Star Trek One Shots

One shots based off the remake of the Star Trek movies with Chris Pine as Kirk, Anton Yelchin as Chekov, Benedict Cumberbatch as Khan, Karl Urban as Bones, Simon Pegg as Scotty and Zachary Quinto as Spock.


18. Chekov 10

~Well-a you done done me
And you bet I felt it
I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks
now I'm trying to get back.

How could this happen? Chekov wondered as he watched the cloudy sky. Rain pelted his face and clothes, nearly soaking him to the bone. The Russian's bag, slumped against his left leg, hummed quietly.

"Vat?" He grumbled, rifling through the thick khaki-colored bag. His transmitter buzzed incoherently.

"Uzeless," He sighed.

He was supposed to have landed with the others, on the U.S. Mercury. Obviously, he thought, glancing around at the foriegn scenery, This isn't it.

Pavel Chekov, the youngest officer of his time, through his head back and howled. They had lost him, and they probably hadn't even noticed yet. A quick meeting with the Captain of the Mercury, and then they'd take shore leave.

They wouldn't start looking for him till the Monday after next.

"Прокляните их! Прокляните это место, Прокляните Кирка, и прокляните их невежество!" He hissed in Russian. How could they have forgotten him!? Where was he!? What was he supposed to do for the next wee-

"Hello?" A voice suddenly echoed, soft on the breeze. Chekov froze.

Should he run, hide? The teenage Russian reached for his gun, cursing once he realized it was still on the U.S. Enterprise, lying on his bedside table. Stupid!

"Hello? Who is there? Вы говорите на русском языке, да? Алло?"

Chekov's heart raced, eyes widening at the sight.

A bright, rainbow-striped umbrella came into his vision, a bopping figure with straight flurries of light-brown hair flying around. Pavel realized just then how cold it was.

"Here, I am here!" He shouted, arms waving frantically. He had decided against running towards her, fearing she would react in a negative way.

"Ah, I see!" She yelled back, giggling to herself as she hurried over.

"Güte! You are soaked to the bone, meine Liebe," She murmured, only inches from his face. The rainbow umbrella now towered over both of them, but his little savior was having trouble holding it high enough.

"Here, allow me," He instructed, taking it away from her to hold. Electric, dancing eyes smiled up at his.

"Danke," She began, "My name is Anika. We will discuss who you are when we get back to my home," She told him simply. Chekov didn't reply, too surprised by the young woman's brash ways.

"Ah, wery well zen. Vich way..?" He began, glancing around. Trees covered the dark horizon, and the Russian didn't see even a speckle of civilization. Anika chuckled, linking her warm arm with his.

"Do not worry, meine Liebe, I will not lead you astray!"

Before the cool done run out I'll be giving it my best-est
And nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some
But I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours

"Ahh, warmth at last!  Just look at you! Soaked!" The young woman named Anika clucked, pushing Pavel back onto a long, cozy couch. The Russian teenager glanced around the small but comfortable living space, a roaring fire only a few feet away from his current position.

"I vill be vine, Mizz Ani.....ka," Chekov began, words falling thin as his once-unidentified savior stripped off her heavy clothing.
A slender silhouette wrapped in a long-sleeved, black dress emerged, heeled boots kicked off to reveal sheer tights. Pavel watched her move; every time she stretched, even moved too quickly, the dress would lift to show black garter's holding her thigh highs up.

Pavel Chekov swallowed, fidgeting within his seat.

She let out a loud, over-exaggerated sigh, running sun-kissed fingers through hair the lightest shade of chocolate. Silver shined from her ears and wrist; jewelry, Chekov assumed. He also noticed a flash of the chrome color from her neck, the pendant buried within her dress.

"Zank you for letting me in your house, Mizz Anika. My name is Pavel Chekov," He introduced himself in a (hopefully) strong, impressive voice. Thin eyebrows raised, arms crossing.
"Really? Verrückt! You're one the U.S. Enterprise, yes?" She asked, truly intrigued. The young ensign blushed as she bounced onto the couch beside him.

"Yes, it is true! Ah, Mizz Anika, would you mind telling me where we are? and iz that German you keep speaking?" He aksed with his own accent. Anika's face glowed with a crooked grin. Those garters were peeking out at Chekov again and he closed his eyes, telling the dirtier side of him to shut the hell up.

"We are just at the south edge of Hardwood forest, in The Netherlands. On planet Earth," She finished, blinking in thought. Pavel noticed the sweet look on her face and she blushed, though smiling.

" I know some Russian, but not enough to keep up with the famous Pavel Chekov,"

"You know of me?" He questioned in surprise. She giggled, tilted her head, and looked at him with those beautiful, chocolate eyes.

