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Title: Telescope
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Chekov, Uhura
Pairing: Mention of Spock/Uhura
Summary: Chekov tries to comfort Uhura in his own way.
Warning: Mention of rape.
The Enterprise was docked at a space station to pick up some supplies and to allow time for some minor repairs. The crew was given shore leave for three days, but Chekov quickly realized that there was little to do on the space station that actually interested him. He had already seen all the movies being played (albeit not legally) and had no interest in what he thought was bowling, but what the organizers claimed was actually a much more advanced and highly sophisticated method of networking amongst peers.
He spent most of his time in the engine rooms with Scotty, paying close attention to the repairs and the reasoning behind them. He knew he was not much help, but the older man did not seem to mind his presence, and Kirk had already ordered him off the deck.
“You know, it’s not that I mind the company, but why aren’t you off having a pint with some of your mates?”
“Sulu is watching Outer Limit X. I hate this movie.”
“Oh - I’ve heard of that! Something about tentacles.”
“Yes. Is not very interesting.”
Scotty looked down at him from the crawl space and laughed. “Aye. I’m more for androids, myself.”
Chekov did not find this particularly surprising given the engineer’s awkward tendency to speak of the ship as a very sexual woman, but he laughed and smiled and Scotty grinned back down at him.
“Chekov!” Kirk came up from behind and Chekov promptly lost his balance, smacking his head on the railing as he fell.
“Oi!”
“Oh shit.”
Hands were grabbing at him and his ears were ringing and he thought he might just vomit.
“Is ok, captain. Am fine.” He heard Scotty jump down from the crawl space and if he had opened his eyes, he would have seen him peering nervously over the captain’s shoulder.
“I came down to order you off the ship, but I think we’ll take a little trip to medical instead.”
Chekov almost shook his head, but thought better of it. “Is unnecessary.”
Kirk rolled his eyes and pulled him up, “You think I want Bones on my ass for this? Or hell, your parents?”
Chekov thought this was strange, as his parents would certainly blame him for his own shortcomings, but the pain in his head increased tenfold when he stood, and he was afraid of what would happen if he opened his mouth.
“Feel better, lad!” Scotty called after them.
The trip to medical was a bit of a blur, but soon enough he was lying on a biobed with McCoy flashing light in his eyes.
“Christ, Jim, you think you could keep him in one piece?” McCoy demanded.
Kirk was standing a few feet away from McCoy and his answer was difficult to make out over the beeping of the tri-corder which was hovering near his right ear.
“Just get back to the bridge, Jim, he’ll be fine. It’s just a minor concussion.” He said, and as Chekov looked on he shooed the captain of the sick bay.
The doctor muttered a few things under his breath before turning his attention back to Chekov.
“What’s the date?” He asked.
“Is star date 3012.2, sir.”
“What did you have for breakfast this morning?”
“Milk and toast, sir.”
“Can you remember everything you did since you woke up this morning?”
“Yes sir. I took a shower - ”
McCoy cut him off, “It’s ok, kid. I think you’re ok. I’m going to keep you overnight just to be safe, but you might as well lie back and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be checking in every few hours.”
Chekov nodded and McCoy left, closing the privacy curtain behind him.
It was at some point after the second time McCoy had woken him up that he heard someone crying. It sounded like they were in the next bed over, but he could not see through the curtain. He wondered where McCoy was and why he was not taking care of this patient.
His curiosity got the best of him, and he slipped out of bed, quietly peaking through curtain.
Uhura was sitting on the bed, her hair and clothes disheveled, her lip split, and a sizable gash on the side of her head.
“Uhura?” He asked softly, anxious of her response.
She turned around, but did not have the chance to reply. McCoy walked into the makeshift room and immediately ordered Chekov back to bed.
He could still hear them from his bed, though, and he assumed this was why McCoy quickly escorted Uhura to a private room.
Chekov did not see her again, even when he was released in the morning, and McCoy made no mention of the incident. He knew better to ask, but instead or returning to his quarters, or going to the mess hall, he found himself at the door to Uhura’s quarters.
