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Some Chekov oneshots may update with more in the future
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A steady rythym pulsed through the soles of six pairs of feet standing at the mysteriously rhythmic mercy of familiar starship tile.
The command crew of none other than the Enterprise looked at each other with puzzled looks, a few unsaid theories passing between their minds.
Half an hour ago the group found themselves all doddling in boredom a while after their shift had ended. Someone suggested a poker game or some dinner or both, and before they knew it they were on a search for the only missing member of their group. And now outside his door they all felt suddenly a bit foolish.
"Maybe I should knock louder.", Uhura pondered aloud.
"Perhaps there are festivities being held inside.", suggested Spock.
Scotty and Sulu looked towards each other at the crazy idea. "And not tell us? The laddie wouldn't forget to invite us, no I dunna think et likely.", said the Scotsman quite surely with his hands behind his back.
"I didn't exactly peg him as a party animal.", Kirk said with an eyebrow up like his Vulcan counterpart.
"Why don't we just go in and find out. I for one would love to hear the explanation of why we're standing out here like forgotten about bozo's.", said Bones.
Kirk looked at him with a chuckle. "Bozo's?", he teased.
McCoy gave him a death glare as he often did. "Just open it!", he said annoyed.
Uhura and Spock were the only ones who almost stopped the somewhat unethical intrusion, but their curiosity prevaled.
The smooth door slid open as the upbeat music became clearer and the crews eyes looked and landed.
There in the middle of his quarters in just a tshirt and boxer shorts danced Chekov like a mad man. Happiness was bursting through his room at the seams as his limbs did whatever felt most fun. The song was incapable of not hyping up any heart beat, his air drum solo right on time. The crew couldn't help their smirks from turning to contagious laughter.
Chekov was yet to see his friends until he turned around with his curls bouncing around uncontrollably.
He stopped dead in surprise.
"Keptain uh heello um one moment please.", he said only half as awkward as he would've if he wasn't in such a good mood. His finger pressed pause on whatever device played the music. Blush spread over his freckled cheeks.
Before he could ask why they stood in his doorway or address their amused faces Nyota practically skipped in. "No don't turn it off! It's been so long since I've heard music like this!", she exclaimed happily as she pressed play again.
She grabbed his hand twirling herself as Chekov's grin returned. Sulu half walked half danced in hilariously making someone laugh from their gut.
Scotty went in throwing the glasses he held onto the table haphazardly pouring scotch into all of them.
He held up one to Chekov and the other to himself. They shouted something in unison it either being Scottish, Russian, or both as the liquid disappeared down their happy throats.
"Why do I get the bad feeling they do that a lot?", asked McCoy out loud.
Kirk was easily drawn into the fun as Bones followed with a genuine smile and shake of his head. Spock shrugged his shoulders letting his cares and inhibitions take a rest for the time being as the door closed behind him.
Some ate, some danced, each one of them picking different songs through the night. So much laughter, maybe due to the alcohol, maybe not. An unorganized game of poker ensued that somehow turned into charades and Scotty left with his left boot never to be found again.
Chekov had dangerously entered mischief and fun into the most important crew members of the most important ship in the fleet.
The morning after resulted in a very messy hungover sleep deprived bridge tiredly giggling at each others unkempt appearances. The headaches though would not allow them to speak. Overall, totally worth it.
Who knew the command crew was the rowdyest of them all? A secret they'd keep between the seven of them.