The Beginning Of A Wonderful Friendship

"Welcome to the Enterprise, Miss Grace." Jim, my Captain now, smiled down at me. It was a regular friend smile, not an "I'm trying to womanize you" smile, thank God. Chekov, I learned as the Russian Navigator, nodded.

"Welcome, Mees McCoy." He said, blushing a little because his English was imperfect. "Zorry for my unstable Englesh, Mees McCoy."

"Please, call me Grace, or even Gracie." I patted his arm, and he blushed even more. He probably wasn't used to being in close proximity to a woman. "And it's okay, I used to be imperfect with Russian, Pavel."

"Call me Chekov. I like it when you call me Chekov." He nodded and held his chin high. He truly was a Russian kid. "Cпасибо сокр."

"Your welcome, Chekov." I smiled. He grinned widely and held out his arm politely.

"I shall take you to your quaters, Gracie." Chekov said with a friendly tone.

"Cпасибо сокр, Chekov." I whispered, and took his arm. He picked up my backs, carring them to the best of his advantage until I took some of them from him. He chuckled nervously, but led me to my room.

"So, what do you do in your spare time, Gracie?" Chekov asked after he helped me unpack.

"I write, read, listen to music, sing, dance, and study up on my Navigation." I replied. "What about you?"

"Wery interesting, Gracie." Chekov commented. "I just read and listen to Russian music in my spare time."

"That's good! We have some things in common, then!" I cheered. He smiled big when I smiled. I am contagious, I guess. I can even make my dad smile every once in a while.

"Do you watch T.V.?" Chekov tilted his head to the side in question.

"Of course! X-Men and cartoons--like X-Men Evolution--are my favorites!" My face, I swear, must have lit up like a Sun. This, I kind of fear, is the beginning of a wonderful friendship. I've never had a close friend before, so he'll be my first.