Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Author: ivansfanfiction

  • Long(ish) Story Short(ish)

    I’ve got my 100 word stories scheduled through next Friday. I hope to get more to finish off the month.

    However, Mom is in the hospital. On top of the dementia and the stage 4 kidney disease she already had she had become extremely anemic. To the point the doctor wanted to do a blood transfusion. I won’t go into all the details here but she went to the hospital this past Tuesday and she is still there. I am not sure when she will be released as they discovered the reason for the severe anemia was Leukemia. At 94. So yeah. She has had a good long life. None of us want to put her through the horrendous treatments she’d have to go through that she wouldn’t even understand. At this point it’s likely hospice for what time she has left and if that can be done at her home we’d all prefer it, but we just don’t know at this point. Blood doc says they could give her more blood again in a few weeks but its just going to keep going down.

    Anyway, I don’t know what’s going to happen this month if anything with regard to her passing, but if she does, I’ll likely not be updating for a short bit.

    Thank you and I just wanted to let you know here. I don’t really talk about it to anyone but that’s what is going on.

  • March 11, 2021 Flash Fic

    Jim opened his eyes slowly. It kind of hurt to do so. He stared up at the ceiling.

    Shit, the Medbay.

    He didn’t remember how…

    “Captain.”

    Jim turned his head to see Spock standing beside the bed. Wearing a gold shirt. And a yeoman handed Spock a PADD.

    “Need your review, Captain.”

    “I will look at it later,” Spock replied. “Leave it for me.”

    Jim frowned.

    Spock approached. “Jim, I am relieved.”

    “Spock…”

    Spock put his hands on Jim’s face, leaned down and kissed him thoroughly. “Adun, I am glad you are awake. Doctor? My husband is awake.”  

  • March 10, 2021 Flash Fic

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    The small boy came out of the bathroom and walked straight into the living room.

    “Did you wash your hands?” Jim asked.

    “Yes, Daddy.”

    Jim smiled slightly. “Let me see.”

    The boy held up his hands, palms out.

    “Good. Perfect. You hungry, David?”

    David nodded, eagerly.

    “What do you want to eat?”

    David scrunched up his face in thought.

    They both turned toward the door when they heard the sound of a hover car door slamming.

    “Is that…?”

    David turned away from Jim, food forgotten and rushed to the door just as it opened.

    Jim smiled. “Welcome home, Spock.”

  • March 09, 2021 Flash Fic

    Spock had not felt this emotionally compromised in years. He felt almost dizzy and a little bit woozy.

    “Spock? Are you okay?”

    Nyota had come upon him, put her arm around him as he leaned against the bulkhead.

    “I…yes.”

    “What is it?” She frowned. “Wait. I thought you were going to tell the captain how you felt tonight.”

    “Yes.”

    She put her hand to her face. “Oh no. It-it didn’t go well?  I was so sure that he felt the same. Spock—”

    Spock shook his head. “No. It went…perfectly. He reciprocates.”

  • March 08, 2021 Flash Fic

    “You’re really going to go through with this?”

    Jim Kirk glanced at his friend, Leonard McCoy.

    “What choice do I have, Bones?”

    “I don’t know. There has to be another way, Jim. Sacrificing—”

    “There isn’t.  It’s the choice I have to make. I signed up for this.”

    Bones put his hand on Jim’s arm to stop him. “So did they. When they joined Starfleet. Everyone knows what could happen. What they sign up for too.”

    “I’m still responsible.”

    “And the rest of us? We’re just supposed to stand here like dummies?”

    Jim blew out a breath. “Yes. Bye, Bones.”

  • March 05, 2021 Flash Fic

    Spock approached the apartment building, glancing up at the windows of the fourth floor. He entered through the double automatic doors and then rode the lift up.

    Perhaps it would be a waste of his time as Spock wasn’t even sure he was home.

    He turned right on the floor and stepped up to number 402. He made a fist and knocked.

    After a few seconds he heard footsteps approach. Spock straightened.

    The door opened and one blue eye peered out.

    “Cadet Kirk?”

    Kirk opened the door wider and stared out at Spock. “Yeah.”

    “I believe I have your PADD.”

  • March 04, 2021 Flash Fic

    Some of these will definitely leave you with more questions than answers!

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    “What are you doing out here?”

    Spock glanced toward the side door of his house where Jim stood, hands on hips. The hot afternoon sun would be beating down on Spock’s head if he were not wearing a sun hat. Currently Spock was on his knees with his hands far down in the dirt of the plant bed in front of him.

    “Jim! I was not expecting you until tomorrow.”

    “I arrived early. Your dad said you were out here.” Jim wiped his brow. “It’s damn hot.”

    “Go inside. I will be behind you in only a moment.”

  • March 03, 2021 Flash Fic

    His first officer lay still as a corpse on the biobed and Jim was very much afraid of the reason for that. He wanted to see if Spock was cold to the touch, but didn’t want to get close enough to do so for fear he’d find out exactly why.

    It made no sense.

    But when did Jim ever make sense?

    A hundred scenarios ran through his head as he watched Bones work on him. All the ways he could have told Spock exactly how he felt. Never had. And maybe now, never could.

    “Bones?”

    “He’s in a healing trance.”   

  • March 02, 2021 Flash Fic

    “So…what do you think?”

    He was anxious. Heart pounding. Palms sweaty.

    “About what?”

    Slowly he let out a breath, long and shaky.

    “What-what I told you.”

    And now he was regretting everything. It had been a mistake to share this. Why had he done that? No good ever came from sharing his feelings.

    “Jim.”

    He realized he was looking at the ground, dejected and ashamed.

    “Jim.”

    He lifted his gaze and stared into dark eyes that were surprisingly warm.

    Spock lifted his hand to Jim’s, touching their palms together.

    “I think…it is about time.”