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Flash Fic, December 03, 2024 (Christmas Flash)

Simply a Christmas flash, OMS.

Jim got up far slower than he once did after his husband’s Pon Farr was over, but that should be expected he supposed. He was in his mid-fifties now. Still he’d been a part of several Pon Farrs and he knew what to do.

Spock was out so deep it was like he was unconscious, but he knew all about that too. He didn’t worry he’d wake Spock getting out of bed.

He made his way to the bathroom and injected himself with the usual after meds he’d been getting for years now. They worked and he usually managed to feel fairly energetic after an hour or two after rising. He wasn’t ready for any intimacies yet, but then Spock wouldn’t be either.

He got in a nice hot shower, letting it not only cleanse his body of the excess sexual fluids, but also loosen up his bruised and swollen muscles.

By the time he got downstairs to the farmhouse’s kitchen, he was feeling much better. He made himself coffee, started getting things ready for breakfast, and set the computer to play holiday tunes.

He picked up his PADD.

Merry Christmas Eve, Bones.

A few minutes later as he stuck a vegan frittata in the oven, he picked his PADD up again.

Over then?

Yes. Last night.

Merry Christmas yourself. How’s the goblin?

Jim smiled.

Still out like a light. I’m making breakfast.

This one seemed shorter than last time.

Well. We were seven years younger. Spock says his dad doesn’t even have them anymore.

More information than I needed to know.

Jim laughed out loud.

I’ll let you get back to your family. GRANDPA.

Shut up. Merry Christmas, Egghead.

Jim turned around to make himself some bacon to go with the frittata. And by the time he had everything ready he felt a stirring in his mind.

He was not surprised when Spock suddenly appeared. He looked a bit frazzled, wearing pajamas and a bathrobe.

“Jim?”

“Hey baby. How do you feel?”

“Exhausted. How do you feel?’

“Same. But breakfast is ready. Christmas lights on the tree are lit. We don’t have to go anywhere. Seems like a perfect morning.”

Spock drew him into his arms. “Thank you for always taking care of me.”

“Right back at you. Come on. Let’s eat.”

December 3, 2024

Flash Fic, December 01, 2024

And here we are with the chess boys again. Enjoy

“Thanks again for inviting me to your mom’s, Jim,” Bones said as they settled down into the shuttle to make their way back to San Francisco. “It was real nice. Delicious too.”

Jim yawned and leaned against Spock. He probably shouldn’t but Spock didn’t seem to mind and in fact made room for him.

“You’re welcome, Bones. She loved having all of us there for Thanksgiving. She hasn’t been able to do a meal like that for years, so it made her happy.”

Bones nodded. “It was a pleasure. I’ll be going home over the holiday break to see my kid. What are you two lovebirds planning?”

Jim angled his head to glance at Spock. “What are we planning, fellow lovebird?”

Spock appeared a little amused. “I have no particular plans at present. Vulcans do not really celebrate holidays as we don’t believe in a higher deity. However, Mother was raised Jewish. She didn’t celebrate anything either. I am happy to do whatever you wish with regard to them. I only ask that, if possible, we spend a few days on Vulcan. My parents will have returned there by then and I would like to do so if we can.”

Jim smiled. “Of course we can. Let’s plan on it.”

Bones snorted but then asked, “When is the official move-in date?”

Spock shrugged slightly. “I defer to Jim.”

“No time like the present? I was thinking this week makes the most sense. That okay, Bones?”

“I don’t have much to say about it, do I? My only decision is whether to keep the double dorm or change to a single, so I don’t have to share with anyone. You let them know you were vacating?”

“Yeah before we left.”

“I don’t know if anyone can replace you, Jim. So I’m thinking of requesting a single.”

“Awe, Bones. You care.”

“I don’t want anyone who’s even more of a pain in the ass than you.”

Jim straightened and glanced at Spock when he heard a low rumble that might have been a laugh. He narrowed his eyes, then laughed himself.

“Whatever man, whatever.”

December 1, 2024

K/S Advent Calendar on AO3

Tomorrow starts the K/S Advent Calendar on AO3. I have two entries but have no clue when either will appear. As soon as I know, I will post on here.

November 30, 2024

Happy Thanksgiving

Though times can be hard, there’s always something to feel gratitude for.

