Pavel Chekov was practically dreading his 18th birthday. not for the reason of getting older, but because no one will leave him the hell alone about it. No one will make small talk anymore. For the last several days it's been nothing but "how's it feel to no longer be jail-bait?", or "looking forward to your big day?", or the most commonly heard "what do you want for your birthday?". That one's the worst! How the hell is he supposed to answer that? They were in the middle of space! By this point he just says "A bottle of good Russian vodka" to shut them up. The only one who hasn't said anything about the Foreboding hell that is his birthday is the Vulcan first officer, Spock. The Vulcan has been fussed at for not mentioning his birthday, but he thanked god for him.
Spock couldn't understand why everyone was so distracted by Chekov's upcoming birthday. It is Logical to be pleased for the young man, but to be completely obsessed with the occasion to the extent of terryfing the boy seemed illogical. From what He's observed over the last several days, He's figured the kindest, and most logical, thing to do was not to say anything about his birthday.
'oh god. three more days!' Chekov internally groaned, marking the previous day from his calendar. He could already hear Captain Kirk chuckling about his jail-bait status, elbowing him in the ribs and joking about "getting some" or something like that. Chekov had half a mind to see if McCoy would let him hide in sick bay just to avoid the assault of questions waiting for him in the bridge. But then, that idea got cancelled out too, remembering how excited the nurses get around him. He was, after all, the baby of the Enterprise.
The message from the bridge cut through his rising panic, seeing that it was from the ship's first officer, Spock. Taking a deep breath, he hit play.
"I see it logical to let you know that you are not obligated to report to the bridge today, seeing that you have not received a day off in several months. Captain wanted me to make a humorous statement about your birthday and 'becoming a man' but I found such a statement illogical and a little inappropriate. We will be arriving at the Sovrullian port soon, so I believe it to be logical for you to take an additional 3 days of leave. I would like to speak with you further about the matter later in the day."
Chekov almost danced in celebration.
well, here's a fluffy Chekov ficlet, ladies and gentlemen. I'll probably slap up another chapter later, but who knows? Review and let me know what you think?