NAME: Birthday Wishes
RATING: PG
FANDOM: Star Trek Reboot
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Pavel Chekov, Montgomery Scott, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Hikaru Sulu, Spock, James T. Kirk, Nyota Uhura, Christine Chapel, Gaila, Cupcake (again, written here as Greg Harris), an OC | pre-slash Scotty/Chekov, Spock/Uhura, Hikaru/Gaila, Cupcake/OC unrequited Cupcake/Chekov
GENRES: Romance/Drama
SUMMARY: Now that Chekov is 18, he seems to have caught the eye of two men on the Enterprise.
PROMPT: 71: Obsession
WARNINGS: Slash, heterosexual pairings (whut?), OCs, Chekov being 'one of the girls.' Oh, and pretend Chekov and Scotty have accents. I'm tired of transliterating them. Oh, and Cupcake gets some. Not like that, yeh perv.
AU: Gaila is on the USS Enterprise. Which means she's not dead.

Birthdays on Earth were big deals. Spock decided it was silly to celebrate them, but a good pat on the back was always necessary to keep morale with your fellow crew-members. But today was something special. An old world coming-of-age day for a certain Russian helmsman. Yes… Pavel Andreyevich Chekov was turning 18, which was a small feat for him, as sixteen was the intergalactic age of consent… but 18 was when he was considered a full fledged adult.

"Happy Birthday, Mr. Chekov," Spock said as the young helmsmen came on the bridge for duty. What? Just because it was the lad's birthday didn't mean he couldn't just blow off his duties as helmsman.

"Ooh… must be a special day if Mr. Spock's even commenting on it," one Hikaru Sulu said from the other side of the curly-haired genius.

Chekov chuckled, "If that's becoming an adult, then I think I like it," he said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Oi! What are you doing at the con, Mr. Chekov?" boomed a rather loud, rather girlish voice.

None other than the beautiful girl from Orion was standing at the lift door, her fists on her hips. Behind her stood her Armada: Nyota Uhura and Christine Chapel. They had adopted Pavel into their ranks; an honorary girl despite his missing X chromosome.

"I have duty, Gaila," Chekov replied, chuckling as the green girl gave her Asian boyfriend a kiss on the ear.

Uhura and Spock exchanged loving glances before she pulled Chekov up and called for an underling to take his spot. "We heard wind of a little double surprise for your birthday," Uhura replied. "Scotty wants to see you for… something."

Chekov raised one eyebrow as he was half-dragged along into the hull of the ship. Christine took the rear, Gaila took one of Chekov's hands, and Uhura had the other tight in her perfectly manicured grip. As Chekov was pulled along, he wondered vaguely what Scotty could want with him.

Several naughty thoughts entered the now eighteen-year-old's mind and he forced himself to look forward at Gaila's beautiful curly red hair. "Something, huh?"

"Don't look at us," Uhura replied, shrugging, "We have no idea. He might just want to get into yet another discussion with you about transwarp theory or something. Then again, that's almost like love poetry to you two."

Chekov shook his head, "We're just friends, Nyota," he replied quickly, a light blush forming on his cheeks.

"Right, and I'm the Queen of Sheba," Nyota replied.

Gaila stopped them short, causing Chekov to bump into Gaila, Nyota to bump into Chekov, and Christine to hang her head in shame at her friends. Scotty was up on a ladder, fixing something. Gaila shook her lovely head and yelled up at the engineer, "Oi! You tell us to find the lad for you, and you're up there fiddling with hydrocarbons?"

"Not hydrocarbons, but yeah," Scotty replied, "You can release him, Lovelies."

That was the name for the Armada. The Lovelies. And somehow, Chekov was still one of them. They unhanded the birthday boy and whispered words of encouragement to the boy before they went off to do whatever they were originally doing before Scotty had given them the task of finding the Russian whizkid.

Scotty was climbing down, but Pavel was a little peeved, "What exactly are you up to, Mr. Scott?" he asked.

"Pavel, please. I told you could call me Scotty," Scotty said, jumping down off the ladder onto the structure below. Pavel was getting taller, because they could now talk to each other and not crane their necks either up or down. "Happy birthday."

"Is that all? Because you could have gone up to the bridge to tell me that," Pavel said, a small grin on his face.

"Yeah, but it would have embarrassed me to give you this with everyone watching," the older man said, holding up a little box.

Pavel took it and opened it. Inside was a tiny pin with the Russian flag on it. Chekov smiled at it. "You remembered."

"Fished it out of your desk drawer when we were back down at the Academy before this trip started. We left in such a hurry the first time that you forgot all about it," he said, "You're father's spirit can once again look after you."

Chekov threw his arms around the older male, "Thank you so much, Scotty. I thought I'd never see it again. Lost under something but… where did you find it?"

"Under the school-issued bed. It was lodged in a corner. Someone must have kicked it or dropped it, or it got moved until it fell under there. Just… keep it somewhere safe this time, all right?" Scotty asked, "Nearly killed me when you started crying about losing it."

