Hey guys so I was bored and had no inspiration for my other stories so I did this for my bestie Quelquely. I may do a series of reader x various one shots later and if so I'll put this in there and delete this version. Hope you like it!
You walk into engineering for the first time. You gaze around at all of the whirring machines and gasp as you realize they are the latest versions all in textbook perfect condition. You look around for Mr. Scott the Chief Engineering Officer. A man in a red shirt with brown hair comes over.
"'Ello lass. You must be Ensign (y/l/n). I'm Mr. Scott, but you can call me Scotty," he says in a thick Scottish accent. You tentatively shake his out stretched hand. He shows you around and you go to your post. After a while you hear the door slide open and remember it was part of your duties to see to visitors as you were the closest to the door. You spin around and stand not looking at whoever is at the door. You have always been shy but you graduated early because nothing distracted you from your studies. You carefully look up just enough to take the PADD from his outstretched hand.
"Hey you're new aren't you?" the man says, a thick Russian accent accompanying his words. You just nod your head. "How vold are you?" He prompts. You finally look at him and realize with a jolt you two are around the same age.
"S-seventeen," you stutter.
"That's the same as me!" He exclaims, looking ready to jump for joy. "Finally someone my age! Uhhhh I mean, vhat's your name?" his cheeks go red from his outburst.
"I'm (y/n)," you say warily. You are still not entirely sure about this boy in front of you. "I need to get back to work," you inform him and turn around.
"Oh, va vou do that," he says, turning too. "Hey avter your shift is over do you vant to go to the vrec room vith me?" he calls over his shoulder. You shake your head hard.
"Please?" he says, seeing that. You sigh and nod, then go hand Scotty the PADD to sign.
"I see you've met the other wiz kid," Scotty says with a twinkle in his eye. You sigh and walk back to your post.
The rest of your shift goes smoothly and you even stay fifteen minutes late to help out, all thoughts of the Russian boy out of your head. You finally pack up to leave and walk out the door seeing the boy standing there waiting for you. "I thought vou got off fifteen minutes ago?" he says, tilting his head like a confused puppy.
"I did. I stayed to help. I'm sorry. I forgot," you say, hanging your head, knowing you probably lost the only potential friend you had.
"That's okay," he says with a smile gently bringing your chin up with his soft hand. "Veady to go?"
You nod even managing a small smile for the boy. Then you think of something.
"I never caught your name," you say, quiet as ever, so much so that the boy could barely hear you.
"Oh da! I'm Pavel. Pavel Chekov," he says, grabbing your arm and pulling you along. "Come on!"
"Are vou hungry?" he asks politely. You nod. he shows you how to get some pasta. "Here vou go," he says, handing you the bowl. He punches in the code for pasta as well. He takes your hand and leads you to a table. He contemplated taking you to the table with the Capitan and Sulu and all of the bridge crew but he didn't want to scare you so he lead you to an empty one near a window. You sit in silence, staring at the stars for a while then he says, "They're beautiful aren't they?"
You nod and look down at your food. "Thank you," you say quietly.
"Vor vhat?" he asks, tilting his head again.
This makes you chuckle and you say, "For being nice to me."
Chekov smiles and stands up, pulling you with him. Together you walk to the window, not even realizing your hands are still intertwined. He points out some stars and tells you their names. At one point you look at him and lock eyes. You are slowly mesmerized and move closer and closer until your lips meet his. His are soft and sweet tasting. You break away and realize what you did. His only response is another kiss (which you don't mind at all).
What neither of you realize is that you are being watched by Chekov's (and soon to be your) friends.
"Yep," says Kirk. "They really are a match made in the stars."
So yeah it turned out to be all fluff but oh well. Hope it was good. By peeps. Live Long and Prosper.
