Chapter 2: No Show
Grass, there was a lot of grass. Firing. Someone was down, he was screaming; he was in excruciating pain. Light, too bright, his eyes were burning. And then all of a sudden the fallen man was… him. The agonizing pain started to materialize on his shoulder…and his leg. He’d been shot, he was down.
There was grass, lots of grass and too bright light. He wanted to scream, but his voice wouldn’t come, he couldn’t move. He used all his strength to yell or move. Paralyzed with pain, he shouted in his mind, “HELP!”, but he couldn’t find his voice. Using all his strength, his chest
Chapter 1: "Get Sherlock"
I see you
Walking through a dream
I see you
My light in darkness breathing hope of new life
Now I live through you and you through me,
Enchanting
I pray in my heart that this dream never ends
I see me through your eyes
- Leona Lewis
How could Lestrade be so ridiculous?!
Sherlock stormed out of the museum, murmuring this under his breath, Lestrade followed behind.
‘Look, now no need to get all sulky about it.’
Keeping his eyes on the road, searching for a cab Sherlock replied, ‘I was in the middle of an important experiment.’ He said through gritted teeth.
‘Does it include k
Goodnight (Chekov x Reader) 4 by hewasnumber1, literature
Literature
Goodnight (Chekov x Reader) 4
Chekov woke up, his whole back and both of his legs aching from how he curled up on his chair—, which was by no means comfortable—to his alarm clock’s annoying buzzing. Last night after you had fallen asleep, he convinced Sulu to give him the paperwork he was supposed to do for you. Chekov had stayed up a few hours later than he was used to, but the work was done, except for where you needed to sign. He stood up and stopped the alarm, stretching afterwards. He heard a few popping noises from his back and shoulders. When he glanced at you, you were still sound asleep.
Chekov laughed when he heard you snore loudly.
Star Trek - Chekov's Day Off by Kellatrix, literature
Literature
Star Trek - Chekov's Day Off
Pavel Chekov was bored beyond all recognition. They were on their way back to Starfleet Command, with no missions, no visitors, no one that needed security, and no one that had any free time on their hands. He had already checked with most of the other officers, and not one of them could spare a chat, or a game of three-dimensional chess, or even a sparring match. But try as he might, no one seemed to want to spend any time with him, which was making him more than a little gloomy.
"Hikaru?" He poked his head inside of his best friend's quarters. He knew that the helmsman would be upset with him for breaking in for the third time that week, b
Chekov's O - Arm Wrestling by Luigiluva11, literature
Literature
Chekov's O - Arm Wrestling
Kirk was happily holding an 'Arm wrestle against the Captain' competition. Most people didn't bother with it, but a few did.
Kirk was trying to beat everyone that tried to prove he was a great Captain but a few people won here and there.
McCoy didn't win, which made Kirk laugh his ass off at him, having a cursing and muttering pissed off McCoy stomp off back to his Medical Bay, shouting about getting a hypo.
Which made Kirk shut up.
What made pretty much everyone who was in the cafeteria (where the contest was being held) pee their pants, was that Spock went up to the Captain, and took a seat at the table.
"Hi Spock." Kirk
Chekov was a smart smart boy.
Yes, a boy, because he wasn't even eighteen years old yet. (And don't get me started about how more than half of the whole entire crew of the Enterprise was sad about THAT )
He had become a Commander before even the age of eighteen, gotten aboard the best and most well known Star Fleet Vessel, and even helped save the world for that matter.
So when some sort of weird thing was flickering between Kirk and Spock, it wasn't big news to know that he was the first to see it.
Obviously, McCoy didn't miss out on it either, but seeing as he was down in Medical Bay while Chekov was actually on the bri