Welcome to my first Star Trek fic! I know this may not be a really original idea or anything, but the plot bunnies will. not. stop. WORKING! I promise it is going to get a lot fluffier later, but this was important for introducing the actual story of Chulu fuzzy adorable fluffiness and Chekov's sewenteen year old cuteness! So R&R and I will give you Chekov plushies! On wif ze chapter!
Pavel Chekov was as ordinary as any sewenteen year old Russian in Starfleet navigating a starship captained by Captain James Tiberius Kirk. Oh wait a minute... My mistake, he was the only sewenteen year old Russian in Starfleet navigating a starship captained by Captain James Tiberius Kirk. So he had to be typical for his kind, because he defined what the hell was typical for sewenteen year old Russians in Starfleet navigating a starship captained by Captain James Tiberius Kirk. So it was perfectly normal when Lt. Hikaru Sulu approached him nervously, hands behind back as if hiding something, as Chekov finished up his work at his station. Oh wait a minute...
"H-hey Pa-Pav-Pavel!" Sulu stammered, a thin film of sweat giving his gel-slicked hair a soaked appearance. Chekov didn't bother to look up,
"Yes Hikaru?" He replied shortly, frowning in concentration as he worked. Sulu gulped, things were most definitely not going as planned, but there was no turning back now,
"I was wondering if you wanted to eat dinner with me toinght?" He asked breathlessly in one point three seconds flat, then flinched and shielded his face with his hands. Chekov hadn't been paying much attention, but he lost his train of thought at the sudden motion and whipped around to glare at the helmsman,
"Vhat?" The teenager snapped angrily. Sulu shrank back,
"S-sorry! I-I just wondered if you w-w-wanted to ha-ha-have dinner with m-me tonight, but if you don't want to-" Sulu broke off at the excited grin spreading rapidly across the young Russian's face. Chekov looked excitedly at the helmsman,
"You mean, like on a date?" He checked. Sulu glanced apprehensively at the empty captain's chair, just waiting for Kirk to hear about this,
"Um.. Yes?" He asked/stated hopefully. Chekov's grin got- if possible- even bigger,
"Да да да! Наконец, я боялся, вы бы никогда не спрашивают! Я так устала от любви к тебе издалека, я не могу поверить, что я, наконец, получить, чтобы быть с вами! что вы думаете Keptin Kirk Wi-" He squealed jubilantly in rapid-fire Russian. Sulu didn't understand a frigging word of this tirade and looked blankly at the young navigator, who looked extremely embarrassed at his sudden outburst,
"I mean, yes!" He muttered, glancing around at the new shift while keeping his head down and averting the new shift's startled gazes. Sulu visibly sagged with a sigh of relief,
"I was so scared you would say no... So I'll pick you up at nineteen-hundred hours?" He checked. Chekov nodded vigorously,
"Да, I can't vait! See you at nienteen hundred hours, Hikaru!" He trilled ecstatically, then hurried off to his quarters to get ready. Sulu smirked triumphantly, then turned and stalked triumphantly off to the turbo-lift on the way to his quarters. Hikaru Sulu was going to make this the perfect night, even if it killed him, which in hind-sight wouldn't be good because that would riun poor Pavel's evening since he seemed so excited to be going on a date with Sulu at long last... So Sulu had to make this the most perfect date ever, and he most definitely had to make sure it didn't kill him before it happened. All of this thinking was making the narrator's head hurt, so said narrator is going to leave it at that and give the boys some time to get ready while we all head off to the Author's Note!
Well then, that was fun... Please review to tell me what you thought and if I should keep going, but keep in mind that this is my first Chulu fic so I'm still getting a feel for it, constructive criticism is much appreciated, but if you are one of those flaming dirtbags from Eliminator or Critics United, then just pack up your hate machines and get the heck off my lawn, otherwise I will laugh my buns off as I chuck Spam! cubes at you and order my unicorn army to chase you off into the sunset where you will be burned (but they will not because they are fiery unicorns of awesomeness!) Chekov plushies for everyone who reviews nicely! And for my pathetically adorable flamers: my unicorn army will show you to your gift room! *cough* airlock *cough*
~Wildthunder~