"Future Genetics"
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fairhearingTitle: Future Genetics
Author: Fair Hearing
Characters/Pairings: Scotty, Chekov/Sulu, inexplicably-conceived progeny
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Dumb dumb dumbness in the name of adorability, unwittingly overheard sex.
Kink request: "WE HAVE NO FIC ABOUT SULU AND CHEKOV'S BABY." IMO this called for double trouble. Definitely inspired by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
littlewolfstar's thrashably adorable Chekov/Sulu kid-art.
Scotty knew what was coming as soon as he heard the first wail. Sure enough, not three seconds later, a little girl ran sobbing into his office and threw her arms around his leg.
"Oh, now, Midori," he said soothingly, patting her head. "What's happened this time?"
"Vanya called me sick!" came the muffled reply.
"Er." Scotty blinked. "He did, did he?"
"That's right, I did, cause she is sick."
Ivan Sulu was leaning in the doorway, ubiquitous polymer bat'leth over one shoulder and ubiquitous three-corner-hat askew on his own set of black curls. He regarded Midori with disgust.
"You're sick and beeg," Midori told him, glaring from Scotty's side.
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not times infinity."
"Are too times infinity eternity primeverse mirrorverse multiverse omniverse all-eighteen-dimensions no BACKSIES!"
At that Ivan made a sound of outrage and drew his bat'leth.
"Now, now, laddie," Scotty began, in alarm, but Midori just gasped and pointed.
"You threatened an ally with your weapon," she said, eyes wide. "I'm telling Daddy."
"Yeah? Well, you got the number of dimensions wrong and I'm telling Papochka."
"Enough!"
At the sound of Scotty's raised voice, the children went quiet. Reluctantly they stared up at him with identical blue-green gazes.
"Now," said Scotty, determined to hold fast against the onslaught of three (Midori was wearing her pirate eyepatch) Pavlovich puppy-dog eyes. "Federation officers can settle conflicts without resorting to insults and threats. I thought you two were Federation officers?"
"I am!" Ivan blurted out. "I mean... we are."
"Sorry, Mr. Scott," said Midori, looking at her shoes.
"Well. That's all right." Scotty shuffled a little, still not used to how the two of them had idolized him since their banishment from the bridge. "Now, suppose one of you tells me what's so bad about being ill."
They blinked at him.
"Being sick, then."
The two of them exchanged glances, looking shocked.
"It's a bad word," Ivan told him.
"Is it?"
"Yeah. Grown-ups say it. Like last night, Daddy and Papochka thought we were asleep but we were really playing ninjas and then they started fighting and calling each other bad words."
"Really." Scotty raised his eyebrows; Sulu and Chekov hardly ever fought.
"Yeah," said Midori, looking delightfully scandalized. "We heard them. They were knocking things around and saying... the f-word... a lot, and then Papochka said 'Oh, Heekaroo, you're so beeg and sick' and then Daddy yelled like he was hurt and then they didn't say anything anymore."
"They got tired from fighting," Ivan added. "They were breathing really hard after."
Scotty was speechless.
Luckily, just then, Midori spotted the chronometer.
"It's fifteen-hundred!" she exclaimed, leaping to her feet.
"It is?" said Ivan. But Midori had already raced past him, her pigtails bouncing behind her, and was somersaulting through the door -- her preferred way to make any entrance or exit.
"Last one back is a тухлое яйцо!" she called over her shoulder.
Ivan scowled and thrust his bat'leth into his belt.
"I can do that," he informed Scotty angrily, but when he attempted his own somersault he merely crashed into the filing console. He picked himself up -- lower lip wobbling dangerously in a way he had clearly gotten from the Russian side of the family -- grabbed his hat, and launched himself full-speed down the hallway.
Scotty shook his head as he stared after them.
"It had to be twins," he muttered, not for the first time.
Author: Fair Hearing
Characters/Pairings: Scotty, Chekov/Sulu, inexplicably-conceived progeny
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Dumb dumb dumbness in the name of adorability, unwittingly overheard sex.
Kink request: "WE HAVE NO FIC ABOUT SULU AND CHEKOV'S BABY." IMO this called for double trouble. Definitely inspired by
littlewolfstar's thrashably adorable Chekov/Sulu kid-art.Scotty knew what was coming as soon as he heard the first wail. Sure enough, not three seconds later, a little girl ran sobbing into his office and threw her arms around his leg.
"Oh, now, Midori," he said soothingly, patting her head. "What's happened this time?"
"Vanya called me sick!" came the muffled reply.
"Er." Scotty blinked. "He did, did he?"
"That's right, I did, cause she is sick."
Ivan Sulu was leaning in the doorway, ubiquitous polymer bat'leth over one shoulder and ubiquitous three-corner-hat askew on his own set of black curls. He regarded Midori with disgust.
"You're sick and beeg," Midori told him, glaring from Scotty's side.
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not times infinity."
"Are too times infinity eternity primeverse mirrorverse multiverse omniverse all-eighteen-dimensions no BACKSIES!"
At that Ivan made a sound of outrage and drew his bat'leth.
"Now, now, laddie," Scotty began, in alarm, but Midori just gasped and pointed.
"You threatened an ally with your weapon," she said, eyes wide. "I'm telling Daddy."
