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Fic: The Movie Never Ends (It Goes On and On and On and On) 6/6
Title: The Movie Never Ends (It Goes On and On and On and On)
Series: Star Trek XI: waterpark 'verse
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and some fade to black hanky-panky
Total Word Count: Are you ready for this shit? 44,841. It's just...it's full of stars.
Summary: Welcome to the Enterprise's newest mission, a voyage to a little planet called Castro III. For once, obeying the Prime Directive is the least of their worries. It's hard to be in Starfleet when you have to deal with transporter malfunctions, video game sessions, rings, jail cells, matador costumes, bowling matches, miscommunications, spies, observation deck talks, champagne, disciplinary hearings, new nicknames, romantic dinners, and a pair of people who won't be talking when the dust settles.
Pairing Notes: Kirk/Bones, Spock/Uhura, Sulu/Chapel
Notes: This takes place a year and eight months into the five year mission, meaning Kirk and Bones have been dating for eight months. (LOL POSTING IN MY OWN UNIVERSE OUT OF ORDER.) If you haven't read everything else in the land of waterparks and roller rinks, certain things will be confusing to you.
In which, Pavel faces some consequences of his actions.
...It occurs to me that you guys probably think I hate Pavel because of this fic. Honestly, I don't. He's actually my favorite after McCoy. I just...it seems to me like there are a lot of downsides to being a child genius and I don't always feel like that gets addressed? So I wanted to address it. Or something.
Epilogue
Five days passed since Castro III, or as Kirk was now calling it “That Other Planet We Do Not Discuss.” The crew of the Enterprise was in warp en route to Babel to provide security and aid with a large diplomatic conference.
Pavel Chekov arrived at the captain's ready room five minutes before he was scheduled.
He had spent a lot of time thinking the last few days, what with his roommate and their friends not really speaking to him. Oh sure, they were all still professional, but they were somewhat cold. He didn't think McCoy would ever stop glaring at him.
Not that he didn't deserve it.
Hikaru had been right about everything. He had only been thinking of himself, he never once gave a thought to how his actions would make Hikaru or Nurse Chapel feel. Pavel was embarrassed at how easily manipulating the system to suit his ends came to him as a solution. At just how far he had gone. He could barely look at himself, let alone blame other people for wanting nothing to do with him.
He should be thrown out or thrown in the brig. That probably was why Kirk called him here, actually, to go ahead and have him hand in his badge so to speak. Which, frankly, he also deserved.
There was also a lot of irony that was not lost on him. He had been so convinced that he was being abandoned, he over-reacted and thusly...his own actions caused him to be abandoned. It was a rather painful lesson, one he had no desire to repeat.
The worst part of this, Pavel thought, wasn't that he was probably going to get kicked out and be sent home in disgrace. It was that he had let all of these people down, these people who truly cared for him. There was nothing he could do to ever make it right, to regain that trust. That was the worst part of all of this.
Enough moping, it was time to face the music. He pushed the button, the door slid open, and he walked into the room.
Kirk was already seated, two PADDs in front of him. He glanced up from his reading and inclined his head in a greeting. “Chekov,” he said in a serious tone. “Have a seat.”
Pavel slowly made his way to the chair directly across from the captain, and he pulled it out from the table. He sat down, his back perfectly straight and his eyes cast downward.
“Since you're here, we'll go ahead and get started,” Jim said as he moved one of his PADDs to the side. “On Stardate 2260.75, you accessed secure computer databanks on the Enterprise to deliberately sabotage a fellow crew member, Lieutenant Christine Chapel, directly in violation of Starfleet Regulation 223. You hacked into the database to First Officer Spock's personnel files to change her duty schedule. In an escalating tactic, you then hacked again into the security database to cause an emergency quarantine in the medical wing, trapping two thirds of the staff inside including Chief Medical Officer Leonard McCoy, violating Security Protocol 71.02.”
Chekov swallowed.
“Ensign Chekov, do you understand the charges as they have been explained to you?”
He forced himself to look up and meet Kirk's gaze. “Aye, sir.”
This was the first time he had ever seen Jim Kirk look so expressionless. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“No, sir.”
