It was the next morning that Pavel realised he'd got the Captain's key card. The one you needed to get food. He pulled on his boots, not caring that he was in his running tracksuit from his run, and ran to the Captain's room. He knocked on the door. "Captain, Captain," he called.
"What's wrong Pavel?" Kirk called back.
"I hawe your key card. I zink I picked vrong one at lunch yesterday."
"Oh well come in then. You've got the card."
Pavel scanned the card and walked in. "Vhere vill my card be?" He asked before noticing the captain. The captain was half under the bed as if trying to find something. When a boot flew out and hit Pavel's leg he guessed it had been found however the Captain didn't move. Well, didn't move out from under the bed, he did wriggle around a bit. "Vould you like some help Captain?"
"Yes," Kirk answered. Pavel crouched to the floor and tugged at Kirk's feet. It took a while but he managed to get Kirk out, falling over in the process. Kirk rolled onto his back and lifted his head to see Pavel.
"I guess it's a good job you had my key card then Pav," Kirk smiled.
"Aye Captain."
"Please call me Jim, after all we are in my room."
"Okay, Cap- Jim. My card?"
"Oh yeah, it'll be on the shelf above the bed," Kirk replied standing to get it. "Dammit." He shouted as he knocked it off and it ended up under the bed.
"May I adwise not crawling under to get it," Pavel smiled, he'd moved onto his knees and had an idea. He crawled across to the Captain's bed and stretched an arm across it.
"What are you doing Pav?"
"My arm vill reach see," Pavel answered, his arm stretched across the Captains bed and touched the wall at the other side.
"Okay then you get the card, and I'll get you if you get stuck."
Pavel reached under the bed, got the card and slid out no problem. It had only taken a minute but that was all that was needed for the captain to decide that Pavel Chekov was his favourite Ensign.
"Well," Kirk started, "I'm headin' for breakfast now I 'ave two boots. You comin'?"
"Vhat? Vearing zis." Chekov asked motioning to his running clothes. A thin white shirt and some three-quarter shorts along with his regulation, uniform boots.
"Yeah you'll be fine."
"My room is on ze vay, it'll only take minute."
"Fine," The Captain gave in. He really wanted breakfast with Pavel.
Pavel welcomed him into the room, grabbed both uniform shirts, one black, one yellow, and his trousers.
"One minute. Da," he smiled to Kirk and disappeared into the bathroom. He threw off the running stuff and threw on his uniform in record time. So quick he didn't notice that his over shirt was back to front. He left the running stuff on the floor and headed out.
"Pavel," Kirk laughed.
"Da. Vhat is funny?"
"Your top. It's back to front."
Pavel looked down. Then pulled the top over his head, turned it the right way out (it was inside out after taking it off) and put it back on the right way round. "Time for breakfast."
Once sat down Kirk said, "I guess it's a good job I was with you then."
"Vhy? Because of top? If you veren't rushing me I'd hawe got it right way round. Usually hawe ten minutes dressing not one."
"Ten minutes," Kirk exclaimed, "How's it take that long? I have like two. Pick up clothes, take old clothes off, put clean ones one, put old in laundry basket."
"You hawe laundry basket? I don't. I pick up clozes, check for creases on zem, iron if creased, take old clozes off, put new ones on, fold old clozes nicely," Pavel explained, "I don't like mess."
"Organised mess isn't too bad," Kirk responded.
"Different topic but how'd your boot get under bed?" Pavel asked.
"Long story," Kirk answered.
"Ve hawe long time, it is ten hundred ve are not on until twelwe hundred," Pavel replied, intrigued.
"Well," Kirk pondered, "I kicked my shoes off in the middle of my room. Then kicked them to my bed but I kicked that one a bit too hard." Now it was Pavel's turn to laugh.
"I once got boot stuck under bed," Pavel smiled, "I vas doing crab bend and vhen I laid down got foot stuck. I had to take foot out of boot to get it out."
"Crab bend? What's a crab bend."
"I show you," Pavel declared. The restaurant was mostly empty. Pavel lay on the floor, bent his knees and arms and pushed up. "You look like crab see." Pavel set himself down and went back to his seat.
"You will have to teach me how to do that," Kirk decided.
"Okay, meet in my room eighteen hundred after shift," Pavel decided, "You remember code, da?"
"Urm no," Kirk confessed, "I know the override though."
"Override vill be recorded, code is KRIKT," Pavel explained.
Kirk wrote it on his arm and they both headed off to start their shift.