I’m trying this again, a fan fiction site separate from the one I use on AO3. For now I’m not widely advertising it while I see what I do with it.
I’m posting a work in progress that takes place after Star Trek Beyond, called Where My Demons Hide.
I’ll probably post photos and stuff that inspire me. Right now I’m fixated on a picture of Zachary Quinto in the snow that I just have to use for Spock.
You may have noticed I skipped last week. I didn’t really have any ideas for a flash so I skipped it. I’ll be back this week for one to end September with.
Can hardly believe it’s almost October
“Are you sure you want to go back to the Academy for another semester?” Winona Kirk asked her son. She crossed her arms in front of her defensively.
She knew her youngest was going to do what he wanted. He always had. But the last couple of summer months with him at home with her had been so very precious.
Predictably. Jim just laughed.
“Of course I’m going back.”
She nodded. “Of course.”
He gave her a soft smile. “You know my decision to join Starfleet is no reflection on you.”
“I’m your mother.”
“Yes, you are. And I know you think given what happened to my dad, you don’t want me going out on a starship but—”
“You are.”
He nodded.
“You have absolutely nothing to prove.”
“Maybe a little something.”
“No,” she insisted. “Will you come home during the winter break?”
“I don’t know,” Jim told her. “Maybe. And if I do, I might not be alone.”
“You mean the Vulcan.”
“Spock, Mother. And yes. Spock.”
She gave him a look. “Why didn’t you bring him this time?”
“Because he went to visit his folks on Vulcan. And before you ask, he did invite me to go with him, but I told him I was spending the summer with you. Which was good, yes?”
She smiled despite her impending loneliness. “It was very good. I had a wonderful time and I hope you did too.”
“I did. We built some pretty good memories. And I’m happy. But now my hover taxi is here and I gotta go.”
She held him tight, not wanting to let him go, but eventually he gently dislodged her. He smelled like George. She didn’t know how, but he did.
She had tears in her eyes as she called after him, “Let me know when you get there!”
“I will, Mom.”
And he was gone.
She went into the house and had a very long cry. Eventually, she rose from her pity spot on the couch and went into the kitchen to make tea and to bake a cake to make herself feel better.
When the message came through, Winona smiled.
“I’m here. Love you.”
And he’d attached a selfie of himself with a Vulcan who looked very uncomfortable to be in the picture, but Jim was grinning from ear to ear, and she didn’t miss the soft affection in Spock’s eyes.
Winona smiled through her tears and responded.
“Thank you.” And with it, a heart emoji.
If I’m still doing this blog by December you might see that visit we shall see
Happy Labor Day Weekend
Waiting for steak
Last flash of August already!
“You’re off duty for now if you want to stay,” Jim informed his first officer. He put his hand on Spock’s shoulder as they both looked down on an unconscious Uhura. “Bones says she’ll be all right.”
“Yes.”
He smiled faintly and squeezed Spock’s arm and then made his way out of the medbay. He was exhausted really but instead of making his way to his cabin immediately, Jim found himself heading to Ten Forward.
Only Scotty was there, standing behind the small bar, and he greeted Jim cheerfully.
“What’ll you have, Captain?”
“Something strong.”
Scotty poured him scotch. “I hear Nyota’s going to be all right.”
Jim took a gulp of the liquor. “Yeah. But Harris wasn’t so lucky.”
“Aye, I heard. Poor lad.”
Jim sighed. “It never gets easier. I’m haunted by the faces of those we’ve lost.”
“You gotta let it go somewhat, laddie. But I do know that’s part of what makes you such a good captain.”
Jim smiled. “Maybe. Anyway.” He stood. “Thanks for the drink. I’m exhausted so I’m going to bed.’
“Night, Captain. I’ll be closing up here too.”
Jim had fallen asleep curled up on his sofa with a book when his cabin door opened and in walked Spock.
He rubbed his eyes. “Hey. I didn’t expect you.”
“I do live here.”
Jim laughed. “I know.”
Spock came to the sofa and sat down, pulling Jim into his arms. “Why did you not tell me of your aunt’s passing?”
Jim sighed against Spock. “You had other things on your mind. How’d you know?”
“I stopped by while you were out and saw the message from your mother. I am sorry, Jim. Please do not attempt to hide what concerns you from me.”
“I would have told you eventually,” Jim assured him. “She was just…she was really nice to me when I was a kid, you know. When others weren’t. She’d crochet things for me. She once crocheted a dragon.”
“She sounds remarkable and I am glad she was there for you when others weren’t.”
“How’s Uhura? I thought you’d stay.”
“There is no need. She woke briefly but she is sleeping now. My place is here.” He placed his hand on Jim’s face. “You need sleep also, ashaya.”
“I do, yeah.” He yawned.
“The mission still troubles you.”
“Can’t help it. We almost lost two crew members. We did lose one. As Scotty has pointed out, we’re supposed to be explorers.”
“We are but sometimes circumstances during exploration turn violent even though we would rather they do not. We must be prepared for all eventualities.”
“I know. I don’t have to like it though.”
“No,” Spock agreed. “Come and rest.” He tugged Jim off the sofa and over to the bed.
“Will you sleep with me when you’re done meditating? Just to sleep, of course.” He yawned again. “Though I’m never opposed to the other.”
He felt Spock’s amusement through their bond.
“Ine the morning before duty.”
Jim smiled and kissed him. “You’re on.”
So here’s where we’re at.
