Chekov smiled slightly at the old house in front of him. It wasn't old to the people of the time period, but to him it was ancient and mystic and a thing of beauty. He absently wondered who would be living there as he pulled out his comm. unit.
The Enterprise, due to some odd flux in temporal space or something (Chekov hadn't paid much attention), they were back in the early twenty-first century. Which made for excellent shore leave. He had been one of the first to arrive, his first choice, unlike that of most, being New York, and would now be one of the last to leave, the only other person from the Enterprise still on shore leave being Spock, mostly due to the Captain forcing him down. Chekov wasn't even sure if he wasn't back yet, but he was fully enjoying his time, but he was fully enjoying his time so he didn't particularly care.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. They had roughly a week or so and they needed all personal back on the ship. After one final trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and a walk, he found himself in front of this building, sad to have to leave that time period behind. Chekov had always loved history.
He flipped the comm. open, ignoring the few odd looks he received. He couldn't help the raised eyebrow at the thumbs up and mild smirk he got from a man as he entered the very building he'd been admiring though. Chekov had to admit, it was the black rat pack Fedora that caught his attention. That, and the baby blue eyes. They reminded him of his captain's, in a way.
"Aye Chekov?" Said Scotty's all-too-cheery voice, snapping the young Russian out of his revere.
The Ensign walked to a nearby alley, still near that house. He simply didn't want to get too far away from it, and it wasn't exactly in any ones sight unless they were looking.
"Ready to beam up, Meester Scott." Chekov said. His smile depleted by a few molars as the words came out of his mouth.
"Aye laddie, ready ta beam up." The Scotsman said, and the world dissolved.
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And beam him up Scotty did, though there was a minute… complication.
It seemed like nothing. In normal circumstances, it would have been nothing. Unfortunately for the Enterprise's notoriously bad luck, it wasn't nothing.
There was something, a small subspace signal, that going right through the ship, into a satellite nearby. Scotty either didn't notice because he'd overlooked it, or did and just dubbed it off as the earlier mentioned nothing. Whatever it was though, it messed with the transporter.
Instead of one body landing on the transporter pad, Scotty saw the outline of two.
That wasn't even the complication.
They were both pint sized, about the height of an average five year old, one just a mite taller than the other.
When both figured materialized they dropped into a dead faint at exactly the same moment, bodies thumping against the metal.
Needless to say, Scotty alerted sickbay.