NAME: Tradition
RATING: PG
FANDOM: Star Trek Reboot
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Pavel Chekov & Montgomery Scott, mostly | pre-slash Scotty/Chekov.
GENRES: Romance/Humor
SUMMARY: Scotty needs to study for his final exams. Too bad Chekov has other ideas. Private school!verse. Semi-sequel to Prompt 82 (Can You Hear Me?)'s fic Let It Shine.
PROMPT: 74: Are You Challenging Me?
WARNINGS: Chekov's accent, Scotty's accent, tickle fights, pre-slash, fluff, and uniforms.
AU: High school fic. Set at St. Etoile's Academy. Scotty is a junior (going on senior year) and Chekov is a freshman (going on sophomore year).

Dorm-life. It was a bit hectic and messy, especially if you were kind of the prefect for your residence hall. Scotty was part of the Reds, which had a red flag, of course. The three main colors for St. Etoile's were the three primary colors. There were three main dorm halls, and the three colors really represented them. Scotty was part of the Reds, while his best friend (formally New Kid) was in the Golds. Other members of the Starstruck Crew were dispersed ranging from the Blues to the Golds to the Reds.

Final exams were just ending, and Scotty was just finishing his packing, only having his linens to put away, but he had two more nights in the dorms before he got on a plane. He was just paying the postage man who took the boxes to the post man and sent the boys' boxes all over the world, when his best friend, one Pavel Andreyevich Chekov came bounding up to him.

"All right zere, Scotty?" he asked, his Russian accent still thick despite being in California for seven months for school.

"Yeah," Scotty replied, grinning at his friend. Scotty had been one of the first people to befriend the freshman. His roommate, a fellow freshman, was the other: a Hikaru Sulu.

"Remember ve still hawe to sing for Graduation in a few days," Chekov reminded lightly. He and Scotty were in the Startstruck Crew, St. Etoile's glee club. "Remember ze rendition of ze graduation song," he added, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Most annoying thing ever. But Kirk and McCoy made it a duet for us, so it's pretty nice…" Scotty replied, shrugging.

"It's repetitive…" Pavel whined.

Scotty laughed, ruffling the younger boy's hair fondly, "It's tradition."

Chekov chuckled, "I vould not break tradition, as ve are ze most popular group on ze campus, da?"

Scotty nodded, "That we are," he said, "Speaking of which, I think we have another practice in a couple of hours, right?"

Chekov nodded, "Seven on ze dot. Or Len vill be wery angry at us…"

"He doesn't stay mad for long, lad," Scotty told him. They were silent for a moment. Then: "Want to come up to my room, Pasha?"

Pavel grinned, "You hawe one more exam tomorrow, da?" he asked, "Vouldn't I just get in ze vay?"

Scotty sighed, "But, Paa-vel!" he whined. Pavel shook his head: sometimes he felt like the upperclassman, when that was clearly Scotty.

"Fine. I'll come for a little vhile. Zen I vant you to study until rehearsal zis ewening."

Chekov loved the upperclassman rooms. They were upstairs, on the third and fourth floors of the residence dormitories. They were as comfy as the freshman and sophomore rooms down in the second and first floors, but there was something about being up high that made Chekov deliriously happy. He sat on Scotty's bed (which still had his linens and blanket on it, despite the bareness of the rest of the room) and watched as Scotty sheepishly lowered the lid of all of his luggage cases.

"Excited to go home?" Chekov asked.

"Yeah," his friend replied, "Spend some time with Dad at the shop, take care of me sister and brother. Maggie's five and Andrew's nine," Scotty replied, "Me parents realized that they wanted more children after me a little late."

Chekov laughed, "I'm an only child. Zough I might not be vhen I get home," he replied, chuckling.

Scotty laughed with him before sitting down at the edge of the bed. He felt odd if he put his feet up with Chekov on it. "I can't believe this time next year you guys will be singing the graduation song to me," Scotty said.

"And ze rest of your class," Chekov reminded.

"No, Pasha," Scotty said, sarcasm rearing its head behind those wild brown eyes, "I'm the only student graduating next year."

"If you vanted us to sing to you, all you had to do vas ask," Pavel replied, fluttering his eyes coquettishly.

Scotty gulped and turned away from the other, blushing slightly. Chekov saw this and crooked his head to the side, poking the other innocently in the side. Scotty let out a feverish giggle and Chekov had to cover his mouth from laughing. "Somebody's ticklish," he said, the laughter behind his eyes making Scotty blush deeper, if that was even possible for the seventeen-year-old.

Chekov leaned forward, shifting so he was on his knees and maybe a few inches taller than the older teen. He then poked Scotty in the side again, making the other jump back, putting his feet (finally) on the bed. Chekov continued poking Scotty in various spots on his chest, sides, and stomach, making the older boy laugh and squeak. For some strange reason, though, Scotty didn't seem to want to stop the younger boy.

Finally, the older boy retaliated, rather than stopped the younger boy all together, by catching the boy off guard by tickling Pavel's stomach. Pavel shrieked, thankful for the insulated dorm rooms before he continued attacking the older boy, only to get rolled over on his back by him.

Finally, they had to stop, to catch their breaths. They seemed comfortable, Scotty straddling the younger boy as they huffed and tried to gain a steady breathing rhythm back. Finally, Scotty noticed he was on top of Pavel and moved quickly, sitting at the edge of the bed.

After a few minutes: "I von," Pavel said, grinning.

"No you didn't," Scotty retorted, still flushed (from the thrill from the game or realizing he had just been straddling the younger boy, he wouldn't say). "I was… I pinned ya, okay?"

Chekov folded his arms over his chest and climbed off the bed. "Vell, maybe next year I'll vin," he said. "Or before our fall midterms? Ve can make it our own little tradition…" he said.

Scotty was silent, then: "Your on."

"Zen in zat case, you should study before we go on St. Etoile's stupid graduation tradition…" Chekov said, moving toward the door.

Scotty turned and nodded, smiling. "I bet ya I can pin ya again."

"Vhen fall midterms come around, ve shall see…" Pavel replied, his back turned as he waved a hand in the air, disappearing down the hall to his own residence hall.

And Scotty blushed again, putting his hands over his face before he pulled his French book over to study for his last exam of his junior year.

A/N: Don't forget to review and alert if you want to see more. (Oh, I'll continue to write these until all 100 are written even if you don't review... Gah! You get what I mean!)