Absolutely Not

THIS IS THE FIRST PART TO I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY CHAPTERS.

This is my first time writing a fandom, so any critique is appreciated.

**UPDATED** After reading the review from ExileFromLife, which made me laugh, I made the appropriate edits. Usually I am too lazy to use capital letters (to be honest), but if you want them so much then here they are. I also edited a bit of the content.

""No. No, absolutely not."

"But doctor, I'm frightened!"

"Dammit Ensign, you aren't a child anymore! Go deal with it yourself."

"Please?"

Goddammit this was ridiculous. He was a doctor not a babysitter. When did it become his job to make sure Chekov wasn't freaked out over some stupid nightmare? And second of all, why the hell would he come to Mccoy? If anything, he felt like he should be the last one the ensign should turn to for these things. But having Chekov stand outside of Bones' room with that almost pathetically adorable look of loss was enough to pass even the gruff stubbornness of his.

"Fine, fine; but only for a little while then back to your own quarters."

Bones sighed and started back into the room, rubbing his tired eyes before taking a seat at the kitchen table with the sound of the Ensign's pattering bare feet following him. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see on an old fashion earth analog clock he had placed on the counter that it was nearly two in the morning. He let out another exhausted sigh before turning his attention to the slightly shivering mess before him.

"Cold?" Bones asked gruffly.

"No. Just scared."

Mccoy merely grunted in reply, his hands folded in front of him on the table while Chekov sat with his knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped around himself snugly. For a few moments there was only an awkward silence, then Bones got up and started making some coffee.

"If we are going to have to stay up all damned night, we might as well have coffee." Bones grumbled, turning to sit back at the table once he had finished preparing everything. Chekov still wore a worried expression, though not as anxious as before. He was beginning to calm down, thank the lord.

"Do you hate me?" Chekov murmured sheepishly, eyes on the table.

Bones narrowed his eyes before answering. "That question certainly came out of nowhere."

"Do you?" Chekov raised his head a little, his eyes looking up at bones almost curiously. He wasn't shivering anymore, and in fact, he didn't look the same sort of scared that he used to. If anything, he just looked confused and worried.

"No reason to," Bones replied after careful observation and then sipped his coffee. "No, I don't hate you. What made you ask anyway?"

Chekov brightened significantly at the older man's words, shifting to sit up straight with his legs crossed on the seat. He certainly couldn't keep still if his life depended on it. "I don't know. You do not like many people, yes?"

"I guess not." Bones answered with a shrug. He really did not feel like having a conversation right now, but maybe distracting the Ensign from being so flustered like he was before would make this end quicker so bones could be rid of him.

"I am glad you like me, then." Chekov said with a wide smile, finally reaching forward to get his drink then take a sip.

"I didn't say that," Bones added without really thinking it through. He regretted his bitter additive almost instantly for the reaction he got. The grin fell immediately off Chekov's face, and looked truly hurt.

"You... do not like me?" His voice was tiny, almost a whisper. He looked so adorably innocent, so completely burned by this. His soft eyes were wide and shining in the dim light, his curls tousled from a disturbed sleep.

Goddammit.

"No, no, no," Bones said quickly. Chekov looked even more horrified then. Time to clarify. "Sure I like you, sure." he hurried to add. He wasn't sure why he cared if he hurt the young man's feelings, but he could not take that look of deject.

Chekov, once again, instantaneously lit up happily. Bones had seriously never seen such pearly white teeth. Maybe it was the rosiness in the Ensign's cheeks, or the gorgeous blue of his eyes...

...What the hell was his mind going on about? Bones quickly turned his attentions back to the problem before him: getting rid of Chekov.

"What the hell do you want from me anyway? Why did you come here? You don't seem scared at all!" Bones sounded pretty irritated now, but mostly with himself.

"You make me feel better," Chekov's eyes blinked a couple times in surprise, shifting uncomfortable under the harshness of the doctor's glare. He wasn't smiling anymore, but he seemed mostly content. "I want you to make me feel good." he added simply.

Bones made a face at those words. How the hell did Bones make anyone feel better? Oh right. The whole doctor thing. But besides that, Chekov's statement was completely ridiculous to Mccoy.

"That is just damned preposterous, kid. Now take your coffee and leave. I need some sleep." He was really getting tired of this. Bones stood up and started to walk off back to his bedroom before being stopped by a smooth hand on his cheek. For a second there was only stunned stillness. Chekov has stood up, followed him to the doorway of the bedroom and now held the rough face in his hand. There was a smile on his young face that held anything but innocence, if anything there was deviousness. Neither of them moved for a long moment, but then the silence ended when Chekov leaned over to place a kiss on the opposite of Bones' cheeks. His soft lips stayed there for a moment, then moved away.

"Thank you for making me feel better, doctor." Chekov whispered in Bones' ear. What Mccoy now came to realize through his flabbergasted head was that the younger man was slightly wrapped around him. His hips were pressing just slightly against Bones' thigh and the Ensign's other arm was wrapped lightly around the doctor's neck. Bones was to dazed stupid to do more then stare down at Chekov with wide eyes.

After letting his hand run down from the slightly stubbly cheek to his neck, then a strong bare chest decorated with curling brown hairs, Chekov moved away and walked out of the quarters leaving the older man dumbfounded.

"...Goddammit," Bones muttered after an extremely long moment of processing that that did indeed just happen again. This was the second time that Chekov had decided to mess with his head and Bones had just had enough of it.