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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.

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You hummed as you roamed the vacant halls, looking for any areas of the ship that needed cleaning. You spotted a dark smudge on a wall that needed cleaning. You grunted as you kneeled down and started to clean it. Not that you didn't enjoy your job, you found it oddly therapeutic. But it was a job, something you desperately needed and no one would find you complaining about working on the Starfleet famous U.S.S. Enterprise.

In fact, no one would find you complaining about anything really. You don't like to talk much, if at all. Besides, why worry about talking when you don't have anyone to talk to. You had just finished up and was trying to get up but one of your legs had fallen asleep. You stumbled as you tried to stand, reaching your hands out behind you to break your fall but you felt arms suddenly wrap under your arms and around your middle, saving you from falling.

You gain your balance again and turn around, deadly to thank your helper but your eyes grew wide. It was him, that sweet looking guy who dropped his food all over the table. He even brought his dishes to you. Soon all thoughts of thanking him escaped your mind as you rushed away from him, smiling and nodding to him as he tried to talk to you. But you didn't stop to talk, you couldn't. You squeezed your eyes shut as you practically ran from him then opened them to rush to the first turbo lift you could find.

You blinked hard as you let out a breath. You have been seeing him everywhere lately and you were quite content just observing him from afar, smiling to yourself about nonexistent days where you two would be friends, or even more. But actually interacting with him made you flustered and you had no intentions of that actually happening.

Suddenly you let out a weird noise when you felt someone touch your shoulder gently. You weren't in the turbo lift alone. Looking over hesitantly you spotted Spock. All your worries instantly vanished. There was something about the Vulcan that made you feel safe and important, almost like what having an older brother would feel like.

He gave you a small bow of the head then apologized for startling you. He then asked if you were alright.

You nodded but looked away as you changed your mind and told him about the cute guy you have been reluctant to interact with. You almost spot a flash of recognition in his eyes before he replied with encouragement to branch out and make friends.

The turbo lift stops and he steps out to leave but not before placing a brotherly hand on your shoulder, giving you a pointed look then left.

You run your hand through your hair and let out a breath. You didn't expect making a friend with the cutest boy on the ship would be so conflicting. But then again you didn't expect to find such a close friend in the first officer either.

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Chekov growled as he held his head in his hands, leaning his elbows on the console in front of him. It has been weeks and with every interaction with you he felt even more stupid. You have literally never said anything to him and yet he knows when he's being rejected. The bridge was practically empty before the first shift started so he took the time to mope about you. What he didn't know was that a certain Vulcan was observing the ailing Russian. Spock walked up to Chekov, smirking slightly when he recognized something.

"Excuse me, Mr. Chekov, but I believe I need to speak to you privately."

The young man looked up, startled. "Of course, sir."

Spock nodded then led him to a small conference room. When the door shut behind them, Spock turned on Chekov and almost smile. "I believe I how know to help you with your predicament."

Chekov cocked his head to the side. "How? A girl won't talk to me. I think I get the hint. I won't bother her anymore." He looked so defeated that the Vulcan found him self struggling to keep his emotions in check.

"You wish to speak to (Y/n), one of our detailers, correct?"

Chekov shrugged. "How am I supposed to know. I don't even know her name."

"Nevertheless I have come to the realization that the young woman whom I have come to view as a sister to me has expressed similar interactions as to ones you have recounted to me."

"Wait, really? Has she told you why she doesn't want anything to do with me?"

Spock shook his head. "No. In fact, she has said exactly nothing."

Chekov's shoulders slumped. "I knew it. I don't even know what I did to offend her."

Spock shook his head again. "You misunderstand. She has said nothing but told me everything. That is, she is deaf and in turn can not speak. But she has expressed to me her feelings about your meetings through signing."

Chekov blinked. Deaf? "So she doesn't hate me?"

"Quite the contrary. She is merely unsure how you would feel about needing to communicate with her through other means."

Chekov's heart skipped and his face lit up. "I will learn anything I need to! I just want to get to know her."

"Very well. I happen to know sign language and would be honored to teach you."

Chekov jumped and let out a yell. "Oi yamo! Yes! You say when and where and I will be there!"

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You hummed with the vibrations of the ship as you leaned your head against a wall you had just finished touching up. You finally made up your mind to avoid the Ensign named Chekov until he forgot about you. So far it's been three weeks since you last saw him and the last time you were with Spock he told you that he spoke with Chekov and he told you that he wasn't "emotionally wounded". That helped you feel a little better.

You desperately wanted to get to know him but you didn't want him to be put off by your inability to speak to him normally. You let out a huff of air. You raised your hands to your ears and snapped your fingers, closing your eyes in hopes of hearing something.

Nothing. As usual.

You pushed off the wall and started to head to your room, looking down at your feet in no mood to smile at any passersby.

Suddenly you bumped into a warm yellow chest. You silently stepped back, too ashamed to look up. You then felt a strong but gentle hand reach under your chin, lifting your face carefully. Your shy eyes grow wide when you saw who it was.

Chekov smiled wide and his eyes twinkled down at you. He stroked your chin sweetly as he dropped his hands, wringing them a bit nervously. He didn't move for you to pass and he looked like he was about to say something. Your heart started to pound and you searched for a way out.

But the sudden movement of his hands made you freeze. You just stared at his hands as he signed again, this time your mind was able to process what he said.

Hi, how are you?

You looked between his face and his hands, your eyes starting to water. He bit his lip and signed again, worried that he screwed it up.

You blinked and wiped your eyes, stepping up and signing.

I am alright. Thank you. A smile grew on your face as you looked up at him, excitement flowing through you. How did you know? How did you learn?

You see Chekov laugh and rub the back of his neck. It took him a minute before he answered back.

I don't know a lot. Spock showed me.
He then held a finger up before he pulled out a PADD, typing something into it. He then hands it to you, giving you a shy smile.

Spock taught me some but not a lot. I was hoping you could show me.

You looked back at him and smiled, nodding eagerly. He smiled back at you and reached up to move a hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. You giggle silently before going up on your tiptoes and placing a small kiss on his cheek.

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