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[THROWBACK TIME] 2009 was a banner year for embarrassing fic.
Another fic from about 6-ish years ago, this time a proper one-shot written to fill a prompt at a nu!Trek kink meme. Originally posted on 6/9/09.
Everything You Want
Pairing: Pavel Chekov/Nyota Uhura (Star Trek 09)
Pavel Chekov knew a lot.
They didn't call him "Wiz Kid" for nothing. He knew a ridiculous amount of mathematical theorems. He could tell you what things were Russian inventions (all the good things came from Mother Russia). Additionally, the ensign was well-versed in Starfleet protocol: well-versed enough to be able to recite it from memory.
One thing he did not know was how in the world he ended up on a date with Lieutenant Uhura. Especially considering that an hour ago he was minding his own business.
Not that he minded. Quite the opposite, really. Chekov had become quite taken by the slightly older woman ever since she first came on the bridge. She was gorgeous, of course, but that wasn't the only reason he developed an attraction to her. No, it was her mind. She was an exceptional xenolinguist and perhaps the most gifted communicator he had ever met.
Communication was something he was never good at. He had always been enthusiastic; however, back in his academy days, he had been unbearably shy. Partly because of the language barrier. It took people a while to get used to his heavy accent and having to repeat himself multiple times frustrated him to no end.
Another part of it was that he was so much younger than the other cadets. They would patronize him to no end. Leave him out of their activities. Girls would laugh if he approached him. Perhaps this was why he admired Uhura so much. She made people respect her.
"Pavel, I want to stop at this store."
The voice he was so enchanted by pulled him from his thoughts. Uhura and Chekov were at a shopping center in a nearby space port. The ensign had been coerced into this by an oddly blustery communications offer. Chekov was certain he had heard her yelling earlier at a certain Vulcan as he passed by her quarters. This was odd. The pair almost never got into fights.
Unless...
The Russian watched silently as the woman examined a collection of jewelry. Had Uhura and Spock decided to call it quits? A tiny corner of the young man's mind felt pleasure at that notion. He did respect his superior officer. It was just that he couldn't help the fact he was in love with the guy's girlfriend. That would put strain between any two friends.
"Do you think this looks good?," Uhura asked, holding up a intricate red gem necklace to her collar bone. Chekov nodded.
"Eet looks beauy-tiful, Lieutenant Uhura." Oh, the necklace was nice, too.
She laughed, sending shivers up the ensign's spine. "Come on, Pavel. We're off duty. You can call me Nyota."
He gulped silently. "Of course, Nyota." The usually graceful name sounded clumsy coming from his lips. She smiled warmly, then turned from him and paid for the necklace. The bag was added to the growing collection in Chekov's arms.
The two stopped at several more outlets before it was time to catch the space shuttle back to the Enterprise. Uhura grinned at the younger officer.
"I had a great time." He nodded in agreement, only half-listening to her. He wanted so badly to confess to her. It was a burning desire, to tell her exactly what she meant to him. But he couldn't. His shyness wouldn't allow it, so he would lose her. He never could confess.
At least, not in English.
"Хочу, чтобы ты была моей," he muttered, just loud enough for her to hear it. I wish you were mine. If she asked, he would lie to her about what it meant.
Pavel Chekov did not know, that as a xenolinguist, Nyota Uhura was fluent in Russian.
Everything You Want
Pairing: Pavel Chekov/Nyota Uhura (Star Trek 09)
Pavel Chekov knew a lot.
They didn't call him "Wiz Kid" for nothing. He knew a ridiculous amount of mathematical theorems. He could tell you what things were Russian inventions (all the good things came from Mother Russia). Additionally, the ensign was well-versed in Starfleet protocol: well-versed enough to be able to recite it from memory.
One thing he did not know was how in the world he ended up on a date with Lieutenant Uhura. Especially considering that an hour ago he was minding his own business.
Not that he minded. Quite the opposite, really. Chekov had become quite taken by the slightly older woman ever since she first came on the bridge. She was gorgeous, of course, but that wasn't the only reason he developed an attraction to her. No, it was her mind. She was an exceptional xenolinguist and perhaps the most gifted communicator he had ever met.
Communication was something he was never good at. He had always been enthusiastic; however, back in his academy days, he had been unbearably shy. Partly because of the language barrier. It took people a while to get used to his heavy accent and having to repeat himself multiple times frustrated him to no end.
Another part of it was that he was so much younger than the other cadets. They would patronize him to no end. Leave him out of their activities. Girls would laugh if he approached him. Perhaps this was why he admired Uhura so much. She made people respect her.
"Pavel, I want to stop at this store."
The voice he was so enchanted by pulled him from his thoughts. Uhura and Chekov were at a shopping center in a nearby space port. The ensign had been coerced into this by an oddly blustery communications offer. Chekov was certain he had heard her yelling earlier at a certain Vulcan as he passed by her quarters. This was odd. The pair almost never got into fights.
Unless...
The Russian watched silently as the woman examined a collection of jewelry. Had Uhura and Spock decided to call it quits? A tiny corner of the young man's mind felt pleasure at that notion. He did respect his superior officer. It was just that he couldn't help the fact he was in love with the guy's girlfriend. That would put strain between any two friends.
"Do you think this looks good?," Uhura asked, holding up a intricate red gem necklace to her collar bone. Chekov nodded.
"Eet looks beauy-tiful, Lieutenant Uhura." Oh, the necklace was nice, too.
She laughed, sending shivers up the ensign's spine. "Come on, Pavel. We're off duty. You can call me Nyota."
He gulped silently. "Of course, Nyota." The usually graceful name sounded clumsy coming from his lips. She smiled warmly, then turned from him and paid for the necklace. The bag was added to the growing collection in Chekov's arms.
The two stopped at several more outlets before it was time to catch the space shuttle back to the Enterprise. Uhura grinned at the younger officer.
"I had a great time." He nodded in agreement, only half-listening to her. He wanted so badly to confess to her. It was a burning desire, to tell her exactly what she meant to him. But he couldn't. His shyness wouldn't allow it, so he would lose her. He never could confess.
At least, not in English.
"Хочу, чтобы ты была моей," he muttered, just loud enough for her to hear it. I wish you were mine. If she asked, he would lie to her about what it meant.
Pavel Chekov did not know, that as a xenolinguist, Nyota Uhura was fluent in Russian.