Who: Pavel Chekov (AU) and Hikaru Sulu (AU) What: Getting into trouble. There is accidental stabbing involved. When: Backdated to before/during this. Where: Their apartment. Rating:Uhm. PG-13 for some innuendo and stabbing?
Chekov had spent the last hour sitting in his room, door wide open as he hummed along to the t.A.T.u. cd he was listening to and went over his equations for what seemed like the hundredth time. There once was a time where Chekov never would have imagined he would get bored doing things like this, but that seemed to be changing. He could only look at the same formula that, while it should be perfectly accurate, as his math nearly always was, it wasn't seeming to work in the strange city.
Sighing, he tossed aside his pen and reached up to rub at his eyes, frustrated with the fact that it wasn't working. Yet again, the thought that maybe he should just give up crossed his mind. After all, it seemed like most everyone else had given up already. They'd grown accoustomed to their new lives here and rarely even spoke of wanting to leave. And, while Chekov still wanted to go home, it was good to be able to, for the most part, relax. And it was even better to not be the youngest person around at all times.