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"You're going to be fine, Turetsky," Doctor McCoy said, putting the scanner away. "But if I were you, I'd try to keep yourself in a stress-free environment. The last thing I need is a bunch of questions from your old man about this incident."

Anya nodded as she got up from the examination table. For the past hour, Anya had been injected with precautionary hyposprays, scanned and asked a series of questions about how she had felt and what she recalled before, during and after her panic attack. She wanted nothing more than to get out of the medical bay and be with Pavel. Now that she was given the okay to go, Anya quickly made her way towards the doors. The moment she was about to leave, the doors swished open and Pavel entered.

Seeing Anya in front of him, Pavel smiled as he took her hands in his.

"Vhat did Doctor McCoy say?"

Noting the concerned look in his eyes, Anya caressed Pavel's cheeks and whispered, "Don't vorry. I'll be all right."

Then Anya brought her face close to Pavel's. In response, Pavel wrapped his arms around Anya's back and held her against him as he brought her lips to his.

"Good God, you two! This is a medical bay, not a make out lounge!" Doctor McCoy said in an annoyed tone.

Instead of paying attention, however, the two teenagers continued to kiss.

"Hey, are you lovebirds even LISTENING????" Doctor McCoy yelled.

At that sentence, Pavel and Anya immediately separated.

"I don't mind if you want to kiss, but take it somewhere else, PLEASE!!" Doctor McCoy said angrily.

Blushing, Anya and Pavel quickly left the medical bay and went a good distance down the corridors before stopping and looking into each other's eyes.

"Did I tell jou zhat jour eyes are wery beautivul?" Pavel asked.

Anya blushed deeply at this question. No, Pavel had not told her what he thought about her eyes. Then again, no one had, with the exception of her mother. When Anya was little, her mother often dressed her in outfits that were in different shades of blue to bring out her eyes. But ever since she was told about her inherited IQ level (and had been scorned by her older classmates for it), she had resorted to dressing in greys, usually dark ones, so as not to bring more unwanted attention to herself, and hiding the true beauty of her eyes in the process.

"Nyet," Anya said quietly as memories of her past (and her fears about the situation ahead) began to resurface.

Sensing that something was wrong, Pavel held Anya close to him, kissed her left cheek and whispered, "Не бойтесь."

"Как я могу не быть?" Anya asked, a mixture of confusion and fear in her voice.

"Пойдемте со мной," Pavel whispered. "Я возьму вас к четверти, и я останусь с вами, пока вы заснете."

"Cпасибо," Anya said as Pavel wrapped one of his arms around her and gently lead her to the entrance of her quarters. After asking Anya for her access code, Pavel typed it in. Once the door opened, Pavel walked Anya into her quarters. The minute the door closed, Anya and Pavel sat down on the bed and held onto each other.

"Cпасибо," Anya said again.

"За что?"

"За то, что там для меня," Anya said, kissing Pavel's cheeks. "Я люблю тебя."

"Я тоже тебя люблю," Pavel whispered as Anya lay down, still in her uniform. Pavel lay down next to Anya and held her in his arms.

"Я здесь," Pavel said as he brushed a loose strand of hair away from Anya's face. At his touch, Anya smiled and gently kissed Pavel's lips.

As he kissed Anya, Pavel ran his hands through her hair and along her back. The moment his fingertips approached her waistline, however, Pavel stopped and hesitated. He had no experience in being intimate with anyone, and he was not sure about how to continue. In addition, he did not want to do anything that would upset or hurt Anya in any way.

Sensing this, Anya gently placed her hands on Pavel's shoulders, looked into his clear blue eyes, and said, "I know vhy jou stopped."

'Oh great!' Pavel thought to himself. 'She's going to hate me for zhis, I know eet!'

"Don't vorry," Anya said gently. "Ve don't hawe to do anyzhing else. Just hold me."

"Are jou sure?" Pavel asked, a look of concern in his eyes.

"Da," Anya said. "Hold me. Please hold me."

