AN: "What is this"? you ask? Well, to be quite honest - I don't know. I just thought of a really absurd situation and put Chekov in it. I have the first few chapters done so their won't really be any wait for it to get good. Tell me if I mess anything up. While I'm an avid Star Trek fan, I have not seen the reboots too many times and may forget things. Also, this is my first time writing for the reboots and I am very used to writing in TOS!verse. The canon characterization is slightly different from each other. If it gets OOC please tell me and I will work on it.

Some information that will be needed but not exactly stated: This takes place in late 2259 - the beginning of the five year mission. Chekov would be 18 years old. That's pretty much it.


Little Ensign Chekov was sat at his station, his mind elsewhere. The bridge was quiet that day and no one (except, obviously, Mr. Spock) was paying full attention to their job. It was the type of day when the hours passed slowly from lack of action that the crew was so familiar with. All topics of conversation had been exhausted soon after their shift started and now everyone waited to either leave or see something exciting.

Chekov wondered about when the next time they would see a new planet would be. He hoped it was soon. Or at least that their upcoming home leave would come quickly. He wished desperately to be off the ship and breathing in something else besides artificial atmosphere and feeling natural Earth elements - like snow. It would be snowing in Russia (of course, it always snowed in Russia) when they arrived as the winter began. It wasn't as though he hated his job - he loved it and wouldn't give it up for anything. But one person could only take so much of a starship at once.

"Chekov."

He snapped out of his reverie and turned to Sulu. "Yes?"

"Did you see the new ensign in sciences?" Sulu asked with a smile.

"Ze small blonde?" Sulu nodded. "Vhat about her?"

"She's cute, don't you think?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Chekov knew where he was going with it. "I did not really notice," he said with a shrug. This was untrue, Chekov was nearly drooling when he first saw her.

"I think you should maybe ask her out. You two would be right for each other."

Chekov sighed. "Do you remember ze last time you set me up vith someone?"

Sulu had opened his mouth to retort but was cut of by Jim.

"Gentlemen," he said. "Starfleet condemns relationships between crew members, and while I personally won't stop anything, please talk about it on your own time."

Chekov had been relieved when he made that announcement. The last thing he needed was to be paired up with someone by his friends. It always ended with one awkward date or the girl was actually a lot different after her first impression or they had a short relationship (which never truly led to heartbreak but everyone gave Chekov their condolences). While he appreciated that everyone, especially Sulu, was just trying to make him happy, he wanted them to get out of his romantic life. It had started on their first week after Jim was assigned Captain of the ship and only gotten worse since he was dubbed by some of the women officers "one of the cutest things in the galaxy."

When his shift was over, Chekov rushed off the bridge. He didn't even wait for Sulu and by the time he had reached the turbolift, the other man was just getting out of his chair. He silently begged for the Beta shift crew to shuffle in just a bit quicker. They were all bleary-eyed from just waking up and therefore blocked Chekov's way with their slow paces. Unfortunately, Sulu and Uhura caught up with him.

"Have you thought about it?" Sulu asked when they entered the lift, on their way to rec. room 4.

"Zought about vhat?" Chekov asked innocently.

"You know. Are you going to ask out Kathy?"

"I do not zink so," Chekov tried sounding nonchalant about it.

"Oh, Chekov," Uhura spoke up. "I think you two would be so cute together!"

"But I do not zink it vould vork out."

"You'll never know unless you try."

Chekov bit back a sigh. It was going to be a long week.