*CLAP*

[timepiececlock]

Okay, ladies and gents!


Star Trek. Requests. Hit me, baby, one more time.

<3 Preferrably shippy!


ETA: I wrote one Chekov fic. That's enough until the next movie.

Comments

[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

*cracks knuckles*

Sweet.

Chekov and Uhura, homesickness.

Arcade Fire

[rashaka.livejournal.com]

((You'll have to provide the accent, I can't type that out well at all.

Also, I'm not sure of their ranks at the end of the movie.))



Une année sans lumières


She settles into the chair across from the ensign, and smiles as she reaches for the pepper.

"Oh. 'Ello, Lt. Uh--Uhura," Chekov mumbles over his vegetables. He smiles at her in return, and nods as well. Then he follows the nod with a hand wave to welcome her to the table, and more nodding. It's almost as if he wants to condense every type of possible greeting into a single instance; in case he accidentally misses one, the others should compensate. Uhura finds him adorable.

She leans forward over her own Cardassian vegetables and not-quite-bean soup, and whispers in a dramatic stage hush: "You may call me Nyota, when it's just you and me." The young man boggles a little, then nods more.

"Yes, thank you. Nyota. It is a very nice name."

"Well," she grins as she leans back, "Don't tell the captain. It's one of the few ways I can still torment him now that he's our commanding officer."

"Yes, that makes sense." The boy's eyes skitter to the side. "I understand."

Part of Lieutenant Uhura's xenolinguistic training includes the study of body language and nonverbal communication. Understanding and intuiting unspoken signals is vital--even essential--to translation. She tries for her friendliest voice.

"Pavel, right? What's on your mind, with that pensive look?"

Ensign Chekov's mouth twists to the right, and he drags his fork twice across his plate. Uhura can't fathom that he's across from her, in the mess hall of a starship, at his age.

"The Captain," he begins, then hesitates. His eyes meet her wide and compassionate ones, and he continues with more strength, "The Captain is a good leader. Yet, he bothers you. I had a cousin that did this, too."

"Oh, you are kind." She touche his hand across the table. He blushes and pulls away while she's in the middle of saying, "But it's not a bad thing. The captain and I have an understanding, now."

"No, that is not it," Chekov says. His flustering is obvious, and he rubs his hand where she touched him. "I know that, I see that."

Uhura tilts her head, in a way that she doesn't even realize she has picked up from one particular man in her life. "Oh? What is it, then?"

He clears his throat, and with his fork still erratically grazing the dinner plate, says: "I miss him. I miss them all. Even the ones I do not like very much."

"That," Nyota tells him in perfect Russian, "I understand well, my friend."

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[irrel.livejournal.com]

That was adorable. I came out of the movie loving Chekov and you wrote him very well. I loved Nyota speaking to him in Russian at the end :)

And you managed to add a shippy line, good! :D

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[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's so cute! I love how Chekov is sort-of stumbling along through this conversation and Uhura's so calm.

Re: Arcade Fire

[rashaka.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I think that it's not QUITE just communication barrier that's the reason he's stumbling. After all, a hot lady just sat down in front of him...

Re: Arcade Fire

[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I got that.

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[gojira007.livejournal.com]

Checkov strikes me as the sort of guy who'd have one of those big families you kinda hate but actually love strongly. I like how you give us that feeling of background to him without being too explicit about it.

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[rashaka.livejournal.com]

Yeah, me too. I don't know what original canon has to say about his family, so I tried to imply without concrete statements.

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[gojira007.livejournal.com]

I seem to recall TOS revealing very little about ANY of the crew's backstories, save Spock and possibly Kirk, but it's been a while since I've seen it so perhaps there were little hints and lines here and there I missed.