[ she laughs, because really, it is the worst idea ever. kirk had been sincere in the offer, but kathryn hadn't taken him seriously. for her, home was home, and it was all or nothing. she'd much rather stay and keep fighting the good fight here in the city for a chance to see home proper again versus being utterly miserable in a time period not as it should be, a mere glimmer of what it ought to. the loss of vulcan would hurt too much, as would the loss of the federation as she knows it. and oh, she'd try — she'd bicker and throw her weight around as much as possible in attempt to get things to change, but the principals she holds in such high regards would clash with those they do not. it'd be the mild annoyance she finds when faced with those differences in kirk and co. ten fold. it would destroy her, because she'd die trying to inflict change.

dear god, that federation was never going to survive the borg. ]

Stuck here until I find my way back. [ when and not if. her confidence in her ability to make that happen knows no bounds. she'd sooner die than give up hope on that. ] You know, I'd do the same for him under certain circumstances, but I'd likely end up throwing the lot of them into the brig.

[ shakes her head. it's a harsh reality, but she's not one to shy away from that. even as her subconscious mind entertains a series of what ifs and indulges in the ability to flirt openly with kirk without the threat of the balance of power being corrupted, they're two different breeds of starship captain in spite of their similarities. from two versions of starfleet that would have a hard time recognizing one another. ]