The Power of Science | Open

jimt-kirk:

itsarussianinwention:

jimt-kirk:

Jim walked into the rec room, rubbing his eyes. Once again, sleep evaded him. It had become a regular occurrence and he found that the only thing he could do was to get up an walk. He found the dimmed lights of the Enterprise’s corridors and the darkened rooms were a comfort to him. Most everyone was sleeping, except for the night shift, but they were quiet and hardly seen.

He wasn’t expecting anyone to be in the rec room at this time at night, but he walked in an immediately he was set on edge. He wasn’t alone. He looked around, his eyes eventually falling on a huddled mass in the corner. A strange light cast shadows along the wall and distorted what he assumed was a face. His sleep-deprived brain wouldn’t register what his eyes were seeing. He crouched down threateningly, and slowly made his way over to the corner. 

"What do you think you’re doing here?" he said, his voice low and menacing. He tried to stop his hands from shaking as he came closer to the threat.

The young man squeaked in surprise at the sudden voice and instantly fumbled his PADD, clutching it to his chest in instinctive comfort and shock. Wide eyes stared unblinkingly into the shadowed room and he tensed in his seat, preparing to make a run for it.

"Who’s zat!" he said, voice trembling slightly, “Reweal yourself!"

Jim’s heart skipped a beat. 

"Chekov…" he said, relief spilling into his voice. He reached over and flicked the lights on, flooding the rec room with artificial light. Chekov sat huddled in the corner, PADD clutched to his chest, ever muscle tensed. Jim immediately felt guilty. The poor kid wasn’t doing anything.

"I’m so sorry, Chekov," he said, reaching a hand down to help the kid from the floor. “I had no idea…no one’s usually in here this late at night."

"Keptin?" Relief flooded him as he squinted in the bright light, smiling up at the form of the man before him, "Oh I am so glad it vas you. I zhout somezhing bad had snuck up from zhe planet or somezhing. You know our luck vith zhat sort of zhing." he took the man’s hand to help him to his feet, still clutching the PADD in the other hand, "I vas doing some research."

Then he paused and looked around, “Uh…vhat time is it sir?”

The Power of Science | Open

jimt-kirk:

itsarussianinwention:

It was late, or early, depending on how you viewed such things, and the young Navigator was all alone in the rec room, curled up in his corner with the light of his PADD illuminating his face. He was entirely focused on it, running through the telemetry and specs from the scans performed by the Enterprise over the planet below, as well as the scanning results from the initial landing party.

Absently he chewed on the end of his stylus as he considered the problem before him, completely unaware of the world around him. This was obvious when he didn’t so much as flinch when the door to the room schicked open and someone walked in.

Jim walked into the rec room, rubbing his eyes. Once again, sleep evaded him. It had become a regular occurrence and he found that the only thing he could do was to get up an walk. He found the dimmed lights of the Enterprise’s corridors and the darkened rooms were a comfort to him. Most everyone was sleeping, except for the night shift, but they were quiet and hardly seen.

He wasn’t expecting anyone to be in the rec room at this time at night, but he walked in an immediately he was set on edge. He wasn’t alone. He looked around, his eyes eventually falling on a huddled mass in the corner. A strange light cast shadows along the wall and distorted what he assumed was a face. His sleep-deprived brain wouldn’t register what his eyes were seeing. He crouched down threateningly, and slowly made his way over to the corner. 

"What do you think you’re doing here?" he said, his voice low and menacing. He tried to stop his hands from shaking as he came closer to the threat.

The young man squeaked in surprise at the sudden voice and instantly fumbled his PADD, clutching it to his chest in instinctive comfort and shock. Wide eyes stared unblinkingly into the shadowed room and he tensed in his seat, preparing to make a run for it.

"Who’s zat!" he said, voice trembling slightly, "Reweal yourself!"

The Power of Science | Open

It was late, or early, depending on how you viewed such things, and the young Navigator was all alone in the rec room, curled up in his corner with the light of his PADD illuminating his face. He was entirely focused on it, running through the telemetry and specs from the scans performed by the Enterprise over the planet below, as well as the scanning results from the initial landing party.

Absently he chewed on the end of his stylus as he considered the problem before him, completely unaware of the world around him. This was obvious when he didn’t so much as flinch when the door to the room schicked open and someone walked in.

Ships

  1. Chekov/McCoy
  2. Chekov/Kirk
  3. McCoy/Chekov/Kirk
  4. Chekov/Spock

leonardrnccoy:

prod·i·gy

/ˈprädəjē/

-> A person, esp. a young one, endowed with exceptional abilities.

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startrekdammit:

McChekov + War Zone

fussballmaedchen:

Longing (2/2).

carmelilla9:

I can do dat

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I can do dat

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