NAME: Hobby-Horse (or, Why Pavel Chekov Should Learn A Little Tact)
RATING: PG-13
FANDOM: Star Trek Reboot
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Pavel Chekov, Montgomery Scott, Leonard McCoy, Christine Chapel | hinted Scotty/Chekov (sexual tension is fun to play with)
GENRES: General/Humor/CRACK
SUMMARY: He seems quite calm for a boy who grew up in an insane asylum. But when he does open his mouth, Scotty believes that he's totally off his rocker.
PROMPT: 12: Insanity; Ilse's line from Spring Awakening: "I'll set you on my little hobby-horse."
WARNINGS: Insanity, non-traditional fluff, white walls, interesting word-choices, orphan!Chekov, psychiatrist!Scotty, and normal!McCoy. Oh, and lots of references to Spring Awakening, A Very Potter Musical/Sequel and the actual plot of Star Trek. This is also very short, but not enough to be called a drabble… I don't think.
AU: Back when they threw people in white-walled rooms and sometimes strapped them to beds. AKA Insane asylum setting.
"Dr. Scott… its time for you to see how Mr. Chekov is doing," the nurse at the front desk said.
It was another rainy day, and Montgomery "Scotty" Scott was stuck inside, thank goodness. The only problem was that he was a psychiatrist in the loony bin. Some of his patients had to be seen only in their room because they needed to be strapped to their beds. Others were fine to see him in his cushy office, as the only thing wrong with them was a slight twitch and talk of the end of the world.
But Pavel Andreyevich Chekov was a special case. From afar, he seemed normal. He was a tiny boy, about seventeen years of age but pale, scrawny, and very quiet. He hardly said anything, and he was put in the psychiatric ward because his parents couldn't get him to talk (a few months after placing him here, they died. Spooky coincidence, was all the Head doctor, Dr. McCoy, would tell his staff later). Mr. Chekov wasn't violent, nor was he twitchy. He was just quiet.
Dr. Scott had been gaining progress on the lad for a good two years now. The boy was now talking (an angelic sound to Dr. Scott's ears, for some odd reason), but he spoke in riddles and innuendoes that made even Dr. Scott blush.
"No one here is like me," Chekov had once said, smiling animatedly at Dr. Scott.
"And why is that, Pasha?" (Dr. Scott liked to call his patients by nicknames. It usually soothed them.)
"They're all dogs. They lap up their milk and leave it all around the bowl, not even savoring it," Pavel replied, as if it was fact, "Me? I'm a pussy-cat. I just… skim the cream…"
Dr. Scott made note of what the young boy had said, a little creeped out that the boy seemed to be coming on to him. He quickly changed the subject, and the boy seemed to go back into his own world, babbling, really, about some fictional character who traversed the stars on a spaceship. A nice fantasy, but total rubbish.
It had been, now, three years since Dr. Scott and Pavel had been seeing each other. He could talk loads now, mostly about his thoughts, because he wasn't allowed anything more. Dr. Scott thought it might even be time for Pavel to go out into the world. He would be paired with a nurse from the hospital until he could do things right, but otherwise… he should be fine.
If he didn't talk much to other people.
He still had a small habit of going off and talking about spaceships and people being dogs or cats of pigs or rabbits. Dr. Scott had suggested he keep a journal, and Pavel took his advice. Pavel was to be paired with a young nurse by the name of Christine, and they were to live in a small flat in the inner city. For now, Pavel would be a secretary (there were male secretaries!) at a local law firm, and then, maybe in a few more years, Pavel could be left alone to go to college or something.
The last day in the hospital, Pavel had one more session with Dr. Scott. It seemed normal until:
"I could have been your greatest adventure," Pavel said matter-of-factly.
"Excuse me?" Dr. Scott asked, blushing at the implcations.
"I'll set you on my hobby-horse and rock you back and forth," Pavel replied, not even blinking for a few minutes.
The silence was awkward, but soon ended. "When I'm free, Dr. Scott. Please come visit me? Then you could travel the world within my lips…"
Dr. Scott wasn't sure if he should get a restraining order or just forget about the whole thing. "You'll need to learn a little tact, first."