Minor swear words. nothing major.
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Chapter 8: That's What you Get
I bet you never would guess I write poetry. I bet you never guessed I had a thing for Russians either.
Well the poetry thing was true. The Russian thing, kind of.
Anyway, the good news came to me while I was writing my poem called Fate*.
Chekov came running into my quarters, a bunch of happy words that I couldn't understand. I only heard a bunch of words in Russian. I really should learn how to speak more Russian.
"Whoa Pavel, English please." I said laughing. If he was happy about something I could be to.
He had to repeat his statement slowly in the correct language.
"So you're parents are all right then?"
"Da,Da of course. And zere is something else I must tell you to."
"Okay…"
"For our next shore leave we are returning to earth…"
"…And you want me to come with you to Russia?"
"Yes. And Becky too." He beamed like a five year old with a new toy.
"Okay. But it won't be for a while right? I mean we're still on our way to… what was it, Flyspeck*"
"Da. I know. It might be a month or two but I vanted to tell you."
"Does Becky know?"
"Nyet. Ve tell her next." He took my hand and pulled me happily toward Becky's room, which was connected to mine.
I stopped, suddenly suspicious. "Wait a minute… Why aren't you still in Sickbay?" He tried to give me puppy dog eyes. I was proud that I didn't fall for it.
I faked a gasp. "You evil little Russian you! You broke out! Again! All right that's it. We'll tell Becky then you're coming back to sickbay with me."
I heard Becky laughing on the other side of the door. I banged my fist against the door and she cried out in surprise.
"Not funny!" She said when she finally decided to join the party.
"Did you hear what he wanted you to?" I asked her as she pulled her hair back to get ready for the night shift.
"Uh-huh."
"So… you eavesdrop often?" I asked her out of the blue.
"Only when I'm bored and when you two are alone." She sounded serious, but I learned over time she had horrible sarcasm.
I tsked her. "Well I'll see you on the bridge. I have to take this jailbird back to his nice comfortable prison cell." Chekov sighed. I elbowed him.
"Wait." Becky left the room to retrieve something. When she returned she had a wicked evil grin, the item hidden from our view.
"Now… I know you're still kind of in bad shape," She started toward Chekov, "But I have something any Russian in space would totally die for."
Becky pulled the bottle of clear liquid from behind her back.
I had to hold Chekov back from Becky and the bottle of vodka.
"Vhat are you getting at?" He asked after he stopped struggling to take it. Anyone would have guessed from the way Becky smiled she wanted something in return.
"A bet." If possible, her smile widened. I sighed loudly. I was great at poker but horrible when it came to this kind of chance.
"I bet you this bottle of Vodka that you can't go a week without complaining about being stuck in Sickbay."
"Deal."
"And if you lose?"
"I don't know." He said.
"How about… you say the rumor I started was true and you're dating Jenny." Becky suggested.
"Fine—."
"WHAT?" I screeched. "Why'd you always have to bring me into this?" I asked Becky angrily.
"Don't vorry. I von't lose."
"Whatever… Come on." I dragged him by the arm down to the last place he would ever want to go, and the last place he would be able to complain about.
About five hours after Becky's shift had started, it was time for me to be on the Bridge. Yippee. Not that I didn't like what I did. I loved being a Navigator. It's just that the Captain was always hitting on the women on the Bridge. I mean, honestly, wouldn't you be scared if he started chasing after a 13-year-old girl* for kicks?
Anyway the Bridge was still in a frenzy after what had happened to me the other day. They knew the person was still on board. There were security personnel all over the more deserted areas of the ship, watching for apprehensive people.
I let Riley leave for the day, taking his place.
I knew already today was going to suck.
My head was beginning to hurt as soon as I looked toward the view screen's dark luminary display. I sat slouched in my seat, ignoring Becky, who tried urgently to get my attention.
"Psssst" She whispered for the fifth time.
"What? For Gods sake Becky!" I hissed at her.
" You, me, and the Captain are going planet side. He wanted me to tell you." She pointed at Kirk accusingly. Kirk gave us a creepy smile just like one of Academy Teachers always did. I shuddered at the thought. Meanwhile, my headache worsened slightly.
I continued running all the scanners, looking for anyone who might be out floating in space. I found nothing of course. That would be too much fun. I did pick up reading from the planet as expected. We were all little off course, so I realigned our position slightly.
"Whoa. I had totally missed that." Sulu muttered after he realized what I had fixed.