I believe my renewal for this site is early November so before then I’ll need to decide whether to renew for another year or throw in the towel.
I should have something up for this Friday though right now I have no ideas.
Here is a recent picture of Wasabi (eyes closed) and Violet (tuxedo), Wasabi has been with us 9 weeks now and Violet very close to three months. Time flies.
We’re in the middle of a massive heatwave.
As for AO3, most of you have found out I have a new fic up, Hello. It’s actually inspired by the Lionel Richie song though it probably doesn’t seem like it, lol, Check it out if you haven’t.
Started my Lawdyhawke inspire tale too.
I need to get back to Brief Moment so I can get Jim well and happy.
And I need to decide whether I am continuing or discontinuing Waiting for the Night to Fall (Jim has a teenaged Orion daughter with Gaila and was estranged from Spock), Not a lot clamoring there for more though I honestly like the story myself.
Anyway, that’s a bit it for now. Hope you are doing well and surviving whatever heatwaves you might be dealing with yourselves
Before anyone asks, this is the only part of this and there is no continuation. Love and Kisses, LOL
The door to Spock’s apartment was opened by Nyota Uhura and Leonard wasn’t thrilled to see her, honestly. But he was here for a reason, so it was the way it was.
“Oh.” Uhura made a bit of a face but then composed herself. “Hello.”
“Listen, I have a message for Spock.”
She shook her head. “Spock doesn’t want to hear from Kirk right now.”
His jaw tightened. “If he doesn’t want to come to the door that’s fine with me. I don’t actually want to see him myself. But can you give him the message?”
She folded her arms in front of her chest. “Fine. What is it?”
Leonard sagged, losing his defiance and anger in seconds.
“Jim was attached last night and beaten pretty badly. He’s-he’s in the hospital.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh no. Oh, Leonard, I’m sorry. Is he-is he going to be okay?”
“I don’t know. He’s not doing well. His injuries are extensive and he’s in a coma. I just thought…Spock might want to know.”
“I’ll-I’ll tell him at once.”
He nodded. “I’m going there now. Goodbye.”
****
Jim woke feeling as though he was dying. He felt like he’d been runover or maybe stepped on by a giant.
He turned his head and spotted a Vulcan in a chair.
“You are awake.’ Spock rose and came to his bedside.
Jim closed his eyes. “Why are you here?”
“You…you were injured and I…would you like me to leave?”
He opened his eyes and stared at Spock.
“No. Stay.”
****
The next time he woke he felt marginally better though he could not remember losing consciousness again. After a few moments of regaining full consciousness, he realized Spock was still there in the chair beside his bed.
“Hey. You’re still here.”
Spock once more stood and moved to his bed. “Yes.”
“How long was I out?”
“You were in a coma for four days after the initial assault. You have been out again for about four hours since your waking. The medical staff have been here several times and will have been alerted to your waking. I expect their presence any moment.”
“I see. Okay.”
“How do you feel?”
“Really bad. What happened?”
“You almost died. The assailants have been apprehended and are facing charges of attempted murder.” Spock paused. “Do you recall the circumstances of your attack?”
“No. I…no.” He shook his head and then regretted it. “I can’t remember any of it.”
“Not unusual for the kind of injuries you had,” Bones spoke from the doorway and came fully into the room. He glanced at Spock. “You can step out of the room now.”
Spock seemed fairly reluctant but after a stern look from Bones, he acquiesced and left Jim alone with Bones.
“How did Spock end up being here?”
“I went and told him about what happened.” Bones frowned. “I’m sorry if I overstepped, but I know despite whatever happened between you two that he still really matters to you and I think he feels the same about you. I can send him away if you want.”
“No. What…what’s the diagnosis?”
“You almost lost your spleen but that’s stable now. You had a broken jaw and arm and a fractured ankle. We fixed all those. You’ll probably have some residual soreness, especially in your jaw. We fixed your cuts and scrapes but can’t do anything about the contusions.”
“Wow. Whoever they were they really wanted me dead.”
“Yeah. Too close. Do you want to go back to sleep or do you want to sit up for a while? I can offer you iced water and chicken broth to start off.”
“Sit up,” Jim said. He was drained, tired and depressed honestly, but he was also hungry.
Bones pressed the mechanism on the bed until Jim sat upright and then he poured him a glass of cold water. “I’ll go and get that broth. Want me to let Spock back in?”
Part of Jim wondered if Spock would have used it as an excuse to leave the hospital and he dreaded the disappointment he would feel if that was the case.
“Yeah.”
When Spock didn’t come back into the room right away Jim decided Spock must have really left. Bones would return with the broth and tell him.
But then about ten minutes later, the door opened and Spock stepped back in.
“Hey. I…thought you might have left.”
“Negative. I was negotiating with Leonard about getting a bed brought in here so I could watch over you during the night.”
Jim blinked. “Yeah?”
“If you will allow it. I do not wish to leave but will if that is your choice.”
Jim lowered his gaze. “That’s not my choice.”
Bones came in with a bowl and a spoon. “I think you can handle a few noodles too.”
He placed it on a tray in front of Jim and before Jim could reach for the spoon, Spock picked up and got a spoonful ready for Jim.
He held it to Jim’s lips and Jim took the bite of noodles and broth.
Bones snorted but they both ignored him, eyes only for each other.
“Okay, I’ll check on you in a bit,” Bones announced as Spock fed Jim another spoonful. “They’ll be bringing in the bed shortly.”
“Thank you, Leonard,” Spock said.
And Bones left.
