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Rating: PG for language (no kidding!)
A drabble written for a sulking Farf
Kirk put his hands on his hips and glowered. "Why the hell not?"
"Spit it out, Admiral. Give me one good reason, just one." Kirk pinned the admiral to his seat and dared him to say it. "One!"
"Exactly. You can't think of one. We're responsible, hard-working adults that are capable of making a rational decision! We're going to get married. You and Star Fleet are going to live with it!"
Admiral Komack stood up and tugged his tunic down. "He's your First Officer, you idiot!"
"Oh, well, that's different."