My Star Trek One-Shots

Chekov

You looked down at his face. It looked peaceful, like he was sleeping. But you knew he wasn't. He was dead, gone from you and the crew.

You reached out and brushed his cheek. It was soft but cold. Your hand drifted down and rested on Chekov's hand. He had died of pneumonia.

Uhura came up behind you and rested a hand on your shoulder. She looked at you sadly. You let out a cry and turned to her. She wrapped you in her arms and hugged you tightly.

"It'll be alright, I promise. You'll see him one day," whispered Uhura. She gently pet your hair, trying to calm you down.

"I don't think I'll be able to get over it," you said, pulling back and wiping your tears away.

"You will. You have a family here on the Enterprise. We all feel this way. None of us will get entirely over," Uhura said, grabbing your shoulders.

You nodded.

"Thanks," you whispered. You looked back at Chekov's body. You smiled sadly as you brushed some curls out of his face.

"Goodbye." Your voice was barely audible. You and Uhura turned, leaving.