Hi there! So this is my first time in this fandom, and trust me, I'm a little terrified. I know everyone hates OC stories, but people do read them as guilty pleasures, and that's what I'm here for. This was originally a oneshot, but I have more ideas, so it will probably grow. I modified it from it's original form to make it something that can grow.

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The first time she saw Pavel Chekov, she wanted to hit him.

She was first-year cadet, one of the first to make it into Star Fleet Academy before she turned fifteen. She had scored the highest in her country on the placement exam, and had left her home in Barcelona, Spain with all the pomp and circumstance of a hero. She was young and full of herself, a dreadful combination when it came to fitting into her new environment.

She was preparing for her first class with her roommate, another first year named Rachel. She was eighteen and as American as apple pie, a new experience for the Spaniard.

"So, are ya excited Natalia?" She was pulling her blond hair up in a high ponytail, her Southern accent thick up until the younger girl's name, which she had spent two hours learning how to say the night before.

"Of course." Natalia Flores had to remind herself to speak English. "I'm a little worried as well. I don't want to make a fool of myself."

"You won't!" Natalia had to wonder how so many teeth could be on display at once. Rachel didn't stop smiling as she straightened her cadet uniform. "Everyone will be so impressed that you made it here! And don't you worry, hon. If anyone gives you any trouble, I'll get some of the boys across the quad to take care of them." Rachel already knew most of the boys in the dormitory directly across from their own, and most would be willing to do anything she said.

"Thank you." Natalia smiled softly, still wondering how the blonde got her mouth to open so wide. "I'm sure I won't have any problems." She ran her fingers through her dark shoulder length hair, following Rachel's example and straightening her uniform.

"Well, my first class is on the other side of campus." Rachel picked up her bag, throwing her roommate one last, huge smile. "I'll see you at lunch, right?"

"Yes." Natalia nodded, and watched her first friend leave the room. She stood in silence a moment longer, letting all of her nervous energy build. Finally, when she felt as though she would explode, she did a quick, impromptu dance, jumping around to a beat in her head until she was calm again. She took a deep breath, grabbed her bag, and ran out the door.

The sun was shedding light off every surface, making the grass even more vibrant. Natalia smiled as she crossed the quad as slowly as possible. Her first class, Theoretical Physics I, was in the first academic building, and she wanted to soak up as much sun as she could before locking her self in a classroom for hours. The sun reminded her of home, and she couldn't kick the habit of strolling rather than walking.

Lost as she was in her daydreams, she didn't notice another figure walking in the opposite direction until the two had collided in a sickening crunch. Two angry voices filled the air, both spewing insults and curses in two different languages.

"Watch where you're going!" Natalia finally managed to say in English, her accent thick with her anger.

"Why don't you take your own advice?" The voice responded, in an equally thick but completely different accent. Natalia pushed herself up off the ground to find a boy next to her, not far from her age. His light brown curls were scattered every which way, his pale skin reflecting more sunlight than the nearby buildings. He was glaring at her angrily, trying to pick himself up from the grass.

"Why don't you go find some manners?!" She snapped, standing up.

"Why don't you go back to your mommy?" He yelled, pulling himself to full height. He was taller than her, but he was scrawny. She was sure she would beat him in fight.

"Why don't both of you move along to your appropriate classes?" An even taller man in the gray uniform of a professor had come behind them, watching the tail end of the exchange.

"Yes sir." Came the mumbled replies from both teenagers. They turned towards the same building and ended up walking side by side.

"Stop following me." Natalia hissed.

"Russian men don't follow anyone." He countered.

"Do Russian men every shut up?" She asked.

"No." His chest puffed out with pride, and she rolled her eyes. The marched side by side into the same classroom, and Natalia literally bit her tongue to keep from screaming.

"Cadets, you are late." Another man in the professor's grays was standing at the front as the entered.

"I'm sorry, sir." Natalia answered quickly. "It won't happen again, sir."

"Be assured it won't." The man agreed. "Now, may I have your names?"

"Flores, Natalia." She said without hesitation.

"Chekov, Pavel." The boy next to her answered. Their names were marked, and they were sent to their seats. The professor started the discussion with a review of the basic physics they should have entered the class with. Natalia didn't pay attention to most of it, and was surprised when her name was called.

"Flores!" Her gaze returned to the front of the room where the professor was looking at her expectantly. There was a murmur of laughter through the room as he gave her an icy glare. "Do you care to explain Newton's third law?"

"Yes, sir." She said, her voice ringing through the lecture hall. "Newton's third law states that inertia is the tendency of objects at rest to stay at rest unless an outside force acts upon the object. The opposite, an object in motion will stay in motion unless acted upon an outside force, is also true."

She has halfway through her explanation when she heard the quiet buzz of chatter around her, a sure sign she was wrong. She winced as she earned another dirty look from her professor.

"Cadet Flores, that is incorrect." He turned away from her, and she bit her bottom lip against the flow of tears that threatened. "Is there anyone out there who can correct this young lady?" A single hand shot up in front of Natalia, and she bit even harder, this time to keep from screaming. "Yes, Cadet Chekov?" The professor said, turning to Natalia's first enemy on campus.

"What Miss Flores stated was Newton's first law." Despite his best efforts to look neutral, Chekov had a smirk on his face that only served to infuriate the hot-blooded Spaniard further. "Newton's third law states that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction."

"Very good, Cadet Chekov." The professor turned back to the front of the class, sparing just a quick smile to young man. "Clearly the schooling in Russia is a bit more up to par that the Spanish counterparts."

It was all Natalia could do to keep still and silent for the rest of the hour.

***

"Hey there!" Rachel hailed her towards a table when lunch finally arrived. Natalia sat down next to her friend, her anger having bubbled in her for two classes. "You look madder than a whole nest full of hornets. What happened?"

"That little Russian bastard over there." Natalia had focused her death glare clear across the mess hall, where Chekov was sitting with a bunch of other boys. Rachel followed her gaze, and frowned in confusion.

"He's darlin'." She said. Natalia raised an eyebrow, having never encountered that term before. "Cute." She clarified, and Natalia gagged. "What' d he do to you?"

Natalia recounted her morning, having to pause occasionally and repeat herself when she inadvertently switched languages. By the end of her rant, Rachel's blue eyes were narrowed into the sweetest glare Natalia had ever seen. This girl clearly didn't have a mean bone in her body.

"Well, we won't be looking at him anymore, will we?" Rachel picked up her tray and moved to the other side of the table, effectively blocking the offensive Russian boy from eyesight. "How's that?" She asked, returning to her bright self.

"Thanks Rachel." Natalia grinned at her friend's solution. "I still think you should get some of those boys to beat him up."

"That's not nice, Nata." Rachel said.

"I don't care what's nice." Natalia pouted, stabbing at her lunch a little more viciously than necessary. "I still want to hit him."