AOS Fic - Finally
My contribution to the Jim Kirk Birthday Bash.
Posting now because tomorrow is gonna be killer for me.
No real warnings, just a blatant disregard for canon and shameless pseudoscience. I am a creature of consistency.
McKirk, ‘cause it’s always McKirk.
March 22, 2256
Len doesn’t think anything of it when Jim doesn’t stumble into his room at 3 am on March 22.
It crosses his mind that maybe things are going better with Ruth. He really isn’t bothered.
It’s a little weird when Jim isn’t sprawled on his couch when he finally finishes his day at the clinic.
“Jim?” Len calls, dropping his pack on the floor.
Blessed silence greets him.
Len sighs and settles heavily into the cushions, toeing off his boots.
Finally, some peace and quiet.