Challenge: Author Favorites: 100 Ways: Prompt 37
NAME: Windows
RATING: PG-13
FANDOM: Star Trek Reboot
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Pavel Chekov, Montgomery Scott, a couple of OCs, others mentioned | pre-slash Chekov/Scotty, others mentioned.
GENRES: Romance/Drama/Tragedy
SUMMARY: They say that eyes are the windows into one's soul. But Chekov seems soulless, and Scotty wants to know why.
PROMPT: 37: Eyes
WARNINGS: Abuse, OOC!Chekov, AU, twisted and bad (as in, bad character) OCs.
AU: Modern day AU. Chekov is in high school, Scotty is an mechanic at a shop close to his school. Chekov is still 17, and Scotty is about 22. OCs are Chekov's adopted parents. This is set in some made-up yet chiefly Scottish city.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any characters or references shown here. I do own the idea to some degree, as well as the creative liberties to write this fic.
It started when Pavel Andreyevich Chekov walked into Scotty's shop for some parts. Okay, Montgomery Scott, aka Scotty, didn't actually own the shop. He worked for James T. Kirk, businessman extraordinaire, and ladies' man. But he felt more in charge than ever, since James worked from his office in a building on the other side of town. So really, Scotty was head honcho.
Anyway, Chekov was a senior in high school, the youngest in his class, and he needed spare parts, as his adopted father had asked him to stop by after school. Scotty had graduated from that very same high school, and asked the boy a lot of questions about how the school was doing and what Chekov was interested in.
"Being invisible," answered the boy, his accent not quite Scottish. He sounded Slavic, perhaps; Scotty pinpointed his accent to be Russian, maybe from Moscow or some of the more European-esque cities there.
The answer, though, had unnerved him. When he went to give the curly-haired chap a good looking over (without leering, though Scotty was bisexual and sometimes couldn't help himself when with a gorgeous bloke or lass.), he noticed that the hazel-green eyes were cloudy, almost… soulless, if Scotty believed in souls and life forces and all that occult nonsense. With Chekov, though, he really believed.
When Chekov left, Scotty stopped himself from following the boy out, and continued to work.
The second time Scotty and Chekov met was the second time Chekov came in for parts. It was about three, four months after the first time, and Chekov looked haggard and bruised. His eyes were bloodshot, and there were bruises on his bare arms, though he attributed it to being very klutzy.
Scotty asked the boy out to coffee to talk about it, but Chekov flinched upon contact (Scotty had put his hand on the younger male's shoulder) and stuttered out an excuse that 'Father was waiting on the parts.'
The third time Scotty and Chekov met was when Scotty was called out to do a number on the principal's car, which had broken down in the parking lot of the school. There, while taking a break to see the man himself, Scotty walked in on Chekov in the office with his father and mother, a cloth full of what looked like ice in a wash-cloth over his left eye.
"You have another few months with me, boy," his adopted father, Scotty presumed, hissed right as Scotty opened the door without knocking. He and the principal, a Mr. Greg Harris, were rather good friends.
"Oh!" Chekov's adopted mother said, putting her very fancy handkerchief to her mouth when Scotty entered. Apparently, a greasy jumpsuit was not something to wear in her presence.
"Oh, sorry," Scotty said, raising one eyebrow at the couple. Chekov's 'Father' was still holding Pavel roughly by the shoulder, but he let go of him as he scrutinized Scotty.
"Principal Harris isn't here right now," he said, crossing his arms.
Scotty grinned like there was no abnormal tension in the room and sat down on a chair a ways down the line from Chekov and his adopted parents. "Then don't mind me. Just here to give Greg the low-down on his car problems. What are you in for?"
"Nothing. Seems my son here has been acting out," the man replied, sitting his son down roughly and then following his own (physical) advice.
"It seems to me someone else was acting out against your son…" Scotty quipped, pointing to the ice/wash-cloth bundle over Chekov's eye.
"Well… it's always Pavel's fault. He's a little faggot and he deserves all he gets," Mr. Chekov replied gruffly. "You know what I mean?"
