ST: AOS fic - Oh, What a Night
Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Title: Oh, What a Night
Author: alphabet26
Characters: Kirk, Uhura, Scotty, Sulu, and some background Chekov/OFC
Rating: PG-13
Category: Gen
Word Count: 1280ish
Spoilers: General movie spoilers.
Notes/Warnings: Sequel to Family Dinners. So this is a very silly, very self-indulgent fic. Also, many thanks to lady_sarai for the help with this! Title, of course, from the song by the Four Seasons.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Jim spread his hands. "Perfect. That'll be a nice break from having to fix, you know, big galaxy-threatening problems."
*****
Jim liked a lot of things about being captain. There were all the obvious perks (being in charge, awesome quarters, the uniform that really brought out his eyes), but the less obvious yet no less fantastic included moments like this.
He sat down next to Chekov, who was staring out into space moodily. Clearly, he needed cheering up, and Jim was pretty sure that cheering up navigators was in the job description.
"You know, it's not really 'morning' since we're in space and all, but I can't think of anything else to say. 'Good 0730 hours'? 'Good pre-alpha shift'?"
Chekov sort of half-shrugged. "Good morning, Captain," he replied.
Yeah, Jim was definitely going to have to do some cheering up. "So, what's eating you?"
Chekov shook his head. "Is nothing important, Captain."
Jim spread his hands. "Perfect. That'll be a nice break from having to fix, you know, big galaxy-threatening problems."
Chekov huffed out a laugh. "My girlfriend is upset that I can't go to junior prom."
Well. There were all sorts of interesting tidbits in that sentence for Jim to chew on. "Girlfriend," he repeated experimentally. "You have a girl back home."
Chekov didn't stifle his sigh very well. "Yes. Perhaps I should send a shipwide broadcast," he mused, as if to himself.
Jim ignored that. "And I guess it is about prom time, isn't it?"
Chekov nodded. "She understands I am in Starfleet," he said quickly, "but she is still upset."
Jim nodded sympathetically. "Women," he said, then considered it. Prom. Junior prom. High school. Not woman, girl. "Your girlfriend's in high school?"
Chekov shrugged. "She is sixteen, yes."
Jim stared. "Sixteen?"
Chekov gave him a puzzled look. "I am seventeen."
"Right." Jim did know that. But it was one thing to think of Chekov as a young Starfleet officer. It was a whole other thing to think of him as someone for whom there was no legal or moral ramifications for dating a high school girl. "So, when's the prom?"
Chekov tapped the PADD next to him. "Three weeks. I will send Megumi flowers, yes? That will help?"
"She can't slow dance with flowers, Chekov. Flowers won't pick her up in a limo and take her out to dinner." Jim sighed. "And flowers can't reap any of the benefits of giving her a great prom experience."
"Well, neither will I do any of those things," Chekov said gloomily.
Jim had been reviewing their schedule. The nice thing about a vague mission like "to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations" was that you could pretty much set your own timetable. He'd have to talk with Scotty, find the limits of how far they could transport... "You just might," he said.
Chekov gave him an unsure look. "Captain?"
"Let me see what I can do for you. You'll have to suffer through the dancing and all the rest, but after prom..." Jim smiled, reminiscing. "So worth it."
Chekov still looked puzzled, but nodded. "Aye, Captain. If you say so."
*****
Scotty didn't really care about helping Chekov out, but he brightened at the idea of a challenge. "We're not too far yet from our system. Shouldn't be a problem, no sir."
Jim looked pointedly at the beagle on Scotty's lap. "Well, make sure. We don't want Chekov hanging out in subspace for six months."
"Ooch, now, Captain, you wound me." Scotty brightened. "But we can have the lad deliver him to Admiral Archer, can't we, as he'll be in San Francisco anyway?"
Jim considered it. Admiral Archer'd probably appreciate it, and it couldn't hurt to have an admiral predisposed to think kindly of him. Plus, it'd add a bit of legitimacy to their detour. "I like the way you think, Scotty. Yes."
"No!" Uhura protested when Jim told her. "I'm not sending Chekov to prom with dog hairs all over his uniform."
"Isn't he picking up a tux?"
"Why would he be wearing a tux?"
"Why would he be wearing his uniform?"
They looked at each other.
"His dress uniform," Uhura said. "All the other little boys at the prom will be in rented tuxes, but she's being accompanied by a Starfleet officer. He's going to look the part."
Jim had to admit she had a point. But that still left them at odds about the dog. "We'll make sure it's in a carrier," he offered. "No dog hairs anywhere."
Uhura considered it. "There better not be." She stood up. "I have to go see Sulu about the corsage."
*****
Jim was admiring the pictures Chekov had sent back--Uhura had definitely been right about the dress uniform--when his door chimed and Sulu entered.
"Hey, Sulu. Nice job on the corsage," Jim said.
Sulu raised an eyebrow. "The corsage I made for Uhura?"
"Well, yeah, that one, but it wasn't for Uhura."
"Who was it for?"
Jim blinked. "Chekov."
"Chekov?"
"Well, not for him, for him. For his date."
