"Go go go!" Jim shouted, ducking as a beam shot out, just barely missing him.

"Da, da, I em, Keptin!" Pavel answered, frantic as he skidded around a corner. Jim thought this was supposed to be a peaceful race. Clearly uncharted territory should have remained so. Jim rounded a corner and found Chekov was already ducking under a large metal duct, and sprinted after him. "Нет, нет, не стреляй!" he exclaimed, slipping back in his natural language in his frightened state before there was a flash and a shout.

The attack stopped immediately. Jim hit the ground, sliding under the duct. He caught no sight of Chekov, searching frantically. "Chekov!" he shouted, whirling around. He couldn't lose Chekov. He was important, and everyone would kill him if he lost the kid. He reminded himself that that's all Chekov was, a seventeen year old kid. He couldn't lose him…

"Помоги мне, капитан." Jim whipped around, eyes wide. "Holy…" big brown eyes filled with tears peeked at him under a mop of blonde curls, and Jim noticed the too big yellow shirt draped on his small frame. He couldn't be more than two or three. He sniffled, tilting his head at the captain. Doe Eyes kept his sights on Jim, very slowly lifting his arms- the sleeves much too long, hanging well past his hands.

"Um…" was all that fell past Jim's lips. What the hell had just happened? Doe Eyes- Chekov, as impossible as it may be, he reminded himself- reached out towards Jim with a bit more insistence, and he couldn't help but scoop the kid into his arms. He immediately attached himself to Jim, curling close, letting out the most pitiful sounding whimper he'd ever heard from a child. "Sh, no, don't cry. Um…" he held the boy close, grabbing Chekov's pants and underwear- the kid might still want those when he was seventeen again- and ordered to be beamed back onto the Enterprise. He eyed the pants in one hand and the kid in the other.

He'd have some explaining to do.

Нет, нет, не стреляй- no, no, do not shoot

Помоги мне, капитан.- help me, captain

AN: So! This is just an introduction, as it says on the chapter teller thingy. So, what do you think is gonna happen? Cute little Chekov will be a quiet, sweet little babe, or a surprising troublemaker? Or both? So, tell me what you think, and I will have Chapter one up... sometime this week. (Also, I have been listening to Starships by Nicki Minaj and I keep singing it in a Russian accent, just thought you should know) Oops I almost didn't mention... THANK YOU FOR READING!