The second part of Tastes Like Real Ice Cream on AO3 so it took up some significant part of my writing so there might be a delay of the next chapter of Cosmic Love, but likely just in the afternoon tomorrow instead of morning.
He had no experience dating Vulcans either, for that matter. But as far as he knew Vulcans did not expect or desire to be courted in the way Humans seemed to wish.
The concept of going to dinner and/or a movie was an odd consideration to him.
Of course, in practical matters, Vulcan children were bonded to other Vulcan children at a young age in anticipation of one day fully forming the marriage bond.
That was for average Vulcan children. Admittedly average Vulcans were considered superior to others, including himself, who had the distinction of being only half Vulcan. The other half being Human, but that led Spock back to his original thought. Being half Human did not give him any particular knowledge when dealing with attractive Humans one wished to pursue.
Due to his lineage, in that he was fortunate, Spock’s mother, the Human one, had declared her son would get to choose his own mate, and therefore no betrothal bond had ever been established between Spock and another. That had been one of the only arguments between his parents, Amanda Grayson had won.
That left Spock with his current dilemma.
How to pursue James Kirk.
He’d made a terrible impression. Social graces was not his forte, truly, and he had been startled by the unexpected confrontation with Kirk…Jim…when he’d approached. Spock had not been prepared and had, as Jim pointed out, been rude.
Spock simply could not deny he found Jim quite attractive.
He’d thought about discussing the matter with his friend, Nyota, but she was rather judgmental for the most part, and Spock really did not wish to deal with that sort of behavior from her just yet. Any advise she would have given him was not that important, he decided.
Spock had considered contacting his mother for her advice. She was, after all, quite Human herself. But she would no doubt react with more enthusiasm than the current situation indicated, owing to his bad impression on Jim, and he was not prepared to disappoint her should that bad impression not become resolved.
Because he hadn’t been smart enough to get Jim’s contact information when they’d gone for coffee, Spock had been forced to do some research into which dorm was his. Therefore, he now stood outside Jim’s dorm hoping he did not come off as a stalker.
He almost turned away and left but at the last second, he took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.
The door opened only seconds later, and Jim stood there, staring in surprise at him.
Jim was wearing glasses which reminded him teenaged Jim Kirk had worn glasses most of the time. Somehow it made the blue irises appear even more striking.
“It occurred to me that I did not obtain your contact information to further our acquaintance,” Spock said after allowing himself ample time to takin in Jim’s attractiveness.
“Uh. Okay. Want to come in?”
Spock nodded. “Yes.”
He stepped inside the dorm room and was relieved to see that Jim was the only occupant. He had no right to be jealous if there had been someone else with him, but he had only just considered that was possible.
“Would you like to have dinner with me?”
Jim smiled then. Slightly, but it was a smile.
Jim was dressed rather casually. Pajama bottoms, Spock thought. And a tank top. On the coffee table next to a sofa was a container of ice cream.
“Am I interrupting?”
“Just an evening with myself. I don’t really feel up to going somewhere, but perhaps you’d want to stay to hang out or something?”
Spock quickly agreed. “Yes. Yes I would.”
“I can make a pot of coffee.”
Ad Spock was in and feeling, perhaps, just a bit more positive.
Jim had been attending Starfleet Academy about a week before he saw Spock. There weren’t a lot of tall, gorgeous Vulcan males on campus, of course, plus Jim recognized him from their very brief prior acquaintance.
Spock hung out with several other cadets in an area everyone called the quad. There was a large leafy tree with several benches surrounding it and it was there Jim spotted Spock on a couple of occasions.
Jim had doubts about approaching Spock. He didn’t know if he would remember Jim and if he did whether he wanted to remember Jim. He certainly knew Tarsus and those from those years was a sore subject for some.
On the other hand, Jim did recognize Spock and didn’t want to pretend otherwise, not to mention Captain Pike had specifically noted their connection. It would probably not be a good idea to ignore it.
So, when he spotted Spock separating from his group, Jim decided now was his opportunity to approach the Vulcan.
