April 02, 2241 was a day the Chekov's would cherish forever. It was the day their little boy entered the world. Pavel had been born in the city of St. Petersburg, Russia. The first few years of his childhood were very enjoyable. His mother doted on him as did his father. He was much like any other young child, albeit he showed signs of his soon to be great intelligence even as an infant, though in small ways such as saying his first words earlier than normal (same went for crawling and walking).

The older he got the more he wanted to learn. Both of his parents were unsure of how to satisfy his need for learning as neither of them were above the average IQ. It wasn't even that as much of the fact that he was so young. So this was how he was able to get his first telescope at the age of six. Before then he had been obsessed with the earth he lived on, but then that obsession grew to aliens and other, new worlds. He even made a life plan on how he would one day become a captain of his very own starship. The down side of this age was that the bullying started with kids mocking him for how smart he was. The fact that he was a few years younger than them only fueled to their hate.

The next major event in his life came at the age of ten when his mother passed away. She had always been a frail woman, but she had weakened ever since his birth. She passed away holding his hand a month after his birthday. Pavel had always been an emotional child, but for a long time after that he became cold. Her dying words had always been his motivation to go forward with his dreams. 'Go forth, my little Pasha, go forth and do great things.' He eventually had them engraved on a small stone slab which he kept on his bedside table.

For two solid years Pavel poured himself into his studies and blocked out the outside world. At first his father had tried to reach out to him, but he eventually gave up on the boy and grew just as distant. There was one person who was concerned about Pavel, though, and that was the school counselor, Alexander Dedov. Alexander one day had took Pavel aside and told him that he needed a way to vent his emotions. Seeing as the young boy had a wiry build he recommended running. At first He had dismissed the idea, but then he remembered what his mother had told him and realized that he would get nowhere like this. He started running. The more he ran, the more his personality returned. The biggest downside to that being the bullying once again began to effect him.

The more he was bullied, the more he ran. It wasn't long before he was running at least three miles a day. Three grew to four, and four to five, five to seven, and seven to how long he could run before his legs gave out. Alexander soon became his closest confidant about his problems. There wasn't much they could do about the bullying as the school system was rigged just as it was with most schools. Even so, Alexander offered what emotional support he could.

Even as Pavel returned to himself, his father never did. He remained just as distant as before. It was that which hurt Pavel the most. It showed him that even those who loved you the most could turn on you. So he ran and studied more in the hopes to impress his father enough to give him some sort of attention. It was futile and Chekov spent his remaining year of school at the age of thirteen just as depressed as before.

The end of his last year in grade school showed him to be the top of the class as well as the youngest by at least three to four years. It also brought and end to most of the bullying. His relief was greater than what he thought it could be. Now with his summer free to do as he pleased, Chekov began to run even more than before. He was able to hit marathon lengths now due to his extensive practicing. Though, those distances didn't come until more towed the end of his summer. Another upside to his summer was that Alexander stayed in touch with the young genius. It was he who recommended that he apply for star fleet. He also hinted that he should head for navigation. At first Pavel wondered why not captaincy, but the more he thought about the more he reused that his skill set was most beneficial to where Alexander said. He agreed and together they worked on his application.

He received a reply a month later that stated he was accepted. Alexander and his wife threw a small party for the boy. It was at the party where he received a gift from them. It was a kitten. She had bright blue eyes and a dark tabby pelt. It was a dark grey with barely noticeable black stripes. He fell in love immediately. When he asked them why they were giving him the cat Alexander told him that she was there for emotional support when he wasn't there. For the first time in four years he cried. He cried for everything he lost, everything he had gained, and for everything the Dedov's had done for him. The couple said nothing, but held him tight until he was done crying. The next day it was time for him to leave. Pavel had silently packed up all of his belongings in the middle of the night. He left nothing behind except for a note on his bed explaining what had happened to his father. Alexander and Diana (the wife) drove him to the station where he was supposed to be transported to Star Fleet academy. It was the last time he saw them in person.

Star Fleet Academy was a whole new world for the Russian. It was hot, humid, and beautiful. Everywhere he looked there was different species which he had only read about before. Per request and suggestion, Pavel was given a single bed dorm to avoid conflict with fellow students. He was only fourteen while most where either in their twenties or higher. The first thing Pavel did after settling in was to find a shop where he could get his mother's last words engraved. His room finally looked complete with that light gray slab sitting on his desk by his bed.

The years here went by more or less the same as they did in Russia. He was still at the top of his class, he still ran, and he was still bullied. If it weren't for his cat - which he named Lucy (the first name he had heard in America)- he would have slipped back into his depression that he suffered in Russia. It nearly happened when he received a message from his father early in his first year telling him never to return. He was confused at first, still holding onto that love a child has for their parents. He thought his father might have cared, but he knew that it was foolish to do so. Foolish it might have been, but he was still just fourteen.

During his time at the academy he completed the required four years in three, was at the too of his field of study, and he was also the youngest student to ever win a marathon. He had also been bullied a total of 598 times. Every year he aged the more he avoided talking to those in his class in hopes to lessen the attacks, but his grades and age still made him stand out. Then he graduated and the Romulans happened.

Then everyone was being sent out in response to an attack on Vulcan. He had been assigned to the newest ship, the Enterprise. For a brief moment he felt nothing but pride in the fact that he had been selected to work on the newest ship. Not only that, but he was on alpha shift! Though, he had little time to celebrate before he was moving into a room with a Hikaru Sulu. At first he had been afraid to room with a former student of his year, but his worries were for naught as he became good friends with the pilot.

That entire mission had been a rush for Pavel. He could practically feel the doubt being directed at him. He was the youngest member on the crew, heck, he was the youngest member to graduate being only seventeen. Yet he proved himself when he saved Kirk and Sulu. He had been able to work faster than the computer when typing in the coords for the transporter beam. He had received many congratulations for that, but he could tell that some still did not believe in him. After he lost Amanda he began to lose faith in himself as well. The rest of the mission was a blur for him. His main thought being that he had killed Spock's mother. He had let her die. In the end it had been his new roommate who had soothed his worries. Their friendship grew from there, which Pavel was entirely grateful for.

After the mission was over Pavel began to follow Spock and Scotty around on his free time when he wasn't running or doing other things. He was interested in both of their fields and was eager to learn more. Both Spock and Scotty had respectively showed him new and interesting things. Though, it was Scotty he tended to hang around more. Scotty and the ship. He also began to go on morning runs around the ship which he had been neglecting due to all the action. Another thing he noticed was that some of the crew were less than friendly towards the genius kid. The bullying was far less direct, but still there. It was a fact he had been able to keep from the friends he was actual making.

Pavel had fallen into a normal daily routine until Kahn happened. One moment he was the head navigator, next moment he was promoted to lieutenant and head of engineering. No longer was he a gold shirt, but a red shirt. At first he had been hesitant to assert his authority, but he soon realized that it would be necessary if he wished to accomplish anything. So he did, then everything went wrong and kept on going wrong. For all his intellect he had failed, he did something wrong. Or so he thought until he learned the truth. Once again the events were a blur of action and fear. The next thing he knew his hands were holding onto his captain's as he and Scotty dangled over a long drop. Then he pulled them up again, rush, and he was beaming Uhura down on hopes of saving the captain.

A year later and they were on a five year mission, the captain brought back to life, and he was back where he belonged. The navigating whiz kid ensign.