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.
Still using the manip J did for me!
I had this done and am still not ready with WTE chapter so I figured, why not?
This is the OMS from my own story The Closer I Get to You. I thought it would be fun to revisit them here as Jim cares for an under the weather Spock.
Jim was feeling his age, all his aches and pains, and he wasn’t too happy about it. No one lived forever he knew and guessed he had fewer years ahead than those he left behind.
But at the moment, he couldn’t focus on the pain in his creaking knee. Spock, normally in much better shape than him, had a terrible cold.
They’d both been surprised he’d managed to get one. But had one Spock had.
So Jim was currently stirring Plomeek soup in a big pan on the stove of their Yellowstone cabin. Spock was grumpy. It was winter and he hadn’t wanted to come to the cabin in the winter and Jim had insisted.
Now with his cold, he was grumpier still while maintaining he was not at all in a bad mood.
Jim guessed Spock might be in a worse mood had he known that Jim received a very strong email from the Fleet asking him to do a publicity run for the newest crew of the Enterprise. The Enterprise-B.
“You’ll be retired. It won’t be you in command anymore. But they’re going to ask you to be there, to make it some sort of stunt, to look good for Starfleet, to hand it off to the younger guys, and…don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Accept.”
And yes, Jim remembered every word his counterpart from…well Jim didn’t know where he was from exactly, but those words still rang in his head.
The soup heated, Jim ladled out a generous portion with some home-baked Kreyla (not by him of course) and brought it on a tray to Spock who rested in bed in their room.
The Vulcan’s hair was adorably rumpled even as he almost glared at Jim.
“I brought you soup and bread.”
“It’s cold.”
Jim smiled and set the tray on the bed in front of Spock. “I turned up the heat, you should feel it soon.”
Spock picked up the spoon and placed it in his soup. He took a tentative sip. “It’s not terrible.”
Jim chuckled. “I made it from your own recipe. I did have to synthesize the Plomeeks, though. They don’t grow in Yellowstone.”
“Too cold to grow anything,” Spock groused.
That wasn’t quite true, but Jim understood the sentiment.
If it was up to him, now that they were retired they’d live at the cabin full-time. Spock emphatically disagreed.
Jim sat in a chair by the bed and once more looked at the message from Starfleet.
“You should say no. For him.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I know you don’t, and I’d say more but I’m sure my Spock wants to kick my ass as it is. Just…please. Don’t. It’ll mean so much to me, to him. Don’t.”
“What is that you are doing, Jim?” Spock asked with a sniff.
Jim smiled. “Nothing really. Just about to reply to an email.”
“From?”
“An admiral of Starfleet.”
“You are retired,” Spock unnecessarily reminded him.
I respectfully decline. At the moment, I am taking care of my husband and bondmate. Ask Commander Scott.
Jim hit send. Looked back up at Spock.
“You have a birthday coming up. What shall we do for it?”
“It is—”
“Illogical, yes I know. But let’s do something anyway.”
Spock arched a brow. “Such as?”
He laughed. “I don’t know. But I’ll think of something.” He rose from the chair and leaned in to kiss Spock’s forehead. His husband harrumphed, but Jim saw the warm mirth in his dark eyes before he could hide it.
Just a few teensy updates
I am working on the next chapter of Welcome to the Enterprise so I hope to have it done early to mid-week for posting.
I’ll have another h/c up wednesday. I think it might be TOS OMS but we shall see. Bombay updates Friday.
After this week, I’ll have two h/c flashes up for the last week of March.
Not sure what’s in store for April yet.
As promised here is the birthday hurt/comfort for Kris. This will count as Monday’s hurt/comfort because I don’t wanna write another one yet LOL. For those of you no doubt clamoring, yes, I will uplpoad to AO3 at some point (wow that was presumptuous of me thinking you would clamor)
And Happy Birthday
Jim moved slowly around his quarters, but at least they were his quarters instead of the medbay. He’d spent too many days there after another very close brush with death.
