Not Mine, Never Mine, Usual Disclaimers.

Pavel yawned; he had been too excited to sleep the previous night, as professor Spock's choices had been released that afternoon, with Pavel Chekov, Carol Marcus, and Nyota Uhura as the three lucky cadets. Pavel had spent half the night staying up and working on his project so that it may be finished by Friday. He was pleased to say that it was in essence, complete, it just needed to be written into coherent sentences, as professor Spock was likely to fail him if he handed in an assessment written purely in dot-points. Pavel had hoped to have it finished by night, he had time to work on it today and tomorrow, but on Fridays he had hardly any free time and was therefore unlikely to finish it. Besides, if he finished it by that evening, he could use his free time tomorrow to edit it, or catch up on some sleep, as with two nights in a row with inadequate sleep, Pavel was ready to crash. In either case, he would need to schedule time in to complete his allotted weekend homework time, as some of which he would usually be working on instead of attending a party on Friday night.

Pavel dragged himself through a quick shower and picked up his PADD where Professor Spock's congratulations, or at least what passed as congratulations for a Vulcan, on his excellent work and his invite to the party. Pavel couldn't help but do a small dance on the spot, well it was more like hopping, as he pulled his clothes on, even if he did end up getting tangled and go sprawling. Still elated, Pavel grinned as he left his dorm room, and even though it was still early, the corridors were still filled with enough people that a few stared at Pavel's good mood.

'You're in a good mood,' snipped his friend, coming to walk beside him.

'Am I not zuppozed to be?'

'No one should be in a good mood this early. Most people shouldn't even be awake at this hour, unless their heading for bed that is.'

'Zen vhy are you?'

'If I'm not awake this early, then when it's time for class, I'm not awake enough to realise that I've walked into the wrong class.'

'Hey Wankey,' said a cadet with a nod as she passed them.

'Vankey?' Pavel asked.

'Yeah, I made the mistake of telling her that my brother used to call me Wankey growing up.'

'Vhy did your browder call you Vankey?'

'He said that out of the three of us kids, he was the only normal one, so if my sister was Skanky, which she wasn't she just had a habit of dating losers, then I therefore had to logically be Wankey. Guess it was better than Pukey Lukey.'

Pavel stared.

'I got food poisoning the first day of high school, and my dad called me Lukey when he picked me up. As if throwing up in the middle of the welcoming assembly wasn't embarrassing enough. At least it was dad who picked me up; I don't think I could have handled being called "sweetums" in front of my class mates.'

'Pavel?' asked a voice, interrupting their conversation.

Pavel and Lukey turned around to see Carol Marcus behind them, who then immediately looked Lukey over before turning her attention back to Pavel.'

'I was wondering if you could look over my assignment, the one that's due on Friday in Professor Spock's class? I just want to make sure that I've done it right. You can even bring your friend here,' Carol's eyes checked Lukey out again before she added, 'it would be really cool if you could bring your friend, and we could all hang out and study and stuff.'

Pavel had a sinking feeling about the whole thing, and was about to say no when Lukey got in and responded first.

'We would love to have a date with you. A, a study date that is,' stammered Lukey.

'Great, I'll see you in the library after classes have ended.'

Carol smiled and headed back the way she had come, looking back at the two of them twice, before rounding the corner and out of sight.

'Vhy did you do zat? I do not have time to help her.'

'Of course you do, all you have to do is show up and study. All she wanted was an excuse to hang out with me, and you were the most convenient one.'

'Vhat makes you zo zure?'

'Come on, she was totally checking me out, and if I'm wrong, then I'll offend her so that she takes off and leaves you in peace.'

Pavel sighed, 'fine, but you ove me.'

Lukey grinned and resumed walking, a new bounce in his step.

'I zought zat people veren't zuppozed to be happy zo early?'

'Yeah, well, most people don't have the potential to hook up with Carol Marcus.'

Pavel sighed again, it was going to be a long day, but at least he finally learned Lukey's name. The bad feeling Pavel had gotten when Carol had asked for help had not dissipated, and only intensified as he two of them grabbed something for breakfast. As they were sitting at the table Pavel pulled out his PADD, intending to get a few more minutes of work done while he could. Lukey snorted as he dug into what could easily be labelled as "one clogged artery to induce heart-attack filler".

'Vhat?' Pavel asked looking up as Lukey smeared more grease across his face as he shovelled his breakfast in.

Before Pavel could get an answer, someone knocked the poor Russian, sending the PADD in his hand to go flying into the next table over with a nasty crunch. Lukey immediately jumped up and grabbed it, but one look at the smashed screen and it was obvious that there was no saving it.

'You have a back up right?'

Pavel did, but he hadn't backed up his homework last night, which meant that he was going to have to start his assignment all over again.