My Star Trek One-Shots

Chekov

You were at your apartment in San Francisco. You were initially from Australia. You worked as a teacher at Starfleet Academy. You had worked on the Enterprise, but after a very serious injury to your leg, you had become a teacher, teaching sciences.

You had met Chekov on the Enterprise and you started dating. You were really close to Chekov. You never spent a day without him and you never got tired of him.

After your injury, you said goodbye to your crew and went to San Francisco. You had taught for three years before you longed to go home to Australia. You missed it more than anything.

Chekov came in second. Of course, you missed your curly haired Russian. He would be gone for five years and you felt lonely. You had many friends, but not of them filled the heart that Australia or Chekov could fill.

So, after three years of teaching, you moved back to Australia and got a job at a police station. It was great, at first. You were surrounded by friends and family.

You waited. You'd wait for any messages or anything from Chekov. You were sure that Chekov would send something. Anything. But when you got something, it wasn't the best news.

Chekov was gravely injured. He had almost gotten himself killed when the Enterprise got attacked. The ship almost got destroyed but had managed to get away safely.

But Chekov almost got killed. The doctors weren't sure if he would make it. They didn't tell you what was wrong with him, but from the context of the message, he wasn't good.

It was six months before Chekov came home. You immediately went to see him in San Francisco. He was so much better than before.

And it was great to see him again. He was so happy when you got there. You spent most of the day with him, catching up and just talking. It was great.