Star Trek! The musical: Chapter 2
A/N: Thanks for all of the kind reviews on Ch. 1! Who would have thought there are so many Star Trek fans who also love musicals? This one's kind of short, by the way. It's hard to avoid the "block of italic verse" trap =[ Anyways…
Ladies and gentlemen: I give you the magical, the marvelous, Mr. Pavel Chekov!
There was a reason that he had only said "I vill have to sing?!"
Pavel Chekov had a secret. Not a deep, dark one, but a small one that made him grin goofily every time it came to mind.
While everyone on board knew of the Russian's mathematical prowess and most had been outrun by the fleet-footed ensign, Chekov had another skill that he had long kept hidden.
Before he had undertaken marathon running, he had pursued an admittedly more Russian pastime—dancing.
That was why, just a few minutes after the captain's startling performance, Chekov wasn't worried at all about his body forcing him to tap dance.
He was, however, concerned about the singing. In English. When he spoke in English, the others made enough fun of him. What would it be like when he sang?
He chose to focus instead on the fact that dancing wouldn't be a problem. How did I begin to dance? he thought to himself. It was a nice story, a story that the females on board would probably call adorable.
Chekov smiled to himself in recollection. I could not have started wizzout my dear sister…
A bizarre sensation crept into his chest and seeped into his limbs. He gasped for a brief moment as the plant took effect.
Chekov rose unsteadily from the console and nodded at Sulu. "Eet ees time," he solemnly declared, before the first burst of melody swept over him.
"I'm vatching sis go pitter pat. Said: I ken do zat!" Chekov chirped, his feet a blur of motion.
"I ken do zat!"
The same eyes that had stared in horror at Jim Kirk now gazed on in amusement and awe at their youngest crewmember and his surprising other talent.
"Knew effry step right off zee bat. Said: I ken do zat! I ken do zat!" Unlike Kirk's, Chekov's eyes filled with glee as he tapped furiously around his beloved console.
Zis ees not bad! he thought to himself. Zey are not laughing at me! Encouraged, he enthusiastically continued.
"One morning Sis won't go to dance class. I grabbed her shoes and tights and all, but my foot's too small, so I stuff her shoes wiss extra socks. Run sewen blocks—een nussing flat!"
He zoomed around the bridge demonstrating his running ability, a huge grin plastered on his face.
"Hell, I ken do zat! I ken do zat!"
The bridge crew had begun clapping in time to Pavel Chekov's ecstatic song and dance number. He flailed his arms and stomped his feet, oblivious to any hesitations he might have felt before.
"I got to class and had it made. And so I stayeeeeeeddd. Zee rest of my life! All sanks to sis! Now married and fat!"
Chekov puffed out his cheeks and held his arms out in front of his stomach in a mock waddle.
"I ken do zis!" He leaped, clearing the now empty command chair.
"Zat I ken do!" Chekov did a lopsided cartwheel and ended in a perfect split. He threw his arms up and out and beamed at the bridge crew.
"I KEN DO ZAT!"
~tbc~
Hopefully that wasn't too OOC! By the way, the song is "I Can Do That" from the musical A Chorus Line. (In case you were wondering, the song from Ch. 1 is "I Feel Pretty" from West Side Story)
This was actually the song that inspired the whole fic to begin with—how could I pass up a chance to include a song whose title is Chekov's infamous line? It's a cute song—look it up!
Anyhoo, I'll tell you now that McCoy is [probably] next...I may change my mind.
(But after that, there will be Spock's first appearance…and it won't be a solo. Stay tuned!)
P.S. Anyone pick up on the musical reference in the intro?