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Future

"Was your future always planned out to be like this?" she asked quietly. Uhura was on the night shift with Chekov and everyone knew the night shift met moments with crew members and too much thinking.

"On a starship? No. My father had vanted me to become a butcher. Hovewer, once he got my test scores for math he decided I had to be bigger than a butcher in a small Russian city… I had to leawe so many things. Vas your future alvays planned?" Chekov replied. For once his hair didn't look so bouncy and his eyes didn't shine so brightly.

They were glazed over with memories and feelings that only he would ever understand.

"Yes. Once I heard my mother speaking in a foreign language I chose to become a xenolinguist. Ever since that day I've studied languages." Now her eyes were mystified and woven with dialects and sentences and feelings only she could feel.

"But after the Battle of Vulcan… I'm not sure I'm proud of my decisions."

Chekov nodded sadly, retched images flashing through his mind before he could stop them.

End

All good things have to come to an end, and Spock and Uhura's relationship was no different.

Chekov found her crying in the corner of the Bridge once everyone had left for Shore Leave. He had just come back because he forgot the math equation he would be working on and wanted to put it on his PADD.

"Lieutenant, vhat is the matter?" He had never seen her so weak and upset. It made him wish he didn't look so cute so she could take him seriously.

She giggled after he said 'vhat' because it was the first time they weren't in a situation that she had to be professional.

Before either of them knew it, Uhura was laughing hysterically and grabbing her sides, her stomach hurting from laughing so much. Chekov stared, utterly confused, at what was so funny about his accent. No, he didn't mind that she was laughing at him, and no, he didn't find it offensive. He was just baffled.

"Vell, glad I could cheer you up." And he left the Bridge leaving a crazy lieutenant with her bad case of The Giggles.

Numbers

"4, 7, 67, 39, 10, 3, 25, 0. No, no! That is not right. Ah, da, it is 4, 7, 67, 39, 10, 4, 25, 0." Chekov was beating the computer at a game full of number patterns and equations.

Uhura came rushing in, late for a date she had with Spock. Her lipstick was left at herr station from earlier "Oh, sorry for interrupting, Pavel. What are you doing?" she asked one she heard his voice in an uncommon monotone voice repeating numbers over and over again.

"Lieutenant! I vas just sharpening my math skills. Keptin Kirk doesn't like it vhen ve're 'off our rocker.'"

She chuckled at the choice of words Kirk had used "Oh. Well okay, Pavel. Mind teaching me a few equations after my date? I'd love to know what you always go through on the Bridge." She smiled and showed her amazingly bright teeth, and Chekov did the same.

He nodded and she left, leaving a happy Ensign and thoughts of a fun evening.

Drug

"Chekov! What the hell are you doing?!" Uhura cried, acting like every woman would if they were the only female on the Bridge and there was a teenager being an idiot.

"Uhura, I vas jest getting some medicines from the Sick Bay. Vould you care for some?" He was on drugs. Well, maybe not at the moment, but there was a definite add-on to his accent.

She looked at him in disgust. "I can say no in any language, if you want. But I'll start out with Russian: nyet! How dare you take advantage of the doctors there! Go back inside and give them those drugs you've been taking. Then we'll have a word about what a stupid teenager you are!"

"Stop veing such ah mother."

She couldn't help but smile at his rebellious, teenage talk-back.

Silence

It was quiet. Once again Uhura and Chekov had the night shift on the Bridge. Only them. And there was nothing but silence.

Chekov was flustered. Had he done something? Was she thinking of what he did wrong at this very moment? Did she think she did something? Needless to say, he was freaking out.

Ten minutes passed. No voices left words to hang by threads of thoughts in the air.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly, catching both of them off-guard.

"Um. What? I forgive you?" she asked hesitantly, not knowing what was going on.

Chekov blushed a deep pink that she probably couldn't see in the slightly darkened Bridge. "Vell you veren't speaking. I thought that meant I did something."

She laughed and he crumpled from the loveliness of her laugh, the radiance of her smile. "No, please no. How can I be mad at you? I thought you were upset with me!"

And suddenly the silence was gone and the air was full of mixed laughter and brightness from their smiles.

Language

Uhura was speaking quickly in Russian to herself. It was sort of like a ritual. Every day as she got ready for work she would narrate everything she did in a different language.

At the moment, Chekov was waiting for her from the floor outside the bathroom. Hearing her mistake in a few Russian words, he blushed.

Should he tell her she messed up or will it be too embarrassing for her? Having a crush on Uhura didn't make it any easier.

"Um. Uhura? If you do not mind, I hawe to say that you hawe made seweral mistakes vhile speaking Russian. I can assist you in correcting yourself, though," he admitted before he actually decided whether or not he would tell her.

Suddenly, all noise stopped. The rushing water from the sink ended and so did her speaking. Chekov wouldn't be surprised if his heartbeat stopped, too.

"Oh… Well yeah, okay. Tonight at seven?" Uhura finally broke the silence after a minute of no talking. Or, to Chekov, after eight years of silence.

His heartbeat started back up and it went five times faster than usual. He was grinning ear to ear, delighted that he had pointed out her mistake.

He had a date with Uhura. Put that up your logic, Spock.

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