[The answer was simple really-- they'd just have to abscond with the new Enterprise once it's finished and become space pirates. Get far enough into the nebula that Yorktown couldn't track them very easily anymore, give the crew a choice, leave the ones that didn't want to leave the Federation on a few shuttles with an emergency beacon and sail off into the stars. That would be that. Then they wouldn't have to worry about gossips or admirals anymore. Well, they might have to worry about the latter in the sense that there'd be a reward out for their capture but that was easily solved in that they would have to never get caught.
Easy. Simple. Borderline ridiculous. Not actually feasible since there is zero to negative chance of convincing Spock to become a space pirate and there'd be no fun in any of it if he couldn't put an eyepatch on the Vulcan. There's also the fact that the Enterprise would be too conspicuous for space pirates and so they'd be forced to sell or trade her and he doesn't want to abandon his best girl either. Scotty would make a good pirate though. And bless his little heart, Chekov would do whatever Kirk told him to.
This is what Jim Kirk thinks about. Is McCoy really sure he wants to be strapped to the same bottle rocket to hell with him. That's a really charming metaphor for their relationship too, Bones, honestly. He's got the warm fuzzies being compared to a firework.
When Bones had stopped into his space, Kirk moved with him, letting him step in close, tipping his head back just a fraction to make it easier to kiss him, winding an arm around the doctor's middle to keep them that close together. If he was a star, then McCoy had to be a planet orbiting him. Maybe they didn't shine in the same way, and usually the sun was loud and obnoxious but the planet had its own gravity, its own way of influencing the star it circled without many noticing.
There is one option. One that is by far the most definitive and maybe even the easiest solution, but it feels dirtybadwrong to think it, much less even say it because he's pretty certain that it isn't something Bones wants and he has no idea if it's what he wants either. Because in all of his plans and daydreams and ideas about what his life would be, who he'd turn into, how he'll die someday, it was never a factor. He didn't think he'd find anyone he wanted to keep forever that could also stand to be around him that long.]
There's one way to force them to keep us together, [muttered between them while Jim looks firmly at the floor. He doesn't like it, because even if they are ready and they do want it, right now it's going to be about be a bunch of admirals trying to take his toy away because he's a misbehaving toddler.]
i'd wait like six for yours too tbh
Easy. Simple. Borderline ridiculous. Not actually feasible since there is zero to negative chance of convincing Spock to become a space pirate and there'd be no fun in any of it if he couldn't put an eyepatch on the Vulcan. There's also the fact that the Enterprise would be too conspicuous for space pirates and so they'd be forced to sell or trade her and he doesn't want to abandon his best girl either. Scotty would make a good pirate though. And bless his little heart, Chekov would do whatever Kirk told him to.
This is what Jim Kirk thinks about. Is McCoy really sure he wants to be strapped to the same bottle rocket to hell with him. That's a really charming metaphor for their relationship too, Bones, honestly. He's got the warm fuzzies being compared to a firework.
When Bones had stopped into his space, Kirk moved with him, letting him step in close, tipping his head back just a fraction to make it easier to kiss him, winding an arm around the doctor's middle to keep them that close together. If he was a star, then McCoy had to be a planet orbiting him. Maybe they didn't shine in the same way, and usually the sun was loud and obnoxious but the planet had its own gravity, its own way of influencing the star it circled without many noticing.
There is one option. One that is by far the most definitive and maybe even the easiest solution, but it feels dirtybadwrong to think it, much less even say it because he's pretty certain that it isn't something Bones wants and he has no idea if it's what he wants either. Because in all of his plans and daydreams and ideas about what his life would be, who he'd turn into, how he'll die someday, it was never a factor. He didn't think he'd find anyone he wanted to keep forever that could also stand to be around him that long.]
There's one way to force them to keep us together, [muttered between them while Jim looks firmly at the floor. He doesn't like it, because even if they are ready and they do want it, right now it's going to be about be a bunch of admirals trying to take his toy away because he's a misbehaving toddler.]
They don't separate families.