Amid The Winter's Snow [tag: Chekov]

[Khan Noonien Singh]

Khan had never expected to existence anything real again, only the eternal dreams of his slumbering body while it waited to be awaken once more from his frozen state. He had never imagined that he would awake again. Slowly his pale lids fluttered open, allowing reality to filter into his eyes before he slammed them shut once more. A breathy groan escaped him as he carefully forced his achy body up on his hands and knees. Everything hurt, but he made no issue about it, after all, soon he would heal and the pain would be forgotten. Besides, the pain reminded him that he was alive and awake, free from the clutches of Admiral Marcus and Starfleet. He was free, but the knowledge of that did not soften the blow that his crew were lost to him forever. The ache of his body had changed, transforming into a painful emptiness in his heart that fill him both crushing rage and a grief that spilled streaks of tears down his porcelain white flesh before dripping onto the white ground. That was when he noticed the shade of the ground around him and the cold wetness which had invaded the depths of his black attire. Gently Khan cocked his head to the side curiously as his pale fingers lifted a handful of snow that he swiftly dropped, wiping his hands on the side of his trousers.
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The former tyrant forced himself to his feet while his crystal blue depths about the wintery world around him. “Where am I?” He muttered to himself, trying to see if he could spot anything familiar to his memory, but alas, nothing looked familiar at all. In fact, it looked rather barren save for the snow that blanketed the ground. There was nothing but snow. Khan shivered a little as the realization of his environment finally settled in, he was alone on an icy world. His luck had just gone from bad to worse. He exhaled a sigh as he stalked his way through the thick snow, pulling his silvery colored coat about him. For once he was glad that he had decided to keep the Starfleet uniform they had given him, it helped him to keep warm, though he had to admit to him that he would have liked a much thicker coat. Khan had no idea where he was going or what he hoped to get from walking the long trek through the cold powder-like snow that seemed to be trying to swallow him up. Maybe he was hoping to find civilization or some kind of land formation, which would keep him from enduring another snowfall that he was certain was coming. He definitely didn't like the look of the sky above him, a storm was coming. It seemed like hours before he was finally able to see something on the horizon. It was a huge rock formation that looked as inviting as a phaser being pointed at the chest. However, it was better then nothing and he did need some kind of shelter. He sped up his pace as he tried to run forward, but the thickness of the snow was slowing him down a great deal. That was when he noticed something, this time something that stood out against the white. It was a yellow shirt like the ones Starfleet worn.

[Pavel Chekov]

Sparks flew from the panels of the navigators station. The Enterprise was under fire from an unknown enemy vessel, phaser blasts were being sent back and forth between the two ships to the displeasure of the Enterprise crew. Many of the crew were injured from the battle even with the shields having been up for soon it had weakened as per normal in their more harsher battles. Of the injured crew who remained in their posts, Pavel Chekov the navigator was one of the more badly injured as he sat before his sparking station with a determined look in his young yet old eyes. Determined was the best word to describe the Enterprise crew as they fought diligently against the enemy but how long could they hold up? They didn't know but they'd defend their ship until their dying breathe, even the more cowardly of the crew thought that way. Enterprise was a home and a family that stayed strong together no matter how many fell in the process they'd succeeded for those lost.

The last time the Enterprise had been in a battle like the present one was when they almost lost their captain to death as he sacrificed his life to keep them alive. Honourable were the captain's intentions but none of the crew wished a repeat of it nor did they wish to ever meet the reason their captain had to risk his life. Khan, an indestructible genetically engineered super-human with super human intelligence that was separated from his crew, his family. All that served under captain Kirk during the battle with Khan never forgot what happened that day, Pavel included, no matter where they were on the ship. None of Starfleet forgot what Khan had done for many deaths followed Khan and one of the deaths was that of a beloved retired captain who was the first to lead the Enterprise crew, Christopher Pike. No one forgave Khan for what he did and it was unlikely they ever would; it was with those sentiments that Pavel had no wish to ever meet Khan again. Sadly for Pavel, he may not be so lucky.

Quite suddenly as the fight raged on, something happened causing the youngest navigator in Starfleet history to blank out. The last thing Pavel heard before everything went silent was the captain and Sulu calling out his name. When the brunette next awoke, all he saw was darkness before his eyes fluttered open to find...white. Something white was all that the boy saw which didn't look like the medical bay and there was no sound of Bones complaining about something or other. Nothing made sense until the boy found the something turning red as a warm liquid seemed to slide down from above his temple. He was bleeding and laying on something white, that wasn't making much sense to Pavel.

Slowly lifting himself off the white surface he laid up, a chill passed through his body causing a thought of cold to flicker through his bleeding head. It seemed that the boy found himself somewhere cold and endlessly white while bleeding, it took a moment for Pavel to realize why he was bleeding but nothing else came to him to explain the rest. Carefully, the brunette stood up with a slight wobble from the blood loss before he began walking for a while seemingly ending up nowhere and only becoming more cold.

“An ice planet...” A voice rang out in the silence, he assumed it was his but he was having trouble thinking straight.

Just as the voice rang out, his vision wavered and blurred before it all went black once more. Down the boy fell into the cold snow covered ice.

[Khan Noonien Singh]

Khan crept slowly towards the bright color against the endless white of snow, his keen senses keeping a look-out for any kind of trap. Fortunately for the former tyrant-turned-terrorist, it appeared that it was only a Starfleet officer who had fallen unconscious. Curious, he carefully knelt down on his knees while his crystal blue depths fixed themselves upon the fallen figure. He looked so small and fragile laying there on the cold ground. His long nimble digits gently turned Chekov’s head towards him to get a better look at his face. He was handsome in a rather youthful manner. He reminded Khan a bit like a boy dressing in his father’s clothing, trying to be the adult he wanted so much to be. The yellow shirt made him grimace a little as thought about Captain Kirk, the man who had ended his crew’s lives. Khan thought of leaving the young officer to die in the snow, but it was clear to him that if he did, he would be alone and there was no telling how long he would see other people. Yes, it was selfish, but at least it would give Pavel a chance to live.

With care, he eased one arm under the Ensign back while the other ventured into the bend of the knees. He lifted the small youth quite easily into his lengthy arms, pressing his side firmly against Khan’s front while he let Pavel’s curly head rest against his slightly broad shoulder, not seeming to care that he might be bleeding on him. With Pavel secured in his surprisingly powerful arms, he started to walk once more to the rock formation he had seen on the horizon. It was a slow process with the thickness of the snow and the added weight of the young officer, but Khan was determined to get to his destination. Finally after what seemed like eternity, they reached the rocks that luckily formed a cave that was large enough to house both of them without difficulty. Yes, it would do nicely for now.

He eased the unconscious body of Pavel Chekov down on the ground, making sure to support his head in case he had suffered neck injuries. Then once he was certain that the Ensign’s body was laid out properly, he started to review his wounds. What he found was a bleeding head wound that would need tending to, but there was a problem, he wasn’t in the possession of a first aid kit. He frowned as he considered what to do next, going over the options in his brilliant mind. After a few moments, he set his focus back on Chekov, peeling the yellow top off of him while he made sure to be carefully with his neck. He took hold of the bottom of the Ensign’s black undershirt, ripping some of it off to make several strands of makeshift bandages before he eventually redressed him. Cautiously he started to dress the wound, wrapping the strands about the youth’s head then secured them on the uninjured side. Satisfied with his handiwork, he rose to his feet and stepped just outside the entrance of the cave to clean the blood from his hands. He wondered how long the young officer would be out and if he knew the Captain that had robbed him of what he held most dear in the world.