Last Ones Standing

Fictober22

Chekov and Sulu are the only ones left.

Fandom(s): Star Trek TOS
Character(s): Pavel Chekov, Hikaru Sulu
Tags: Genfic, Ficlet, Ship-Wide Paintball Battle-Royale

Rating: Teen+
Content Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 305
Type: Oneshot, Standalone

Collection: Fictober22, or, Pavel Chekov's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Month

fictober-event

Written for Fictober 2022
Day 20: "There's only us."

Chekov and Sulu dashed through the corridor, leaping over fallen bodies. They rounded a corner, and Sulu raised his rifle and shot an unsuspecting red-shirt in the chest. They barely slowed down. Ducking into a nearby conference room and finding it clear of enemies, they slumped against the walls to catch their breaths.

"How… how many left?" Chekov asked between gasps.

"Uh…" Sulu wheezed. "Let me look." He pulled out his communicator and looked at the display. He blinked in surprise. "There's only us.”

Chekov let himself collapse to the floor, letting his rifle rest beside him. "Thank god, I'm exhausted."

Sulu reached out with a foot, snagged Chekov's rifle, and kicked it away from him in one swift motion.

"Hey, what are you-" Chekov looked up at him incredulously as Sulu loomed over him, rifle levelled at Chekov's head. "You bastard, you said you wouldn't back-stab me this time," Chekov said through gritted teeth.

"Sorry Pavel," Sulu gave an apologetic smile and shrugged. "But you should really know better by now. I never share the title."

"It doesn't have to be this way," Chekov said, but he knew it was futile. He squeezed his eyes shut as Sulu pulled the trigger. Chekov was pushed back against the wall from the force of the impact, and a splatter of red splashed back onto Sulu.

Sulu punched the air. "Aw yiss, another year as reigning champion of the annual paintball battle-royale! Whoo!"

Chekov groaned from the floor, rubbing paint from his eyes. "But did you have to shoot me in the face?"

Sulu looked down at Chekov, who was - along with being covered in red paint - sporting a giant welt in the middle of his forehead.

"Oh, sorry Pav, guess I got a little carried away," Sulu grimaced. "Come on, I'll help you get to sickbay."

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