i've seen a future that's not grim

[beunbroken]

Who: Elizabeth Comstock, Pavel Chekov
What: Adorable checking-in-on-each-other. Maybe they'll play nurse?
When: March 1st!
Why: because reasons.

After the quick video-message, Elizabeth took very little time getting ready to visit her boyfriend. Boyfriend! That was still a very strange word to use, let alone use as an identifier when it came to Pavel Chekov. All the same, when he'd appeared, bruised and scraped up, something in her heart had tugged, and she knew that there was no place she'd rather be than with him.

Sure, after everything she and Booker had seen in the bottle, she was worse-for-ware mentally, but what was Elizabeth if not capable? Pushing her own problems aside in face of others? Pavel came before her, before the world she would never return to. Either she would remain here, or return with Pavel to his universe. There was no home for her left in Columbia, even less of one than had been there for her before she'd left.

After grabbing a few medical supplies she was sure that Pavel had, and a tin of tea, Elizabeth turned to the shimmering bit of air in her living room. Booker was working, leaving her alone. With a breath, she put her hands into the air, pushing both edges apart, opening a Tear to Pavel's doorstep. Without any hesitation now, she stepped through, closing the Tear behind her, and knocking on his door.

"Pavel! It's me, Elizabeth!"

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[starcharter]

That stops him short. He could lie, tell her that everything is perfectly fine. But he knows what it feels like to have people try to shield him from the truth because they think he couldn't handle it or that it would burden him. He didn't want to do that to Elizabeth.

"They are a little more frequent."

[beunbroken]

"Pasha..." she says softly, reaching a hand out to touch his knee. She'd always had terrible nightmares. But they'd become worse since her own time in the bottle. Booker would still come charging into her bedroom, gun drawn to try to calm her, to remind her that she was safe, and nowhere near Comstock. But Pavel didn't have anyone to do that for him.

"They're nightmares. They can't harm you." It seemed the right thing to say. But she knew it wouldn't make a lick of a difference.

[starcharter]

He places his hand over hers and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

"I know." A slight smile. "If I can't go back to sleep, I will just visit you."

He's teasing. Whatever peaceful sleep Elizabeth gets is precious. Besides, he really doesn't want another stand-off with Booker.

[beunbroken]

He knew, after all, how difficult sleeping for her some nights could be. Nightmares was when the memories started to come back. Where she could recall being experimented on. Tortured. The subconscious was a real jerk.

"You know you're welcome to any time. I don't care what Booker says." She leaned her head against his shoulder. "I like sleeping with you."

[starcharter]

He smiles and wraps an arm around her before resting his head on hers.

"I do too."

But she's not getting away without him worrying over her.

"And you? How are you?"

[beunbroken]

"Good- he's got, ah, another mission, coming up. An escort mission. It should take a week, if you wanted to come over... I think he's expecting you now, so we should be able to avoid... things like that."

Hopefully.

"I'm fine, Pavel. Nothing you need to worry over."