Spock stopped in mid-stride and gaze blankly at him.
“Uh. Jim. James Kirk. From Tarsus Preparatory School.”
Spock gave a slight nod. “Yes, I recall. Good day to you.”
When Spock started walking again, Jim blinked in shock.
“Hey,” he called after Spock.
Spock stopped and turned around.
“I thought, you know, because we both went there, I should say hello.”
“And you have done so.” Spock paused. “I don’t mean to be rude, Mr. Kirk, but I am not looking to be part of some sort of Tarsus Preparatory School Survival Club.”
When he made to turn around, Jim laughed.
“You don’t mean to be rude?” Jim asked, incredulous. “You sure as hell do. I never said I was looking to establish some kind of Survival Club, dude. Captain Pike told me you were here, and I saw you and thought to acknowledge you. That was it.” Jim held out his hands, palms up. “It’s absolutely no skin off mine if you want to be a jackass. Feel free to go back to your snooty friends.”
This time it was Jim who turned around to leave, every breath he took feeling steamy from irritation. The days where Jim let himself get walked over were long gone.
He almost didn’t turn around. Kind of was made at himself for doing so.
“I…apologize. You have every right to be angry with me. My behavior is uncalled for.”
Jim nodded. “Okay. See you.”
“If you would permit me, Mr. Kirk, perhaps we could go for…coffee?”
Jim should say no. But then, maybe, he’d be as dismissive of Spock as Spock had been of him. And that wasn’t Jim.
“All right, sure. But then it’s Jim. Or if you have to Kirk.”
“This way.” Spock gestured.
Jim looked at him rather sideways as they made their way off campus. “You drink coffee?”
“I always thought Vulcans were more of a tea drinking bunch.”
Spock shrugged. “I enjoy a cup of tea from time to time, but my preferred beverage is coffee.”
Jim was familiar with the tiny coffee shop Spock led them to as he’d been there a few times with his new friend, Bones. Well, Leonard McCoy. He’d met the doctor on the shuttle to San Francisco.
After they got coffee, Jim’s with cream and sugar, and Spock’s black, they chose a tiny wooden table next to the window.
Jim took a sip of his and then thought about the way to break up the kind of awkward silence.
So he was kind of surprised when it was Spock who spoke first.
“Was it your mother or stepdad who picked you up from the space station?”
“You remembered? Wow.” Jim smiled a little. “My mom, thankfully. Up until then we didn’t really have the best relationship. She was off planet a lot. In fact, I was there at the school thanks to him.” He shook his head. “Anyway, he’s gone. Not dead or anything, but out of our lives. We see him around Riverside sometimes though. Iowa. Where I’m from.”
And Jim turned red knowing he was babbling like a fool. Spock was definitely going to be sorry he didn’t just let Jim walk away. To cover his embarrassment, he took another drink of coffee.
“You got off all right with your dad?”
“I did, yes.”
He didn’t elaborate. Jim didn’t want to press.
Instead he said, “I don’t want to keep you if you have somewhere to be or something.”
“I do not. Not until this evening when I am meeting my friend Nyota for dinner.”
Jim knew who he meant. Nyota Uhura. She was one of the ones he spent time with by the tree in the quad. Probably his girlfriend. Jim guessed he didn’t have a right to ask.
Jim frowned. “Me?”
“I do not wish to keep you from something you would rather do,” Spock said. “I had been having rather a troublesome conversation just prior to your approach, so I did not react well. My apologies.”
“You wouldn’t be the first one to react badly to me,” Jim joked. But Spock did not crack a smile, not even a Vulcan one, so Jim let it go. “Anyway, no plans either. Just studying later at the library. Other than you I’ve only met Bones.”
“My friend, Leonard McCoy. A doctor. Met him on the shuttle here and he’s got a dorm just down the hall from me.”
And Jim figured he was boring Spock clear to death. So he finished his coffee and made to stand.