So to my American friends, I wish you a peaceful Thanksgiving

November 28, 2024

Flash Fic, November 27, 2024

Jim woke up early, like he always did, and made his way downstairs. He was not at all surprised to find his mother was up and already getting ready to begin the food for Thanksgiving.

She turned to him with a smile and a mug of coffee, which he took gratefully.

“You heard me getting up?” he asked, taking a grateful sip.

“Yes, plus I know you. You never sleep long. When you were little, I can count on one hand the times you slept in and it was usually when you were sick.”

“Mm. Thanks for doing all this, Mom. I know it’s a lot of work.” He glanced at the kitchen window. “There’s that snow you were talking about.”

“Just a few flakes right now. Who wants snow before Christmas anyway?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Would you peel potatoes?”

“Of course.” Jim reached for an apron and then a peeler and got to work.

“So.” His mom paused to flash him a smile. “Is it serious between you two?”

“Yeah, I think so. Bones keeps asking me that and for a while I said I wasn’t really ready to think along those lines, you know to label it or whatever.”

“And now?”

Jim grinned. “Now I can admit I’m in love.”

She laughed. “Have you told him?”

“Nah, not yet. But I will. I’m pretty sure he feels the same way. He’s asked me to live with him. Vulcans don’t do casual.” He frowned. “Or I don’t think they do. I don’t really know.”

“The way he looks at you? It’s not casual, Jimmy.”

He nodded. “I hear movement upstairs so I think Spock and Bones are about to join us.”

“Great, because I have warm buns in the oven for breakfast.”

“Wow, you really did get up early.”

“I wanted everything to be perfect,” she admitted.

“It will be, Mom. Just because we’re here together.”

She hugged him. “Happy Thanksgiving, honey.”

“Happy Thanksgiving, Mom.”

November 27, 2024

I’ve Seen It

Okay, I finally saw the Unification short film. They did an incredible job on it really. I was quite stunned and moved by it. Thanks everyone for making me aware of it. Just Wow.

November 26, 2024

Flash Fic, November 26, 2024

Jim’s mother picked them up from the shuttlebay when they arrived the Wednesday afternoon before Thanksgiving. Leonard McCoy had accompanied them.

She hugged Jim for a long time, then turned to McCoy.

“Leonard, it’s good to see you again. I’m so glad you decided to come along.”

“Thank you for having me.”

She turned to Spock. “And you’re Spock. I wish I could say I’ve heard a lot about you, but Jim’s tightlipped.”

Jim laughed. “Mom.”

“Nevertheless, I’m happy you’re here. I know you’re a vegetarian so have no fear, I have dishes that are Vulcan friendly.”

“That is kind of you, madam.”

“Winona, please. Now let’s get a move on, There’s a chance of snow later and I want us all safely settled and, in the farmhouse, where it’s warm and cozy.”

Spock had to agree a short time later when they arrived at the farmhouse that it was nicely warm and welcoming.

He was even given a room with Jim, which he hadn’t been sure that would be the case.

“Oh, please. I’m not naïve,” she’d them. “Way back when I was your age, George’s mom made us have separate bedrooms at Christmas and he snuck into my room anyway. Now that I think about it, I think that’s when your brother was conceived.”

Jim winced. “We sure didn’t need to hear that, Mom.”

She chuckled, wrapped them in embraces and then led all three of them back downstairs to where she built a fire in the fireplace.

“It’s really nice to have someone in this house other than me again,” Winona told them.

Jim who sat beside her, patted her arm. “It’s nice for us too.”

“I wish Sam would…” She sighed.

“You can’t change him. Let’s just be happy with what we have here this time.”

“You’re right of course, Jimmy. Let me tell you what we’re having tomorrow. Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, squash, broccoli, pie and—”

Jim smiled at Spock over his mother’s head and Spock felt very warm indeed.

November 26, 2024

Flash Fic, November 23, 2024

This should bring us to the Thanksgiving Riverside visit

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Jim woke up gasping and looking into the grumpy face of Bones.

“What—?”

“Easy. You’re in Starfleet Hospital. But you’re okay.”

“Hospital? Why?”

“Your boyfriend and his parents brought you here,” Bones explained. “You had an allergic reaction to the batter on a root at the restaurant where you were dining.”

The memories kicked in, and Jim nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

Bones patted his shoulder. “Want help sitting up?”

