Star Trek Reader Inserts

Sulu

"Care to make a bet on that?" You say to your boyfriend, Hikaru Sulu.

"Sure, loser has to dye their hair." Sulu said, smiling smugly.

The two of you were arguing about who would embarrass themselves on an away mission first, Kirk or Chekov. You were saying Kirk, he's always had a tendency to mess up. Hikaru was saying Chekov, the teenager has recently become very clumsy.

"Deal," you say, holding out your hand. Hikaru shook it.

"Hey! You two ready to go!" Kirk yelled, jogging over. The crew would be taking a shuttle down instead of beaming down. The transporters have been malfunctioning these past couple of days. Kirk hit his foot on a pole and fell.

"Aha!" You tell, pointing at Hikaru.

"Technically, we aren't on the mission yet." Hikaru pointed out. You rolled your eyes and walked into the shuttle. Hikaru and Spock would be the ones flying the shuttle.

You sat in the back next to Kirk, Chekov, McCoy, and a couple of nurses. Kirk was fumbling with the seat belt. One of the nurses had handed Chekov a small bottle of pills for him to open. For some reason, she couldn't.

Chekov's fingers squeezed at the bottle cap. It wouldn't come off. He took one sharp tug and the bottle exploded. Chekov's eyes looked down at the bottle, then left, then right. He slowly moved his hands down into his lap and looked up slowly. His cheeks were dark red and he looked shocked.

Hikaru turned around and winked at you. You mouthed, 'not on the mission yet. Only in the shuttle'. He rolled his eyes and turned back around.

The planet was actually beautiful. So far, Kirk had fallen down a hill. Not embarrassing enough. Chekov had dropped a tri-corder, which caused it to explode. His hair was sticking straight up like in the movies.

"I win." Hikaru muttered to you as McCoy and the nurses were working on Chekov.

"Yeah yeah, what color should I dye my hair?" You ask, running your hand through your hair.

"How about like green?" Hikaru asked, touching you hair. "I think it'll look nice."

"Alright." You nod.

"And this bet wasn't really fair. They both embarrassed themselves on this mission. Technically Kirk was first. I'll get a stripe in my hair too." He said.

"You just want the color so we match." You say, slapping his arm.

"Maybe." He muttered.