Author’s note/disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Star Trek. This is my first fanfiction, so if there’s any help anyone can give that would be appreciated. I am looking for a BETA.
link to story on ff.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9492336/1/I-c
“I can do zat”
Chekov had been admiring Uhura from afar for months since he had joined the academy.
She was completely enchanting in everything that she did. The way that she chuckled deeply when joking with friends, the way her eyes lit up when speaking to anyone about xenolinguistics, and even the way that she walked; in brisk steps which emphasized her muscular legs under her academy standard skirt.
The first time Chekov had seen her, he froze in place.
Hikaru Sulu, Chekov’s good friend, had been sitting in the mess hall months before with a tray on the table in front of him getting ready to start eating. Chekov was on his way to sit with him when Uhura came to sit down with Sulu. Chekov froze in place and watched silently from afar. Unfortunately, he could not tell what they had been chatting about. However, it might not have mattered anyway as all he could focus on was her face as she giggled loudly, probably listening to a lame joke Sulu told.
Everything about her was perfect, the way her eyes sparkled, her laugh, everything. He had to know her name. Chekov stood inches away from the table silently starring. A few minutes later Uhura stood up from the table smiled and waved at Sulu. She dumped the remainder of the replicated food on her tray into the trash and briskly walked out of the mess hall.
Chekov scrambled over to Sulu’s table. He practically threw his tray onto the table. “Oh Hey Pave—“ Sulu began to say before a flushed Chekov cut him off., “Who was zat?”
“The beautiful voman I just saw you with!,” Chekov exclaimed.
“Ohhh,” Sulu replied while narrowing his eyes into a knowing glance while nodding. “That’s Uhura”
“Uhura?” Chekov sighed, “zis is her first name, yes?”
“Oh, Hikaru, please tell me her first name” Chekov begged, “I-I’ll buy you lunch! I promise, Russians honor.”
Sulu gave Chekov a teasing uncertain face. “I don’t know if I can trust your word Pavel.”
Chekov bit his lip and interlocked his fingers, putting them up into the air in a pleading manor. “Russians honor, and you know how trustworthy Russians are. Ve practically inwented trust!”
Sulu chuckled at Chekov’s overzealous pride when it came to his country. “Oh all right, I’ve never seen you act this way before so it must be serious. She told me that her name was Nyota when we first became friends in the xenolinguistics class we both have.”
Chekov’s eyes widened as he looked down and repeated “Nyota” slowly pronouncing each syllable through an exasperated sigh. He kept his gaze on downwards for a few more moments until he looked up at sulu, eyes even wider, blushing harder than before.
“Nyota has your class, yes? She is your friend? Hikaru, you must tell me ewerything you know about her! Please! I beg of you!”
“Alright, alright but let me finish my food first.” Sulu teasingly grumbled.
Chekov had forgotten that he too had replicated food in front of him and began picking through it absentmindedly.
During the remainder of lunch, Sulu and Chekov discussed Sulu’s obsession with plants, homework and what ship they wanted to be assigned to—both agreeing upon the enterprise because it was the newest and most exciting. All the while Chekov’s usual physics related thoughts floated into his mind. However, something was different this time. In the back of his mind, he could not stop thoughts of Uhura interfering with his normal thought process.
“There are so many types of flowers you know? I will never get tired of studying them. Hopefully when we get assigned to our ship, I can go to other planets and analyze the plants there,” Sulu mused while shoving forkfuls of whatever the mess hall workers tried to replicate into his mouth.
If warp speed=140 times the speed of light then for the equation v = w3c w1 is 140 and w 2 is 8 times that. So then NYOTA is equal to 1,120. As a result, UHURA KISSING ME is all we need to achieve warp speed, Chekov thought.
“vait…zat’s wrong,” Chekov muttered quietly.
“Huh?” Sulu questioned lazily with food stuffed in his mouth.
Chekov looked up at Sulu, blushing deeply. “Oh, iz nothing. Um…I vaz just thinking of a test we had earlier. Continue.”
“Oh ok. Anyway, I know that the enterprise will be my best chance for analyzing new species of plants first because….”
After they threw their trays away they made their way to Sulu’s dorm room. When they made it to the door, Sulu punched in the pass code and the door opened with a hiss, allowing them both to enter. The anticipation was killing Chekov.
