Title: Captain Cutie Pie
Summary: Chekov tries to master something called a 'POKER FACE'. Inspired by Audi Katia and has nothing to do with Lady Gaga's song Poker Face.
Disclaimer: I do not own and never will.
A/N: I left a review for Audi Katia for her story called 'Damn Cute' (if you haven't seen it yet I strongly recommend you do - you will fall in love with it) and commented that Chekov should learn how to pull the perfect poker face. Half an hour later i thought to myself - you know what - that would make a great story. It might be the fact that I'm blonde as well as the amount of coffee that I've drunk so far today that delayed the dim bulb in my head going off. Who knows?
Also; this can be looked at as a pre-slash or just Sulu being an ass to Chekov! It's down to your personal taste.
Anyway; read and hopefully enjoy.
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Chekov stood staring at himself in the mirror.
More precisely he was staring at his face in the mirror.
The reason he was staring at his face in the mirror had a lot to do with how he felt he looked. It wasn't that he thought himself as ugly, unattractive or disgusting; and his face wasn't covered in blood or dirt. No, he was staring at his face in the mirror excessively because he was trying to master the art of the 'poker face'.
The final straw for the young Russian ensign had occurred whilst on his shift on the bridge; and the line had been stepped over by none other than Sulu. Some how Chekov had always thought that it would have been Kirk, Uhura or even Scotty that would have stepped over the line that separated 'acceptable but all round irritating and frustrating' from 'pull it back; way too far'. He was surprised when Sulu disregarded the metaphorical invisible line, but honestly he wasn't that surprised. Someone had to do it some time.
No one calls him 'Captain Cutie Pie'; especially considering he had just saved all their asses!!!
It also marked the last time he was going to victoriously punch the air with a look of glee on his face.
Thus the incident had led him to be stood in front of the mirror in his quarters trying to master the legendary poker face. Spock had mastered it to the point very little appeared to bother him and Chekov couldn't help but envy him.
Pulling the perfect poker face was in fact harder than he had first imagined. It was the first thing that he had ever come across that he struggled with and he found that he didn't like the feeling very much. Anything to do with numbers; brilliant! Pulling a face though that didn't earn him names that were references to how cute people thought he was; complete different story.
Sighing with his lack of success; Chekov started to try to mould his face with his fingers. Didn't work. He tried having his head turned to the side as though a comment had been said by someone to his side. Didn't work. He tried taking a deep breath and relaxing his face. Didn't work.
Chekov stamped his feet in frustration and pouted.
"Captain Cutie Pie looking more edible than ever." Sulu's voice came from his bathroom door.
Chekov went into 'major pout mode' while his face flushed with colour. "Hikaru." He whined.
"What? I tell it as I see it; and you are currently doing nothing to aid your case".
"Go avay Hikaru; I am not wery happy vith you". Chekov mentally kicked himself for how childish his last statement must have sounded, clearly not thinking how his first must had sounded to the lieutenant.
"Okay". Sulu rose his hands in a mock surrender before turning and leaving.
Chekov turned his attention back to the mirror. He was going to master that poker face even if it killed him.