Jim looked at him for a moment; truthfully, he had been expecting a barrage of excuses like the kid gave Sulu. This was a surprise, and not an unpleasant one. “Starting tomorrow when you're not on duty, even for mealtimes, you're confined to quarters for two weeks.” The captain tilted his head to one side. “Normally, you'd be thrown in the brig but you need to deal with the fallout without any sort of leeway. This does not mean, however, that you are to be harassed. If any crew member refuses to work with you or treats you with undue disrespect, report it to me immediately. Do you understand?”
Chekov nodded.
“You also, from here until an as of yet undecided date of my choosing, will be unable to access the ship's computers for anything not related to eating, sleeping, working, or being able to meet your physical training requirements.”
Chekov nodded again. He hadn't been expecting that, but he couldn't really blame Kirk either.
“These events are also going in your permanent service record.”
Oh.
“Anytime you come up for a commendation or promotion, this is going to follow you as a reminder of both the reckless behavior you indulged in and the consequences of such actions.” Kirk leaned back in his chair. Somehow, the captain looked even more serious than he already did. “I'll remind you that if you think I'm being unfair, normally the First Officer is supposed to handle these matters.”
Pavel felt his eyes widen for a moment, but then he regained control of himself. There was something he didn't understand, though. “Captain?”
“Yes?”
“I am not being discharged,” he began. “Why?”
Jim raised his eyebrows. “What, do you want to be?”
Pavel shook his head furiously. “No, sir.”
“Do you regret your actions?”
There was a long silence in the room.
“What,” Pavel finally asked.
“Do you regret your actions? And not just because you got caught.” Kirk steepled his hands and rested his chin on them. “I mean, sincerely.”
There was another long silence.
“Yes.” Pavel looked down at the table. “I do.”
“Then you don't need to be discharged,” Jim said. He pushed the PADD across the table and Pavel took it and turned it towards him so that he could read it. “Sign on the line demonstrating that you understand the disciplinary action I have explained to you today.”
Pavel took the stylus and signed. He slowly pushed the PADD back to Jim. Jim looked it over and nodded with approval.
“All right then, that's all I need. You're dismissed.”
Pavel stood from the table and began to walk out of the room.
“Oh, Chekov?”
He turned to face the captain, who was now and rather amazingly, smiling at him.
“Rec room on deck six at 1900. Don't be late.”
Pavel nodded once and then he was on his way.
-----
It was only a small gathering in one of the rec rooms, but that was the way Spock and Uhura said they preferred it.
Scotty and Jim were currently arguing with a bottle of champagne the latter had hidden for a special occasion. Frankly, as far as the captain was concerned nothing was more special than his First Officer and Communications Officer getting hitched.
Uhura watched them with concern. “Just don't make it explode, guys. I don't want to leave a mess.”
“Not happening,” Jim growled. “This is getting opened the right way or my name's not James Tiberius Kirk. And it is, so there.”
Scotty held out his hands. “Here, let me hold her and you fuss with the cork. That way we'll keep her steady.”
“Is every object a woman to you,” Jim wondered almost to himself. “I mean, my ship and the transporter, and now this bottle of booze...”
“There a problem - no twist it - with that,” Scotty said in a dark tone.
“Just...” There suddenly came a loud pop. “Yes! Just noticing a pattern, is all.”
Miraculously, the champagne did not explode out of the bottle. Scotty took it off Kirk's hands and began to pour it into the flutes on the table. “Not sure there's enough for everyone, but I'll do my best.”
“That's fine,” Jim said with a laugh. It was then that he noticed while they were wrestling with the bottle Bones had joined them. “Hi,” he said as he walked up to him.
Bones placed his hands on his waist and pulled him in close. “What's got you so pleased?”
“Maybe I take a little responsibility for this,” he said with a smile and a look to Uhura and Spock, who were arm-in-arm and talking to Sulu and Christine animatedly. Well...Nyota was animated, Spock looked mildly intrigued.
“Oh what, like you made this happen?”
“I make lots of things happen. Like miracles.”
Bones shook his head. “No, Scotty's the one that makes the miracles.”
Jim raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? Well, if he's the Miracle Man then what am I?”
Bones gazed at him intently for a moment before finally whispering, “Amazing.”
Shock crossed Jim's features before he smiled as brightly as the sun. “I'm still not used to you doing that.”
