Chapter 2 - Friendly chats

So I was thinking of changing the name of the story, I think it's really long winded. What do you think? I dunno, let me know! 3 followers! Woohoo, thank you so much :)

Anyway, on with the story.

"Captain on the bridge!" Kirk strolled across the control room with a smug smile on his face. He had just returned to the ship from a successful mission on Planet Adumh. There were a couple of Gorns causing havoc amongst the citizens of Adumh. Attempted genocide, that sort of thing. Lucky we got the distress signal in time, we were only a short distance away, so were able to foil their plan quick enough.

When Kirk, Uhura, Spock and Bones (Dr. McCoy) were beamed down by Scotty, the crew, bar a select few, had nothing to do but wait until they returned with the prisoners. I took this time to catch something small to eat in the canteen. I hadn't made breakfast that morning, I woke up late.. again. I dont know what it is about being here, I just haven't been able to sleep well at all. Maybe it's something to do with the shift in location or something. I'm sure I'll get over it quick enough. I checked my communicator for any messages from people back home; nothing. Not really surprised, I may have come off a bit harsh on my mother, warning her not to call when I'm working, it's embarressing. I take it back now though. I grabbed a bowl of cereal and some fruit. The fruit here was suprisingly tasty, we had our own plantations on board. Mini farms, growing our food. They're usually used for long journeys,but I was never told how long I would be working here. If I was, I don't remember. I didnt really want to stop this journey either. I jumped as I sat down, Chekov was standing in the doorway with a shy smile.

"I am sorry, I didnt mean to frighten you Sarah." He admitted.

"It's ok.. I'm very jumpy anyway. It's annoying really."

"Can I get you anything to drink?"

"No I'm fine, thanks."

He walked over to the drink dispenser and got himself a rather small glass of water. He awkwardly walked back towards the door. Slightly pausing and then moving again, as if rather unsure of what to do. He stared at his glass as he walked, it was clear he wasn't thirsty and just wanted an excuse to come in.

"Do you mind if I sit down?" He blurted out with a breath, as if he was holding it in for a while.

"No not at all."

I ate my food in silence as Chekov looked around, looking forcefully facinated by the decor. I caught his eye and smiled. We seem to do a lot of that around eachother.

"So tell me, where does that fantastic accent hail from?" I asked, interested in his backround, and bored with the silence.

"I am from Russia, Моршанск; a small town near the city. I'm glad to be out of there though, this is much more fun." I had suspected he was from Russia, didn't want to be rude and assume, but my god when he said his town name in that accent... "What about your very posh accent?"

"Me?!" I laughed. "I am far from posh, I grew up in Slough; just outside London City, not exactly a posh area. I'm so excited to be here though, much better than that damned graffiti on the walls." I hated talking about where I grew up. I'm fine with mentioning it, but going into detail, no. Too many bad things happened there for me to speak of it, especially with someone I just met.

Chekov nervously chuckled. "Yes we have the writing on the walls too back home, very artistic I think."

"I suppose if you look at it that way it is. But I'd rather people express themselves through poetry or art, not defacing the scenery."

The atmosphere was getting slightly tense at our opposing opinons so I changed the subject quickly.

"When did you join Starfleet?" I asked.

"Uh when I was seventeen. About seven years ago now."

Holy crap he was twenty four. I'm only twenty myself. Although he wasn't that much older, I still felt a thrill liking an older guy.

"You joined that young? Wow."

"Yes, you could say I'm.. very talented at what I do, amongst other... activities." His beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as his mouth made a small mishevious smile. With that look on his face, I just couldn't. My mouth slightly parted and my beathing became slightly shallow. Oh my god, was he coming on to me? No, he just made a reference to his work.. didnt he? My gut chose to believe that he was making an attempt to flirt, so I panicked and nervously cleared my throat. His face turned me on.. am I that easy?

"Uh yeah, I'd say so." I jumped up and placed my used cutlery and bowl in the sink, I quickly washed them out and placed it with the others. "We should uh.. get to work, they'll be back any second."

"Yeah, we should." Chekov replied, giving me a humorous look on his face.

"What?" I protested.

"Nothing..." He chuckled and walked ahead of me.

I swear he was trying to kill me with that ass of his.