Scotty shook his head, still smiling though Mr. Chekov's words had struck a nasty chord in the pit of Scotty's stomach. No wonder Pavel's eyes seemed empty of all life: he was abused emotionally and physically, no doubt. Hard to say if there was any sexual violence involved, but one thing was for sure: Pavel needed to get out.
Principal Harris entered before Scotty could answer. He straightened out (not literally) Pavel and his family's situation, and then turned to his oldest friend. "I don't like his parents. I love the kid: intelligent and a wonderful singer in the choir, but his parents… man."
"Could we… stage an intervention? Get him out? He's going to be eighteen soon anyway, right?" Scotty asked.
Greg blinked, "You know… I've never thought about that. But… he's going to be eighteen in only two months…"
"You're going to let that sweet kid stay with those horrible people on the basis that he's only got two months left?" Scotty asked, actually standing up and pointing toward the door the family had left from. Then, after sitting back down and putting his head in his hands miserably, Scotty muttered, "Just for being gay… I don't get people."
"And you never will…" Greg said, "I feel for the kid too… but that he has two months left is exactly what the judge is going to say if we take them to court. And what other evidence to we have besides a couple bruises on the kid's person that could have come from anywhere?"
Scotty shook his head and left the office then without a word about his friend's car, which was fixed up later by another co-worker of Scotty's after Scotty called it in, saying he had something to do.
The fourth time Chekov and Scotty met was after being invited to the school two months later as a special guest to the principal. It was Chekov's birthday, but it was also a special performance made by the seniors of the school. Chekov was in his intended solo, and then a small a capella group made up of the four senior boys: Spock Grayson, Colin Olsen, Hikaru Sulu, and Pavel Chekov (of course). Scotty watched them in awe, after looking around and seeing Mr. and Mrs. Chekov were not there to see their adopted son's performance.
After the performance, Scotty approached the younger male and said, "Happy birthday."
Pavel stared him down, his eyes still cloudy and lifeless. "Thanks, sir."
"Now that you're eighteen… are you leaving home?" Scotty asked.
"I've got to graduate high school in a few weeks… but I got into the University here in town… Father doesn't want to pay for housing, so I'm stuck at home for… for another four years," the kid replied.
Scotty shook his head, "No you're not. Move out."
"I… can't disrespect my father's wishes," Pavel replied firmly.
Scotty shook his head, "I will help you move out. You can stay with me until we find you your own apartment far away from those tools you call parents."
Chekov blinked, tears beginning in those cloudy grey-green eyes. "Sir, I…" he trailed off, wiping at his eyes with his hand.
"Please call me Scotty. And I know I'll need to buy you coffee before asking you to move in with me. But I hate seeing those… those soulless eyes of yours. I think… I think if you just move out, then…"
Pavel stopped him by taking his hand, "Thank you, Scotty. I… I know I'll get… hurt by telling my family… but I really would like to… gain my soul back," he said, giving Scotty a small smile. It was probably the first real smile the kid had given anyone in a long time.
"Let me be there when you tell them. Now that you're eighteen… you don't need their approval, but still. I want to be there for you so they won't… hurt you as bad," Scotty said, a hand trailing down a still healing bruise behind Pavel's ear.
Pavel rose on to his toes and kissed Scotty's nose, "All right. Tomorrow at one in the afternoon. You'll have time off work, yes?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll see you then. With you… I'll have the courage I never had to defy them. Thank you," Pavel whispered, pressing his forehead to Scotty's for a moment before the seniors who had sang with him came to pat him on the back and congratulate him.
The fifth time Pavel and Scotty met, of course, was to tell Pavel's parents that Pavel was moving out of their house and in with Scotty. Mr. Chekov, despite Scotty's presence, slapped his adopted son across the face, but Mrs. Chekov only sniffed into her handkerchief and told Scotty where some boxes were for Pavel's limited amount of stuff.
After only two hours, Scotty's pick-up was filled with boxes, and he and the kid were on their way to a whole new life. When Scotty and Pavel shared their first kiss that night, Scotty almost missed the kid's lips because he was looking into the shiny, crystalline, emerald-coloured eyes that Pavel had been hiding, and within those eyes, those windows: the obvious soul Pavel had possessed before his abuse.