Pavel wrapped his arms around Anya again and brought her close to him as she closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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"You're going to be fine, Turetsky," Doctor McCoy said, putting the scanner away. "But if I were you, I'd try to keep yourself in a stress-free environment. The last thing I need is a bunch of questions from your old man about this incident."

Anya nodded as she got up from the examination table. For the past hour, Anya had been injected with precautionary hyposprays, scanned and asked a series of questions about how she had felt and what she recalled before, during and after her panic attack. She wanted nothing more than to get out of the medical bay and be with Pavel. Now that she was given the okay to go, Anya quickly made her way towards the doors. The moment she was about to leave, the doors swished open and Pavel entered.

Seeing Anya in front of him, Pavel smiled as he took her hands in his.

"Vhat did Doctor McCoy say?"

Noting the concerned look in his eyes, Anya caressed Pavel's cheeks and whispered, "Don't vorry. I'll be all right."

Then Anya brought her face close to Pavel's. In response, Pavel wrapped his arms around Anya's back and held her against him as he brought her lips to his.

"Good God, you two! This is a medical bay, not a make out lounge!" Doctor McCoy said in an annoyed tone.

Instead of paying attention, however, the two teenagers continued to kiss.

"Hey, are you lovebirds even LISTENING????" Doctor McCoy yelled.

At that sentence, Pavel and Anya immediately separated.

"I don't mind if you want to kiss, but take it somewhere else, PLEASE!!" Doctor McCoy said angrily.

Blushing, Anya and Pavel quickly left the medical bay and went a good distance down the corridors before stopping and looking into each other's eyes.

"Did I tell jou zhat jour eyes are wery beautivul?" Pavel asked.

Anya blushed deeply at this question. No, Pavel had not told her what he thought about her eyes. Then again, no one had, with the exception of her mother. When Anya was little, her mother often dressed her in outfits that were in different shades of blue to bring out her eyes. But ever since she was told about her inherited IQ level (and had been scorned by her older classmates for it), she had resorted to dressing in greys, usually dark ones, so as not to bring more unwanted attention to herself, and hiding the true beauty of her eyes in the process.

"Nyet," Anya said quietly as memories of her past (and her fears about the situation ahead) began to resurface.

Sensing that something was wrong, Pavel held Anya close to him, kissed her left cheek and whispered, "Не бойтесь."

"Как я могу не быть?" Anya asked, a mixture of confusion and fear in her voice.

"Пойдемте со мной," Pavel whispered. "Я возьму вас к четверти, и я останусь с вами, пока вы заснете."

"Cпасибо," Anya said as Pavel wrapped one of his arms around her and gently lead her to the entrance of her quarters. After asking Anya for her access code, Pavel typed it in. Once the door opened, Pavel walked Anya into her quarters. The minute the door closed, Anya and Pavel sat down on the bed and held onto each other.

"Cпасибо," Anya said again.

"За что?"

"За то, что там для меня," Anya said, kissing Pavel's cheeks. "Я люблю тебя."

"Я тоже тебя люблю," Pavel whispered as Anya lay down, still in her uniform. Pavel lay down next to Anya and held her in his arms.

"Я здесь," Pavel said as he brushed a loose strand of hair away from Anya's face. At his touch, Anya smiled and gently kissed Pavel's lips.

As he kissed Anya, Pavel ran his hands through her hair and along her back. The moment his fingertips approached her waistline, however, Pavel stopped and hesitated. He had no experience in being intimate with anyone, and he was not sure about how to continue. In addition, he did not want to do anything that would upset or hurt Anya in any way.

Sensing this, Anya gently placed her hands on Pavel's shoulders, looked into his clear blue eyes, and said, "I know vhy jou stopped."

'Oh great!' Pavel thought to himself. 'She's going to hate me for zhis, I know eet!'

"Don't vorry," Anya said gently. "Ve don't hawe to do anyzhing else. Just hold me."

"Are jou sure?" Pavel asked, a look of concern in his eyes.

"Da," Anya said. "Hold me. Please hold me."

Pavel wrapped his arms around Anya again and brought her close to him as she closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.