I want Jim to put his broken crew back together.
I want him to take Scotty out for a pub crawl, put him and Keenser to bed on the couch, be there when he wakes up from the nightmare of discovering his captain in the Warp Core.
I want him to fence with Sulu (letting him teach and ultimately school Jim), clap Hikaru on the back and tell him he’s proud for not abandoning Spock when ordered to.
I want him to take Chekov to a Russian festival, letting the younger Navigator tell Jim what foods to try, what to buy, what stalls to talk to the proprietors.
I want Jim to go with Spock to see Ambassador Spock. To learn the best chess moves, to hear the stories the older Vulcan is ready and able to tell, to remember that this friendship went to hell and back before, it can again.
I want Jim to let Uhura choose what she wants to do. The whole day, whatever she wants. Linguistics conference? Art exhibit? Some lute playing? Whatever. They tease each other the whole time she drags him along and Jim’s never been as comfortable out of his element as he is with her.
I want him to take Carol home to England. To have tea with her mother. To talk not about their fathers or guilt or anything else but about science and the ship and how to make Spock’s ears tinge green.
I want Jim to surprise Bones with Joanna (It wasn’t hard to get Eleanora McCoy to persuade Jocelyn and Spock and Uhura collected her from the shuttle). I want them to spend the weekend going to the zoo, the acquarium, to the movies. I want the heaviness of what happened to be filled with Jo’s giggles, her endless innocent questions, her happy exclamations.
I want game night. Competitive and loud, I want bets placed on who will win LIFE, MONOPOLY, Who killed who in Clue. I want Twister (possibly drunk Twister) and Trivia and staying up until even the ship’s computers don’t know what time it is.
I want Jim to know that like him, they’re still broken but that each thing big or small he can do, can help set them whole again.