It had been a near thing. Jim knew that from Bones’ very grim face when treating him and afterward when allowing him to finally leave.
He’d heard all about how between the super blood and Spock’s intervention of the meld, Jim had finally pulled through.
Jim was relieved. He wasn’t ready to die. He’d only recently started his relationship with Spock, a loving, special, important one. To put it mildly.
Everyone was treating Jim very carefully and with a little bit of awe. He knew why. He’d saved the day for all of them and got almost killed in the process, but to Jim it was a group effort. Always.
Even Uhura had given him a long, tight hug in the medbay.
But…seemingly absent was Spock.
Oh he knew Spock had saved him. Pulled him from the brink with an exhausting meld that had likely taken a mental and physical toll on the Vulcan. But that had been forty-eight hours ago and he hadn’t seen Spock since.
Jim was growing concerned.
Dressed casually in pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, he stood by the replicator trying to decide whether he should go for something healthy or something like comfort food when there was a buzz at his door.
“Come.”
He was ‘off-duty’ for a few more days but Jim knew a captain was truly never off duty.
And speaking of…
Spock stepped inside his quarters. He frowned in concern when he spotted Jim by the replicators.
“I was given to understand you would be resting in bed.”
“I know. I told Bones that. But I’m hungry.”
“Get into bed,” Spock said, making it sound like a cross between an order and a plea. “I will bring the food to you.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“Actually it is. What do you desire?”
The truth as to why you abandoned me for the last two days, Jim thought, but he kept that thought to himself and turned to go to his bed. After he got situated, with the sheets and blankets wrapped around him, and pillows propped at the headboard, he said, “Macaroni and cheese.”
Yes, he went for the comfort food. He could eat a damn salad when he was cleared to be on the bridge. He’d almost died, so yes, he wanted to have a treat.
Spock brought him a big bowl of it, looked like a double portion, and made with white cheese like Jim preferred. And maybe it was because he still was injured but the thought that Spock had done that for him made his eyes prick with tears.
“Thanks,” he managed to get out with his voice only wavering a little.
Spock fussed with his pillows and blankets for a moment before finally bringing a chair over to sit and observe Jim.
“What’s on your mind, Spock?” Jim asked, when neither one of them could stand it any longer.
Spock was quiet for a while, uncharacteristically staring at his hands instead of looking at Jim.
Jim began to get nervous. Had Spock decided he didn’t love Jim after all? Should he ask?
“You…you did not tell me you had a…intimate relationship with…Ambassador Spock,” his Vulcan said haltingly.
Jim pursed his lips and set the half-eaten bowl of macaroni and cheese aside for the moment. He hadn’t exactly lost his appetite, but this needed his full attention.
“You found that out through the meld?”
Spock nodded. “It was not my intention to pry.”
“No, I know. I never would think that, Spock.” He sighed. “I really love you. Are we going to be okay?”
Spock looked a little startled at Jim’s words but after a moment, he said, “What happened in the past has no direct bearing on our future.”
Jim clenched the blankets and twisted them in his fists. “Is that a yes?”
“There is nothing you can say or do or explain or think that will make my love for you not exist, Jim. I am completely committed to you for the rest of whatever time is left for us.”
Jim exhaled slowly. “It wasn’t…I didn’t actively hide it from you, but it also didn’t seem necessary for you to know. After I…after Khan, he came to see me in the hospital during my recovery. Once you had determined I was going to be okay, well, you went back to your own live and your own relationship with Uhura.”
“Jim, I—”
“We’ve both made peace with that, Spock. I know you love me and have for some time. I get…insecure sometimes, but, yeah I do know. We’re what we are now because we want to be together and that’s the best thing ever. But then, you were with Nyota, and I just…I needed something you couldn’t give me then. He could. And more importantly, he wanted to give it to me. It was as much for him as it was for me. He missed his Jim and I wanted my Spock and we became for each other this incredible thing and incredible time and it was just…it was great.”
