Chapter 20:

"Chekov, you have the conn."

That one sentence is enough to make Chekov's insides jump with joy.

"Aye, Sir!"

This was what Chekov looked forward to everyday he spent on the Enterprise. Forget McCoy – this was way more important to Chekov. No matter what, his job always came first and this was the highlight of it. It used to make Chekov nervous, having so much responsibility, but know he craves it. Having so much control over the ship, singlehandedly directing where it goes, it made Chekov immensely happy.

He took a sort of pride in being so young and at the same time so talented. No one doubted his abilities, especially not Jim, so he received control of the conn quite often. It was like an adrenaline rush, yes, that's exactly how Chekov would describe it. His heart rate picked up and he couldn't help but let a smile spread across his face. Often times Sulu would look over and chuckle at his goofy grin. He just didn't understand how much receiving control meant to Chekov. It was like getting a temporary promotion that he got to receive over and over again.

He would never think of abusing the power having the conn, it never crossed his mind, but it did make him feel stronger. Like he could challenge anyone he wanted to and win. Maybe even the Captain…

Because, secretly, Chekov dreamed of one day being the captain of his own ship. He had a long way to go, needed more maturity and experience, but he could dream. So, maybe having control of the conn was so thrilling to Chekov because it made him feel that much closer to being captain.

McCoy's absolute favorite part of his job was when he was able to save a life.

"He's dead, Jim." McCoy said this way too often for his own comfort, and although it didn't seem like it, he felt terrible when he let a crew member die. Sometimes he would sit up at night thinking what he could've done different.

So, naturally, when he's saved someone's life, he feels amazing. He doesn't feel like the people he saves owe him anything, in fact, it's the exact opposite. He feels like when a crew member, or anyone who happens to be onboard the Enterprise, is sick or injured he owes them something. Doctoring being McCoy's job, he feels he owes it to patients to save their lives. So when he can accomplish this, it's like he has fulfilled his calling.

And he certainly sleeps soundly the next night knowing that another person is alive thanks to him.

Author's note: Sorry this one is so short. It doesn't really have a place in the timeline because it's just a description of Chekov and McCoy and their favorite parts of their jobs. Enjoy :)