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A/N: So, my brain has been fried for days and school is getting ready to start and the fandom is slowly sinking back into the shadows. I need the damn DVD already. That's my excuse for taking so long. Sorry. But here's so Tribble love to make up for it.
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"Keptin, can ve keep eet?"
Kirk's eye twitched in annoyance as he kept his head turned away form the boy below him, refusing to acknowledge the look he knew was to follow the sweet little voice in askance. Sighing heavily, the man crossed his arms, keeping one hand up with the fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose. Remain in control. You are the captain. Keep it together, Kirk.
"For the last time Mister Chekov – no means no," Kirk said sternly, glaring down at the boy.
Pavel furrowed his brows, lower lip protruding out as his eyes began to glisten with tears, "Pleeese, sor? Ve can noot joost leawe him here all alone. Pleeese?"
Don't you dare cave in, James. Don't do it. Don't you dare fall for hi s little tricks. Jim frowned, "No, Pavel. We can't keep him. He wouldn't be happy on a starship."
"Boot he'll die eef ve leawe him here!" the teen argued.
"We are not taking the Tribble with us! That is final! Now go put it down so we can get on with the mission!" Kirk snapped, feeling too much like a frustrated mother rather than the terror-striking captain he was.
Bowing his head slightly, Chekov's entire body seemed to just wilt as he hugged the tiny brown fur-ball in his arms close to his chest and sniffled. It killed Kirk to watch his young charge look so defeated and heartbroken, but he had to stay strong. Space wasn't the place for such a creature and especially not a starship of all places. They ate and ate and multiplied – the last thing they needed was to be swamped by a colony of tribbles, thank you.
But then again…Chekov looked so upset and when Kirk really thought about, the kid probably had never had a pet before in his life; what with the teen's mother constantly in the hospital and all of their medical problems and such. Not to mention that fact that the kid was allergic to almost everything in the galaxy (much like himself) and these things were the most hypoallergenic you could get. …And what real harm could a little Tribble do after all? Besides, he could probably get Bones to figure out a way to neuter the thing so it won't multiply. It'll just eat and sleep and act like a mini puppy.
I better not regret this later, Jim thought with an inward groan before sighing heavily, "Pavel…wait."
The teen slowly turned back around to face his captain, teary eyes looking sadly up at the man, waiting to see what he wanted. Kirk swallowed thickly; dammit, the kid knew just how to tug on his heartstrings without even trying. He was getting too soft.
Shaking his head, the man rubbed at the back of his neck, "We can…figure something out I guess. Get it a cage and maybe I can get Bones to figure something out about the multiplication problem, too."
Straightening immediately and face brightening into a blinding smile, Pavel looked hopeful, "Keptin, are you sayeng…?"
Jim smiled slightly, "Yeah, you can keep the Tribble."
"Zank yew, sor!" the teen all but squealed, bouncing up and down before lunging at the man and giving him a tight, one-armed hug.
The captain smiled softly, hugging the boy back and ruffling his curly hair, "Whatcha gonna name it, kid?"
The teen shrugged, "Noot shore, yet."
Getting a grand idea, the blond grinned and leaned down, "I have a suggestion…"
"How did the mission go?" Sulu asked once they were back on the bridge as he got out of the captain's chair and smiled at the blond.
Jim grinned, "Couldn't have gone better."
"Ze keptin let me keep a Tribble!" Chekov piped up excitedly, showing the furry creature to his best friend.
Sulu blinked, leaning back a little as the creature was thrust into his face. He raised an eyebrow at Kirk, who shrugged and mouthed 'as long as it makes him happy, what's the big deal?' The Asian pilot nodded in understanding before smiling at the teen, "Awesome, Pav."
Uhura smiled as she came over and hugged their resident Russian from behind, soft hands grasping his shoulders as she looked at the creature from over his head, "It's so cute. What are you going to name it, sweetie?"
The teen grinned mischievously up at the woman, "I neemed him Spock Jr."
Sulu and Kirk were on the floor of the bridge laughing their heads off and holding their aching stomachs at the way the kid relayed the news, Uhura cupping hand over her mouth as she tried to stifle her own giggles.
"What is so humorous?" the stoic voice of the aforementioned Vulcan cut through the hysteria of the pilot and captain, both men quickly standing to attention, though Kirk smirked while doing it.
"Nothing, Spock." He said innocently, "Pavel here was just telling us the name of his new pet."
"Pet?" the Vulcan inquired, eyeing the Tribble curiously.
Pavel nodded excitedly, "Mhm, and his neem ees Spock Jr. Ze Keptin said yew'd leek eet."
Both of Spock's eyebrows rose nearly to his hairline before he turned his gaze to a snickering Kirk.
"Oh come on, Spock," he chuckled, "It's just a little joke."
Needless to say, Kirk found himself waking up in Medbay several hours later with a large bruise on his pressure point.