Spock seemed to take this in. “I am glad you were able to have some comfort there but am still surprised that you didn’t tell me. More recently when we became intimate ourselves.”
“I guess part of me wanted to keep it as a secret for myself.” Jim shook his head. “It was a great time for us. For him. For me. And logically it ended when it had to.”
“I grieve with you for your loss when he passed. Even then you did not let on.”
Jim nodded. “I knew he was dying before he did. He’d sent me word, given what had been between us at one time, I said my goodbye to him in happier times. We both felt that was better, but I did know he was weakening. I loved him. And I don’t regret our time together. But the future, my future, is with you.”
“As is mine with you. I understand, I believe. And I cannot really find fault with his desire to spend what time he had left with you. I am glad you found happiness together.” Spock paused. His gaze was intense as he looked at Jim. “But I am even more glad that you now find your happiness with me.”
Jim smiled, feeling love and warmth bubble up inside him. He held out a hand toward Spock. “Come here.”
“Your injuries—”
“Just come and lie with me, holding me. You can’t hurt me. You won’t.”
A moment later, Spock joined him on the bed, and under the covers, holding Jim close. He put his fingers lightly on Jim’s face, more a caress, than a meld, but he felt Spock’s overwhelming love for him, and it went a long way toward Jim knowing they would be all right.
Spock now sat in his living room, cat on his lap, trying to wrap his logical mind as to why Commander James T. Kirk would be the cat that Spock had rescued and was now fostering.
A line from an old Earth’s scribe came to mind.
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
From all accounts and Starfleet records, James Kirk was an ordinary Human. A brilliant, high-achieving one, notwithstanding. However, if the cat now staring at him with striking blue eyes was indeed Kirk than accounts were not accurate.
Now there was a chance that something on the planet the shuttlecraft had crashed on had somehow turned Kirk into the creature now in Spock’s apartment, but Spock didn’t think so.
He recalled after speaking with George Samuel Kirk that he read that the hole in the door of the shuttle had been too small for a Human to escape through, which was one of the reasons the authorities had decided that Kirk perished along with the others in the crash, even after not finding evidential remains. And that had been a logical conclusion if they did not have all the information needed to determine that.
But George Samuel Kirk had declared to Spock without hesitation that the hole in the door had been big enough for Jim. And if Kirk was in the form of this feline on his lap, that would make him fit through that hole.
Yet Kirk, if this was indeed somehow him, had not changed back to Human form.
“What are your secrets?” Spock asked Bombay.
Bombay made the tiniest of meow sounds, more like a kitten than a full-grown cat and then put his paw on Spock’s face.
Spock blinked at the cat. “You want me to meld with you?”
****
Spock had never taken the step to meld with an animal before. There’d been no reason, And yet if his theory was correct and this was somehow James Kirk, the cat was no ordinary animal.
Bombay’s paw had slipped off of Spock’s cheek but the feline remained staring fixedly at Spock.
Spock guessed given the appearance of the strange fedora man, someone wanted to find this cat whether or not he was Jim and the fact the man called the cat Kirk seemed to lend credence to his theory.
And that meant time was likely of the essence.
With a nod, Spock raised his hand toward Bombay’s had, being careful not to spook him in case he didn’t get what Spock was about to do. Bombay did not move as Spock gently probed his mind.
The Kirks were shapeshifters, animal shifters, cats to be exact. George Kirk’s father, Tiberius, had long ago made the decision to keep the family secret to avoid the possibility of captivity and experimentation they’d likely be subjected to. It came to the Kirks through a spousal connection. Some Kirk offspring had more abilities than others, George Samuel and James T. being among them.
Since his service with Starfleet, Jim had hidden this side of himself from everyone, even those he had trusted like his friend and colleague, Helen Moore. It hadn’t been easy since she was a physician and had noticed certain peculiarities about him. But Jim was certain she had never suspected the truth.