The doctor favored him with a smile of his own. “Get used to it, it's not going to stop anytime soon.”
“Hm. Okay,” he chirped and he placed both of his hands on Bones' face. They tenderly began to kiss.
The rec room door opened and Pavel slowly stepped inside in his civilian clothes. He hung back for a moment and took in what everyone was doing. The doctor and the captain were making out (normal and also yech) and Scotty was talking to...oh.
He should have known that Hikaru would be here. After all, he and Nyota were as close as he and...well, they were really close.
This was a mistake.
Deciding quickly that he didn't belong, Pavel began to turn around.
He failed to realize that Nyota had seen his every move since he arrived. He also didn't see her excusing herself and running over to meet him. “Pavel!”
He turned to face her with a smile he didn't really feel. “Hi...and congratulations,” he finally managed to get out. “I forgot I have...”
“Pavel, save it.” She looked at him sternly. “I know why you're leaving.”
His face fell. “Oh. I am obvious?”
“A little bit,” Nyota said with a shrug. Gathering her thoughts carefully, she stared off into the distance. After a moment, she gave him her full attention once again. “I don't agree at all with what you did, and I know you realize now you were wrong,” she began. “But I am not angry with you and neither is Spock.”
Pavel's spirits lifted a little. “Really?”
“Really.” Nyota nodded. “You're obviously not proud of yourself, and I understand that Kirk took official action. I can't speak for everyone else, but as far as we're concerned it's done.”
Somewhat stupidly, he felt like he was going to cry. “Thank you.”
“You're welcome.” She smiled, before becoming more serious. “Pavel, look. The thing about people in general, and family in particular, is that sometimes they do things that you don't like or even that horribly disappoint you.” At her words, he found himself looking down at the floor. “People do things that hurt sometimes.” The smile that she gave him was very gentle and she took his hands in hers.“The most amazing thing about us is our capacity to forgive. People will forgive you in time, but you can't run away until they do. That's not how it works. That's definitely not how family works. Do you understand me?”
He nodded and for the first time in almost a week he felt...okay. Not great or even good, but okay. It was progress.
“Great, now come over here with me, Kirk's going to make a toast,” she said as put her arm around his shoulders to steer him back to everyone else. Nyota looked at Jim and Leonard and wondered for a moment if it was wrong to wish they were still fighting. “I said, Kirk's going to make a toast!”
The captain and the doctor finally broke apart with matching sheepish looks on their faces.
“Oh right,” Jim said distractedly. “Sorry, it's not my fault Bones finds me irresistible.”
Bones simply rolled his eyes and grabbed a flute of champagne, handing it to Jim before taking one for himself.
“Okay so if I could have your attention,” Jim said loudly and everyone else's conversations stopped. Chekov moved so he was standing next to Scotty. Good, everyone was listening. “So I ran a few ideas by Spock but, for some reason, he vetoed them as being inappropriate...”
“Toasting Nyota's “gams” would hardly be acceptable for this occasion,” Spock remarked in a tone that was so dry it made Jim feel like he needed a glass of water.
“Anyways...” Jim grinned and shrugged. “I will only say this. If there ever were two people meant to be together, it's the both of you. I wish you nothing but the very best, and I'm sure everyone here agrees.” They all nodded. “To the happy couple!”
“To the happy couple,” everyone else said in unison. They all clinked glasses, and for rest of the night did nothing more complicated than enjoy each other as friends.
Until those Birds of Prey decloaked in front of the ship, that is.
Coming Soon: To the End (La Comedie)
Next time on "there's a water park theater," four months have passed and everything is going well and fine. Spock and Uhura are enjoying their long engagement, Jim and Bones are having their first anniversary, Chekov and Scotty are finding they have quite a lot in common, and Sulu and Christine are quite happy.
So naturally, Pike delivers some unhappy news to Jim, Spock is suddenly not feeling so hot, Chris has a harder and harder time keeping her secret, and Scotty is facing a conundrum of his own.
Can the crew of the Enterprise overcome their obstacles? Can Sulu and Chekov become friends again? Can I stop with the ridiculous summaries and coming attractions parts of my posts? (Obviously, that last one's a no.)