“Thanks for the coffee, Spock. It was very nice of you. But I really didn’t intend to bother you. Just wanted to say hi.”
“Very well,” Spock said quietly. “Perhaps at another time, I could call on you?”
“Call on me?”
“For dinner, perhaps?” Spock paused. There was the finest tightening around his eyes. Jim almost missed it. “Unless…you are engaged in a relationship with Doctor McCoy?”
“No.” Jim shook his head rapidly. “No, I’m not.”
“Then my question still applies.”
“Yeah. Sure. Uh. Yeah.” Jim knew he sounded like a fool. “You can.”
And then he did leave the coffee shop, a little befuddled. He hadn’t thought Spock liked him at all, let alone to ask him out. Weirdest date request ever, Jim thought. And he wondered if Spock actually would follow up.
I’m behind. I know I am. I have stuff that needs updating. Catch a Falling Star and Clarity come to mind. And I am working on the second part of Tastes Like Real Ice Cream.
But…this week is a drag on me. I’m tired and the stress is catching up with me. I am kind of unmotivated. I think it will pass soon, but there it is right now. I’m sorry.
Still in a holding pattern with everything really in life. My co-worker whose father was also in hospice passed away last night. So he’s at peace at least.
Perfect weather continues. Sister is having another above ground pool put in her backyard. She had one for 15 plus years and had it taken down as it was wearing out. She didn’t know if she wanted another one but with everything, she decided to go for it. It was backordered for months considering the pandemic and everyone buying a pool, but it finally came and the guy went to put it in and one of the posts was wrong. It was defective. So he had to order another part and the waiting continues.
Here’s a picture of what he’s done so far.
I do have a chapter of Cosmic Love coming tomorrow.
And Garden Solar Bug, these are the kinds of bugs I can handle!
“Tarsus Preparatory School,” Captain Christopher Pike read off.
Jim nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Pike frowned. He was seated behind his desk, going over Jim’s application for admittance to Starfleet Academy. “Rough time.”
“Fortunately, the school was evacuated before the worst of it,” Jim replied. He folded his hands in his lap and tried not to twist them together.
“By your headmaster.”
“That’s right, sir. Retired Starfleet captain Robert April.”
“Yes, I knew April. Left active duty after the partial loss of his left leg. Settled on Tarsus IV.” Pike pursed his lips. “Got you all off but he was not as lucky.”
“How was the school before all that?”
“I learned a lot,” Jim conceded. “My mother taught me not to speak ill of the dead, though.”
Pike smiled slightly at that. “Confidential, James.”
“I prefer Jim for the most part, Captain.”
“Okay, Jim. Tell me what you thought of Captain April.”
“He evacuated all of us students and ultimately saved our lives. For that he’s a hero, sir.”
Jim shrugged. “He could be a strict disciplinarian. Which is why I was sent there in the first place.” He paused. “That being said, I think he should be remembered from his heroic acts.
“I see. You might be interested to know that there’s a currently enrolled cadet who also came from the school.”
“Spock is his name. Son of the Vulcan ambassador to Earth. Know him?”
“Only rather nominally, sir. I spoke briefly to him when we were both waiting for our parents on the space station after evacuation. Not even sure he’d remember me after all these years.”
“Understood. Well, if you run in to him, I didn’t want you to be surprised.”
Jim smiled. “Run into him, Captain?”
Pike returned the smile and stood up, hand thrust forward to shake Jim’s hand. Jim rose too.
“Congratulations on being accepted into Starfleet Academy, Jim. You’ll be starting this next semester.”
“Thank you, Captain Pike, I appreciate it.”
“I want a milkshake. Do you want a milkshake?”
Jim shook his head, amused at his mother as she sat across from him at the diner they’d headed to after he came out of Christopher Pike’s office. They decided to celebrate by coming to this old diner before boarding the shuttle back to Riverside. The next semester didn’t start for a few weeks, so he’d spend most of that time back at the farmhouse.
His mother had told him that back in her academy days she’d gone to this old diner numerous times with Jim’s dad.