Jim moistened his lips and allowed Bones to help him into a seated position. It looked as though he was just in a room with an exam table and not an admitted room.

“Where are they?’

“Out in the waiting area. Well, Spock is. I think his parents left after I assured them you were going to be fine and would be released as soon as I got you up. How do you feel?”

“A little tired but pretty good. It’s nice to be able to breathe.”

“Right? I have something for you,” Bones told him. “You have to carry it with you at all times.”

“What? Why?”

“In case that happens again.” Bones showed him an injectable pen. “This is it. You had anaphylactic shock. That ever happen before?”

Jim shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.”

“We don’t need to take chances. If it happens again, you could die. Better to carry this. I’ll explain it all to Spock too, in case you aren’t capable of injecting yourself. I’ll also want to test you for other allergies but for now don’t eat anything with the Frieresty Weed in it.”

“That was in the batter?”

“Yes. It’s commonly used in that particular Vulcan dish. Like I said, I’ll be giving full instructions to Spock.” Bones eyed him. “He mentioned you’re going to move in with him.”

Jim winced. “I did kind of say yes, yeah. I was going to tell you after the Thanksgiving break.”

“I see.”

“Speaking of, you want to come with us to Riverside for Thanksgiving? Mom’s making a feast.”

Bones smiled slowly. “A feast huh? Turkey and all the fixings?”

“Of course.”

“All right. I’ll come. You think she’ll mind?”

“Nope.”

“How about him? He gonna mind?”

Jim laughed. “No. But even if he did, I’d persuade him. So I can go home?”

“Yes. Well, with Spock. I want him to keep an eye on you.” Bones helped him down from the table. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

November 23, 2024

Flash Fic, November 22, 2024

Finally the continuation

To say Jim was nervous to have dinner with Spock’s parents was an understatement. In less than a week, though, he’d be bringing Spock home with him to Riverside to meet Winona and have Thanksgiving, so he guessed they were somewhat even.

Not that his mom was even half as intimidating as Sarek was. His expression seemed to always be somewhat pinched. Set in disproval. Spock assured him that he was imagining it but Jim wasn’t so sure.

A vegetarian restaurant had been chosen since Jim was the only one who ate meat, apparently, Amanda having given it up when she’d married Sarek and moved to Vulcan.

Jim wasn’t generally picky so he was okay with whatever.

“Spock tells us you met at the chess club.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Jim had decided to order a beer even though the other three did not have any alcohol. He took a big gulp, realized he had foam all over his lips, and quickly wiped it off with a napkin. “I’m not in the club anymore though.”

Amanda gave him a quizzical look. “Why is that?”

“Oh.” Jim blinked, glanced at Spock, and ducked his head.

Spock cleared his throat. “Due to some unpleasant members, Jim and I both no longer participate.”

“That’s unfortunate. I know how you like to play.”

“Since Jim is the best opponent I have faced, it is not a hardship.”

Sarek arched a brow. “Other than me, I would assume.”

“Yes, of course, Father,” Spock said, demurely.

“Meeting Spock is the best part of having joined the club,” Jim said quickly. “How long are you on Earth?”

Amanda laughed. “Are you trying to get rid of us?”

“No, no, I—”

“I’m teasing, Jim. No need to be so nervous and apprehensive. I assure you that neither myself nor my husband bite. Our intention is to return to Vulcan after the Terran holiday season, in January.” She smiled. “I understand your birthday is in early January.”

“Yes. But generally we don’t celebrate it.”

“I can certainly understand why, but if you are not too bothered by the idea, we would love to take you to dinner for it.”

Jim smiled. “Thanks. That sounds nice.”

“Spock says you are going to Riverside in a few days to celebrate Thanksgiving with your mom. I bet you’re looking forward to that.”

He laughed. “Maybe. My mom can be pretty enthusiastic when about people I date.”

“Have you dated many?” Sarek asked, politely.

“Er. No. I mean not that many I’ve, uh, introduced to my mom.” He reached for a sliced vegetable “fry” that was on a platter in the middle of the table and shoved it in his mouth so he wouldn’t have to talk.

But as he swallowed it, the voices of Spock and his parents faded away to background noise. He struggled to breathe and his throat began to close up.

Spock’s concerned face appeared in his vision and Jim pointed to his throat, then he passed out.

November 22, 2024

Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

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