Homecoming - [Kirk, McCoy]
Kirk had been glad to get off the ship. Glad to have something to do, after months of wasting and then a flurry of confused emotions and nebulous goals.
Away missions were different. The goals were simple, the dangers straightforward. He was exhausted, hungry, and keyed up when they returned, adrenaline and lust for life propelling him.
To the quarters he shared with McCoy.
For the first time,t he ship felt like a return to something. Despite the nanoprobes, despite everything he knew about McCoy and his lingering doubts, Kirk was hurrying "home." He did not questions this, because to question would be to acknowledge. He spared a brief thought for Andrea, but she would not be terminated right away and he could not afford to express too much interest now.
Instead, he let himself home in on McCoy. He felt alive, and at this juncture there was only one person who would understand that. Jim Kirk was, at heart, a social animal.
And maybe, just maybe, he'd missed the doctor.
Away missions were different. The goals were simple, the dangers straightforward. He was exhausted, hungry, and keyed up when they returned, adrenaline and lust for life propelling him.
To the quarters he shared with McCoy.
For the first time,t he ship felt like a return to something. Despite the nanoprobes, despite everything he knew about McCoy and his lingering doubts, Kirk was hurrying "home." He did not questions this, because to question would be to acknowledge. He spared a brief thought for Andrea, but she would not be terminated right away and he could not afford to express too much interest now.
Instead, he let himself home in on McCoy. He felt alive, and at this juncture there was only one person who would understand that. Jim Kirk was, at heart, a social animal.
And maybe, just maybe, he'd missed the doctor.