I shrugged. "Not really a big deal. Only a couple hundred kilometers off."{(A/N sounds like a lot but it isn't in space)}
"So I heard about the bet." Sulu said conversationally. I mentally slapped Becky, who I heard snickering 5 feet away.
"Yeeaaaahhh. I got pulled into it. I didn't want anything to do with it."
Sulu laughed at me.
I snorted angrily, being completely serious. "I don't understand why men are so stupid." I grumbled.
I could see the planet quite well now. It was a small tiny thing. I started getting ready to enter the planets orbit.
"Entering planets orbit… now, Captain." I said.
"Well done Ensign. You two, follow me. Spock you have the conn." Becky and I followed the Captain to the main Transporter room, where we were handed a tricorder, a phaser, a communicator, and a translator.
"Why are we going down sir?" I asked as we each stepped onto our own pads.
"Just a routine check. We've been here before." His eyes seemed to sparkle at the memory.
"Energize, Scotty."
My particles disassembled from the Transporter room and rearranged to show me—
-burned fields and smoldering masses of things I've never seen before. Immediately we all pulled out phasers.
"Eeeeek!" I squeaked when someone tackled me. I tried to scramble up and about but I couldn't seem to move against the weight holding me down.
Suddenly I felt free. I jumped up immediately, just seeing as Kirk threw a romulan over his shoulder. Two more bared down on Becky, who fought until she had gone down. I cried out in worry, trying to reach her. The two ganged up on Kirk and me. Kirk, of course, tried valiantly to keep them away. I hated the fact that Kirk thought of us women as weak. One managed to kick my legs out from under me. I landed with a gasp, losing all the air in my lungs. My arms were pulled behind me. Angrily, I blew the hair out of my face and kicked. The romulan made a funny noise and sank to his knees. I spun onto my back and with another kick knocked him over.
Kirk was still struggling with his own attacker but had it somewhat under control. I ran over to Becky, checking her pulse and making sure she was breathing.
She was out cold and had multiple cuts but was otherwise healthy.
The romulan twisted Kirk away, throwing him to the ground. For a second Kirk was still, then he jerked upright painfully. He yelled to me, "Call the Enterprise. Now!"
The romulan silenced Kirk with another blow.
"Enterprise! Come in. Emergency beam up!"
Just before we were whisked away, Kirk shoved the romulan back to keep him out of the transporter beam.
Later that day...
"So." Johnna asked me sometime later. "Is it true? You really are dating him."
I gritted my teeth and replied, "Yes." The only reason I was here in Sickbay was because of Becky and her overwhelming ability to receive injury. She had a broken rib that needed fixing. Personally, she needed to suffer for this unwanted torture she was putting me through. If only he had never taken that stupid bet. But that's Chekov for you. Besides, I think any sane Russian would kill for a good bottle of vodka. I elbowed Chekov. "Isn't that right, dear?"
"You bet honey." He leaned over to kiss me lightly on the cheek. If he had down that while we were alone I would have beat the shit out of him. Instead I kept up the charade and pretended to laugh happily.
Becky struggled to keep her own laughing in check.
"Well, love, I have to go work so I'll see you later." Much, much, much later, after I had locked myself in my room and had a mental breakdown. I gave him a stiff hug and walked away from all the snickering.
Chekov owed me big time.
The way people stared when I arrived on the Bridge made me wanna kill some one. Especially Kirk. He smiled like he had a dirty little secret and thought it was funny.
Damn him and his 'gotta catch um all'* attitude toward women.
By the end of my shift I wanted to smash my head off the panel in front of me.
When Chekov came to take over our station, I made a point of kissing him, right in front off Kirk just to shut him the hell up. Weren't any of the other women on the Bridge absolutely sick off him? At all?
The look on every ones face was that of absolute shock.
Surprising Chekov was even allowed out of Sickbay already. Oh, well.
I smiled, thinking smugly, That's what you get when you let your heart win* to many times. Even if they weren't human.
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okay yet another chapter up. They're were four of these little thingies, so here they are in order you saw them.
I do not own Pokemon or Paramore. Nor do I own Chekov (I wish)
*I actually did write that. I will put it up for anyone who wants to see it
*from the episode "Miri" the girl playing Miri is actually Gene Roddenberry's daughter.
*A reference to Pokemon if anyone has ever played it
*That's What You Get, a song sung by the band Paramore
Well thx and comment LLAP -\\/