Angels (Pavel Chekov)

Chapter 8 - Tastes Like Russia

Chapter 8 - Tastes Like Russia

Death is never an easy thing to cope with, especially when it's the death of a parent. Even if you don't get along with a parent, they'll still half the reason you were born. It's strange to think that they make you who you are. Not just through genes, but how they raise you, and treat you as a child. When they die, it's like part of you has died with them...

"I don't drink, and I've never set foot in a bar." I said sternly, watching him rolls his eyes dramatically, but in a playful way. "Please just come with me, ewen if you don't drink?" I groaned and finally gave in to his begging and pleading. "I'm gonna go get dressed," I said standing up and digging through my cupboard. I pulled out the red dress I bought with him ages ago. "This?" I asked. He nodded and smiled. I slipped into the bathroom and pulled it on. I did my hair and make up, and inspected my handiwork. "Very nice," I muttered to myself. I pulled on my red heels and opened the bathroom door. He was already changed into some slick, trendy clothing. "Did you get changed just then?" He nodded. "What would've happened if I came out before you were finished. He snickered, and shrugged. "Pavel Andrevich Chekov!" I said in mock anger. He grinned and held his arm out for me. "Let's go before his get any more awkward," he smiled. I grabbed my purse and walked out of the door with him. "If I get wasted, I'm blaming it on you."

A lot of star fleet officers were in the bar, cadets like us. Pavel scanned the room, "hey look it's Damien." He pointed out. "Just ignore it, we're here to have fun... Apparently." He chuckled and asked me what I wanted to drink. I shrugged, "water." He rolled his eyes and ordered three shots of 'wodka'. Damien came up behind Pavel and slapped his shoulder lightly. "Pavel! You're old enough to drink? I'd like to see you even finish one of those shots without throwing it up." He slurred, obviously drunk. Pavel glared at him, "is that a challenge?" Damien nodded. "Hold your liquor and I'll pay for your drinks!" Pavel laughed and nodded. "Okay okay, ready?" Damien nodded happily, almost falling over. I glared at him. "Vienna don't you know where I'm from?' I raised an eyebrow. He held the first shot glass in his hand. He drank it, quickly followed by the other two. He smirked at Damien without even pulling a face. "Zhat's vas good!" He cackled happily. "You're both idiots..." I mumbled. Damien paid for Pavel's drinks, pretty unhappily and went off. Pavel and I just talked for a while. Pavel pointed Damien back out in the corner of the room, starting a fight with some blonde guy. The blonde guy called him cupcake so Damien and his gang started beating him up, but he was pretty good. Pavel and I left the bar before anything else happened. On the way out we saw Christopher Pike walk in. We were so glad we left early.

Pavel was asleep on my couch and suffering from a hangover. He'd had a lot more than the original three shots of Vodka. He groaned on the couch and rolled over. I went back to my book in the kitchen. I knew he would be really unhappy if I woke him up. He stirred again. I rolled my eyes and went back to my book. He stirred again occasionally but didn't open his eyes until another two hours later. He groaned and clutched his head. "You're hungover, you've probably got a really bad headache," I said without my eyes leaving my book. He stood up and got himself a drink of water. He went back down and sat on the couch. "You alright?" He groaned again and rubbed his head. I stood up and wrapped my arms around him. "Go back to sleep," I suggested. He nodded and went to lie down on the couch. "Pavel, just use my bed, it's more comfortable." He nodded and stood up groggily and trodden over to my bed, and lay down. "Goodnight..." He mumbled. His eyes shut and he was asleep instantly. I sat beside him and moved the hair out of his eyes.

He didn't wake up till late afternoon. "Vienna?" He called out. I walked over to him and smiled, leaning against the wall. "What happened?" He asked groggily, but not as badly as before. "You were just really hungover and slept for almost an extra eight hours." I grinned, he nodded and rubbed his eyes. I came over and kissed him, sitting closely beside him. "Feeling alright?" I asked resting my head in his shoulder. "I'll be fine," he muttered, yawning. I went into the kitchen to find some food, while he went into the bathroom. When he came out he tried to come up and kiss me. At first I let him, but quickly pulled away. "Pavel, you taste awful, please go brush your teeth first." He rolled his eyes. "What do I taste like?" He asked innocently. "Like someone threw up vodka and then tried to drink it again. Go." I said shooing him back towards the bathroom. He smiled and said proudly, "No, I taste like Russia!" I laughed and went to wash my mouth out with water, he really did taste horrible.

"Pavel when am I going to fix your teeth? Because they really need to be fixed soon or it'll create problems for you." He groaned, "I don't mind just not right now, I can still taste yesterday's hangover." I laughed and wrapped my arms around him from behind, kissing his cheek. "You're funny sometimes Pavel," I smiled. He turned around pulled me close to him. We leaned in closely and kissed. My fingers ran through his springy sheep's wool like hair, and his hand rested on my lower back. Eventually we ran out of oxygen, and gasped for air. "Better?" He asked. "I can hardly taste the vodka," I giggled. "I love you Pavel," I said sitting in his lap, with my arm around his shoulders. He smiled, "I love you too." Just to interrupt our little moment, Pavel's phone rang. I jumped of him so he could reach his pocket. He frowned when looking at the screen. "Who is it?" I asked. "My mother..." He muttered before putting the phone to his ear. "She never rings," he mouthed. I heard some fast speaking on the other end of the phone and Pavel spoke back some really fast Russian. I grinned internally, I loved it when he spoke like that. His mother said something back to him, but slowly, and softly. His face went blank, and he mumbled more things and shrugged, he grabbed a napkin and wrote some things on it in Russian. He sighed and said a few more things softly. His mother said to him, "I love you Pasha," and hung up. He put his phone down and sighed, resting his head on his hand. I sat down next to him. "What happened?" I whispered. "I just found out that... That my father had died..." I looked at him in shock. I pucker my arms around him, and squeezed him tightly. "Pavel, I'm so sorry..." He took a deep breath, but didn't say anything. I kissed his cheek and hugged him again. "The funeral is in a few days so I'm going over to Russia. I know that this is a big ask, but will you come with me?" I smiled, "I love you Pavel, you know I'd do anything for you..." He smiled, and kissed me again. "Thank you, I love you too."

"I was never really that close to my father. To him I vas a disappointment, and my grades were never high enough and I was never doing enough sport and he didn't vant me to join star fleet and eventually I just ran away from home after a fight we had and the thing I said to him was 'at least if I'm in space I won't have to deal with all your sh*t' so I really don't know what to feel." He said slowly, lying sprawled out on the carpet. "He did some really mean things and never really cared about me... This one time, he walked into my room while I was cutting and he just walked back out and did nothing." I lay down next to him, snuggling up close to his chest. "We'll get thought this Pavel, I'm here with you okay?" He rolled over so that he could see me better. "I love you, and thank you so much," he whispered softly. I giggled as he planted a kiss on my cheek. "I can't vait to show you Russia!" he said happily. "Where in Russia are we going exactly?" I asked. "A little town about three hours south of Moscow, you'll love it." I grinned, "Is it gonna be cold over there?" I asked. "Freezing, but I'll be there to keep you warm."

(Author's Note)

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