Jim laughed. “I’m already getting a cheeseburger. I have to fit in my cadet uniform, Mom.”
“You’re slim and fit. But okay. I won’t push. I’m getting a salad that way I can have the milkshake.”
“Okay.” Jim glanced out the window. “I’ll have to be careful not to come here too often.”
“Just like George. Did you know your Grandpa Kirk was turned down for the Academy?”
“Yep. Idiots. That’s why your father tried so hard to get in there, you know. Wanted to prove them wrong about the Kirk family. I think he’d rather have stayed on the farm to be honest.” His mother shook her head. “I’m not surprised you got right in.”
“Yeah well. Hey, I guess Captain Pike said there’s another cadet there from the school. Tarsus I mean.”
“Spock. From Vulcan. I guess his dad’s some dignitary or something.”
Mom pursed her lips. “Do you suppose he was sent there for getting into trouble?”
Jim laughed again. “Doubtful. I mean not everyone there was sent because they were a delinquent, Mom.” He paused. “Some were, obviously.”
“Jim, if I could change—”
“I know. I know it was Frank. And the experience wasn’t all bad,” Jim said, softly. “Anyway, I am guessing not everyone who was there got there because of someone like Frank, but the truth of it is that I know nothing about Spock at all. Maybe he is a secret troublemaker.”
They both laughed at that. The idea did seem absurd.
Later when they had finished their dinner, they headed back for Riverside. Jim couldn’t wait to return to San Francisco to begin the next chapter of his life.
Jim looked up shyly from the borrowed PADD he had been looking through. He wiped his sweaty palms on his slacks and rose. “I’m James Kirk.”
A guard kind of scowled at him as he surveyed a list he carried with him. “Your parent has come to claim you. Dock 4.”
The guard shrugged. “No clue, kid. Be on your way.”
Jim walked trepidatiously up to the counter where he’d obtained the borrowed PADD. He handed it back to the lady who took it without comment.
Pulling up his hooded sweatshirt, which had been given him by the volunteers at the space station he and the other children had been taken to when they’d been evacuated from Tarsus IV, to cover his head, Jim shuffled over to Dock 4.
He had a ball of dread in his stomach that it would be Frank, his stepfather picking him up.
As he made his way in the direction of the dock, he noticed another one of the kids from the Tarsus Preparatory School standing alone by himself. He was older than Jim by a few years and Vulcan.
All of the students who attended the school had been evacuated as far as Jim knew. The planet was experiencing a dangerous famine and the headmaster of the school decided to send the kids back to their home planets. Jim didn’t know what else had happened since because there was a news block coming from the planet itself.
All the kids had been taken to this space station where they waited until a parent or guardian could collect them. Some students had already been picked up. Jim was among the last, he guessed, and so was the Vulcan. Spock, he remembered.
The Vulcan looked up from the paper book he held in his hands. There was no sign of recognition in his dark eyes as he gazed back blankly at Jim.
“Jim Kirk. The school. We weren’t…you know…in the same year. I think you attended the school longer than I did too.”
When there was no reply, Jim shifted a little, then bit his lip.
“You still waiting for your parents? Spock, right?”
“That is correct to both questions.”
Jim noticed Spock looked a bit blurry. He grimaced, then removed his glasses to wipe them on his shirt. “Sorry, my glasses keep fogging up.”
“It is the moist hot air of this space station.”
“Yeah.” He licked his dry lips and then stuck his glasses back on. “Anyway, I should go as I guess my parent is here. Not sure what to expect.”
Spock did not reply to that, so Jim figured he was certainly not very chatty.
“Could be my mom or my stepdad,” Jim continued. “Hope it’s not him. When will your folks be here?”
“I do not have folks,” Spock said stiffly. “I am expecting my father later this afternoon. He is an ambassador.”
“Ahh.” Jim nodded. “Okay. Well, see you around then, Spock.”
“That is doubtful.”
And that made Jim laugh. Not that it was particularly funny. And he supposed to a Vulcan it wasn’t rude at all, but to Jim? Yeah, okay.
