Epilogue

Earthworld. You know, this is when I discovered that James grew up in probably the mostly boring place in the entire universe.

"Your an Earthworld farmboy?" I asked him.

"Pretty much."

"Seriously, you grew up on a farm."

"Yeah."

I looked around me. We were standing in the middle of one of his step-fathers fields.

"You grew up on a farm, which is not even a cool farm with cows or horses or something. You grew up on a potato farm."

"You make I sound so boring. I made it exciting."

"Oh I bet you did, hence your step-fathers hatred for you."

"Hate is a strong word."

"Yeah it is, and he seriously hates you."

"Maybe."

I had been looking out over the field, but as I turned to look at him, I saw him getting down on his knees in the mud. I raised one eyebrow at him, my perfect imitation of a perplexed Spock.

"What are doing kneeling down?"

"What do you think, checking the dirt? I'm going to ask you something."

"I think your trying to look up my skirt."

"You sure know how to make things romantic, don't you?"

"What's romantic about a potato field?"

"Its where I grew up!"

"And the fact that it still exists is therefore a miracle. What were you going to ask me?"

"Riley Ann Grayson, will you marry me?"

I looked at him, stunned. The silence stretched on, and James shifted uneasily on his knees, on the dirt, holding out a stunningly pretty little ring, just for me. Me. Oh my goodness, James just asked me to marry him.

"You know Riley, an answer would be great, but take your time you know, big decision and all that. I'll just sit here. On my knees. In the mud. Getting cramps in my arm."

"Your such a whiny brat. Despite that, yes I'll marry you." I exclaimed, a smile stretching across my face.

He pulled me down, into the mud, and snogged me. And I didn't care about the mud at the moment, because heck, I loved James kisses. I felt him slip the cold band of silver onto my finger, and grinned into the kiss. Oh my goodness, I was seriously going to marry James. Spock was going to have a cow.

I broke away from the kiss, looking intently at James.

"Just for the record, no way am I getting married on a Potato farm. I am also not getting married on a Spaceship."

Love is an illogical emotion. But heck, since when had anything between me and Kirk been logical? He loved me, and I loved him. 'Till all the planets burn.

Authors note: Just a short & sweet epilogue with plenty of Riley & James banter. If your curious, they live happily ever after & have tree children, two boys called George and Samuel, and a girl called Amanda.