A/N: Well, here goes. My very first published fanfic ever. I'll be adding on as I write more. They aren't in any particular order or timeframe. Special thanks to Nimthiriel Eruhin for lending her awesome beta skills. Please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own them; nor am I making a profit off this story.

Drabble: First Impression

He's so young, all bright eyes and eager smile. I have a hard time believing that he's supposed to maneuver us through the unknown. Yet there he sits at the navigation console, his yellow uniform a little baggy on his gangly limbs.

I can't take my eyes off him. There's something compelling about the enthusiasm with which he chatters away to the helmsman.

Innocence and intellect juxtaposed: this is what I see in the curly-headed teenager. Even as he calculates, he gives his captain a shy smile, cheeks flushed with excitement at the new orders.

So this is Pavel Chekov.