Break Away

A young man, though some might call him a mere boy, took one last look at himself in the mirror. Dark brown hair that he'd attempted to slick back but had not been able to calm the wild curls, bright grey-blue eyes, a medium-sized nose set in the middle of the slender, angled face. The sea-grey eyes gleamed with excitement as they traveled down to the crimson fabric he was wearing. It was a uniform. But to him, it was so much more than that. It was his future. One where he was a member of the Starfleet Academy.

Beaming ecstatically while adjusting the shirt, the intelligent mind was already racing ahead to what adventures his life might hold now that he was enlisted. On board one of the many sleek and powerful Starfleet ships sailing through space, seeing the far reaches of the galaxy. Meeting new people constantly. Maybe even a touch of danger. And perhaps, if he was lucky, he'd be able to work upon the U.S.S Enterprise.

Shaking his head to clear it of daydreams that couldn't possibly happen if he didn't get moving, he turned away from the mirror to take one final look around his small room. Partly to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything… and partly because he wasn't sure when he'd be seeing it again.

After determining he had everything he needed, he left the room he had lived and grown up in, moving quietly down the stairs. He was just thinking that he was going to make it down the stairs and out the front door without being detected when the last step squealed loudly in protest.

"Pavel!" came a woman's cry and the boy grimaced slightly while stepping off the staircase. In a flurry of fabric and tears, a woman shot into the entrance room and threw her arms around Pavel. "You do not have to do zis!" she sobbed "Please my son, don't go!"

Heart and stomach constricting at seeing his mouth so distraught, Pavel returned the embrace, though not as tightly "Don't cry Mama, eet will be alright!" But I must go, I want to do zis!"

The lined face was wet with tears as she looked up at her son "But your father will be furious when he finds out you are doing zis instead of carrying on ze family business!"

Pavel felt his heart breaking slightly because he knew it was true. In fact, his father would likely disown him. But it was his dream and he couldn't-… wouldn't let anything stand in his way. Even family. "I must Mama."

"But what if you get keeled on one of those terrible wessels?! What if I lose you Pavel?" wailed the shaking woman.

"Nothing will happen to me Mama, I promise you zis. But I must go." Gently breaking away from his sobbing mother, he gave her one final kiss on the head.

Then with that, Pavel Chekov left the house he called home.


Author's Note: I felt that Chekov needed a focus story because he's adorable and he hadn't been in any of the stories yet. Sorry about the terrible attempt at Russian dialogue though. :[

Oh, and this is just a speculation on Chekov's leaving home might have gone, I've no idea if it's at all accurate. So forgive me.