Captain's Journal

Stardate 2822.9 (The Galileo Seven)

This is to be kept absolutely confidential, Journal, because I'm going to tell you a secret. Earlier, on the bridge, I came the closest I've ever been to crying real, honest to goodness, tears of joy. One second my two best friends in the Universe are probably dead, burned up in the atmosphere or killed by violent natives. The next! Perfectly alright! Had I not had a ship to command I could have jumped for joy. And Spock... what a human thing to do, risking all their fuel like that. Not knowing whether I'd, if anyone would see. But how could I have ever stopped looking, save for my duties and the frustratingly unobjectives Commissioner Ferris. Everything (or nearly so) he said made sense and yet I was so... so close to the pain. How I would be the man I am today without Bones' advice, his persistent (and excellent) medical care and friendship. It's not possible.

But they're safe, so no more dwelling on what-ifs. And besides, I have chess with Spock in a few minutes and I have to think up a few new ways to playfully tease him about his humanity.

Until next time,

Jim

P.s. Playful teasing is not the same as flirting, for the record.