Sulu went very still. "His date."
Jim nodded. "Prom. Girl's gotta have a corsage for prom."
Sulu stared at him. "Permission to speak freely, Captain?"
Jim shrugged. "Yeah, of course."
"Chekov's taking time off to go to back to Earth and attend a prom?"
"Yeah," Jim said proudly. Sulu didn't look too pleased. Who would have figured him for such a stickler? "Okay, sure, it's bending the rules a little. But come on, you remember your prom, right? I bet you got to use your sword, if you know what I mean."
If anything, Sulu's face got stiffer. "No one mentioned that fact while asking me to make the corsage?"
Oh. It was like that. Jim knew he had to tread carefully here. "Sulu," he said gently, "if Chekov has a girlfriend, then I'm pretty sure he likes girls."
Sulu rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. Jim noticed his hands flexing.
"But I bet you can still be friends," he added helpfully.
Sulu ignored that. "Did Chekov tell you anything about his date?" Sulu asked.
Jim sighed. Why would Sulu want to torture himself? "Her name's Meggie or Maggie or something."
"Megumi?"
Jim snapped his fingers. "That's it. Wait. You knew about it? Then why..."
"Because he's dating my sister," Sulu ground out between clenched teeth.
The advice he'd given Chekov, things like, "how to get lucky" and "hotel room hot tub slash room service" and "whipped cream" and the condoms he'd shoved in Chekov's jacket pocket all flashed through Jim's mind. "Oh," he said aloud.
Sulu looked at him.
"I told Chekov to always remember that his date is a lady and to have her home by 10 p.m. at the latest," Jim added.
Sulu pinched the bridge of his nose. "Oh, God. You probably booked the hotel room yourself."
"No, no," Jim assured him. Bones had, some sort of doctor discount or something, but Jim didn't really see how that was pertinent. "I'm pretty sure Chekov is going to spend the night on a park bench. You know. It's warm in California this time of year. Hey, did you want to see the pictures your parents took?" He opened the file and offered the PADD. Huh, yeah, Sulu did kind of look like his sister.
Sulu didn't take the PADD. There was a long pause. "What time is Chekov due back?" he finally asked.
"Tomorrow," Jim answered vaguely.
Sulu waited.
"Like, you know, 1300 hours or whatever."
Sulu's mouth worked, but no words came out. He finally nodded. "Captain," he said, spinning on his heel and exiting. Jim was pretty sure he was muttering to himself, but he didn't listen very hard.
Well. Uhura would want to see the pictures. Jim tucked the PADD under his arm and headed for her quarters.
*****
Comments and criticism always welcomed!
Title: Oh, What a Night
Author: alphabet26
Characters: Kirk, Uhura, Scotty, Sulu, and some background Chekov/OFC
Rating: PG-13
Category: Gen
Word Count: 1280ish
Spoilers: General movie spoilers.
Notes/Warnings: Sequel to Family Dinners. So this is a very silly, very self-indulgent fic. Also, many thanks to lady_sarai for the help with this! Title, of course, from the song by the Four Seasons.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Jim spread his hands. "Perfect. That'll be a nice break from having to fix, you know, big galaxy-threatening problems."
*****
Jim liked a lot of things about being captain. There were all the obvious perks (being in charge, awesome quarters, the uniform that really brought out his eyes), but the less obvious yet no less fantastic included moments like this.
He sat down next to Chekov, who was staring out into space moodily. Clearly, he needed cheering up, and Jim was pretty sure that cheering up navigators was in the job description.
"You know, it's not really 'morning' since we're in space and all, but I can't think of anything else to say. 'Good 0730 hours'? 'Good pre-alpha shift'?"
Chekov sort of half-shrugged. "Good morning, Captain," he replied.
Yeah, Jim was definitely going to have to do some cheering up. "So, what's eating you?"
Chekov shook his head. "Is nothing important, Captain."
Jim spread his hands. "Perfect. That'll be a nice break from having to fix, you know, big galaxy-threatening problems."
Chekov huffed out a laugh. "My girlfriend is upset that I can't go to junior prom."
Well. There were all sorts of interesting tidbits in that sentence for Jim to chew on. "Girlfriend," he repeated experimentally. "You have a girl back home."
Chekov didn't stifle his sigh very well. "Yes. Perhaps I should send a shipwide broadcast," he mused, as if to himself.
Jim ignored that. "And I guess it is about prom time, isn't it?"
Chekov nodded. "She understands I am in Starfleet," he said quickly, "but she is still upset."
Jim nodded sympathetically. "Women," he said, then considered it. Prom. Junior prom. High school. Not woman, girl. "Your girlfriend's in high school?"
Chekov shrugged. "She is sixteen, yes."
Jim stared. "Sixteen?"
Chekov gave him a puzzled look. "I am seventeen."
"Right." Jim did know that. But it was one thing to think of Chekov as a young Starfleet officer. It was a whole other thing to think of him as someone for whom there was no legal or moral ramifications for dating a high school girl. "So, when's the prom?"
Chekov tapped the PADD next to him. "Three weeks. I will send Megumi flowers, yes? That will help?"