"Yeah? Well, you got the number of dimensions wrong and I'm telling Papochka."
"Enough!"
At the sound of Scotty's raised voice, the children went quiet. Reluctantly they stared up at him with identical blue-green gazes.
"Now," said Scotty, determined to hold fast against the onslaught of three (Midori was wearing her pirate eyepatch) Pavlovich puppy-dog eyes. "Federation officers can settle conflicts without resorting to insults and threats. I thought you two were Federation officers?"
"I am!" Ivan blurted out. "I mean... we are."
"Sorry, Mr. Scott," said Midori, looking at her shoes.
"Well. That's all right." Scotty shuffled a little, still not used to how the two of them had idolized him since their banishment from the bridge. "Now, suppose one of you tells me what's so bad about being ill."
They blinked at him.
"Being sick, then."
The two of them exchanged glances, looking shocked.
"It's a bad word," Ivan told him.
"Is it?"
"Yeah. Grown-ups say it. Like last night, Daddy and Papochka thought we were asleep but we were really playing ninjas and then they started fighting and calling each other bad words."
"Really." Scotty raised his eyebrows; Sulu and Chekov hardly ever fought.
"Yeah," said Midori, looking delightfully scandalized. "We heard them. They were knocking things around and saying... the f-word... a lot, and then Papochka said 'Oh, Heekaroo, you're so beeg and sick' and then Daddy yelled like he was hurt and then they didn't say anything anymore."
"They got tired from fighting," Ivan added. "They were breathing really hard after."
Scotty was speechless.
Luckily, just then, Midori spotted the chronometer.
"It's fifteen-hundred!" she exclaimed, leaping to her feet.
"It is?" said Ivan. But Midori had already raced past him, her pigtails bouncing behind her, and was somersaulting through the door -- her preferred way to make any entrance or exit.
"Last one back is a тухлое яйцо!" she called over her shoulder.
Ivan scowled and thrust his bat'leth into his belt.
"I can do that," he informed Scotty angrily, but when he attempted his own somersault he merely crashed into the filing console. He picked himself up -- lower lip wobbling dangerously in a way he had clearly gotten from the Russian side of the family -- grabbed his hat, and launched himself full-speed down the hallway.
Scotty shook his head as he stared after them.
"It had to be twins," he muttered, not for the first time.
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Date: 2009-11-26 01:23 pm (UTC)Thanks for making my Thanksgiving , a fluff-tastic one.
(Do you have the link to that art, by the way?)
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Date: 2009-11-26 05:45 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2009-11-26 05:16 pm (UTC)I second the request for a link to this art! I searched
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Date: 2009-11-28 09:49 pm (UTC)Oh dear! Did you spot my links a few comments up? They're but a few; her entire PB account is worth a look.
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Date: 2009-11-26 09:04 pm (UTC)Thank you improving my day.
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Date: 2009-11-28 09:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-11-26 09:17 pm (UTC)And, yes, it would be twins. OMG, I want little Chekov/Sulu twins in my life right now! OMG. Let's beg
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Date: 2009-11-28 09:53 pm (UTC)Also no way, I owe LWS too much already for all the amazing stuff she's already done for me. I have to formulate a payment plan! O_O
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Date: 2009-11-28 09:58 pm (UTC)Hahaha. Fine, I'll beg her. After I give her the fic I'm writing for her for Christmas. I'm sure she'll accept fic as a for of payment.
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Date: 2009-11-30 12:58 am (UTC)sajfhakjds YOU DON'T NEED TO BEG ME FOR ANYTHING. OMGWTH I'M RESTRAINING MYSELF SOO HARD TO TRY AND FINISH MY SCHOOLWORK BEFORE GOING CRAZY AND DRAWING BABIES ALL DAY ;____;
sakf klsfdkjhsjksld fiiiiiccccc ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ it's like all i ever want in life ;___________;
Sorry for the complete lack of coherence. BABIES! \0/ \0/ \0/
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Date: 2009-11-30 02:33 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-11-30 01:01 am (UTC)Except possibly more twin fic? XDAND I WILL DRAW THESE BABIES AS SOON AS SCHOOL RELEASES ME FROM ITS EVIL CLUTCHES. I CURRENTLY HAVE A LIST OF ALL THE CHEKOV/SULU BABIES AND I WANNA DO THEM ALLLLL!! *mauahahha* Because the cutness of them will possibly bring World Peace. 8D
/crazy
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Date: 2009-11-30 12:51 am (UTC)WHY SO ADORABLE, KIDS??? ;-; OMG TWIIIIIIIIINS!~~~~~~~
I cannot properly express how honored i am that my random doodles could inspire fiiic! FIC!! *____*
lk sjaflksjflkasjf
"I'm telling Daddy."
"Yeah? Well, you got the number of dimensions wrong and I'm telling Papochka."
lkadj lasjdlksajdlkadjklsjlk OMG YOU KILLED ME.
*ded*
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Date: 2009-11-30 09:15 pm (UTC)*dies from the cuteness*
Loved the banter (number of dimensions!), loved the fathers' influence on them (I CAN DO ZAT!) and of course, Sulu and Chekov going at it while the kiddies are (supposed to be) sleeping. SQUEE!
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Date: 2010-01-19 08:54 pm (UTC)