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[The video starts with a shot of a car that, to those who know (or knew) Dean Winchester, will look very familiar. It's impeccably polished, gleaming even in the waning daylight.]

I now have a car.

[He sits down in front of the bumper (a move indicated by some very careless camera work) before rearranging the camera so that it points towards him. Chekov is, mercifully, wearing clothes. Fairly nondescript clothes, but clothes nonetheless.]

I cleaned her very well today, although she may get dusty when I drive her back home... after midnight, I think. [Because there's nothing more awkward than spending the day with your 19th century girlfriend when she's naked.]

Before you ask, yes, I am old enough to drive and yes, I can operate a vehicle like this. I have a license to pilot anything as large as a military shuttlecraft, and that is not so maneuverable. The Impala is the first ground vehicle I have piloted outside of a simulator and, although I know very little about vehicles as old as she is, I think that she handles well. Maybe she would be better off with Sulu--he has many hobbies, and twentieth century cars must be one of them--but I will be careful with her.

I am trying to decide which is better: driving or riding a horse. Driving is simpler, but when I knew how to ride a horse, that was more exciting. Horses are easier to find, also. I have been visiting the barn where they live to talk to them--the horses. The brown one stabled there is a good listener.

[His somewhat pensive and subdued mood (not a normal mood for Chekov) becomes very serious as he jumps to a new topic.]

What I also mean to say today is that no one else that I know is allowed to leave the City without telling me, not even if you leave a car for me.

[He knows just as well as anyone else that no one can control when and how they leave, but it's a nice, empty threat to end the video on.]

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[Well that makes her blush like crazy.]

You're lucky my boyfriend isn't here to hear you say that. But thanks.

[...Oops.]

If he arrives, I will apologize profusely. In the meantime, you must learn not to take everything that I say seriously, even when I mean it.

It's best if you don't mention it at all. He'd probably over think things. And wouldn't that get annoying after awhile? Me never taking anything you say seriously?

Then if he arrives in the City, please tell me so I can avoid him altogether.

[He actually gives that one some thought.]

Maybe if you always fail to take me seriously. I can be serious.

[She chuckles.]

We'll see. You sort of remind me of his best friend, so you'd probably get along.

I'm sure you can. Maybe throw me a wink to let me know that you're not being serious?

Then I will just not say anything favorable about you in his company. It would be difficult, but I do not turn down challenges.

[Now he looks serious.]

I would wear out my winking eye.

[She's giggling now.]

I believe in you.

Would you? Well good thing you have a spare.

[Getting a laugh--a smile, at least--is always his goal.]

And now I must add intelligent to my description of you! Lena, you give me no choice but to compliment you.

[He's just going to give her a big head at this rate! She's so used to only a select few outside her family actually liking her, that she hardly knows how to deal with it. Probably by clinging to it.]

Then I have no choice but to accept it and say thank you.

[Oh, nonsense. As far as Chekov is concerned, all of the compliments are entirely true and it would do Lena no harm at all if they went to her head.]

You are most welcome, and thank you for accepting. That saves me from a great deal of insisting.

Well I wouldn't want to give you all that extra work to do.

[She smiles.]

Hey, would it be okay if I tagged along sometime when you go to see the horses? I promise I won't eavesdrop on your hot gossip.

[He'll spare her the embarrassment of further compliments on her thoughtfulness.]

Yes, please, although I may accidentally talk to you, as well. Be prepared for that possibility. [Don't let the serious face fool you. This is not serious.] I will introduce you to Valor and Siroc, now that I know their names.

[She sucks in a breath, clearly playing along.]

I'll prepare myself; don't worry. And I'd love to meet them. Do they like apples?

[Playing along? He likes Lena even more now.]

Good, and they do, yes. Carrots, as well, and sugar cubes. I take sugar cubes, usually, because I prefer them and the horses do not mind sharing.

I think it'd be fun to watch them eat carrots. I'll bring some along, whenever we go.

Then I will be sure to tell you, Lena, when I go there next.

Thanks, Pavel. I'd better let you get back to your car.

Oh, yes. She is very demanding; I shouldn't keep her waiting.

Definitely shouldn't, then. Talk to you later.