Disclaimer- I do not own any of the Star Trek characters except for Iryne-My own creation. Not to be confused with IRENA.

No escalator would be fast enough, no shuttlecraft or warpspeed could get her to that docking station fast enough. It was as if her feet were almost detached from her body because they were carrying her so fast down the corridor.

After pushing past a crowd of new cadets who were content to not move out of her way she saw it- The grand White flagship of the federation. The USS Enterprise was slowly maneuvering into its designated docking port. Her eyes immediatly scanned the damage the ship had taken, the inauspicious Black area's of the ship telling their own story of Photon torpedos and phaser fire for another ship, most likely Klingon. She watched the Enterprise's slow movement and began to wonder if it would ever become attached to the port. Every second that passed seemed like a year to her. Another thought crossed her mind..a thought she could do without. Would he be alive? she asked herself. She felt tears welling up behind her Emerald Green eyes, but she held them back as there was really no use to cry yet.

"USS Enterprise now docked." came the automated announcement. The young woman stood up a bit to quick from her chair. Her mind was on one thing and one thing only- being in his arms again. She pushed her way to the front row and watched as the crew disembarked. She saw the look on Captain Kirk's face and she began to wonder who had passed on during this trip. Young Ensigns were the hardest to lose..as their life had just begun. She was lost in that thought. Her eyes locked immediatly on the man that began to descend the staircase..his Red unform contrasting in the light of the station. She let her feet carry herself to him, being quickly swept into the arms of her protector and her lover.

"Ded you...miss me Iryne?" came his tender voice. The voice she had missed while he was away. The feeling of his arms around her was an experience she would not soon part with.

"Of course....ey ded....." came her own affectionate voice, laced heavily with a Russian accent, much like his. "Ey lowe you Pavel Chekov..." was her last sentiment before their lips touched in a moment she had been looking forward to for weeks. It certainly had been a long time coming.
Lost in the arms of Pavel Chekov was where she would be..for the time being anyhow.

But she didn't mind...