“Right,” he agreed. “Good travels home, Spock. And sorry we never got to know each other at school.”
He expected no answer to this, so he made to turn around and head to Dock 4 to go home with whomever had arrived.
“Live Long and Prosper, Jim Kirk.”
Jim looked back, smiled, and nodded, and continued on his way.
To Jim’s everlasting relief, Frank did not stand waiting. It was his mother, Winona Kirk.
“There you are! That man left an hour ago to tell you I was waiting here.” She shook her head as she opened her arms to him. Jim went to her and allowed her to wrap him in her embrace. “How are you, sweetie?”
“Okay,” he whispered. “Ready to go home.”
“I bet. We have a long shuttle ride home though. Want to eat something first?”
“No, I just want to go home.” Jim pulled back and looked at her.
She yanked down his hoodie. “I can barely see you. What? Are you in disguise? You’re so gaunt. Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Mom? Uh. Frank?”
She hooked her arm with his and drew him forward. “Kicked him to the curb.”
Jim tried not to smile too much, but damn, he felt good.
“Yeah, I think so. His idea of sending you to that school was terrible. And Sam never has come back.”
Jim sighed. “Yeah. Have you heard from him?”
She shook her head sadly. “Looks like it’s just you and me, Jim.” She stopped and turned to him. She tucked a longish strand of hair behind his ear. “Let’s get you something to eat, okay?”
“Sure, okay,” Jim agreed. And as she led him toward the food court, he spotted a rather severe looking older Vulcan headed in the direction they’d come from. Jim would bed that was Spock’s father. He looked kind of mean to Jim, but he hoped he was wrong.
Things are still pretty difficult for my family. Mom’s pretty weak so one day I had to go over and help her get up from the toilet. So…there’s my glamorous life these days. I pray each day that she passes in her sleep for all of us but especially her. This all so robs humans of their dignity late in life and it’s just…unfair. To make it to 94 only to experience this? Just…ugh.
I am sorry to bring this up in my Happy Easter message.
I got my first vaccine dose and am due for the next April 19th. The first was a breeze other than a slightly sore arm so hopefully I won’t jinx myself with the second. M’s sister who was visiting us went home and she just got her second of the Moderna. So far other than a very sore arm, she just feels super tired.
Still behind on updates. Sorry. But I did get my first chapter ready for Monday’s new Starfleet Academy Fic. It’s a bit of an AU, I mean even more than you might expect, but I think you will really like the direction it takes.
Looks like I will be going back into the office part time in the summer sometime. I think it’s going to be a hybrid kind of thing. M’s still looking for a new job.
Anyway it’s perfect weather here. Spring has arrived full bloom.
So I think what I’m going to do for April with the MWF flashes that begin next week is connect the flashes into a Starfleet Academy/Riverside Fic. So the story will post April 5, 7, 9, 12, 14, 16, 19, 21, 23. 26, 28, and 30. They may not post at any certain time of the day if I don’t get the chapters done ahead of time, but for now that’s my goal.
In the meantime, here are some recent personal pictures.
Here’s a bonus flash…look for regular flashes to reappear MWF of next week
“So, I’ve decided to resign my commission and retire to Risa,” Jim announced to his senior officers during a briefing on the recently completed mission. He’d risen to give his speech.
“Sir?” Sulu asked, frowning.
“I know it’s a big shock, but I’ve actually been thinking about it for a while.” Jim glanced at Spock, who sat nearby, blank-faced. “Probably a good time to tell you Spock and I got married two months ago too. So he’s coming with me. As to who will be captain–”
Everyone began to talk at once, so many in fact Jim couldn’t make out who was saying what.
“I knew it! You owe me fifty credits.”
“It’s about time.”
“I thought they were never going to get around to it.”
“I thought the idiots weren’t even at the point where they realized it themselves.”
Okay, that was Bones.
Jim sat back down and glanced at Spock. His first officer was looking very concerned. Jim figured he looked the same.