This has taken me sooo much longer than I intended! College is really kicking my ass. The only free time I have is spent napping. One little tidbit I think anyone reading this might find a bit interesting, though, is that my Chem teacher has a Scottish accent and looks like Simon Pegg; I can (and do) totally pretend that Scotty is teaching me Chem! But anyway, I did finally get this finished, and I made it longer to make it up to you guys.
So... just so I don't get sued by anyone, I don't own diddly. Title was taken from Mika's "Blue Eyes" this time.
Warnings: It's in the first chapter, so you can click one button instead of making me type more.
Pairing(s): Scotty/Chekov (main), Kirk/Spock (minor)
Love is Like Pi...
Chapter 7: Blue Eyes, What's the Matter With You?
"Are you plannink on puttink me down?" Chekov asked Scotty as they made their way through the maze of hallways to reach the engineer's living quarters.
"W-well... uh... if yer uncomfortable er somethin'..." the other man stuttered.
"No," Chekov mumbled, pressing his face against the side of Scotty's neck. "Am fine like zis."
The rest of the trip to Scotty's room was filled with a slightly awkward silence (made more awkward by the odd looks they received from passing crew members). When they reached their destination, Scotty entered the pass code and headed for the bed. Sitting back against the pillows, he situated the smaller man more comfortably in his lap. Chekov laid his head on a broad shoulder and stared at the wall.
"Sooo..." Scotty said, drawing out the syllable.
Chekov drew in a deep breath and blurted out: "I like you wery much."
"I could tell," Scotty chuckled.
"And you like me, da?" the younger asked.
"'Course I do," Scotty replied. He wrapped his arms around Chekov's slim middle and hugged him closer. "I like ya a lot. Much more than I should."
"Vhy shouldn't you? I feel ze same vay, and zere should be nosink wronk eef eet eez vat ve bos vant."
"I know tha'. But the brass'll only care abou' our ages and ranks. I'll be in deep shite if word ge's out." Scotty let his head flop back against the wall and groaned. "Lord only knows wha' kinda hell-hole they'd send me t' fer this."
"Don't vorry so much," Chekov told the older man, running his fingers absentmindedly over his lightly stubbled jaw. "Ze Keptin vouldn't let zat heppen."
"Well 'e can't stop gossip, lad. I don' want you t' have t' deal wi' that."
Chekov sat up straight, crossing his arms across his thin chest and pouting. "I don't care. Eef I vant to be vis you, eet eez no vone's business but my own!"
Scotty closed his eyes and heaved a heavy sigh. "Are you really sure?" he finally asked. "I mean, I don't want you to regret anything later, and you'd be better off wi' someone yer own age."
"Who?" Chekov countered. "I am ze baby, remember?"
"Don' remind me."
Chekov framed Scotty's face with his hands and placed a firm kiss on his mouth. "Please stop sinking so much."
"Alrigh'," Scotty said. He laid down and pulled Chekov against his chest. "Worryin's been makin' me tired anyway. Le's take a wee nap, shall we?"
"Okay," Chekov said, smiling and snuggling closer to the warm body beside him.
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"Sooo, how was your night?" Kirk asked as he leaned toward where Chekov sat at his console.
"Vas fine," the Russian mumbled, not looking up from the star maps displayed on the screen in front of him.
"Just fine?" Kirk asked. "After that little display yesterday, I'm gonna need a more specific answer than that."
Finally looking up from his work, Chekov gave Kirk a disbelieving look. "Are ve really hawink zis conwersation here?"
"Can I at least ask one itsy bitsy question?"
Chekov sighed. "Alright."
Kirk smirked. "Did you sleep with Scotty?"
"Da."
Sulu fell out of his chair.
"Are you okay, Hikaru?" Chekov asked, reaching down to help him back up.
"Pav... you..." Sulu stuttered.
Kirk laughed for a bit before speaking again. "So how do you feel now that you've dropped your V-card, Mr. Chekov?"
"Vat are you talkink about?" Chekov asked, bewildered. He then sent Kirk an accusing glare. "And you said only von qvestion!"
"I lied," Kirk said, shrugging. "And don't act all innocent. You just admitted to having sex with Scotty."
"Sex?" Chekov squeaked embarrassedly. "Ve newer had sex!"
"But you just said you slept with him." Now Kirk looked confused.
"Vhat does zat hawe to do vis sex?" Chekov asked.
Sulu placed a hand on Chekov's shoulder to get his attention. "Pav, 'sleeping' with someone is a euphemism for having sex."