"She can't slow dance with flowers, Chekov. Flowers won't pick her up in a limo and take her out to dinner." Jim sighed. "And flowers can't reap any of the benefits of giving her a great prom experience."
"Well, neither will I do any of those things," Chekov said gloomily.
Jim had been reviewing their schedule. The nice thing about a vague mission like "to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations" was that you could pretty much set your own timetable. He'd have to talk with Scotty, find the limits of how far they could transport... "You just might," he said.
Chekov gave him an unsure look. "Captain?"
"Let me see what I can do for you. You'll have to suffer through the dancing and all the rest, but after prom..." Jim smiled, reminiscing. "So worth it."
Chekov still looked puzzled, but nodded. "Aye, Captain. If you say so."
*****
Scotty didn't really care about helping Chekov out, but he brightened at the idea of a challenge. "We're not too far yet from our system. Shouldn't be a problem, no sir."
Jim looked pointedly at the beagle on Scotty's lap. "Well, make sure. We don't want Chekov hanging out in subspace for six months."
"Ooch, now, Captain, you wound me." Scotty brightened. "But we can have the lad deliver him to Admiral Archer, can't we, as he'll be in San Francisco anyway?"
Jim considered it. Admiral Archer'd probably appreciate it, and it couldn't hurt to have an admiral predisposed to think kindly of him. Plus, it'd add a bit of legitimacy to their detour. "I like the way you think, Scotty. Yes."
"No!" Uhura protested when Jim told her. "I'm not sending Chekov to prom with dog hairs all over his uniform."
"Isn't he picking up a tux?"
"Why would he be wearing a tux?"
"Why would he be wearing his uniform?"
They looked at each other.
"His dress uniform," Uhura said. "All the other little boys at the prom will be in rented tuxes, but she's being accompanied by a Starfleet officer. He's going to look the part."
Jim had to admit she had a point. But that still left them at odds about the dog. "We'll make sure it's in a carrier," he offered. "No dog hairs anywhere."
Uhura considered it. "There better not be." She stood up. "I have to go see Sulu about the corsage."
*****
Jim was admiring the pictures Chekov had sent back--Uhura had definitely been right about the dress uniform--when his door chimed and Sulu entered.
"Hey, Sulu. Nice job on the corsage," Jim said.
Sulu raised an eyebrow. "The corsage I made for Uhura?"
"Well, yeah, that one, but it wasn't for Uhura."
"Who was it for?"
Jim blinked. "Chekov."
"Chekov?"
"Well, not for him, for him. For his date."
Sulu went very still. "His date."
Jim nodded. "Prom. Girl's gotta have a corsage for prom."
Sulu stared at him. "Permission to speak freely, Captain?"
Jim shrugged. "Yeah, of course."
"Chekov's taking time off to go to back to Earth and attend a prom?"
"Yeah," Jim said proudly. Sulu didn't look too pleased. Who would have figured him for such a stickler? "Okay, sure, it's bending the rules a little. But come on, you remember your prom, right? I bet you got to use your sword, if you know what I mean."
If anything, Sulu's face got stiffer. "No one mentioned that fact while asking me to make the corsage?"
Oh. It was like that. Jim knew he had to tread carefully here. "Sulu," he said gently, "if Chekov has a girlfriend, then I'm pretty sure he likes girls."
Sulu rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. Jim noticed his hands flexing.
"But I bet you can still be friends," he added helpfully.
Sulu ignored that. "Did Chekov tell you anything about his date?" Sulu asked.
Jim sighed. Why would Sulu want to torture himself? "Her name's Meggie or Maggie or something."
"Megumi?"
Jim snapped his fingers. "That's it. Wait. You knew about it? Then why..."
"Because he's dating my sister," Sulu ground out between clenched teeth.
The advice he'd given Chekov, things like, "how to get lucky" and "hotel room hot tub slash room service" and "whipped cream" and the condoms he'd shoved in Chekov's jacket pocket all flashed through Jim's mind. "Oh," he said aloud.
Sulu looked at him.
"I told Chekov to always remember that his date is a lady and to have her home by 10 p.m. at the latest," Jim added.
Sulu pinched the bridge of his nose. "Oh, God. You probably booked the hotel room yourself."
"No, no," Jim assured him. Bones had, some sort of doctor discount or something, but Jim didn't really see how that was pertinent. "I'm pretty sure Chekov is going to spend the night on a park bench. You know. It's warm in California this time of year. Hey, did you want to see the pictures your parents took?" He opened the file and offered the PADD. Huh, yeah, Sulu did kind of look like his sister.
Sulu didn't take the PADD. There was a long pause. "What time is Chekov due back?" he finally asked.
"Tomorrow," Jim answered vaguely.
Sulu waited.
"Like, you know, 1300 hours or whatever."
Sulu's mouth worked, but no words came out. He finally nodded. "Captain," he said, spinning on his heel and exiting. Jim was pretty sure he was muttering to himself, but he didn't listen very hard.
Well. Uhura would want to see the pictures. Jim tucked the PADD under his arm and headed for her quarters.
*****
Comments and criticism always welcomed!