"Oh yes, Ensign Chekov, I know quite a bit about you."


Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
I look into your heart and you'll find love, love, love, love,

Listen to the music of the moment, people dance and sing
We're just one big family
And it's our God-forsaken right to be loved, loved, loved, loved, loved.

"Pavel! Pavel, quit being a baby! Gehen wir!" She exclaimed, cute little face squished in annoyance. Chekov was no fool; he slowed his pace again, lips curling when she reached for his hand to tug on.

"Chekov, you promised to take me out today, quit dawdling!"
"I not dawdling, Anika, I'm juzt taking my time," He protested. She huffed, blowing up into her bangs.

It had been eight days since he had arrived in little Anika's life; one of the best weeks Chekov had ever lived.

Anika was the sweetest, most compassionate girl Pavel Chekov had ever encountered. She listened intently when he spoke, and found his strange accent completely wonderful. When he pronounced words overly-accented she would squeal with joy, pinching his cheeks and cooing over him.

It was fine most of the time, but every once and a while he would be sitting next to her when it happened, resulting in her climbing on top of him in a straddle, oblivious to what her body did to him.

Her touches were casual, light. Her leg would graze his when they sat together, talking, arms linking when they went out for walks. There were other times, however, when her touches were completely deliberate.

Pavel Chekov fascinated Anika; it was not just the way he spoke, it was him in general.

Anika buzzed with questions, deep, enchanting eyes glued to Chekov whenever he spoke. She asked about space, the U.S. Enterprise, his friends, his captain. Where he had went to school, his instructors, his homeland. They both seemed intrigued with one another's captivation. Pavel loved talking about home, though shy when the pretty girl inquired about his family.

She had sat beside him on the couch, nearly in his lap. Anika made him nervous. His arms, wrapped around her very, very lightly, flexed whenever she moved. Her head would tilt when he rambled in Russian, fumbling for the correct English word. Those pretty lips would smile at him, teasing his own. Chekov wished he didn't turn so red when she was near.

He would talk and she would listen, sliding her fingers up and down his arms curiously. Anika loved his soft tendrils of dark-gold curls, causing him to smile in return of her compliments.

"Can I...May I touch them, please?" She eventually queried, shyly gazing up at him. They were inside the Hardwood forrest, surrounded by color-changing trees. Fall, Chekov reasoned, was a wonderful time to visit the Netherlands.

"Yez, if you vant," He replied, just as shy.

Ever since that moment, Anika had not hesitated to sit up and run perfect fingers through his mess of curls.

Chekov tried his hardest not to close his eyes at her touch, but it was so damn hard that he usually just gave in. She'd giggle at him, pleased by the affect.

"Meine liebe," She would begin, comfortable in his lap after he relaxed, "You have such wonderful hair,"

"Ah, Mizz Anika, your hair is much much prettier zan mine," He had murmured back, eyes wavering open. Her own dark orbs widened a few centimeters, flesh warm against Pavel's long fingers.

Fingertips slid up the smooth skin of her neck, tangling themselves in Anika's thick, honey hair. His long appendages moved forward, joined by its companion to cup the girl's little face.

"You, dorogaya moya, are perfection itself."

And as Anika dragged him through the forest, heading towards the small city on the other side, Pavel Chekov grasped reality.

He was completely, obsessively, head-over-heels in love with her.

"Meine liebe, you so slow!" She lamented, cute face feigning anger. Chekov couldn't help but chuckle, watching the silver chain around her neck bounce.

"Vat does 'meine liebe' even mean, and vat iz at the end of zat chain?" He returned, quickening his pace only slightly.

Anika's abrupt stop surprised him, however, and he ran right into her.

She turned slowly, cute in her sailor-like dress. Black and white heels matched the dress, though Chekov didn't understand how she could even stand in them.

"That, meine leibe, is something you will have to figure out on your own," She answered mysteriously. Pavel stared at her. Anika smiled slyly.

"You are very strange, Mizz Anika. And how do you vear zose shoes? So uncomfortable," He mused, changing the subject. His small friend groaned and Pavel grinned, pleased by her reaction.

"Be silent, Pavel, we are here."

I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror
And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer
But my breath fogged up the glass
And so I drew a new face and I laughed

I guess what I be saying is there ain't no better reason
To rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons
It's what we aim to do, our name is our virtue

"Zis...Is my last night with you, pretty Anika," Pavel Chekov murmured, sitting underneath the girl's favorite tree on the brink of HardWood forest. The date they shared yesterday had went well, walking hand-in-hand, sharing food and dreams.

Anika had kissed him good-night, provided the perfect opportunity for Pavel to tell her what he felt, but he of course had chickened out.

