You were so tired. Three shifts at sickbay in a row and now you are called to the Bridge to receive and return some reports. Great.

You yawn and blink several times as you waited for the lift. You let your muscle memory take you to the Bridge, not really paying attention to your surroundings. You are welcomed onto the Bridge by smiles of some of the crew who noticed you. You gave them small smiles and nods, heading right for the Captain. He was in the middle of a conversation with Commander Spock. You respectfully stood off to the side, doing your best to stifle a yawn. 

You didn't notice Ensign Chekov sending you a few worried glances. He thought about giving you his seat since he wasn't doing anything and he could have sworn you were swaying on your feet.  Chekov turned to see if the Captain and Commander were about done, catching the Vulcan's eye, nodding discreetly to your tired form. Despite your best efforts in hiding it, it was quite obvious you were half asleep. Spock nodded to Chekov and brought you to the attention of the Captain.

Captain Kirk turned in his chair and stood when he saw you, taking a few PADDs from his chair armrest. "Ah, (L/n), I am sure Bones has been waiting for these."

You stand to attention and blink several times. "Thank you, sir." You nodded and turned to leave but you misjudged your footing and tripped. You reached out to stop your fall but a pair of arms reached out and grabbed you, keeping you up. You turned to be greeted by the kind eyes and smiling face of the Russian Ensign. You blushed and sent him a small smile.

"Are you alright?" He asked you kindly, keeping his voice down to not draw attention despite being at the front of the room.

You felt yourself blush harder, you look down and straighten your blue dress. "Yes, I am. Thank you for catching me, I guess I wasn't paying attention." You nervously laugh at yourself, tucking a free strand of hair behind your ear.

"No problem. Maybe as the doctor to give you a moment to rest. You don't look so good."

You looked up at Chekov, a lopsided smile pulling at your lips. "My goodness Chekov, I know we are friends but I didn;t think we knew each other well enough to make fun of our appearance." You laugh again at his apparent embarrassment at what he said.

"Oh no, no, that's not what I meant." He whispered a few Russian words, "I just meant that you looked tired. Your hair and body do look nice." He tried to save himself at the end but you let out a fit of giggles at his comment.

Chekov closed his eyes and whispered some Russian words again. You smiled and placed a hand on his chest, giving him a friendly pat. "It's alright Ensign, I wouldn't expect you to think clearly with hair like that." You wink at him and turn to leave, making sure to watch where you were stepping.

Once you left the Bridge, Chekov sat down in his chair with a humph. He heard chuckling and looked to his left finding Sulu smirking as he tried to look busy. "'Your hair and body do look nice'." The pilot mimicked the young officer. Chekov rolled his eyes and told him to back off in Russian causing Sulu to laugh even harder, raising his hands up in surrender. "Hey man, just be lucky she took it so well. Maybe you will run into later and tell her what a nice walk she has."

Chekov blushed. He hoped he didn't look like he was gawking when you left.

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You had dropped off the PADDs to Doctor McCoy but didn't feel like you needed to ask for some time off to rest. He didn't say anything about how you were acting so you took that as a sign that you got over your drowsiness. Later that evening, you found yourself walking down one of the many halls on your way the cafeteria to get your first meal of the day. You were always so busy that you are only able to get one meal in, maybe two.

You turned the corner but wasn't paying attention. You let out a yelp of surprise as you bumped into a really good smelling chest, bouncing you backward. A pair if hands clasped your shoulders to prevent you from falling, again.

"So I take it you didn't take that rest I suggested." The heavily accented voice laughed lightly above you.

You winced and looked up with an apologetic smile. "Hey there Chekov. Yeah, I was feeling better so I figured I would just stick it out until after I get something to eat."

Chekov gave you a worried nod but didn't let go of your shoulders. "Are you sure you can't just have something brought to your room? You are as white as a sheet!" He exclaimed as he held your shoulders a bit tighter.

Now that he mentioned it, you were feeling a bit weak. You blinked hard and brought your hand to your head. Suddenly you were extremely dizzy and you were starting to lose feeling in your hands and legs. "Yeah, uh...I think I just need..." You couldn't finish your sentence before darkness started to take over your vision. You leaned forward, welcoming the embrace you found yourself in. You lean your head gainst Chekov's chest, reaching up to place your hand on his chest.

"I think something is wrong."

And with that, you went limp. Chekov was quick and picked you up bridal style, heading for the Med-bay. He looked down at you and set his lips to a grim line, really wishing you had listened to him. He entered sickbay and called for Doctor McCoy. The southern officer exited his office at the call of his name, his eyes widening in surprise at seeing you, one of his best nurses, limp in the Russian kid's arms.

"My God, Chekov what happened to her?"

"She fainted, sir. She wasn't looking so good this morning and I told her to rest but when I ran into her just now, she paled and I had to catch her." Chekov gently placed you on a ready bio-bed, making sure you were comfortable.

"I told her she was working too hard. Do you know if she has eaten at all today?" Bones got to work scanning her and checking her vitals. Chekov noticed you were cold to the touch as well as shaking a bit. He grabbed a blanket and placed it over you, looking down at your face.

"I am pretty sure she was on her way to the cafeteria when we literally bumped into each other. But I wouldn't be surprised if that was her first meal of the day." He reached down to move hair from your face, his other hand absentmindedly taking your limp one warmly in his.

Bones nodded and turned to grab a few hypo shots. "Yeah, it looks like she is extremely dehydrated. Thanks for bringing her in here. She's a bit stubborn if you hadn't noticed." The doctor grumbled as he gave her the hypos and checked her vitals again. "You are welcome to go now Mr. Chekov, she will need to rest for a little bit."

Chekov shook his head as he pulled up a stool he saw off to the side. "I think I will stay here if you don't mind."

Bones absentmindedly nodded, leaving as he mumbled under his breath about taking care of something for the pointed-eared Vulcan.

Chekov smirked but then turned to you, watching your peaceful face as you slowly started to regain color. It wasn't long until your eyes lids started fluttering and your glittering (e/c) eyes caught his green ones. He smiled and leaned forward a bit.

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

You blinked and looked around, groaning inwardly when you noticed where you were. "I feel like I got hit by a truck. But I'm not as tired. I am thirsty tho."

Chekov smiled and nodded, standing to get you a glass of water, but you gripped his hand still holding yours. "Wait." He turned and sat back down, his eyebrows knit with question. "I want to apologize for not taking your advice and for causing you to carry me here." You feel your cheeks dust with a blush.

The Russian Ensign smiled wide and shook his head. "I don't mind. I'm just glad I was there to help you when it happened." He gave your hand a squeeze before standing to grab you that glass of water.

You watched him go, a soft smile growing on your lips. He is honestly the sweetest guy. Shame you don't know him extremely well, but you did think you were friends at least. He makes his way back with a nice cold glass of water, helps you sit up and take a few sips. He sets the glass down and unknowingly takes your hand again in his. You look at your entwined hands and then at his face. Shame indeed.

Chekov looks at you then notices what you were looking at. Sheepishly he gently detaches your hands, a blush covering his cheeks as he looked anywhere but at you. "Sorry. I didn't know..." he mumbles as he glances at you with an apologetic smile.

You let out a small laugh and reached out to take his hand, loving how they fit together perfectly. "I don't mind." You repeated his statement earlier.

He smiles and relaxed again, rubbing his thumb over your fingers. "I was thinking, maybe, after you feel a bit better I could join you for lunch or something. If you want to." He sends you a small smile.

You don't have to think before you nodded, giving his hand a squeeze. "I would like that very much."

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