ST:TOS/Bab5 xover fic

Because I saw the prompt somewhere, ages and ages ago. I don't know when or where or why, but ... Here we go. Random, I know, but the muse sayeth, and all must obey her whims, lest they be cast out from the hallowed circle of honoured scribes. *blinks* Have I mentioned I'm a little hyper tonight?

Title:  All Good Things ... Come From Russia
Fandoms:  Star Trek (original) and Babylon 5
Rating:  PG
Characters/Pairings:  Ivanova/Chekov
Summary:  He's giving it a go, despite the incredibly handicap of looking like one of her worst enemies. Because Pavel would.
Wordcount:  1150
Disclaimer:  I own nothing

( All the best things come from Russian. In whatever universe. )

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The problem with an attic bedroom is that when the weather kicks up, like now ... well, the rain hitting the metal point of theroof sounds like Animal on timpani, and the gale is making me mildly nervous that I'm going to wake up with my bed in a tree a couple of miles away. Or possibly the river.

At the same time, though, there is something mildly thrilling about being *this close* to it all.