He knocked softly, and prayed to whatever deity was listening that it would not be Spock who answered the door.
It wasn’t.
Uhura came to the door, slightly less disheveled than she had been the night before, but still clearly agitated.
“Are you well?” He asked, glancing anywhere to avoid eye contact.
“Yeah, don’t worry about it. Rough night.”
He glanced into her quarters and asked, “Commander Spock is not here with you?”
Right away, he knew he had said something he shouldn’t have. “I just mean, if you are not well, you should have someone with you.”
“Listen, Chekov, he doesn’t need to be bothered with this, all right? I’m fine, really. And it was sweet of you to stop by, but please don’t say anything to Spock, all right?”
Something clicked in Chekov’s mind. Her appearance, the uncomfortable way she moved, and her reluctance to involve others - there was something strangely familiar of it.
And then it hit him.
His cousin Karina.
He had been only twelve years old when it happened, but his mother had not believed in letting him live with his head in the clouds, oblivious to what she referred to as “the real world.”
When Karina was attacked, she did not spare him the details, even though, looking back, it had been completely unfair to Karina.
She had been walking back to university when it happened. It was not quite dark yet, but it was winter, and the sun was low in the sky. No one noticed (or cared) when two boys grabbed her from behind.
They found her the next morning, almost dead of hypothermia, in one of the university’s parking lots. She had been badly beaten and raped and he can still remember visiting her in hospital and how he almost didn’t recognize her because of the swelling and the frostbite.
She had seemed surprised to see him, almost grateful at first, but then her eyes darkened and she begged their grandmother to take him away.
Before his grandmother could respond, he asked if she would play a game of chess with him, since she was the only would who could still beat him.
Again, she looked surprised, but agreed. He climbed onto the bed, careful not to jostle it and cause her any more pain. He set up the game and they played until she became too tired, and he stayed with his hand on her shoulder until she finally fell asleep.
Uhura looked much like Karina had, although it was clear that the level of medical treatment she received was much better than what his cousin had been able to get.
“Chekov? Promise me you won’t say anything, please.” Uhura asked, impatient with his lack of a response.
“Of course - promise. But would you like some soup? I was going to the mess hall before, is no problem to bring you some.”
Uhura looked like she was about to refuse, but surprisingly agreed and Chekov headed down to get her something.
He returned as quickly as he could. He asked to be let in, and quickly added that it was not right to let someone eat alone.
She nodded and let him in, and he noted the way she limped to the table where they sat to eat their meal.
When they finished, he asked if she would like to place chess, but she replied, “No, not today Chekov. Why don’t you see what the others are doing?”
He paused, trying to find the right words in Standard. “I think I know what happened. Is not your fault, though. Some people...just bad people. You cannot help this.”
She stared at him, her face completely unreadable.
“I had a cousin...she...two of her classmates. Well, is easy to guess what happened. Was not her fault either. I think you must tell Spock though. Should...should tell Spock,” he corrected himself. “He is very logical, no? Will understand and will help more than any other person can.”
She looked at him, a sad smile on her face. “Oh, Pavel. You just don’t understand how things really work.”
He certainly could not understand this. “What do you say?”
She looked down at her half-full bowl. “I was drunk. And monogamy is so important to Vulcans. I shouldn’t have been there, doing that, while he was on the ship.”
He’s shocked to say the least. “Lieutenant Uhura, you are very intelligent woman, but that is the most stupid thing ever I have heard you say.”
She seemed shocked that he would be so blunt, so he quickly added, “I understand if you don’t want to tell him, is your choice and no one should force you, is your choice completely. But you have to know this is not your fault. People can be animals - is not your job to control them, should control themselves, yes.”
She nodded, but he was unsure if she actually believed what he said.
“Now - would you like to eat ice cream and watch best Russian movie ever with me?”
“Which movie?”
“Is a classic.”
“Oh?” She raised her eyebrow.
“Yes. Is called Casablanca.”
She bit her lip, and he almost thought she was going to smile. “That’s a Russian movie, ensign?”
“Of course. Is classic.”
