Helllllooooo! I apologize for not updating, I really do, but writers block plagued me. In the end, I decided to just not write the party. Sad, I know, but trust me. If I had written it in it's entirety, it wouldn't have been very good. If it becomes necessary to the story line, I will write flashbacks, but I can't think of when they would be necessary. Anyhows, lets answer some reviews.
The Sorceresses' Apprentice: You're very welcome! Again, apologies for the slow update, but I just couldn't write. But here it is now!
Katiesgotagun: While your username frightens me a little (if I ever post a cliffhanger or kill a character for instance, I don't really want my readers to have guns handy), I appretiate you reading my story. Here's more, and I hope you don't use that gun of yours on me.
Joanna: As previously explained, writing that party was just not possible. If it ever just comes to me out of no where, I'll write it separately to the story and post it for sure. My apologies.
Guest who talks about Pavel making them happy: It makes me happy too. (: I'm sorry I couldn't add any of his Russian adorableness in this chapter, but I'll be sure to add tons in the chapters following. Thank you for reading!
Okay, I'm done for this first AN. Enjoy chapter five!
After about a day of partying (James Tiberius Kirk, Vienna decided, was crazier than she thought), the now officially eighteen year old woman sitting in the bedroom of her best friend was exhausted. She had never partied harder in her life, and had prided herself on not letting a sip of alcohol touch her lips. Despite her obvious tiredness, Vienna Audra King couldn't sleep to save her life.
But that was okay, because neither could Pavel. The two were happy to sit up and relax on Pavel's bed and talk. Nothing of importance, really, but enough to keep them entertained in their borderline delirious state of sleep deprivation. Which wasn't hard, honestly.
"And that's how I discovered Karu's secret love for The Avengers comics." Pavel finished dramatically, making Vienna laugh.
"Yeah, I noticed his pajama pants when everyone came and got me out of the Med Bay…" Vienna's voice trailed off as she remembered the events leading up to her leaving the Med Bay. "Pav?"
"Hm?" Was the sleepy reply.
"What was it that you said to me before we left? In Russian?"
Whatever physical movements of Pavel's that made it look like he was tired were gone now. "What?" He asked calmly.
"You said something to me in Russian. You said 'Happy Birthday', but then you said something else. What was it?" Vienna was glad she hadn't forgotten, but wished that she had remembered when she was talking to Nyota, because she was positive that even if Pavel didn't stall, he would probably lie to her. And the two both knew that she could tell when he was lying to her.
"Uh.." Pavel froze. He had hoped she had forgotten. Now that the time was here, and there was no denying it, even the Russian man had to admit now would be the opportune time to tell her how he felt, he wasn't sure if he wanted to tell her.
Vienna raised her eyebrows, suspicious. Pavel knew from experience that she was officially not going to let this go. He was most definitely in trouble now, if he wasn't before. "I was just saying Happy Birthday in Russian." He lied. Vienna had to give him credit; he had gotten better at lying. But it still hurt that he was lying to her. She could point out the fact that he had kissed her cheek, but that wouldn't be a very important detail. Vienna couldn't exactly claim that this kiss on the cheek was different from every other kiss on the cheek, because he could call her crazy without even having to confirm nor deny that it was different.
But it was totally different, she knew for sure. All of his other kisses on the cheek felt brother-sister like, because that's what they were. This one wasn't, though. It was the kind of kiss she saw couples give each other because there were either people around and one or both people were embarrassed, or they didn't have the time to be truly intimate. Vienna knew she couldn't call out Pavel's lie without using the kiss as evidence, not if she wanted to win.
"You realize I know when you lie to me, right?" Vienna blurted. Crap! She hadn't meant to say that at all! In fact, she had just made up her mind to change the subject! Great, now she was in for it.
Looking at Pavel, she laughed a little bit to herself. He had fallen asleep. She resisted the urge to run her fingers through his messy curls, just to see if they really were as soft as they looked. He looked more peaceful in his sleep, so much more calm than the ecstatic-about-everything, high on energy man she saw during the day. More handsome, in a way. He was handsome before, of course, but he looked so...so... Wait on a second, Vienna, handsome? She shook her head, immediately getting rid of those thoughts and putting her mind back on track. Where was she? Oh, that's right.
