Title: Sense of Humour
Summary: Even best friends fall out sometimes.
Disclaimer: I do not own and never will. If I did, there would be such randomness it would be unwatchable!
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"Oh come on Pavel; it's not that bad". Sulu shook his head whilst trying not to laugh at the over dramatics of the young Russian ensign sat on the ground before him.
"You vould not understand; you are not in pain". Chekov shot back.
"I've been in pain". Sulu countered. "A hell of a lot of pain actually".
"You vould say that". Chekov pouted.
"Pavel?"
"Vhat?"
"You are aware you've only twisted your ankle?"
Chekov glared at Sulu threw narrowed eyes. "Da. I am avare of vhat my injury is".
Sulu rolled his eyes. "Fair enough. You want a hand up?"
"I do not vish to hawe your help". Chekov replied.
"And why not?" Sulu raised an eyebrow.
"I tvisted my ankle because of you Hikaru".
"Well then; allow me to amend my actions towards you".
"Nyet". Chekov shooed Sulu's outstretched hand away. "I vill do it myself. I am not incapable". Chekov said as he stood back up and put very little to no weight on his injured ankle.
"With your performance earlier I would have thought you were dying". Sulu muttered.
"You hawe no compassion Hikaru". Chekov told him before turning and limping towards the bathroom door that linked their quarters together.
"Pavel". Sulu called after him. "Oh Pavel; get a sense of humour would ya".
"Leawe me alone Hikaru! I am not talking to you anymore". Chekov shouted back as he limped out of Sulu quarters in a sulk.
Sulu shook his head in disbelief. All that over a twisted ankle.
End.