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Autograph (NUMB3RS/Star Trek XI Crossover Drabble, PG)
Title: Autograph
Fandom: Numb3rs / Star Trek XI
Rating: PG
Characters: Professor Eppes & Ensign Chekov
Warnings/Spoilers: General 4th season developments.
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lomedet, of course. :)
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
"Professor Ep-pes?" Charlie hears behind him, in a light tenor voice with a Russian accent. He turns to see a lanky teenage boy who's vibrating with excitement and extremely adorable. Curly hair, big eager eyes, forehead earnestly furrowed -- Charlie wonders if he ever looked that damn cute back when he was a child prodigy. Probably, he thinks with equal parts sympathy and envy, and nods in greeting.
"Please sir, sign this? I would be honored." Anticipating another copy of The Attraction Equation, Charlie grits his teeth in a frozen smile until he actually sees what the boy is brandishing -- a copy of the American Journal of Mathematics. He recognizes that cover, too. It's the issue with his first paper.
As the boy watches Charlie's expression thaw, his smile goes from eager to floodlight-bright. "Chekov," he says, pressing pen and journal into Charlie's hands. "Pavel Andreievich Chekov. I would be truly honored."
"A fellow mathematician?" The boy nods vigorously, so Charlie begins with that dedication. "Here you go, Mr. Chekov."
Chekov keeps nodding, big eyes shining. "Thank you, Professor! I have read all your work I can find. Truly revolutionary. Your monograph on Emergence of Cognition was most impressive."
Cognitive Emergence? Charlie hasn't completed anything publishable on that, at least not yet... He feels his eyes go round even before young Chekov's widen further to match, huge circles in his suddenly bloodless face.
Chekov spins away, grabbing pen and journal from Charlie's nerveless fingers. Charlie shouts, "Hey, wait!" but the long-legged boy is already gone.
Fandom: Numb3rs / Star Trek XI
Rating: PG
Characters: Professor Eppes & Ensign Chekov
Warnings/Spoilers: General 4th season developments.
All Thanks To:
lomedet, of course. :)Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
"Professor Ep-pes?" Charlie hears behind him, in a light tenor voice with a Russian accent. He turns to see a lanky teenage boy who's vibrating with excitement and extremely adorable. Curly hair, big eager eyes, forehead earnestly furrowed -- Charlie wonders if he ever looked that damn cute back when he was a child prodigy. Probably, he thinks with equal parts sympathy and envy, and nods in greeting.
"Please sir, sign this? I would be honored." Anticipating another copy of The Attraction Equation, Charlie grits his teeth in a frozen smile until he actually sees what the boy is brandishing -- a copy of the American Journal of Mathematics. He recognizes that cover, too. It's the issue with his first paper.
As the boy watches Charlie's expression thaw, his smile goes from eager to floodlight-bright. "Chekov," he says, pressing pen and journal into Charlie's hands. "Pavel Andreievich Chekov. I would be truly honored."
"A fellow mathematician?" The boy nods vigorously, so Charlie begins with that dedication. "Here you go, Mr. Chekov."
Chekov keeps nodding, big eyes shining. "Thank you, Professor! I have read all your work I can find. Truly revolutionary. Your monograph on Emergence of Cognition was most impressive."
Cognitive Emergence? Charlie hasn't completed anything publishable on that, at least not yet... He feels his eyes go round even before young Chekov's widen further to match, huge circles in his suddenly bloodless face.
Chekov spins away, grabbing pen and journal from Charlie's nerveless fingers. Charlie shouts, "Hey, wait!" but the long-legged boy is already gone.