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spacedogfromspaceConspiracy
Fictober22
Chekov hunts for answers. Spock catches him red handed.
Fandom(s): Star Trek TOS
Character(s): Pavel Chekov, Spock, Bones
Tags: Genfic, Ficlet, Being Meta About This Challenge
Rating: Teen+
Content Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 645
Type: Oneshot, Standalone
Collection: Fictober22, or, Pavel Chekov's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Month
Written for Fictober 2022
Day : "What are you doing?"
“What are you doing?”
Chekov jumped out of his skin and screamed, startled by the unexpected voice behind him. He spun around to see Spock standing in the doorway, and wondered briefly how he didn’t hear the door open.
“Mr Chekov,” Spock said, narrowing his eyes in accusation. “What are you doing in Captain Kirk’s quarters?”
Chekov shivered. He knew Spock could see the files he had brought up on the Captain’s computer. He knew Spock was only asking to force Chekov to admit to his crimes. Well, two could play at that game.
“Mr Spock,” Chekov smirked. “What are you doing in Captain Kirk’s quarters?”
Spock's gaze hardened into a glare, and Chekov decided he needed to make an escape. Unfortunately, Spock was blocking the door. But maybe if he was lucky…
Chekov bolted into the bathroom and prayed that the opposite door leading to Spock’s quarters was unlocked. From there he could escape into the corridor, where there was plenty of space to run away, not to mention witnesses if Spock pursued him. He tried to open the door without breaking stride, but he slammed headlong into it.
“No, no, no,” Chekov muttered, hoping he just missed the button that opened the door, and that it was unlocked after all. He pressed the button again, fingers crossed. The door stayed shut. “Shit shit shit,” he hissed, jabbing the button repeatedly. He knew that it was hopeless, but he was at a loss for what else to do. He tensed as he felt a hand suddenly close on the side of his neck. There was a brief stab of pain, and then he lost consciousness.
Spock released Chekov's neck as the unconscious ensign collapsed in a heap on the bathroom floor. He looked down at him for a moment, shaking his head, then turned and went to inspect the Captain’s computer to see what Chekov had discovered.
Chekov had opened his own personnel file, as well as fourteen incident reports, one for each of the previous fourteen days. And a particular correspondence had been opened, too. A very confidential correspondence.
Spock sighed. They would have to be more careful. Chekov was far, far too close to the truth. If Spock hadn’t coincidentally entered Kirk’s quarters in the middle of alpha shift, Chekov not only would have found out everything, but he would have also had the time to do something about it.
They came this far, they couldn’t screw it up now. Spock closed all the open documents on the computer, and made a mental note to tell Kirk to change his passwords. Then he went back into the bathroom, where Chekov still lay in a pile on the floor. Spock knelt down beside him, and his fingers found the meld points on Chekov’s face. He concentrated for a minute.
“Forget,” he whispered, finding the memories of all Chekov had uncovered, and of his encounter with Spock in the Captain's quarters. Then, Spock dragged Chekov out into the corridor - after checking to ensure there would be no witnesses - and locked the door behind them. He pulled Chekov a ways down the hall, before dropping him.
“Spock to sickbay,” he reported into his communicator. “Ensign Chekov has been found unconscious in the D deck corridor.”
“Acknowledged.”
Doctor McCoy and Nurse Chapel appeared on D deck in record time, armed with a gurney and a first aid kit.
“What happened to him?” Doctor McCoy asked Spock, as the two medical officers transferred Chekov onto the gurney.
“I am not sure,” Spock lied. “I merely discovered him in this state. Perhaps just a fainting spell.” He gave Doctor McCoy a pointed look.
Doctor McCoy looked at Spock, then looked down at the bruise forming on Chekov’s neck. He stealthily tugged Chekov’s collar up to conceal it from Nurse Chapel.
“You’re probably right, Spock. Just a fainting spell.”