Spock piloted the shuttle back to the Enterprise.
Sarek, having been briefed by Uhura's mother, graciously provided private Vulcan transportation to reduce any further diplomatic entanglements en route. Word of Spock's clothing issues - as in keeping his clothes on in public - hit the news feeds on New Vulcan weeks ago; Sarek's inbox was inundated with meeting requests for his rock star son. Vulcan surrogacy volunteers for non-Pon Farr insemination by Spock skyrocketed.
M'Umbha Uhura bid a fond farewell to all at the spaceport as did Carol Marcus.
Carol would rejoin the Enterprise in three days; she represented the Enterprise at a Starfleet conference on the "Effectiveness of Hand-to-Hand Combat Training for Starfleet's Female Officers". Carol would present a case study on Nyota Uhura. With eye witness accounts and victim affidavits.
Chekov would double as helmsman another few days while Sulu remained incognito on Risa. With M'Umbha's encouragement, Sulu and fifteen civil claimants negotiated paid settlements in a padded room with time locks and security outside the door.
There would be no escapees and, if no settlement was reached before the locks opened, no living witnesses.
Sulu and Mrs. Uhura worked out a payout-limited counteroffer from the Swimsuit Squad© to the aggrieved resorts, souvenir manufacturers, security companies, server admin unions, explosives providers (only on Gorn), Gottee Enterprise (an ironic name in the disposal business with either a missing plural or a missing possessive "s"), alcohol distillers (for lost sales) and the Risa Sex Trade Workers' Cooperative (for lost sales, missing and damaged clients and unfair competition). Sulu now used the group's less-well-known legal name, hoping no one suing them would realize the money still belonged to the same defendants.
Sulu's initial settlement offer from the Enterprise officers? "Not one damn credit".
Exhausted (and probably bankrupt), not one of the left over Calendar Crew© considered the consequences of placing Nyota Uhura and Donal Trumpe on the same transport - there were, after all, 25 empty seats to choose from on each side of the center aisle.
Donal recapped the Enterprise swimsuit calendar disaster within Uhura's hearing from his aisle seat nestled not two full rows behind Uhura's in the lavish Vulcan shuttle craft.
Donal needed to make better choices.
"All's well that ends with credits, Ialwayssay. You agree, Uhura?"
Donal missed her low growl and her repositioning away from his side of the shuttle. She retrieved a soft, Vulcan-made blanket from the under-seat storage and covered herself to filter the static escaping Donal's mouth.
"You shoulda warned me about Spock's babe magnetism, youknow?"
Forbearance gone, Uhura couldn't let Donal's last comment go - the idea that Spock's personal gifts being on display to the universe - regular and mirror - was somehow her fault.
"Mr. Trumpe, had you not modified those images, there wouldn't have been a problem."
"C'mon-C'mon-C'mon Uhura - ya gotta admit even your mother wouldn't have bought the calendar with his equipment buried in that Vulcan pelvic toolbox he carries around.
"You shoulda warned me, Uhura. We coulda avoided all these expenses. NothatI'm angry, it's only credits, seewhatImean?"
Heavy breathing from Uhura's side of the aisle confirmed the ongoing battle between her control and her temper.
"Hon, now, don't you listen to him - he's an idiot; we all know that."
McCoy's words from directly behind Uhura soothed her; her breathing slowed and lightened.
"Cowardly bugger, too, lass." Scotty yawned from his seat in front of Donal on the opposite side of the shuttle, "I must've chased that git for nigh on 20 minutes."
Her mother showed her the vids of Scotty bearing down on the frantic calendar producer as Donal screamed his bloody head off.
Gentle chuckling came back to the Enterprise's doctor and chief engineer before all hell broke loose.
"It'sokay-It'sokay-It'sokay, Uhura. I forgive you for screwing up the junket and costing us millions."
"Oh, shit!" McCoy exclaimed, surging out of his seat to stop Uhura when her blanket hit the aisle floor.
"Uhura - you don't wanna do this, darlin'!"
"Ohhh yes I do, Leonard!"
McCoy stepped into the aisle, using his straightened arms to impede her forward progress.
It would have worked if Donal had kept his mouth shut.
"If I was Spock, I'd be pret-ty pissed off at losing all those creds. I'da been out dipping my banana in other chocolate, ifI'mmakin'sense.
"He still playing 'hide the Vulcan fire hose' with you, Uhura?"
Uhura lunged over a seat to bypass McCoy and get her hands on Donal. Scotty, who'd nodded off, caught her in his lap.
"Lassie, he's not worth the trouble! Let it be!"
Uhura worked out five days a week with a Vulcan. Scotty's hold on her wouldn't keep a Vulcan toddler from getting loose. Using Scotty's lap as a spring board, Uhura vaulted partway to the seat directly behind the frantic Scotsman.
Only one small leap stood between Donal and Death by Crazy Lady.