Scotty was blushing from Chekov's sudden hug, but the smaller boy had unhanded him and was putting the lid of the small box back and slipping it in his pocket. "No one's ever gotten me a present before. Birthdays are old world celebrations now…"

Scotty shrugged, "Naw. Today's special. You're an adult now. Dr. McCoy can't judge you by your age anymore."

Pavel nodded, "I guess so. I can make my own decisions without people looking at me weirdly. I can go my own way. People can stop treating me as if I was a very small, weak child."

Scotty nodded, "That they can. You're a smart, strong young man, Pavel. Now that your eighteen… perhaps… you and I can…" he was having issues, and the more he stuttered, the less he noticed another form spying on the two from behind a dilithium chamber.

He could have gone in for the kill now. The girls had done their job by bringing him down. Greg Harris watched the exchange with a jealous air. That could have been him. But no. James Fucking Kirk had to give him the worst nickname ever and render the security guard useless to anyone on the bridge. No one could even look at him without grinning.

But none of them weren't who he wanted. He wanted Chekov. Since his first broadcast back when Vulcan had called for them, when the Russian whizkid had announced why the hell they were going into warp to help a peaceful planet from a natural disaster, Greg "Cupcake" Harris had been in love with him. Now that the kid was eighteen, he had hoped the other would have reciprocated the security guard's feelings. But Montgomery Fucking Scott had gotten to the boy first. If only Cupcake had actually paid attention in that class about Transwarp Theory.

So when it looked like Scotty was about to ask the kid out on a little date (or something), Cupcake balked and came out from his hiding place, "Mr. Scott! Something's wrong with dilithium chamber number 34"—which was on the other side of the hull—"and you're the only one who can figure it out!"

Scotty looked a little peeved that his moment with the birthday boy was ruined by the lunkhead of a security officer, but nodded and told the younger male to find him later. As he was leaving, Greg watched Chekov's face fall a little before he moved to leave.

"Wait, Mr. Chekov," Greg said, grabbing the younger boy's hand.

Chekov turned to the security officer and smiled at him politely, a slight gleam behind his green-brown eyes. "Can I help you, Mr. Harris?" he asked.

"I just wanted to tell you…" Oh god, the kid gave him butterflies every time he looked at him. "… Happy birthday."

"Thank you, Mr. Harris," Chekov replied smiling. "Now can I have my hand back?"

Greg noticed he still hand the younger male by the wrist. "Sorry about that…"

There was an awkward silence between the two before Chekov looked off in the distance and said, "If… if that is all then I should be on my way."

Greg had to keep the younger male around. If he didn't, then that damned Mr. Scott would get to the boy first, and Cupcake wouldn't let that happen… not when he had technically seen the Russian whizkid first. "No its not. I…" Now or never, Greg, "I… I love you."

Chekov's hazel eyes widened, "Mr… Mr. Harris. I'm… flattered. But I don't technically know you enough to accept and reciprocate those feelings…" he said gently.

Greg looked like a kicked puppy for a moment before he composed himself a little, "But… we went to the Academy together for so long…" Greg replied.

"Yes, but we never actually talked in any of the classes we had," Chekov replied. He knew he was breaking the other man's heart, so he sucked in his lips a bit and stood on his tippy-toes, placing to hands firmly on the other's broad shoulders before pecking him carefully on the mouth. All too soon it was over, and Chekov was back on his heels. "There are other people, though. I here Ms. Star is available…"

Cupcake looked passed Chekov at the aforementioned Draconian, watching her pretty golden eyes as they passed over him for a moment. She growled a little, making Cupcake's eyes widen.

"All right, she's a bit scary for a command officer," Chekov replied, remembering the goldshirt's disposition. "But you get what I'm saying, right? I thank you for flattering me, but I have my eyes on someone else."

Greg sighed, "I figured as much… And… good luck with him."

"Thank you," Chekov replied, smiling.

"Can you even get passed her deadly gaze?" Hikaru was asking, his arm slung over Gaila's shoulders limply. It was a few days after Chekov's birthday, and now there was a new couple among the Lovelies: Scotty and Chekov.

Hikaru, Gaila, Uhura, Chapel, Scotty, and Chekov were in a booth at a refueling station somewhere in an upper galaxy. Hikaru and Scotty had decided to join the Lovelies for a lunch, and the topic was of Greg Harris's shy proposal for him and a certain Draconian to 'go out sometime.' To which little Ms. Star had said yes to, quite to the redshirt's surprise.

"Maybe a little birdie told him to take a chance," Chekov replied. "I heard he had been pining after someone else for so long that he really couldn't look past that person."

"But… couldn't she incinerate you with her breath?" Scotty asked.

Chekov caught Cupcake's eye from across the room, and they gave each other a curt nod. Chekov turned back to his friends, "Only if you get her angry. And Mr. Harris doesn't mean to get anyone he's fond of angry," he replied, squeezing Scotty's hand under the table.