Hello everyone, this is just a little story that I thought of as I was watching Star Trek for the tenth time. It kind of is logical to say that Chekov needs to have a little love in his life and I am pretty sure that he can't be the only wiz-kid out there. That is where my oc comes in.

Anyways, I let you read my story before I ruin it and tell you everything that will happen and everything.

*I do not own Star Trek or any of it's characters. I am not making money off of this, I am just writing this for the heck of it.*

Prologue

Fear ran threw her as thick as honey. She knew she was in for it now. Really, she hadn't done anything to earn this, but she didn't need to. She was always in for it in a few people's books. Just her being herself was enough to set some people off. It really wasn't fair, just because she just happened to be a genius, that seemed to make it ok for some people to physically and emotional beat her. Guys normally hit her and girls often made the world hate her, or at least feel that way. Of course, not everyone hated her, just most people. SHe had always been told that they were just all jealous of her but that didn't make it any better.

As the first blow connected with her shoulder and let out a muffled cry of pain. 'So much for being a gentleman,' she thought wincing from the next blow. These ensigns were surely not comporting themselves like gentlemen. A gentleman would never hit a lady, or even stand there and watch her get beat up.

The blows came like clockwork, every thirteen point six seconds a blow would hit a different part of her forcing her to wince noticeably. She heard the chuckles coming from the cowards that just came to watch. She wished that she was stronger or a better fighter, then at least she might be able to fight back to a certain degree.

When a blow hit the left side of her rib cage, she felt bone braking and she let herself go limp and slide to the floor. The laughter and the insults grow louder and some of the guys even dared to whisper very inappropriate things in her ears. Apparently they all wanted to do the same general thing, force themselves on her. She shuddered at the thought and groaned in pain.

She felt one of the older ensigns, Charlie Davidson his name, grab her arm and start to pull her towards her. She started to shiver and fought back rather feebly. This only earned a few chuckles and tisk-tisks.

Suddenly a low, commanding voice rang threw the hall. "Ensigns, step away from the girl," it commanded.

She heard the boys reluctantly stand up to hurry away from her, the more cowardly ones just running away and the braver ones standing there defiantly.

In her pain, she could hardly see who it was that had saved her but she thought that she had heard that voice before. She knew he was someone important because she had heard him over the intercom. She felt terrible that she couldn't realised who it was right this instant.

"Ensign Davidson, Ensign Smith, care to explain what is going on?" the voice asked again.

He sounded closer now, that was good. She felt slightly safer but the pain in her side was starting to become more and more prominent.

"Well?"The voice asked after it receiving no answer.

There was still no answer from the boys. Didn't they conclude that it would be better if they just told the truth instead of staying silent or lying? They knew that fo once they would actuay hve to pay for wha they did. It wasn't as if Felcity could just not tell on them, now that they were caught, she would have to tell the truth about everything that they had ddone to her this time... and in the past. She shuddered at what people would think once they knew what they had managed to force her to do without her letting a soul know. Of course teling anyone had not been an option, they often told her that if she chose to tell that they would kill her befoe they did too much damage to their image.

"So you are both choosing silence over the truth. Well then I will have to inform the captain of your actions and he will decided what punishment you will receive for participating in this.... unethical and crude beating of an innocent girl. I hope you are both truly ashamed of your actions. Ensigns dismissed," the voice said with a hint of disgust and anger hidden behind a cool and calm exterior.

Suddenly she felt as if she had an idea of who had saved her. She attempted to clear her vision but to no avail. Her eyes grew more and more unfocused as she heard footsteps approaching her. Her eyes grew tired and longed to fall shut. She fought hard to keep them open fearing that if she closed them, that they would never open again.

"Ensign Le Fievre, stay with me. I am Commander Spock, the first officer of this ship. Those boys are gone now, you are safe," he said in the same calm and cool voice he had used with the boys but there were hints of worry and comfort strung in there. "I am going to take you to the Sickbay for medical attention."

Fighting off the darkness that wanted to overcome her was proving to be harder then she had thought it would be. A muttered, informal "Zank-you" was all that got out before she lost the battle and was over taken by darkness.

She heard a soft say in her semi-conscious state and felt hands pick up her small frame and start to carry her off towards Sickbay.

That wasn't near as bad as I was sure it would be. :)

On top of that, I rewrote the chapter because I just realised how terrible it was. I can easily blame many things but I won't. I'll just say that this chapter is fixed and a hell of a lot better than before.

If you are interested in me writing more, maybe you should leave me a little review. Please don't tell me about how much you hate this story.