Chekov had been familiar with Sulu’s dorm due to the fact that they often studied together. The pictures of his family members on the beige wall, the lamp on Sulu’s coffee table, and the extremely white kitchen were the same as they had always been, so Chekov wasted no time scanning the room.
As soon as Chekov’s eyes adjusted to the lighting, they found Sulu’s blue couch and Chekov practically ran to it. He seated himself quickly beckoning Sulu. Sulu dropped his book bag onto the floor and, noticing Chekov’s frantic gesture, made his way over to the couch.
Chekov grabbed Sulu’s arm and practically yanked him downwards onto the couch. Sulu plopped onto the couch with an exasperated sigh. Chekov then looked at him with big puppy dog eyes.
"Okay, this is what I know," Chekov began to nod vigorously.
"Uhura loves xenolinguistics. It’s her favorite subject she knows more than 20 languages including human languages and alien languages. She mentioned that some of the languages she knew were Klingon, French, Swahili and Vulcan. She didn't mention Russian so maybe she hasn't learned it yet, which could give you an opportunity to help her learn it."
In reaction to this, Chekov's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. Sulu saw this and sighed.
"I said ‘could’. I'm not exactly sure."
"Vell you are her friend, you can find out, yes? Please Hikaru, I'll do anything"
Sulu chuckled at chekov's pouty face, "ok, ok haha only because you're my best friend."
“Ey, who says you are my best friend?” Chekov replied, laughing.
“You’re such a jerk Pavel,” Sulu shot back, chuckling.
"I’m only kidding, Hikaru. Vat else do you know about Nyota?"
"Hmm," sulu mumbled assuming 'the thinkers' pose. "Well, she's the top student of the class and she's really hard working. But that's to be expected with her knowing that many languages. Oh! She told me her roommates name is Gailia and that everytime she's trying to study Gaila makes it impossible."
Chekov weighed the information in his head, attempting to determine whether it’s helpful or not. There's a possibility it could be in the future but for now he isn't sure.
"Zanks Hikaru. Can you help me with one more zing?"
"How should I approach Nyota?"
Sulu thought over this question and answered the only way he knew how. "Just be yourself, every woman is different so you never really know how she wants to be approached unless you talk to her."
"Vell, do you think she'll like me?"
Sulu chuckled, "No."
Sulu then saw Chekov's expression. He straightened up and said in a more serious tone "I was kidding! Of course she'll like you."
Chekov smiled and stood up from the couch, "Vell I gotta go Hikaru, I really have to study for my star fleet history test. As you know history iz not my strong suit."
"Why don't you just study here? I told you earlier that I have the same test tomorrow just at a different time."
CRAP. That was when i wasn’t listening! Come on Pavel make up something.
"Oh, vith all this Uhura stuff, I had forgotten. I might as vell study here like you suggest."
“That’s more like it. For a while you weren’t acting like yourself.”
Chekov chuckled nervously and went over to sit back down on the couch while Sulu retrieved the Starfleet: A history textbook from his room.
For the rest of the night, Sulu took his time testing Chekov on material from the book. Chekov got most of the questions Sulu asked correct.
Just as Chekov and Sulu were almost finished studying, Sulu sat up, wide-eyed and shouted, “I just remembered something!”
Chekov’s eyes widened “vat?! Vat did you remember?!”
“Uhura always goes to the library every day at the same time. You can catch her there and introduce yourself to her then!”
“Hikaru, I could kiss you! ven does she go?!”
Sulu blushed in response, cleared his throat and then announced, “Everyday she goes there right after our linguistics class because we have the longest break then, besides lunch. We have our linguistics class for first period, so about…9:00 a.m. Oh and our class is in classroom b21.”
“zis is great!”
“When are you going to talk to her?”
Chekov thought about it, and then bit his lip. He actually didn’t know. Honestly, he was so nervous about approaching her. What if she didn’t like him? What if she thought he was too pale, skinny and nerdy? What if she didn’t like his accent and found him to be annoying? He didn’t know what he would do if that happened.
“Hikaru, I’m nervous.”
“Why? If she tries to walk away from you start talking about physics, she’ll fall asleep then you can take her home and teach her Russian. Perfect plan.”
Chekov scowled and pushed Sulu onto the carpet. Sulu lay in front of him rolling and laughing on the carpet.
How was the first chapter? I feel like I should have been more descriptive but I don’t know.(I fixed some of the grammar/present tense mistakes I had. Sorry about it, again for time writing a fic) Please review.