RATING: PG-13
FANDOM: Star Trek Reboot
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Pavel Chekov, Montgomery Scott, a couple of OCs, others mentioned | pre-slash Chekov/Scotty, others mentioned.
GENRES: Romance/Drama/Tragedy
SUMMARY: They say that eyes are the windows into one's soul. But Chekov seems soulless, and Scotty wants to know why.
PROMPT: 37: Eyes
WARNINGS: Abuse, OOC!Chekov, AU, twisted and bad (as in, bad character) OCs.
AU: Modern day AU. Chekov is in high school, Scotty is an mechanic at a shop close to his school. Chekov is still 17, and Scotty is about 22. OCs are Chekov's adopted parents. This is set in some made-up yet chiefly Scottish city.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any characters or references shown here. I do own the idea to some degree, as well as the creative liberties to write this fic.
It started when Pavel Andreyevich Chekov walked into Scotty's shop for some parts. Okay, Montgomery Scott, aka Scotty, didn't actually own the shop. He worked for James T. Kirk, businessman extraordinaire, and ladies' man. But he felt more in charge than ever, since James worked from his office in a building on the other side of town. So really, Scotty was head honcho.
Anyway, Chekov was a senior in high school, the youngest in his class, and he needed spare parts, as his adopted father had asked him to stop by after school. Scotty had graduated from that very same high school, and asked the boy a lot of questions about how the school was doing and what Chekov was interested in.
"Being invisible," answered the boy, his accent not quite Scottish. He sounded Slavic, perhaps; Scotty pinpointed his accent to be Russian, maybe from Moscow or some of the more European-esque cities there.
The answer, though, had unnerved him. When he went to give the curly-haired chap a good looking over (without leering, though Scotty was bisexual and sometimes couldn't help himself when with a gorgeous bloke or lass.), he noticed that the hazel-green eyes were cloudy, almost… soulless, if Scotty believed in souls and life forces and all that occult nonsense. With Chekov, though, he really believed.
When Chekov left, Scotty stopped himself from following the boy out, and continued to work.
The second time Scotty and Chekov met was the second time Chekov came in for parts. It was about three, four months after the first time, and Chekov looked haggard and bruised. His eyes were bloodshot, and there were bruises on his bare arms, though he attributed it to being very klutzy.
Scotty asked the boy out to coffee to talk about it, but Chekov flinched upon contact (Scotty had put his hand on the younger male's shoulder) and stuttered out an excuse that 'Father was waiting on the parts.'
The third time Scotty and Chekov met was when Scotty was called out to do a number on the principal's car, which had broken down in the parking lot of the school. There, while taking a break to see the man himself, Scotty walked in on Chekov in the office with his father and mother, a cloth full of what looked like ice in a wash-cloth over his left eye.
"You have another few months with me, boy," his adopted father, Scotty presumed, hissed right as Scotty opened the door without knocking. He and the principal, a Mr. Greg Harris, were rather good friends.
"Oh!" Chekov's adopted mother said, putting her very fancy handkerchief to her mouth when Scotty entered. Apparently, a greasy jumpsuit was not something to wear in her presence.
"Oh, sorry," Scotty said, raising one eyebrow at the couple. Chekov's 'Father' was still holding Pavel roughly by the shoulder, but he let go of him as he scrutinized Scotty.
"Principal Harris isn't here right now," he said, crossing his arms.
Scotty grinned like there was no abnormal tension in the room and sat down on a chair a ways down the line from Chekov and his adopted parents. "Then don't mind me. Just here to give Greg the low-down on his car problems. What are you in for?"
"Nothing. Seems my son here has been acting out," the man replied, sitting his son down roughly and then following his own (physical) advice.
"It seems to me someone else was acting out against your son…" Scotty quipped, pointing to the ice/wash-cloth bundle over Chekov's eye.
"Well… it's always Pavel's fault. He's a little faggot and he deserves all he gets," Mr. Chekov replied gruffly. "You know what I mean?"
