"i’m gonna write some kirk/spock in my everyone lives AU of STID. it’ll be great. wonderful. happy."
It hits him later what their problem is. Even with all these chance meetings at starbases and years of correspondence, for all those hours spent learning each other’s body under the stars and a drunken haze, they still love their ships more than they love each other.
"Is this how it’s going to be?" Jim asks, the next time, when they have the corner of the bar to themselves. "Are we going to keep doing this until we’re admirals?"
"No," Spock answers, but there’s something hollow about his voice - "Until tomorrow. The Bradbury is being reassigned to the gamma quadrant.”
well that was fun.