"Oh." Chekov blushed cherry red.
"Yeah... man, for a second I thought..." Sulu let out an awkward but relieved chuckle.
"So wait..." Kirk said, jumping back into the conversation. "If you guys didn't have sex..."
"Ve talked for a vhile, zen ve feel asleep."
"So you actually slept with him."
"Da."
"God, you're so boring!" Kirk exclaimed, laughing.
Chekov just pouted. "So sorry I can't be as fun as you."
"C'mon guys," Sulu cut in. "The shift's about to start and we should at least be pretending to do our jobs when Spock gets here. I for one don't want to get a speech about responsibility."
The other two nodded.
Exactly as the numbers on the chronometer changed, indicating that the Alpha Shift was starting, Spock stepped out of the turbolift and onto the Bridge.
Chekov noted that Kirk's shoulders tensed at the First Officer's appearance. He watched as Spock's appearance. He watched as Spock approached Kirk, hands clasped tightly behind his back and jaw clenched.
"Captain, I must speak with you briefly," the half-Vulcan intoned. When kirk made to stand up, Spock motioned for him to remain seated. "It will only take a moment of your time, and we need not leave the Bridge."
"Alright." Chekov could tell how nervous Kirk was about what Spock was going to say. "What do we need to talk about?"
"Sir, I am requesting a leave of absence."
Chekov's jaw dropped. Whatever he had been expecting Spock to say, it was certainly not that.
Kirk was also in an obvious state of shock. "Wha—?"
"We are currently on a route that will pass directly through the solar system in which New Vulcan in located," Spock said, ignoring the stunned expression on the Captain's face, "and I must request that I be dropped off there."
"How long do you plan on staying there?" Kirk asked, voice wavering.
"My leave will be indefinite, and within two weeks after my arrival on New Vulcan, you may or may not receive a letter of resignation from myself."
The entire Bridge crew was frozen at their stations, waiting for the conversation to continue.
"But Spock—" Kirk Protested. When Spock sent him an icy glare, he went silent, his mouth closing with a loud click of his teeth. "Alright. Fine. You can have your leave."
Chekov was shocked by how easily Kirk had given in to Spock's request (read: "demand"). He was simultaneously curious and worried as to what could have transpired in their relationship.
"Thank you sir," came Spock's clipped reply. "I shall be spending the remaining time until we reach our destination in my quarters. I do not wish to be disturbed."
Chekov watched as Spock retreated back toward the turbolift, closely followed by a very flustered Lieutenant Uhura. When the doors slid shut behind them, he turned to look at Kirk. Chekov felt heartbroken when he saw the look of disbelieving anguish on the Captain's face. He turned back to his monitor, unable to stand looking at Kirk's glassy eyes and down-turned mouth any longer.
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When Scotty opened the door, Chekov walked right past him to flop face down on the bed. He let out a frustrated scream that was muffled by the pillow his face was buried in. Scotty came across the room and sat next to the young ensign, placing a comforting hand on the small of his back.
"What's eatin' at ya, lad?"
"Ze Keptin vill not tell me vat eez ze metter vis heem."
"Maybe he jus' wants t' work it out on his own," Scotty suggested.
"Maybe," Chekov conceded, "but he does not hawe to! He eez my friend, and I do not like to see heem so sad. He eez just too stuboun to admeet zat he deed not vant Meester Spock to leawe."
"They had some kinda fight, yeah?" Scotty asked.
"Da. But I do not know vhat eet vas about. Like I said, he von't tell me."
"It must'a been one helluva fight, 'cause Uhura was about to rip Kirk a new one in the transporter room. Said she knew exactly wha' was goin' on. He looked abou' ready to kill himself on t' spot."
"Really? Deed you find out vhat heppened?"
"Nah. I ran li' my ass was on fire. Thought the lass woud kill any witnesses."
"Zis eez getting redeeculous. I'm goink to make heem talk to me!"
"Maybe you shoul' calm down a bit first, eh lad?" Scotty pulled Chekov up to sit between his legs. He gave the younger man a tight hug and a light kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Stay here for a bit longer, then go talk to 'im. Then come back here an' we can have some dinner. Sound good?"
Chekov nodded into the engineer's shoulder and cuddled closer.
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Chekov's finger hesitated over the door chime. He had been determined to talk to Kirk before, but now he was getting nervous about how the other man would react to his continued prying. Closing his eyes and taking a calming breath, he pushed the button.
There was no answer for a few long moments, but then a muffled "Who is it?" came through the door.
