#askensignchekov

G: Elfie, now that we’re friends, I’ve decided to make you my new project. E: You really don’t have to do that G: I know. That’s what makes me so nice. *music begins*

someone: talks to me about mcchekov

me: yaaay

(ur adorable and ilu HERE HAVE A MCCHEKOV THING I SHIP THEM LIKE FEDEX. i hope you’re well!)

Leonard McCoy was sufficiently stumped. He stood in front of Ensign Pavel Chekov with his arms crossed in front of his chest, head quirked in open curiosity. The young man had come to him not twenty minutes ago with complaints of a headache, chills and a cough. But the tricorder analysis had proven otherwise indeed.

“How long have you been feeling these symptoms, Mr. Chekov?” McCoy inquired, unable to keep the hint of suspicion from his voice. In general, Chekov looked nothing short of completely ordinary—well, as ordinary as Pavel Chekov seemed to be on the daily, anyway: chest puffed out, eyes big and curious, brow perpetually furrowed in a combination of tough-guy performance and inquisitiveness only found in Starfleet’s ambitious twenty-somethings.

“Oh, a few days now, Doctor. It is wery distracting.” Chekov nodded firmly, mimicking McCoy’s stance and folding his arms, too.

Len nodded and clicked his tongue. “Shame. S’awful interesting, though, that you didn’t come to me sooner if it was botherin’ ya. Or had Yeoman Rand getcha some nice replicated chicken soup—”

“You know, ze chicken soup remedy was inwented in Russ—”

“Mr. Chekov,” McCoy sighed, “If you’re not lookin’ for an excuse to ditch Delta Shift, then I’m a monkey’s uncle. You haven’t coughed once since you came in.”

Something like a blush crept over Chekov’s face, and McCoy couldn’t fight the smile spreading across his face. Victory. “There’s nothin’ wrong with you, kiddo. Nothin’ I can spot.”

“I assure you, Doctor McCoy, zere is.” Chekov stuck out his bottom lip in that particular way that usually meant he was either confused or being particularly indignant. McCoy guessed in this case it was the latter.

“Oh, really? And what is it?”

Chekov dipped his head, but McCoy could just see the small grin hiding under his mop of brown hair. “Vat’s wrong, Doctor, is zat you and I have not had dinner together yet.”

McCoy blinked. Opened his mouth, then shut it again. After a few painstakingly long moments, he mustered a small, “What?”

“I said,” repeated Chekov loudly, drawing out syllables as if the entire conversation was an unnecessary inconvenience to him, “My othervise incurable ailments can only be remedied by your company in the mess hall.” He coughed theatrically. “Sir.”

McCoy hadn’t realized he’d been standing with his jaw slack for the last minute or so, and quickly shook his head, rattling himself out of the sheer shock into which he’d been rendered. Surprise gave into amusement, and then, well…something else he wasn’t quite sure of yet.

He let out a low whistle and sighed once again. “Smooth as Maker’s Mark, this one…” he murmured to himself with a smirk. Chekov looked up at him, and McCoy shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Tomorrow night, 1900 hours. Don’t be late, Ensign. get to the bridge before Jim has a hissy fit.”

Pavel grinned at him from ear to ear before barreling out of sickbay. McCoy watched him go, unable to stop smiling himself.

"Doctor?” was Nurse Chapel’s voice nearby, “Is Ensign Chekov all right?”

“Hm?” McCoy turned to Christine and met her concerned expression with a far too giddy one. “Oh. Ensign Chekov. He’s fine. He’s just…just fine.”

If Nurse Chapel looked at him funny for the rest of the night afterward, he sure as hell didn’t notice.

graverunners replied to your post: “GUESS WHO DROPPED THEIR GLASSES ON THE FUCKING TOILET TAKE A WILD...”:

OMFG HOW DID YOU EVEN THAT'S IT ANNA YOU WIN YOU WIN AT LIFE

ITS BECAUSE MY GLASSES ARE REALLY LOOSE AND SOMETIMES THEY FALL AND I WAS LEANING OVER THE TOILET TO CHANGE THE TOILET PAPER AND THEY FELL AND I COULDNT CATCH THEM

askensignchekov replied to your post: “GUESS WHO DROPPED THEIR GLASSES ON THE FUCKING TOILET TAKE A WILD...”:

paps ur head // I'm so sorry

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AA THANK YOU SO MUCH ;v;