A/N: Two one-shots of Chekov and Genevieve.
"So I was thinking we'd have a bit of a drinking party in about an hour," Scotti said as he Sulu and Chekov walked down a corridor.
"Sounds fun," Chekov said.
"I don't know…remember what happened last time?" Sulu reminded them.
"Kquew isn't invited this time so no worries," Scotti said shivering at the thought of the girl who caused him more trouble than a dead warp engine.
"Do you hear singing?" Sulu suddenly asked. The three glanced at each other than looked around the corner. There was Genevieve, a music device plugged into her ears. She was definitely singing.
"And baby you're all that I want when I'm lying there in your arms. It isn't too hard to see we're in heaven. And love is all that I need and I found it there in…Chekov!" Genevieve jumped back and stopped singing as the three came around the corner. "Must you three always pop up when I'm alone? It's creepy,"
"Sorry, you seem to be wherever we happen to be headed," Scotti said. "Maybe you're the one following us."
Genevieve snorted. "Not likely, good day," she said stalking off.
"So, she found love in you, huh?" Scotti teased. Chekov blushed bright red.
"Don't be ridiculous, now let's go get wasted."
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Gen: Chekov, you're Russian, correct?
Chekov: Yes…
Gen: Then what's wrong with your accent?
Chekov: What?
Gen: Well, you don't sound Russian.
Chekov: That's absurd, of course I sound Russian
Gen: No, you sound more like an American who didn't know what a Russian accent sounded like.