Let me just end this with one specific thing. You are all cordially invited to the wedding of...
Chapter Five
Series: Star Trek XI: waterpark 'verse
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and some fade to black hanky-panky
Total Word Count: Are you ready for this shit? 44,841. It's just...it's full of stars.
Summary: Welcome to the Enterprise's newest mission, a voyage to a little planet called Castro III. For once, obeying the Prime Directive is the least of their worries. It's hard to be in Starfleet when you have to deal with transporter malfunctions, video game sessions, rings, jail cells, matador costumes, bowling matches, miscommunications, spies, observation deck talks, champagne, disciplinary hearings, new nicknames, romantic dinners, and a pair of people who won't be talking when the dust settles.
Pairing Notes: Kirk/Bones, Spock/Uhura, Sulu/Chapel
Notes: This takes place a year and eight months into the five year mission, meaning Kirk and Bones have been dating for eight months. (LOL POSTING IN MY OWN UNIVERSE OUT OF ORDER.) If you haven't read everything else in the land of waterparks and roller rinks, certain things will be confusing to you.
In which, Pavel faces some consequences of his actions.
...It occurs to me that you guys probably think I hate Pavel because of this fic. Honestly, I don't. He's actually my favorite after McCoy. I just...it seems to me like there are a lot of downsides to being a child genius and I don't always feel like that gets addressed? So I wanted to address it. Or something.
Epilogue
Five days passed since Castro III, or as Kirk was now calling it “That Other Planet We Do Not Discuss.” The crew of the Enterprise was in warp en route to Babel to provide security and aid with a large diplomatic conference.
Pavel Chekov arrived at the captain's ready room five minutes before he was scheduled.
He had spent a lot of time thinking the last few days, what with his roommate and their friends not really speaking to him. Oh sure, they were all still professional, but they were somewhat cold. He didn't think McCoy would ever stop glaring at him.
Not that he didn't deserve it.
Hikaru had been right about everything. He had only been thinking of himself, he never once gave a thought to how his actions would make Hikaru or Nurse Chapel feel. Pavel was embarrassed at how easily manipulating the system to suit his ends came to him as a solution. At just how far he had gone. He could barely look at himself, let alone blame other people for wanting nothing to do with him.
He should be thrown out or thrown in the brig. That probably was why Kirk called him here, actually, to go ahead and have him hand in his badge so to speak. Which, frankly, he also deserved.
There was also a lot of irony that was not lost on him. He had been so convinced that he was being abandoned, he over-reacted and thusly...his own actions caused him to be abandoned. It was a rather painful lesson, one he had no desire to repeat.
The worst part of this, Pavel thought, wasn't that he was probably going to get kicked out and be sent home in disgrace. It was that he had let all of these people down, these people who truly cared for him. There was nothing he could do to ever make it right, to regain that trust. That was the worst part of all of this.
Enough moping, it was time to face the music. He pushed the button, the door slid open, and he walked into the room.
Kirk was already seated, two PADDs in front of him. He glanced up from his reading and inclined his head in a greeting. “Chekov,” he said in a serious tone. “Have a seat.”
Pavel slowly made his way to the chair directly across from the captain, and he pulled it out from the table. He sat down, his back perfectly straight and his eyes cast downward.
“Since you're here, we'll go ahead and get started,” Jim said as he moved one of his PADDs to the side. “On Stardate 2260.75, you accessed secure computer databanks on the Enterprise to deliberately sabotage a fellow crew member, Lieutenant Christine Chapel, directly in violation of Starfleet Regulation 223. You hacked into the database to First Officer Spock's personnel files to change her duty schedule. In an escalating tactic, you then hacked again into the security database to cause an emergency quarantine in the medical wing, trapping two thirds of the staff inside including Chief Medical Officer Leonard McCoy, violating Security Protocol 71.02.”
Chekov swallowed.
“Ensign Chekov, do you understand the charges as they have been explained to you?”
He forced himself to look up and meet Kirk's gaze. “Aye, sir.”
This was the first time he had ever seen Jim Kirk look so expressionless. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“No, sir.”
