AN: I've gotten a few requests for this pairing over the last year or so and I added it to my list like I do everything else. Then Anton Yelchin passed away and I really wanted to post something.
The longer FJim/Chekov fics that have been requested are coming at some point but for now, I give you some sort of connected one-shots. I'll mark this as complete but I will add to it as the drabbles pop into my head.
I don't own Star Trek... blah, blah, blah.
For Anton.
"Are you okay, kid?" a voice asked, moving towards him. Pavel looked up and found himself staring into the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. That wasn't natural, couldn't be. Maybe he'd ask… probably not. She raised an eyebrow and he realized that he was staring.
"I am fine," he managed after a moment. "Tripped."
"More like Tayla tripped you," she sighed and knelt to check his ankle, which was starting to swell. "I get that this place is supposed to be competitive but injuring people to get ahead is just low. I mean, is that really the kind of person Starfleet wants?"
"I do not know," Pavel muttered. There wasn't much we else he could think to say, not with a pretty girl fussing all over him. "I don't think so."
"Me neither," she said with a bright smile. He'd always heard of a smile like that but he never thought he'd see one at Starfleet Academy. Pavel knew a lot of things, he was a child prodigy after all, but he didn't know anything about girls. Smiling like that had to be a good thing. Right?
"Good news, it's probably not broken. Bad news, you shouldn't put any weight on it until a doctor gives you the okay. Lucky for you, my roommate just happens to be one of the best doctors around." She offered her arm. "Come on, you can lean on me."
"Okay. I'm Pavel. Pavel Andreievich Chekov," he said as he gripped her arm and she pulled him to his feet.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Pavel Andreievich Chekov. I'm Jim Kirk."