He felt her warm hand entwine with his, squeezing gently as her head fell against his shoulder.

"I don't want you to go," She mumbled back, playing with his fingers. Her sweet voice was endearing, and Chekov turned to speculate her.

"Because vhy?"
"Because I want you here, with me."

Chekov's heart thumped loudly within his chest.


A gentle sigh left her lips and she turned to him, face a mixture of calm and exasperation.

"Pavel, this is your last night with me. Let's not waste it talking," She bluntly stated. The Russian pinked and she smiled, climbing into his lap. His arm wrapped around her subconsciously, eyes directed to the fingers tugging something out of her shirt.

"A...Key?" His young voice rang out, watching her smile.

"A skeleton key to be exact, meine liebe," She answered, dangling the silver pendant from the chain. Chekov's head tilted and Anika watched him.

"I have set it on a timer. When the timer ends, words will appear across the top. It will tell you what to open. It'll even tell you where to find it," She boasted with a knowing smile. Her liebe's eyebrows furrowed.

"You zis to me?"
"Mhm," She murmured back, letting the charm drop back against her chest, forehead landing upon his. Chekov closed his eyes, enjoying her scent, her touch, the feel of her skin.

"Yes?" She replied softly, eyes closed. His stayed open, watching her nervously.
"Anika, I...I...,"
"What? me?" She teased dreamily. Those chocolate eyes melted him.
"Yes, yes, that is exactly it. I love you," He breathed against her lips. She giggled, bouncing in his lap.

"Pretty Anika, you are making it very hard to rezist," He commented roughly. She chuckled again, cupping his face in her hands.

"Then don't."

So please don't, please don't, please don't
There's no need to complicate
(Our time is short)
'Cause our time is short
This is., this is, this is our fate

"Ohh, poor Chekov!"
"Hahaha, sorry 'bout that!"
"I can't believe we didn't even notice you were gone!"

"Yeah yeah yeah," Chekov muttered, waving off their apologies. It had already been a week since the young ensign had returned, and they were still apologizing.

Life had went back to normal, work as strainious as usual, Kirk barking orders in his goofball way.

The only thing missing in Pavel's life was Anika.

They had awoken blissfully, wrapped in each others arms, entangled in the blanket they had once been sitting on.

She wasn't a virgin, but had indeed admitting there had only been one before Chekov. He in turn revealed his innocence, causing little Anika to smile.

"Then you are only mine,"

The key pressed into his chest warmed his skin, hidden under his yellow Star Fleet uniform shirt. Chekov touched it absently, brow furrowing.

"Incoming transmission, Captain,"
"Alright, bring it up."

Why did it feel so warm? Was it revealing the name, the location? How would he-

"Comander Pike?" Kirk's voice cut in. Pavel looked up in surprise, finding the previous Captain's face upon the main screen. He looked expressionless, aside from the very slightest sign of a smirk.

"Captain Kirk, I hope you are doing well."
"Er, yeah," Jim replied off-offhandedly. Spock raised a famous eyebrow and Sulu smirked.
"Uh, what's up?"
"What is 'up' is that a new ensign will be joining you, quite soon."

As the higher-ups talked, Chekov took the liberty of pulling out Anika's gift.

"Vat?" He mumbled to himself, watching engravings appear. He stood, sneaking away, the heat of the metal growing with each step.

"My heart," He murmured, reading the top of the key. Who's heart? Anika's? What good dd that do if she-"

Before you, Came the next words. Chekov frowned.

"Zis does not make sense. How could it be before me?" He asked indigantly. A light, girlish giggle touched his ears.

"Well, my love, if you looked up long enough you might just realize what it's talking about," Anika Pike teased. Pavel Chekov's great eyes grew even larger, Anika's smile warming his entire heart.

"I don't...I don't underztand. How-?"

"Didn't you think it was a little weird that I knew so much about Starfleet, meine leibe? I was going to join Star Fleet before I even met you, but after our encounter, I asked my uncle, Commander Pike, to enlist me on the U.S. Enterprise." She explained with a sly smile. Chekov gaped.

"Commander Pike iz your...Uncle?"

Yes!" She cheered, jumping into his arms. Anika's gentle smell graced his nose, and Chekov's eyes closed, arms incasing the small figure.

"Soooo, this is the hottie you've been talking about?" A voice suddenly cut in. The couple looked up to find a sly, grinning Captain, arms crossed. Chekov pinked and Anika giggled.

"So then, I take it you have missed me as much as I have missed you?" She teased. Chekov let out a shivery little sigh.

"You have no idea, meine leibe," He teased back, and with one final smile Pavel Chekov claimed Anika's perfect lips.



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