Jim looked at him for a moment; truthfully, he had been expecting a barrage of excuses like the kid gave Sulu. This was a surprise, and not an unpleasant one. “Starting tomorrow when you're not on duty, even for mealtimes, you're confined to quarters for two weeks.” The captain tilted his head to one side. “Normally, you'd be thrown in the brig but you need to deal with the fallout without any sort of leeway. This does not mean, however, that you are to be harassed. If any crew member refuses to work with you or treats you with undue disrespect, report it to me immediately. Do you understand?”
Chekov nodded.
“You also, from here until an as of yet undecided date of my choosing, will be unable to access the ship's computers for anything not related to eating, sleeping, working, or being able to meet your physical training requirements.”
Chekov nodded again. He hadn't been expecting that, but he couldn't really blame Kirk either.
“These events are also going in your permanent service record.”
Oh.
“Anytime you come up for a commendation or promotion, this is going to follow you as a reminder of both the reckless behavior you indulged in and the consequences of such actions.” Kirk leaned back in his chair. Somehow, the captain looked even more serious than he already did. “I'll remind you that if you think I'm being unfair, normally the First Officer is supposed to handle these matters.”
Pavel felt his eyes widen for a moment, but then he regained control of himself. There was something he didn't understand, though. “Captain?”
“Yes?”
“I am not being discharged,” he began. “Why?”
Jim raised his eyebrows. “What, do you want to be?”
Pavel shook his head furiously. “No, sir.”
“Do you regret your actions?”
There was a long silence in the room.
“What,” Pavel finally asked.
“Do you regret your actions? And not just because you got caught.” Kirk steepled his hands and rested his chin on them. “I mean, sincerely.”
There was another long silence.
“Yes.” Pavel looked down at the table. “I do.”
“Then you don't need to be discharged,” Jim said. He pushed the PADD across the table and Pavel took it and turned it towards him so that he could read it. “Sign on the line demonstrating that you understand the disciplinary action I have explained to you today.”
Pavel took the stylus and signed. He slowly pushed the PADD back to Jim. Jim looked it over and nodded with approval.
“All right then, that's all I need. You're dismissed.”
Pavel stood from the table and began to walk out of the room.
“Oh, Chekov?”
He turned to face the captain, who was now and rather amazingly, smiling at him.
“Rec room on deck six at 1900. Don't be late.”
Pavel nodded once and then he was on his way.
It was only a small gathering in one of the rec rooms, but that was the way Spock and Uhura said they preferred it.
Scotty and Jim were currently arguing with a bottle of champagne the latter had hidden for a special occasion. Frankly, as far as the captain was concerned nothing was more special than his First Officer and Communications Officer getting hitched.
Uhura watched them with concern. “Just don't make it explode, guys. I don't want to leave a mess.”
“Not happening,” Jim growled. “This is getting opened the right way or my name's not James Tiberius Kirk. And it is, so there.”
Scotty held out his hands. “Here, let me hold her and you fuss with the cork. That way we'll keep her steady.”
“Is every object a woman to you,” Jim wondered almost to himself. “I mean, my ship and the transporter, and now this bottle of booze...”
“There a problem - no twist it - with that,” Scotty said in a dark tone.
“Just...” There suddenly came a loud pop. “Yes! Just noticing a pattern, is all.”
Miraculously, the champagne did not explode out of the bottle. Scotty took it off Kirk's hands and began to pour it into the flutes on the table. “Not sure there's enough for everyone, but I'll do my best.”
“That's fine,” Jim said with a laugh. It was then that he noticed while they were wrestling with the bottle Bones had joined them. “Hi,” he said as he walked up to him.
Bones placed his hands on his waist and pulled him in close. “What's got you so pleased?”
“Maybe I take a little responsibility for this,” he said with a smile and a look to Uhura and Spock, who were arm-in-arm and talking to Sulu and Christine animatedly. Well...Nyota was animated, Spock looked mildly intrigued.
“Oh what, like you made this happen?”
“I make lots of things happen. Like miracles.”
Bones shook his head. “No, Scotty's the one that makes the miracles.”
Jim raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? Well, if he's the Miracle Man then what am I?”
Bones gazed at him intently for a moment before finally whispering, “Amazing.”
Shock crossed Jim's features before he smiled as brightly as the sun. “I'm still not used to you doing that.”
