Star Trek Reader Inserts

It's A Sign- Chekov

Oh man, I am so excited for this one! Requested by lovely Actress_in_side678, I hope it's to your liking!

Pavel Chekov absent-mindedly shoveled food into his mouth as he watched you slowly make your way around the cafeteria picking up people's dirty dishes and leftover food. You were always good at balancing loads of plates topped with cups. The food replicator may be good at making food but engineers have yet to figure out a way to take care of the dishes.

He heard a 'plop' and looked down, the food from his fork had landed on the table. He quickly looked up to make sure no one saw that, but he made immediate eye contact with you. You happened to catch the whole thing and to save him from further embarrassment you gave him a small smile and a pointed look before you smirked before turning around and finishing up before the next wave of crewmen came in to eat.

Chekov quickly cleaned up his area and finished his food before he stood up to take care of his own dishes. He followed you a back area behind the replicators where leftover food was disposed and the dishes were repurposed. His eyes widened, he had never seen this part of this ship, never even thought about what happens behind the scenes.

You start to place dishes in a bin of soapy warm water, humming something. Chekov followed you, watching as you put another small layer of clothes on to not get your kitchen uniform wet. He stepped forward, thinking you didn't notice he was there.

"Hello. Um, here are a few more dishes." He reached out to hand them to you but you got started on cleaning the dishes. Chekov cocked his head to the side, taking a step forward and trying again. "Hey, uh, hello? Here, I have more dishes. If you want I can just, uh..."

But you still didn't turn around. Not wanting to be ignored, Chekov stepped forward until he was standing right next to you. Finally you looked over but you didn't say anything, instead, you just smiled at him, nodding at the dishes he set down on the counter before you turned back to cleaning the dishes.

A smile and a nod? That's it?

"Um, I guess I'll leave you to it it then." Chekov nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he left you alone in the weird washroom.

The young Russian played back everything he said and did, trying to think what he did wrong for you to not speak to him. You knew he was there, you looked at him and even smiled. Chekov shook his head as he made his way to his post in engineering. On the way there, Spock happened to pass him, nodding to him but stopped when he saw the look on Chekov's face.

"Pardon me, Ensign, but you look troubled. Is there something I can assist you with?"

Chekov looked up at the Vulcan and blinked, shaking his head slightly. "Oh, Commander. Uh, no. I don't think you can help me, it could be nothing." He shrugged.

"On the contrary, I understand from past experiences and my relationship with Nyota that the look on your face is not, in fact, nothing."

Chekov let out a breath of air, running a hand through his hair. "I just saw a girl and she didn't want to talk to me. But like I said, it may be nothing."

"Perhaps she is shy. I suggest you ease her worry with a common interest."

"Yes, sir. You may be right. I had not thought of that. Thank you, Commander."

"Of course, Mr. Chekov. I hope my advice proves helpful." And with that, the Vulcan nodded and left.

Chekov shrugged and continued on to engineering. Maybe what he said will help but Chekov didn't think he would ever see you again.