked on the Bridge didn’t you?”
“Yes, Captain.” I saluted.
~~~
“Chief Medic's log, Stardate: Uh… Whatever. Mystie has begun working on the Bridge. I don’t know how I feel about that. She is also getting lessons on flying the damn ship. I definitely don’t trust her with that. I can see bad things happening if she and Chekov get control of the ship. Oh boy, I should make a rule stating that Mystie should NEVER be allowed to have anything sharp because this time she cut her uniform pants into shorts. Sigh. She sure loves showing off her mechanical legs. I heard from Nurse Traxler that Mystie doesn’t stay in her room. She just goes next door to Chekov. I’m happy for her. She now has a true family.”
