A/N: Thanks to reviewers! And remember, open to any suggestions about transfers. Trying to think of one for Sulu, but... *shrugs*
Disclaimer; I do not own Star Trek, characters, placing, etc. etc. etc...
Star Trek Generation (Pssst... Am I the only one who hated that movie?)
Chekov: "I was never that young."
Kirk: "No... You were younger.
"Here, kid, let me take care of that," A passing crewman offered. Before Chekov could speak he had shouldered Chekov aside, fiddling with the machinery Chekov was fixing. "See, what you have to do here..."
Pavel rolled his eyes, huffing slightly, tuning out the babbling man but noting that the man was 'fixing' the panel wrong. He was temporarily on the Pandora - his crew would have known better! The man finished, flashed him a smile, and had the audacity to ruffle his hair before leaving. Pavel flashed him a fake smile, then scowled darkly, taking the cover off the panel again and fixing the moron's mistake.
He was an ensign, dammit, twenty-one, he was not young!
"Do you vant to spar vith me?" asked Chekov hopefully, seeing the skill with which the lieutenant wielded his sabre. Nowhere near Sulu's level, or even Chekov's, and he was holding it wrong, but anyone to fence with would be fine...
Except the man just laughed.
"I don't want to hurt you, kid. Why don't you practice solo if you're interested in learning? I don't want to accidentally cut you."
And he left.
Sulu, Chekov though resentfully, Taught me already, to a level better than you, and he vas newer afraid of hurting me, because he vas a good enough fencer, you...
If anyone could have heard his thoughts, it may have done well in taking away their image of a child.
"Now," the nurse told him seriously, "This is going to be rather painful, but it needs to be put on to prevent that chemical wound from being infected, all right? So just hold real still now, it will be over in a moment."
Chekov wondered what kind of chemical it was the officer had spilled on him to cause so much pain, and just nodded. He took a breath as the nurse touched his skin with the liquid.
It tingled.
"..."
Was she serious? He'd been tortured under a Klingon agonizer, was this supposed to hurt?
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" The nurse smiled brightly at him.
"................................"
Captain Crellis was absolutely still as the Klingon pressed a phaser against his head. He had no clue how these two had gotten aboard, but point was they were, and on the bridge, too! One kept him threatened, the other ordering the crew to change course.
"CAPTAIN!" There was a loud THUD.
The Klingon whirled about at his crewmate's yell, then ducked aside as a phaser fire blaster by him. Even as the Klingon raised his own phaser a yellow blur knocked into him; behind him Crellis saw the other Klingon, knocked out. The phaser went off, shooting the communications and showering down sparks, as the Klingon and starfleet officer wrestled, and then the Klingon abruptly went limp, twitching slightly. The officer slammed the phaser against the Klingon's head, and he stilled.
Ensign Chekov sighed in an almost disappointed way, rolling off his victim. "Meester Spock vas right, I hawe not perwected zat 'nerwe peench'." He stood, dusting off his hands, and looked at the captain, eyes wide and baby-blue and innocent. "I am wery sorry about zat, zir. Shall I fix ze Communications console?"
Crellis stared.
"Keptin?"
"Kid, you do whatever the hell you want."
Have to love Chekov. Reviews?
Twenty-One is not young!
