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Chekov, was, in fact, actually in front of the biggest police station in all of London. The Metropolitan.
He was quite fortunate, actually, that Nicholas had decided to head on out after talking to a whack job with a love for italics. He didn't know who he was looking for, but he figured he would stand out, since the...he didn't even know his name. The...boy. Yes. The boy would recognize who he was.
He stood outside in a white polo and black slacks, looking about as though he was a lost tourist.
He'd thought highly of this kid right off the bat, actually. He seemed to be the most sane of all of them. And considering he knew very little about Star Trek, he had no material to judge him on.
Chekov couldn’t help but give the building an awed once over. San Francisco had been all bright lights and glass buildings, and Russia was old and rounded with time, but London had a completely different air about it. He clamped down on the wonder of actually being in his past long enough to look around.
Constable Angel looked exactly like Scotty in real life too. Same height, same build. It made him easy to pick out of a crowd.
Chekov brushed off his uniform, noticing how out of place he looked, and strode toward the man. He offered a smile, looking nervous but no less enthusiastic about the meeting.
The accent was obvious when he spoke, “Hello, sir.”
To be honest, Nicholas had grown rather detached from the beauty of London. He was always on its streets, seeing the ins and outs of it, the worst and filthiest of parts. He saw perpetrators on the street at all times, watching and waiting and observing. A man with an overly large jacket? Hiding something, had to be.
His skepticism was probably what led to the downfall with Janine.
When the boy approached him, he stared down at him curiously. What did this kid want? Why was he dressed in that silly thing? "I'm off duty, but can I help you?" he asked immediately.
And then it hit him.
"Oh, you're..." he smiled, extending his hand. "I'm afraid I never caught your name."
The smile help eased the knot in Chekov’s gut. It was starting to sink in that he had just been “magically” transported to a world he was unfamiliar with, and no one on the crew knew. But Angel was a police officer, and that inspired a certain amount of trust.
That and the adventure had more pull than any fear did.
“I am Pavel Andreievich Chekov, but Pavel is fine” he informed quickly, careful to pronounce everything correctly. He gave the constable’s hand a firm shake. “It is a pleasure to meet you, sir.”
He glanced back at the other buildings, then up at the sky. “I must be lucky, it is not raining.”
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He was quite fortunate, actually, that Nicholas had decided to head on out after talking to a whack job with a love for italics. He didn't know who he was looking for, but he figured he would stand out, since the...he didn't even know his name. The...boy. Yes. The boy would recognize who he was.
He stood outside in a white polo and black slacks, looking about as though he was a lost tourist.
He'd thought highly of this kid right off the bat, actually. He seemed to be the most sane of all of them. And considering he knew very little about Star Trek, he had no material to judge him on.
Refreshing.
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Constable Angel looked exactly like Scotty in real life too. Same height, same build. It made him easy to pick out of a crowd.
Chekov brushed off his uniform, noticing how out of place he looked, and strode toward the man. He offered a smile, looking nervous but no less enthusiastic about the meeting.
The accent was obvious when he spoke, “Hello, sir.”
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His skepticism was probably what led to the downfall with Janine.
When the boy approached him, he stared down at him curiously. What did this kid want? Why was he dressed in that silly thing? "I'm off duty, but can I help you?" he asked immediately.
And then it hit him.
"Oh, you're..." he smiled, extending his hand. "I'm afraid I never caught your name."
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That and the adventure had more pull than any fear did.
“I am Pavel Andreievich Chekov, but Pavel is fine” he informed quickly, careful to pronounce everything correctly. He gave the constable’s hand a firm shake. “It is a pleasure to meet you, sir.”
He glanced back at the other buildings, then up at the sky. “I must be lucky, it is not raining.”
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