Scotty shook his head, still smiling though Mr. Chekov's words had struck a nasty chord in the pit of Scotty's stomach. No wonder Pavel's eyes seemed empty of all life: he was abused emotionally and physically, no doubt. Hard to say if there was any sexual violence involved, but one thing was for sure: Pavel needed to get out.
Principal Harris entered before Scotty could answer. He straightened out (not literally) Pavel and his family's situation, and then turned to his oldest friend. "I don't like his parents. I love the kid: intelligent and a wonderful singer in the choir, but his parents… man."
"Could we… stage an intervention? Get him out? He's going to be eighteen soon anyway, right?" Scotty asked.
Greg blinked, "You know… I've never thought about that. But… he's going to be eighteen in only two months…"
"You're going to let that sweet kid stay with those horrible people on the basis that he's only got two months left?" Scotty asked, actually standing up and pointing toward the door the family had left from. Then, after sitting back down and putting his head in his hands miserably, Scotty muttered, "Just for being gay… I don't get people."
"And you never will…" Greg said, "I feel for the kid too… but that he has two months left is exactly what the judge is going to say if we take them to court. And what other evidence to we have besides a couple bruises on the kid's person that could have come from anywhere?"
Scotty shook his head and left the office then without a word about his friend's car, which was fixed up later by another co-worker of Scotty's after Scotty called it in, saying he had something to do.
The fourth time Chekov and Scotty met was after being invited to the school two months later as a special guest to the principal. It was Chekov's birthday, but it was also a special performance made by the seniors of the school. Chekov was in his intended solo, and then a small a capella group made up of the four senior boys: Spock Grayson, Colin Olsen, Hikaru Sulu, and Pavel Chekov (of course). Scotty watched them in awe, after looking around and seeing Mr. and Mrs. Chekov were not there to see their adopted son's performance.
After the performance, Scotty approached the younger male and said, "Happy birthday."
Pavel stared him down, his eyes still cloudy and lifeless. "Thanks, sir."
"Now that you're eighteen… are you leaving home?" Scotty asked.
"I've got to graduate high school in a few weeks… but I got into the University here in town… Father doesn't want to pay for housing, so I'm stuck at home for… for another four years," the kid replied.
Scotty shook his head, "No you're not. Move out."
"I… can't disrespect my father's wishes," Pavel replied firmly.
Scotty shook his head, "I will help you move out. You can stay with me until we find you your own apartment far away from those tools you call parents."
Chekov blinked, tears beginning in those cloudy grey-green eyes. "Sir, I…" he trailed off, wiping at his eyes with his hand.
"Please call me Scotty. And I know I'll need to buy you coffee before asking you to move in with me. But I hate seeing those… those soulless eyes of yours. I think… I think if you just move out, then…"
Pavel stopped him by taking his hand, "Thank you, Scotty. I… I know I'll get… hurt by telling my family… but I really would like to… gain my soul back," he said, giving Scotty a small smile. It was probably the first real smile the kid had given anyone in a long time.
"Let me be there when you tell them. Now that you're eighteen… you don't need their approval, but still. I want to be there for you so they won't… hurt you as bad," Scotty said, a hand trailing down a still healing bruise behind Pavel's ear.
Pavel rose on to his toes and kissed Scotty's nose, "All right. Tomorrow at one in the afternoon. You'll have time off work, yes?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll see you then. With you… I'll have the courage I never had to defy them. Thank you," Pavel whispered, pressing his forehead to Scotty's for a moment before the seniors who had sang with him came to pat him on the back and congratulate him.
The fifth time Pavel and Scotty met, of course, was to tell Pavel's parents that Pavel was moving out of their house and in with Scotty. Mr. Chekov, despite Scotty's presence, slapped his adopted son across the face, but Mrs. Chekov only sniffed into her handkerchief and told Scotty where some boxes were for Pavel's limited amount of stuff.
After only two hours, Scotty's pick-up was filled with boxes, and he and the kid were on their way to a whole new life. When Scotty and Pavel shared their first kiss that night, Scotty almost missed the kid's lips because he was looking into the shiny, crystalline, emerald-coloured eyes that Pavel had been hiding, and within those eyes, those windows: the obvious soul Pavel had possessed before his abuse.