The first indication that something unusual was wrong was a very loud and sudden sneeze.
Jim turned so fast in his captain’s chair to gape at his first officer, he had to hold on not to fall out.
Sulu and Chekov had also turned around to stare.
Uhura, predictably, was up off her feet and rushing over to him. “Spock? Are you okay?”
He gave every one of them a look of consternation. “I sneezed.”
Jim nodded.
“You never sneeze,” Uhura said. Also predictably, she added, “I shared a bed with you for years and I never once recall you sneezing.”
Jim tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair and counted to ten. Spock, likewise predictable, glanced his way surreptitiously.
Spock glanced back at Uhura. “It is nothing, Nyota.”
Which made Jim turn his chair back around. Jealousy was ridiculous. Jim knew that. Spock wasn’t with Uhura anymore, he was with Jim. Sorta. Recently. Yeah. But, right.
There were no more bridge sneezes, but after their shift when they were standing near the replicators to get food, Spock sneezed again.
This time Bones was with them and he narrowed his eyes.
“I heard about that.”
Spock, wiggling his nose, peered at Bones. “Heard about what?”
“You sneezing.”
“I had one sneeze.”
“And this is the second,” Jim pointed out.
“You’re sick.” Bones poked a finger at Spock’s chest.
“I am not. Please do not touch me.”
Jim rolled his eyes at Spock. “If I hear even one more sneeze out of you, mister, you’re reporting to the medbay.”
“Captain, that is hardly…”
Jim gave him a quelling look and Spock closed his mouth.
Dinner passed without further incidents, but later, in Jim’s quarters, while he was bent over trying to set up the chess set he heard a peculiar noise out of his Vulcan. Well, not his. Not yet. Or sorta. Maybe.
Jim straightened and turned to stare at Spock with his captain look again. “That wasn’t you trying to suppress a sneeze, was it?”
“Would I do that?”
Not exactly a denial, which meant Spock was trying to say no, but without actually lying about it.
“Maybe we should postpone this.”
“Captain, I feel fine.”
“Still. You should rest. It’s already late. You need sleep, Spock. We can play another day.” And he meant that about more than the stupid chess game. He didn’t even like chess. But Spock did and Jim was pretty okay at it even though he didn’t care for it.
Spock hesitated. “I…very well.”
“What?”
“I did not really wish to retire to my quarters just yet.”
“Oh. Well. Um. You want to-to sleep here? In-in my bed?”
Great work at sounding like a love struck teenaged boy, Jim.
“If agreeable.”
Jim grinned. “It’s totally agreeable. And I’ll, um, try not to attack you. For now.”
Spock nodded. “I appreciate that. My sleeping robe…”
“You can borrow some jammies.”
“And I like to have tea.”
“I’ll make you some.”
Spock’s nose twitched. He sneezed.
Jim walked up to him, put his hand on Spock’s forehead. He sighed. “You have a fever, honey.”
“Honey?” Spock blinked.
“Yeah. Honey. You got an issue with that?”
“I do not.”
“I’d better call Bones.”
“I do not wish to go to the medbay.”
“He’ll make a house call. And then after, you can go to sleep in here. It’s not like no one knows.”
Spock nodded. “Very well. I do not usually catch colds.”
“But you are half human.”
His Vulcan sighed. Totally his Vulcan. “Yes. And it rears itself up at the most inopportune times.”
“Of course.” I patted his cheek affectionately and commed Bones. “Hey, can you come check out Spock? He’s sick.”
“Be right there.”
Jim smiled. “Now for those jammies and tea. You deserve some pampering, honey.”
“Well.” Spock looked rather pleased. “If you insist.”
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12 responses to “Cold…Flash Fic January 10, 2020”
Oh man. So cute! But also I’m all melty Bc you know I love the care. It’s my very favorite thing. Perfect!
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Glad you liked it. I was actually going about my business yesterday and went…oh hell, I haven’t done the flash yet! Someone then sneezed at work and I thought…hell, I know it’s simple but I’m out of time, so, thus…it was born 😀
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Poor Spock. A sneezing Vulcan is cause for a little alarm. But he has his Jim to take care of him 🙂
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He sure does 🙂
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Sheesh.
You know, nature does things in 3’s. Or odd numbers. Petals on a flower, etc.
When I sneeze, it’s ALWAYS in 3’s. So I’d have had all 3 of those at one time.
This is so very very cute. Adorable, line after line, and I love it.
That Spock sneezes are so rare – I mean, yeah I get that rare things have more value. They’re more serious.
You had one line I absolutely hated. HATED.
I’m sure you know exactly the one. It fit. It’s realistic. Doesn’t make me hate it any less.
I mean, get over it, J. People divorce, break up, move on. All the time. Doesn’t erase the pass. Just puts it behind them.
Doesn’t make me hate it any less.
I love the title and graphic too. Perfect, head to toe.
Literarily speaking.
(A word I absolutely know, yet I know I’ve never used/written before. Isn’t that weird?)
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*past
And thank God. I was dying for a flash.
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I know you meant “past” in your excitement you wrote it wrong lol
I know, you are all flash starved now
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Yep. The same line that Jim hated. Absolutely. And yes, people break up and have past relationships. But Jim sure didn’t need to be reminded of that! Nor did we! But I reminded us both anyway 😀
I usually sneeze at least 3 times too.
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OH! hahaha That J I was scolding was ME, not Jim! I’m the one having trouble getting over it – more than him, sometimes I think!
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Oh I knew you meant YOU but I was saying you had trouble with the same line as him. That’s why he was tapping on his chair and counting to ten and reminding himself not to be jealous. But yes I know. I can’t get over it myself!
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When I saw this and the horrid news about the next movie post, I’m glad I read that other post first. This has restarted my flat-lining heart! 💙 😘
I love to read stories where Spock and Jim take care of one another. This is very cute. Poor sick Spockie. He needs a hug and a warm Jim to make him all better!
Uhura’s line had me ready to smack her. Jim showed considerable restraint, almost Vulcan restraint, holding back a response or reaction to her. This made me smirk: “Spock, likewise predictable, glanced his way surreptitiously.” A glance that speaks volumes.
I’m happy you wrote this story. The chess game and thoughts going through Jim’s mind and their conversation made me smile! 🙂 💚❤️🖖
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We will all happily smack her for that line!
Thank you 🙂
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