She was glad, in a way, that he had fallen asleep. She hadn't started an argument like she feared she did, but Vienna really did want to know what it was he had said. Once again, she reminded herself at the wrong time to ask Nyota. She would have to remember what it was that he had said first. Vienna cringed, then calmed down a little. She was a genius after all, so it wouldn't be hard, right?
Vienna was too busy living in her mind trying to recall exactly what it was Pavel had said to her to notice that she was falling asleep, too. Not caring at that particular moment that she was in Pavel's bed and could just as easily walk to her room, just an elevators ride and a few doors down away, she curled up in Pavel's arms and slept. Sometime during that night (morning?) his arms had curled around her waist, and her head was buried in his chest in between her hands, breathing in his crisp mountain scent that Vienna still didn't know how he smelled like, seeing as there weren't exactly mountain ranges on a starship in deep space, and the two were facing each other, their legs intertwined.
And that was how Hikaru Sulu found them the next day. And because he was an older brother to both Vienna and Pavel, and also because he just couldn't resist, he took a picture with his PADD, smirking evilly. "Oh, Pavel Chekov, you will have hell to pay if you tell me that you two still aren't together." He muttered, leaving the two to their sleep and heading back to the bridge, where a very curious Captain Kirk awaited the news of where his navigator was.
"Captain, I found Chekov." Hikaru reported, walking next to The Chair, the hands behind his back holding his PADD.
"I don't see him, Mr. Sulu."
"Sir, I think you might want to see this instead." The Asian man replied, handing his device over, opened to the photo of Vienna and Pavel.
Kirk burst out laughing, and for a moment, Hikaru was genuinely worried that he might stop. "Excellent work, Mr. Sulu. Any news on the actual relationship, other than the fact that they're pretty much sleeping together without having sex?" He asked after a few more moments, attracting the attention of everyone on the bridge, who had tried not to pry at Kirk's uncontrollable laughter (actually a common occurrence, surprisingly on and off the bridge), but were now curious to see who the Captain and Sulu were speaking about.
Hikaru winced. He didn't want to be the one to deliver this news to the Captain, who had worked so hard behind the scenes to get the two young people's relationship to work. "I'm not sure that they're actually dating yet, but I'll question Chekov when he wakes up."
Kirk's laughter and smile turned into mock seriousness in an instant. "Use any forms necessary, Mr. Sulu." He ordered, focusing his intense blue gaze on the other man.
"Yes, sir." Hikaru nodded once.
"Ferocious tickling is usually frowned upon due to its torturous results to the tickle-ee, but let's just say that if a certain Russian man won't talk, I'd look the other way if some were to happen." The Captain informed him, causing a lieutenant at the bridge to snicker.
Hikaru kept himself serious, not even his mouth twitched to betray how much he was laughing on the inside. "And pillow fights, sir?"
"I expect pillow wars, Mr. Sulu. You are dismissed to your work station." Kirk smiled at Hikaru's mock military march to his station. "Now," he asked lazily, "Should we have Mr. Chekov's ass for missing his shift?"
So there wasn't any Russian, but I still think it was cute. I forgot to mention earlier, I have a brand new laptop from Christmas, and now will be able to post way more often, assuming I don't get writers block or a bad internet connection once I get back home (I'm on vacation). Anyhows, happy belated holidays to all of you, and thank you for reading this chapter and the ones before it of Accidentally in Love. By the way, at the end of this story (it's not going to be any time soon, I can assure you), I'm going to be posting the lyrics to the song that inspired the title of this story. I think it's going to be a nice addition to the end that I have planned out already, and I hope you'll like it.
Now, reviews? Pretty pretty pretty please? PS. Thank you so, so much for all the continued support from all of you, because without you, I would probably have abandoned this story a few chapters ago. Thank you. Also, it's currently 2 AM, so if you could excuse bad writing, I would be grateful. I'm eventually going to be updating all previous chapters to change grammar and such, but today is not that day. Reviews? What did you like, what didn't you like? So on and so forth. You know the drill.