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Chekov, Uhura
Pairing: Mention of Spock/Uhura
Summary: Chekov tries to comfort Uhura in his own way.
Warning: Mention of rape.
The Enterprise was docked at a space station to pick up some supplies and to allow time for some minor repairs. The crew was given shore leave for three days, but Chekov quickly realized that there was little to do on the space station that actually interested him. He had already seen all the movies being played (albeit not legally) and had no interest in what he thought was bowling, but what the organizers claimed was actually a much more advanced and highly sophisticated method of networking amongst peers.
He spent most of his time in the engine rooms with Scotty, paying close attention to the repairs and the reasoning behind them. He knew he was not much help, but the older man did not seem to mind his presence, and Kirk had already ordered him off the deck.
“You know, it’s not that I mind the company, but why aren’t you off having a pint with some of your mates?”
“Sulu is watching Outer Limit X. I hate this movie.”
“Oh - I’ve heard of that! Something about tentacles.”
“Yes. Is not very interesting.”
Scotty looked down at him from the crawl space and laughed. “Aye. I’m more for androids, myself.”
Chekov did not find this particularly surprising given the engineer’s awkward tendency to speak of the ship as a very sexual woman, but he laughed and smiled and Scotty grinned back down at him.
“Chekov!” Kirk came up from behind and Chekov promptly lost his balance, smacking his head on the railing as he fell.
“Oi!”
“Oh shit.”
Hands were grabbing at him and his ears were ringing and he thought he might just vomit.
“Is ok, captain. Am fine.” He heard Scotty jump down from the crawl space and if he had opened his eyes, he would have seen him peering nervously over the captain’s shoulder.
“I came down to order you off the ship, but I think we’ll take a little trip to medical instead.”
Chekov almost shook his head, but thought better of it. “Is unnecessary.”
Kirk rolled his eyes and pulled him up, “You think I want Bones on my ass for this? Or hell, your parents?”
Chekov thought this was strange, as his parents would certainly blame him for his own shortcomings, but the pain in his head increased tenfold when he stood, and he was afraid of what would happen if he opened his mouth.
“Feel better, lad!” Scotty called after them.
The trip to medical was a bit of a blur, but soon enough he was lying on a biobed with McCoy flashing light in his eyes.
“Christ, Jim, you think you could keep him in one piece?” McCoy demanded.
Kirk was standing a few feet away from McCoy and his answer was difficult to make out over the beeping of the tri-corder which was hovering near his right ear.
“Just get back to the bridge, Jim, he’ll be fine. It’s just a minor concussion.” He said, and as Chekov looked on he shooed the captain of the sick bay.
The doctor muttered a few things under his breath before turning his attention back to Chekov.
“What’s the date?” He asked.
“Is star date 3012.2, sir.”
“What did you have for breakfast this morning?”
“Milk and toast, sir.”
“Can you remember everything you did since you woke up this morning?”
“Yes sir. I took a shower - ”
McCoy cut him off, “It’s ok, kid. I think you’re ok. I’m going to keep you overnight just to be safe, but you might as well lie back and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be checking in every few hours.”
Chekov nodded and McCoy left, closing the privacy curtain behind him.
It was at some point after the second time McCoy had woken him up that he heard someone crying. It sounded like they were in the next bed over, but he could not see through the curtain. He wondered where McCoy was and why he was not taking care of this patient.
His curiosity got the best of him, and he slipped out of bed, quietly peaking through curtain.
Uhura was sitting on the bed, her hair and clothes disheveled, her lip split, and a sizable gash on the side of her head.
“Uhura?” He asked softly, anxious of her response.
She turned around, but did not have the chance to reply. McCoy walked into the makeshift room and immediately ordered Chekov back to bed.
He could still hear them from his bed, though, and he assumed this was why McCoy quickly escorted Uhura to a private room.
Chekov did not see her again, even when he was released in the morning, and McCoy made no mention of the incident. He knew better to ask, but instead or returning to his quarters, or going to the mess hall, he found himself at the door to Uhura’s quarters.
