NAME: As Long As We're Together
RATING: PG
FANDOM: Star Trek Reboot
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Pavel Chekov, Montgomery Scott, James T. Kirk, Spock, Leonard McCoy, Hikaru Sulu, Gaila, Nyota Uhura, Christine Chapel | slight Scotty/Chekov and Uhura/Spock, if you squint and do a couple splits.
GENRES: Romance/Humor/Family/Fantasy
SUMMARY: When Pavel Chekov is orphaned as a small child, he is taken in by a mismatched band of children and their den-father, James T. Kirk, a jobless sea-captain.
PROMPT: 46: Family
WARNINGS: No accents, poor people, small children, fluff without much plot, really. Dabble-y.
AU: Slightly Dickinsonian. Meaning everyone in this story is poor, orphaned, but totally happy with each other. This is in a xenophobic, steampunk-ish, industrial world. I made up the ages of everyone, though Chekov is still the youngest.

Chekov was only ten when he father and mother were killed. In their small village, there was a terrible attack by the police, eradicating everyone of foreign descent. Chekov's parents were second generation Russian, and so they were amongst the first killed. Chekov was only saved by tagging along with a family friend, a girl of African descent who was about eight years older than him.

Now they were in London town, orphaned and alone, with no food or water. Nyota, as the girl was called, wouldn't let Pavel out of her sight as they wandered the streets, looking for morsels of food in dumpsters outside restaurants and sleeping under the stars or under newspapers when it was wet outside.

"I'm so sorry," Uhura said, adjusting her hat over her ears as the rain poured down one particularly nasty night.

"Stop apologizing," the little ten-year-old replied, cuddling close to his friend under the thin blanket they had found.

There was a sudden flash and Pavel and Nyota looked up to see a boy holding a torch. He was pale, about Nyota's age, with slick black hair and ears that pointed slightly. "Oi!" he called, putting a fingerless-gloved hand to his mouth to call the others, "I found the newbies!"

Nyota was suddenly standing, bringing Pavel up with her, a protective stance tensing her body.

"Settle down, girl," a new voice said. Another face popped up, dirty and darker skinned than his companion. The complexion was rather lighter than Uhura's dark face, though… maybe he was from the Orient. He wore a hat like a train-conductor, and was chewing on a piece of grass. "We ain't gonna hurt you. You look like orphans, and since we are too, we just want to look out fer ya."

The rest of the other orphans came up next: a beautiful girl with tanned skin and dark red curls. She was wearing a long trench coat over a tattered grey dress. There was a grumpy looked boy with brown hair and brown eyes, who was carrying a medical case and was wearing dorky-looking suspenders. The other boy couldn't be more than fourteen, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He wore a large overcoat and baggy khaki pants, and he was dragging along a toolbox. The leader was a man of about 24, with blond hair (although with all the mud, you couldn't really tell), blue eyes, and a content smirk on his face.

"Who… who are you?" Uhura asked, still in front of her little charge.

"We're family now," the older man said. "I take in any ragamuffin on the streets and we take the streets by storm. We steal food and sleep on a very special ship that I own…"

"I'm Spock, this is Gaila—" about the curly-haired girl, "—Len—" about the grumpy looking male with the first-aid kit, "—Hikaru—" the Asian, "—and Scotty."

Scotty, the one with the toolbox, looked at the older male, "And that's Cap'm Kirk, our guardian. Nothing to worry about, miss, see?" he said.

Uhura relaxed a little when she saw they would rather tell them their names than attack. "I'm Nyota, and this is Pavel."

Pavel showed himself, and Scotty blinked, suddenly getting a little uncomfortable. "How old is he?" he asked.

"Ten sir," Pavel replied politely.

Gaila grinned, "I'm twelve. Get over yourself, Scotty," she said, glaring at the brunet. If looks could kill, Gaila would have probably killed Scotty, resurrected him, and killed him again.

"Welcome to the family, children," Kirk said, putting his hand out to Uhura, who shook it. "We may be a bunch of ragamuffins, but as long as we're together, we're happy has clams at high noon."