Three year old Demora Sulu eyed Pavel Chekov curiously. He stood still and endured her inspection with good humor, amusement shining in his eyes. It was the first time he had seen the child since she had been born, and the first time, as far as she could remember, that she had met him.
She was adorable, if small for her age, with shoulder length silky black hair and curious eyes that revealed that she was both intelligent and mature for her age.
Finally, she broke the silence. "How do you do?" She inquired very properly, her expression serious.
Chekov smiled. "Good." He replied. "And you?"
"Very well, thank you." She replied whit great dignity. "My name is Demora Sulu." She introduced herself with a curtsey.
Chekov replied with a bow of his own. "Pavel Chekov, at your service."
"Pleased to meet you, Mister Chekov." She replied. "Would you care to join me for tea?"
Chekov stifled a laugh as she led him off to her room for a tea party. They sat cross-legged on the floor, and she poured the 'tea' and served him 'cakes.'
"May I inquire as to how you know my father?" She asked, with all the dignity of royalty, as she also served tea to the teddy bear who had joined their company.
"Your father and I vent to school together." Chekov told the child. "He and I vere wery good friends."
She thought for a long minute, then said. "Father said you were like his brother. Does that make you my Uncle?"
Chekov wasn't sure how literally she was taking Sulu's statement, but he didn't see any harm in filling in as an uncle. The child had little enough family as it was. In the meantime, she was watching him, waiting for an answer.
"I suppose it does." He said finally.
"And that would make me your neice?" The child asked slowly. Chekov nodded, and the child gave him a smile that lit up the room.
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