"Ah... eet eez Chekov, sir," the young Russian stuttered. "May I... may I speak vis you, Keptin?"
The door slid open and Kirk stepped aside to give him room to enter. "Yeah... yeah, c'mon in."
Chekov sat down next to the Captain on the small couch, looking at him nervously.
"Whadidja want t' talk about?" Kirk asked. He sounded very tired.
Biting his lip, Chekov began speaking. "Vell... I know eez eez not my place to ask, but vhy deed Meester Spock leawe?"
"Um... you see—"
"Deed you hawe a fight vis heem?" Chekov interjected.
"Yes..."
"Eet vas a bad break up?"
"Yea—what?" Kirk looked alarmed. "Break up? But we were never together."
Chekov tilted his head to one side in a perplexed gesture. "You vere not togezer? But I sought—"
"No, we weren't," Kirk said. Then a sudden look of realization crossed his face. "Wait—! Is that why you came to me about Scotty?"
"Da," Chekov confirmed. "I sought zat you also lowed a man."
"But why did you think I was in love with Spock?"
"Vell," Chekov began to explain, "vhen you come onto ze Breege, you alvays look tvard hees station first, and you alvays touch heem. You hawe ewen touched heem een a vay zat eez like a keess for Wulcans."
"I have?"
"Da. Eez like zis," Chekov said, pressing his fingers together in demonstration. "Eez vat ve learned een ze mandatory course on deeferent cultures, remember?"
Kirk looked like he was thinking hard. Chekov gave him a moment before speaking again.
"Also," Chekov paused, blushing, as he thougth of how to phrase his next statement, "vhen Meester Spock vas late for hees mornink sheeft a few veeks ago, he vas leemping like—"
"Okay! Okay, I get it!" Kirk said, waving his hands in a hysterical gesture.
"So I vas wronk?" Chekov asked. "You do not lowe heem?"
"I... I don't know anymore," Kirk replied. "You've given me a lot to think about, kid."
Chekov gave Kirk a sympathetic look. "Jeem, eef you ewer need to talk, you can come to me."
"Thanks, Pavel," Kirk said with a weak smile.
Chekov stood and walked toward the door. Turning to Kirk and giving him a reassuring smile, he said: "Eez no problem. Eez vat friends are for, da?" Chekov turned and left the room, heading toward Scotty's quarters.
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"Sir, we are receiving a transmission from New Vulcan." Uhura's shocked voice broke the silence on the Bridge. Chekov perked up immediately, turning toward the communication station and waiting for her to give more information.
"What about?" Kirk asked, excitement and nervousness coloring his voice.
"There was no specific reason mentioned, sir. One of the ambassadors has requested an audience with yourself and the Chief Medical Officer."
"Route the visual communication to Conference Room B," Kirk ordered, "and tell Doctor McCoy to meet me there asap."
"Aye, sir."
"Mr. Sulu, you have the conn," Kirk said over his shoulder as he stepped into the turbolift.
Once the Captain was gone, quiet conversations erupted in all corners of the Bridge.
"Vhat do you sink zat vas about?" Chekov asked Sulu.
"Not sure," the pilot replied, "but if it's Spock's dad on the other end, Kirk's screwed."
"Da," Chekov agreed. "I cannot eemageen zat he eez wery heppy about Meester Spock abandoning hees job."
Five minutes later, the turbolift slid open. Everyone turned to look, but turned back to their stations when they saw that it was not Kirk. Scotty walked over to Chekov's station and leaned over his chair.
"D'ya know where Kirk is, Pavel?" he asked. "I've got the report on the condition of the engines that he asked for."
"He got a transmission from New Wulcan. He vent to a conference room."
"New Vulcan? Really? Could it be abou' Spock?"
"Hikaru and I sink eet may be."
"Well then, I think I'll jus' wait here 'til 'e gets back. See if I can find out what's goin' on, yeah?"
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Kirk marched onto the Bridge half an hour later, determination clear on his face.
"Mr. Chekov, set in a course for New Vulcan."
"Aye, Keptin." Chekov smiled widely and did as he was ordered.
"Well, looks like we're gettin' our First Officer back," Scotty said. He gave Chekov's shoulder a firm squeeze before walking over to the Captain.
So there it be. A Chekov that doesn't understand English slang is like love! Hopefully the next chapter won't take so long to finish, but I can't promise anything because I'm totally burnt out. And on that note, if you see any spelling/grammar mistakes, tell me so I can fix them; my brain isn't totally functional now, and I probably won't notice them.
Thanks for reading and sticking with me through this long pause. Much love!
