Ensign Pavel Chekov tended to be treated like a child aboard the Enterprise. Captain Kirk constantly ruffled his curly brown hair. Mr. Spock constantly spoke in simpler words to him. Sulu constantly called him 'The Kid'. Scotty constantly made fun of how he wasn't old enough to drink. Bones constantly joked that he hadn't gone through puberty. Some nurse constantly referred to him as 'The Adorable Little One.' Uhura would constantly giggle in the middle of conversations, calling his accent 'the cutest thing ever.'
Pavel hated his accent. He loathed it with a passion. He had been alive for seventeen years, spending fifteen years in America, where he spoke English half of the time. Yet everything he said had a Russian feel to it, and his speech impediment – his trouble with 'V's – didn't help things. (However, the majority of the crew thought that this was part of his accent.)
In the cafeteria, Pavel sat with Sulu and Scotty during lunch. He honestly had no idea what he had been beamed – some sort of vegetarian dish.
"What are you eating, Kid?" Sulu asked, taking his seat across from him.
"Wegtables," Pavel said, inspecting the dish with a disgusted face. He looked up to see Sulu chuckling. He silently wondered how much damage a spork in the eye could do.
Later, Pavel made his way over the the Medical Wing by Bones' orders. The CMO hadn't said what he needed from Pavel, he just told him to "get his merry little self over here soon." He did exactly what he was told. When he entered, a nurse looked at him curiously.
"Do you need something, Sir?" She asked, glancing at him.
"I guess so, Miss..." Pavel strained to read her nurse's badge. He frowned. "...Wiolet."
The nurse giggled. "Oh, did Doctor McCoy send you?"
"Yes, he did," Pavel muttered, irritated. Another nurse walked in and smiled brightly.
"Oh, Violet, this is the adorable little Russian I was telling you about!" She said to her friend. The two of them giggled together. Pavel felt like shooting himself.
"Come this way, please," Violet said, still laughing slightly. She lead him to Bones, who was preparing a hypospray.
"Good, you're on time. Sit down, Chekov, you've got to get some vaccines."
"Waccinations?" Pavel said, horrified. Bones smiled as Violet had another giggle-fit.
"No. Vaccinations," Bones corrected, smirking. "Now hold still, kid."
After this, Pavel stormed back to the bridge. It seemed today that everything was determined to make him seem like an insanely adorable Russian boy with an incredibly thick accent. Damn it, he thought, he was seventeen. He was a man. Maybe he had a boy's face and an accent, but he was still a man. No one on this ship knew all of the things he had been through to get here, and it didn't merit him child's treatment, that was for sure.
He angrily sat down next to Sulu, who, as far as Pavel could tell, was daydreaming. "Hey, kid," Sulu greeted him before slipping back into his trance. Pavel ignored him.
"Ensign authorization code nine-five-wicktor-wicktor-two!" He spat quickly and venomously.
"Authorization not recognized," the computer responded. Pavel took a breath.
"Ensign authorization code nine-five-vicktor-vicktor-two," He said very slowly, pronouncing every syllable clearly.
"Authorization not recognized," the computer said again.
Pavel lost it completely.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" He screamed, causing Sulu to look up at him. Pavel stared in disbelief and anger at the screen.
"Uh... You okay, kid?" Sulu asked.
"GODDAMMIT!" He roared, banging his fists into the screen. "FUCK THIS SHIT!"
NB : Gotta feel for him, y'know? Just something I thought of while at the movie, figured I'd write is as I work on сил. :]