He knocked softly, and prayed to whatever deity was listening that it would not be Spock who answered the door.
It wasn’t.
Uhura came to the door, slightly less disheveled than she had been the night before, but still clearly agitated.
“Are you well?” He asked, glancing anywhere to avoid eye contact.
“Yeah, don’t worry about it. Rough night.”
He glanced into her quarters and asked, “Commander Spock is not here with you?”
Right away, he knew he had said something he shouldn’t have. “I just mean, if you are not well, you should have someone with you.”
“Listen, Chekov, he doesn’t need to be bothered with this, all right? I’m fine, really. And it was sweet of you to stop by, but please don’t say anything to Spock, all right?”
Something clicked in Chekov’s mind. Her appearance, the uncomfortable way she moved, and her reluctance to involve others - there was something strangely familiar of it.
And then it hit him.
His cousin Karina.
He had been only twelve years old when it happened, but his mother had not believed in letting him live with his head in the clouds, oblivious to what she referred to as “the real world.”
When Karina was attacked, she did not spare him the details, even though, looking back, it had been completely unfair to Karina.
She had been walking back to university when it happened. It was not quite dark yet, but it was winter, and the sun was low in the sky. No one noticed (or cared) when two boys grabbed her from behind.
They found her the next morning, almost dead of hypothermia, in one of the university’s parking lots. She had been badly beaten and raped and he can still remember visiting her in hospital and how he almost didn’t recognize her because of the swelling and the frostbite.
She had seemed surprised to see him, almost grateful at first, but then her eyes darkened and she begged their grandmother to take him away.
Before his grandmother could respond, he asked if she would play a game of chess with him, since she was the only would who could still beat him.
Again, she looked surprised, but agreed. He climbed onto the bed, careful not to jostle it and cause her any more pain. He set up the game and they played until she became too tired, and he stayed with his hand on her shoulder until she finally fell asleep.
Uhura looked much like Karina had, although it was clear that the level of medical treatment she received was much better than what his cousin had been able to get.
“Chekov? Promise me you won’t say anything, please.” Uhura asked, impatient with his lack of a response.
“Of course - promise. But would you like some soup? I was going to the mess hall before, is no problem to bring you some.”
Uhura looked like she was about to refuse, but surprisingly agreed and Chekov headed down to get her something.
He returned as quickly as he could. He asked to be let in, and quickly added that it was not right to let someone eat alone.
She nodded and let him in, and he noted the way she limped to the table where they sat to eat their meal.
When they finished, he asked if she would like to place chess, but she replied, “No, not today Chekov. Why don’t you see what the others are doing?”
He paused, trying to find the right words in Standard. “I think I know what happened. Is not your fault, though. Some people...just bad people. You cannot help this.”
She stared at him, her face completely unreadable.
“I had a cousin...she...two of her classmates. Well, is easy to guess what happened. Was not her fault either. I think you must tell Spock though. Should...should tell Spock,” he corrected himself. “He is very logical, no? Will understand and will help more than any other person can.”
She looked at him, a sad smile on her face. “Oh, Pavel. You just don’t understand how things really work.”
He certainly could not understand this. “What do you say?”
She looked down at her half-full bowl. “I was drunk. And monogamy is so important to Vulcans. I shouldn’t have been there, doing that, while he was on the ship.”
He’s shocked to say the least. “Lieutenant Uhura, you are very intelligent woman, but that is the most stupid thing ever I have heard you say.”
She seemed shocked that he would be so blunt, so he quickly added, “I understand if you don’t want to tell him, is your choice and no one should force you, is your choice completely. But you have to know this is not your fault. People can be animals - is not your job to control them, should control themselves, yes.”
She nodded, but he was unsure if she actually believed what he said.
“Now - would you like to eat ice cream and watch best Russian movie ever with me?”
“Which movie?”
“Is a classic.”
“Oh?” She raised her eyebrow.
“Yes. Is called Casablanca.”
She bit her lip, and he almost thought she was going to smile. “That’s a Russian movie, ensign?”
“Of course. Is classic.”