That was until the crash happened.
Jim had been forced to change in order to escape the wreckage of the shuttlecraft but upon exiting through the hole, he had been unable to change back to his human form as someone was waiting for him and had trapped him in an animal carrier.
Shortly after he was abducted, Jim learned that he had been set up by the now deceased Helen Moore who had somehow discovered what he was and had intended on turning him over to those waiting on the planet. But the shuttle had crash and she and several of her conspirators had perished there.
The original plan had been to claim to Jim’s captain that he had been killed in an accident on the planet, but everything had changed because of the crash.
His captors had managed to escape the Federation authorities and had take Jim in his feline form with them.
Over the course of the last years since Jim “disappeared” they had been experimenting on him and doing tests, basically torturing him, according to Jim.
More recently they had injected him with something that caused him to remain in cat form and that was when he escaped. Spock found him.
Spock lowered his hand from Bombay’s…Jim’s face.
“And now they have found you again.”
I was surprised to be greeted by Sarek when I arrived at the medical facility on New Vulcan. I had been surprised to be contacted at all by Spock or any of the Vulcans, really.
Spock and I had parted…not acrimoniously or anything, but at the end of our mission, we’d said our farewells, and for my part, though I regretted it, I had accepted this was the end of our great friendship, if that had ever been what it was.
Yet now I had been contacted two years later when Spock had been injured in a research ship crash on a less explored part of New Vulcan. I didn’t mind at all going to check on Spock’s recovery, and I had been told he would recover, yet still Sarek waiting for me as I arrived was unexpected.
“I hoped you would come,” Sarek said. He looked so much older than when I’d seen him last. Like something had aged him in ways that were not usual. The pain of living, perhaps?
“Of course,” I replied. “Spock’s my friend.”
He gave me an odd look. “Yes, of course. But more yes?”
I stared at him blankly for a moment trying to fathom what he meant. What he imagined perhaps. Though once I had thought…but no.
“You do not know, do you?” Sarek asked quietly.
“Know what?”
Sarek didn’t speak at first, but then he said rather stoically, “You are his mate.”
“What?”
“His T’hy’la. A special bond that is rare among my people. That you are unaware…I cannot speak of such things, but, please, go and see my son.”
With a frown, I watched Sarek walk away. I turned and went into see Spock in the hospital bed. He was sitting up, looking pale and sickly, still weak and injured. There was a smudge of green blood by his left eyebrow and I felt a moment of outrage that no one had cleaned it from his face.
I stopped at the nearby sink, wet a cloth with warm water and went to do it myself. He silently watched me, gaze intent.
After I removed the dried blood, I returned his gaze.
“I saw your dad.”
“Yes.” He nodded. “I thank you for coming.”
“Did you ask for me?”
He looked away then, and nodded.
“Spock, why does your dad think I’m your mate?”
“Because…you are. We are T’hy’la.”
I slowly blew out a breath. “Why’d you wait so long to tell me?”
I had surprised him. He stared at me, eyes wide.
“Yeah, I knew. I mean, I thought. The ambassador…well he may have told me some things.”
“I did not think you would ever want me.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“A skinny, pale Vulcan? You are the radiant sun.”
I smiled and took his hand. I brought it to my face. “Let me show you.”
Short and sweet!
Jim woke feeling better than when he’d fallen unconscious. He was sure of it.
He kind of sort of remembered a phaser blast that seemed way more than on stun but clearly hadn’t killed him. He thought at one point maybe he’d wanted to be.
But now he felt comfortable. Downright cozy. Very warm. And even loved.
And his head was resting against a very solid chest. For a moment he frowned, but then a hand softly massages the crown of his head and he closed his eyes, smiling.
“Rest easy, Ashayam. I will watch over you.”
Spock now sat in his living room, cat on his lap, trying to wrap his logical mind as to why Commander James T. Kirk would be the cat that Spock had rescued and was now fostering.