The doctor favored him with a smile of his own. “Get used to it, it's not going to stop anytime soon.”
“Hm. Okay,” he chirped and he placed both of his hands on Bones' face. They tenderly began to kiss.
The rec room door opened and Pavel slowly stepped inside in his civilian clothes. He hung back for a moment and took in what everyone was doing. The doctor and the captain were making out (normal and also yech) and Scotty was talking to...oh.
He should have known that Hikaru would be here. After all, he and Nyota were as close as he and...well, they were really close.
This was a mistake.
Deciding quickly that he didn't belong, Pavel began to turn around.
He failed to realize that Nyota had seen his every move since he arrived. He also didn't see her excusing herself and running over to meet him. “Pavel!”
He turned to face her with a smile he didn't really feel. “Hi...and congratulations,” he finally managed to get out. “I forgot I have...”
“Pavel, save it.” She looked at him sternly. “I know why you're leaving.”
His face fell. “Oh. I am obvious?”
“A little bit,” Nyota said with a shrug. Gathering her thoughts carefully, she stared off into the distance. After a moment, she gave him her full attention once again. “I don't agree at all with what you did, and I know you realize now you were wrong,” she began. “But I am not angry with you and neither is Spock.”
Pavel's spirits lifted a little. “Really?”
“Really.” Nyota nodded. “You're obviously not proud of yourself, and I understand that Kirk took official action. I can't speak for everyone else, but as far as we're concerned it's done.”
Somewhat stupidly, he felt like he was going to cry. “Thank you.”
“You're welcome.” She smiled, before becoming more serious. “Pavel, look. The thing about people in general, and family in particular, is that sometimes they do things that you don't like or even that horribly disappoint you.” At her words, he found himself looking down at the floor. “People do things that hurt sometimes.” The smile that she gave him was very gentle and she took his hands in hers.“The most amazing thing about us is our capacity to forgive. People will forgive you in time, but you can't run away until they do. That's not how it works. That's definitely not how family works. Do you understand me?”
He nodded and for the first time in almost a week he felt...okay. Not great or even good, but okay. It was progress.
“Great, now come over here with me, Kirk's going to make a toast,” she said as put her arm around his shoulders to steer him back to everyone else. Nyota looked at Jim and Leonard and wondered for a moment if it was wrong to wish they were still fighting. “I said, Kirk's going to make a toast!”
The captain and the doctor finally broke apart with matching sheepish looks on their faces.
“Oh right,” Jim said distractedly. “Sorry, it's not my fault Bones finds me irresistible.”
Bones simply rolled his eyes and grabbed a flute of champagne, handing it to Jim before taking one for himself.
“Okay so if I could have your attention,” Jim said loudly and everyone else's conversations stopped. Chekov moved so he was standing next to Scotty. Good, everyone was listening. “So I ran a few ideas by Spock but, for some reason, he vetoed them as being inappropriate...”
“Toasting Nyota's “gams” would hardly be acceptable for this occasion,” Spock remarked in a tone that was so dry it made Jim feel like he needed a glass of water.
“Anyways...” Jim grinned and shrugged. “I will only say this. If there ever were two people meant to be together, it's the both of you. I wish you nothing but the very best, and I'm sure everyone here agrees.” They all nodded. “To the happy couple!”
“To the happy couple,” everyone else said in unison. They all clinked glasses, and for rest of the night did nothing more complicated than enjoy each other as friends.
Until those Birds of Prey decloaked in front of the ship, that is.
Coming Soon: To the End (La Comedie)
Next time on "there's a water park theater," four months have passed and everything is going well and fine. Spock and Uhura are enjoying their long engagement, Jim and Bones are having their first anniversary, Chekov and Scotty are finding they have quite a lot in common, and Sulu and Christine are quite happy.
So naturally, Pike delivers some unhappy news to Jim, Spock is suddenly not feeling so hot, Chris has a harder and harder time keeping her secret, and Scotty is facing a conundrum of his own.
Can the crew of the Enterprise overcome their obstacles? Can Sulu and Chekov become friends again? Can I stop with the ridiculous summaries and coming attractions parts of my posts? (Obviously, that last one's a no.)
Let me just end this with one specific thing. You are all cordially invited to the wedding of...
Chapter Five