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Generally, Jim tended to set his sights on something, work until he got it, and then get bored. It was the rare thing indeed that having it only made him want it more. That drive to maintain was evident in the way he captained the Enterprise. Just because he had her didn’t mean he didn’t have to keep fighting to keep her. ( Read more... )

Rarely did a hyper-active puppy description fit Jim as well as it was doing today. Even his breathing sounded less like the fruit of a good hard hike and more like happy, satisfied panting. Tongue wasn't quite lolling out enthusiastically, but he could comply if need be. He'd had Bones up at sunrise, already packed and ready to hit the trail. He'd ( Read more... )

Jim Kirk could count on one hand the number of times he’d been out on something that could actually be classified as a date. None of them had been his idea. But this one was and that was scary as hell. Give him a shipful of batshit crazy Romulans or a fleet of cranky, territorial Klingons and he wasn’t scared, wouldn’t even break a sweat. But ( Read more... )