A line from an old Earth’s scribe came to mind.
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
From all accounts and Starfleet records, James Kirk was an ordinary Human. A brilliant, high-achieving one, notwithstanding. However, if the cat now staring at him with striking blue eyes was indeed Kirk than accounts were not accurate.
Now there was a chance that something on the planet the shuttlecraft had crashed on had somehow turned Kirk into the creature now in Spock’s apartment, but Spock didn’t think so.
He recalled after speaking with George Samuel Kirk that he read that the hole in the door of the shuttle had been too small for a Human to escape through, which was one of the reasons the authorities had decided that Kirk perished along with the others in the crash, even after not finding evidential remains. And that had been a logical conclusion if they did not have all the information needed to determine that.
But George Samuel Kirk had declared to Spock without hesitation that the hole in the door had been big enough for Jim. And if Kirk was in the form of this feline on his lap, that would make him fit through that hole.
Yet Kirk, if this was indeed somehow him, had not changed back to Human form.
“What are your secrets?” Spock asked Bombay.
Bombay made the tiniest of meow sounds, more like a kitten than a full-grown cat and then put his paw on Spock’s face.
Spock blinked at the cat. “You want me to meld with you?”
“My ankle is killing me. I need to rest.” Jim panted and slunk down on the nearest rock. It felt like maybe his ankle had shattered. It was excruciating.
Spock, though, was giving him that sort of almost frown. “Captain, we should keep on moving.”
“I know that, Spock. I need a moment.”
They had been running for a couple of hours on this stupid planet. The inhabitants had not been friendly but they hadn’t been aware of them for a while. Jim was pretty sure they had lost them. But they’d also got lost themselves.
They had to meet up with the rest of the party at the beam up point. Spock had been trying to keep them both moving.
Five minutes passed.
“Captain.”
Jim gritted his teeth and stood. “Okay.”
He made it another mile but then he fell onto his knees, crying out in pain.
“Jim!”
Jim groaned. “I can’t do it, Spock. You’re going to have to keep going.”
Spock had crouched down beside Jim. “And leave you?”
“Yeah. I can’t walk like this. I can’t move. I can’t even put weight on it anymore.” Jim shook his head. “You’re going to have to go to the beam up point.”
“There is absolutely no way that I am going to abandon you here.”
“You have to, Spock. It’s ridiculous for both of us to be stuck here. You go on and they’ll have to send a medical team for me.” Jim only hoped their unfriendly hosts didn’t find him there.
Spock shook his head. “There is no scenario that includes me leaving you behind.”
“Spock, your duty—”
“Is to you,” Spock responded. “The Enterprise will survive without us. I will not survive without you.”
Jim blinked at Spock, his jaw dropping open.
Spock’s nostrils flared.
“Is there something maybe you’d like to declare, Spock?” Jim asked, trying to keep his tone neutral.
“This is hardly the place or time.”
“True. So then—”
“I will be carrying you.”
“Carrying me? Spock, you can’t—”
“I can.”
“That’s pretty humiliating,” Jim groused.
Spock gave him a look, Jim stopped arguing, and allowed his first officer to swoop him up into his arms. Their gazes met.
Jim smiled. “Same, by the way.”
Spock shook his head. “You are impossible.”
“Yep. All right, Mister Spock. Get us out of here.”
Neighbor’s Rose (looks almost fake right?) GORGEOUS
I have a flash up tomorrow, will have Bombay up Friday, and there’s a flash scheduled for Monday. I also have written the next chapter of Cosmic Love which should go up soon. See, I don’t leave you high and dry!
I’ll be gone all weekend though from Friday-Sunday, so I won’t be able to comment on comments here placed Friday as I won’t have access to WordPress from my phone, so will respond when I get home.
In the meantime, enjoy the weekend (oh and tomorrow’s flash of course which I will be here for)
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 