I am soooooo behind on flashes right now, so please forgive me I cannot update or write anything else until I finish June flashes. I literally only have this Friday’s done and then…yeah
So for the next little while that’s what I am doing. That’s like 10 flashes. Please forgive me while I panic.
Look at this pretty pic. That’s my Jim from Bitter Frost.
Okay calmer now.
So I will get it done. And then when it’s done, I’ll get something else done. So we are allowed to do promo now for the T’hy’la Bang. I created a post for Tumblr per their guidelines, but I thought I’d also post something here.
Here is an itty bitty excerpt for “The Closer I Get to You” (think Roberta Flack)
Oh…wait…summary
After Kirk and Spock from the Kelvin Universe get together, they are engaged in a mission that requires them to time travel to save the life of a Starfleet Commodore. But their traveling doesn’t quite go as planned and they end up traveling not just to another time, but another universe, where they meet their TOS counterparts. Jim assumes their counterparts are a couple, just like he and Spock are, but he is surprised to learn from TOS Kirk and Spock that they are not. Before he and Spock head back to their own universe/timeline, he sets out to change the relationship of their counterparts, or as Spock would say, violate the Prime Directive.
Now Excerpt:
The minute his feet hit the ground, Jim dropped to a crouch, and rolled away from his attacker, narrowly missing being kicked in the head. He stood up, panting, quickly looking for his first officer.
“Spock?”
“Here, Captain,” Spock called out, just as he took a punch to his stomach. Anyone else would likely have lost their breath from such a punch, but Spock merely grunted, picked up the perpetrator, and tossed them away.
“Uh, this doesn’t seem like the right time.” Jim ducked as a chair was thrown at his head. “Hey!”
“You are correct, Captain. This is clearly the mission on Tevis 3.”
“Tevis 3,” Jim repeated. “Ah, crap. I remember that. I got my nose broken.”
“It took Doctor McCoy considerable work to restore—”
“My good looks. Yeah, I know. Damn. Spock, look out.”
“And back!”
Jim blinked, swayed, hand going to his head as he felt the strange disorientation of the time travel. Okay and maybe that fist to the head had something to do with it too. But yeah, at least his boots were firmly planted on the transporter pad. And there was no hot blood pouring from his nose. That counted as a win.
“Fuck.”
“Captain.”
“Geez, Scotty, what the hell was that?”
“Er, a wee miscalculation, Captain,” Scotty said, sheepishly.
Spock, who stood next to him, bristled.
In the room besides the two of them and Scotty were Bones and Uhura and Sulu.
Bones frowned. “What time were you in?”
“That mission on Tevis 3 a year and a half ago.”
“Damn it, Jim, do you know how long it took to make you pretty again?”
“I may barf,” Sulu said.
Uhura rolled her eyes. “I may join you. Monty, that’s too far back.”
“I know it, lassie. Let me try again.”
“Bones, it wasn’t like I had a choice where we were. And my nose is fine, by the way.”
“Wait,” Bones said. “All this shooting back and forth to another time, is this harming them?”
Jim glanced behind him, but didn’t reply. Uhura was the third crew member who’d come to his location, sitting by himself, on the beach of Loria 3. It was shore leave. Almost over as a matter of fact. Tomorrow it was back to the Enterprise.
“Jim.”
He sighed. “Yes, Lieutenant?”
“Well, that’s something.” She walked over to where he sat, dressed in swim trunks and a tan top. She was dressed casually, also, though in a rather flowy swing dress. Her feet were bare, and she dropped down on the sand beside him. “I hope you’re wearing sunscreen with your fair skin.”
“I have some on. And who are you, anyway, Bones?”
She smiled and shook her head. “Merely a concerned friend.”
“Uh-huh.”
She pulled her knees ups to her chest and wrapped her arms around them as she looked out to the purple colored ocean of Loria 3.
“Are you going to talk to him?”
“What is there to say?”
“I don’t know. Maybe, Spock, you’re being an idiot, you love me?”
“I’m not going to do that. His choices are his own to make. And I’ve never been much of a consideration for him when he makes them.” Jim shrugged. “It is what it is.”
“But this is wrong. You have to stop him.”
“No I don’t. I already approved his resignation.”
“But…” She frowned. Her gaze went behind him and then she sighed. “I have to go.”
“Good.”
She rolled her eyes and then rose. As she walked past him to go back to the town, he heard her whisper something.
He glanced behind him to see Spock, wearing jeans and a sweater. He looked forward as Spock approached him.
Unliked Uhura, Spock did not drop down to the sand when he reached Jim.
“May I speak?”
Jim waved his hand.
“I have withdrawn my resignation.”
Jim glanced up at the Vulcan, but said nothing.
“And have changed it to a six month leave.”
Jim still said nothing.
“I…apologize for not discussing this with you prior to making decisions.”
“Typical,” Jim muttered.
“I…Jim.”
“Do what you need to do, Spock. We’ll see what happens in six months.”
“I do lo…”
“Don’t.” Jim held up his hand and shook his head. “Don’t say it when you’re leaving. If it…if it still matters when you come back, if it’s still true, then, maybe you can say it.”
Spock watched somewhat apprehensively as the human’s boy’s gaze skittered over the room, landing nowhere.
“This will be your room.”
“Okay,” Jim said in a small voice.
Earlier, Spock’s mom had made cinnamon cookies and she had given one to Jim. To Spock’s discomfort, Jim had merely stared long and hard at the cookie. Spock had been about to advise Jim that he should eat it when his mother had firmly shaken her head at him.
Jim had then asked for a napkin and when he’d received one, he had carefully wrapped it around the cookie.
Spock’s mother had advised him that he wasn’t to make a fuss over anything Jim did unless it was directly harmful to Jim or someone else. So now Jim still had the wrapped cookie in hand and while Spock watched he walked over to the chest full of drawers, opened one of them, and placed the cookie inside.
Spock wanted to tell him that no one, no one, would take the cookie from him. In fact, Jim could have all the cookies he could eat, Spock would make sure of that, but his mother’s words of warning still rang in his head so he remained silent.
Earlier, Jim had showered under the supervision of Spock’s mother. His hair was still damp and plastered to his head and surprisingly he looked even smaller and slighter than before.
That Sarek thought Jim should go to another family on Vulcan in the condition he clearly was in, was quite unfathomable to Spock. For all that Sarek was married to a human and had a human foster daughter, Spock did not think Sarek knew humans very well at all.
“You should rest for the night, Jim,” he told the boy. “The bed has been made to be comfortable for you. There should be everything you need here. I am not far should you need anything, however. There is also a call button next to the bed if you need Mother.”
“I understand.”
Spock wished to say more but didn’t know what. So he turned to leave, his hand resting near the off switch for the light.
“No,” Jim said urgently.
Spock turned quickly back.
“Can you…leave the light on?” Jim wouldn’t look at him. “The…darkness…I don’t…”
“Yes,” Spock said. “I will leave it on.”
Jim nodded. Still not looking at Spock.
“Goodnight.”
When he stepped outside, Michael was waiting for him. Spock was not surprised.
“How is he?”
“Afraid.”
“I can see why.” She reached down and pulled a stuffed dog out of her bag and handed it to Spock. “Give him this.”
Spock frowned. “I do not think…”
“Give it to him. It’ll help.” She turned and went back to her room.
Spock turned back to Jim’s door and knocked softly. Then he opened the door and stepped inside.
“Jim, Michael thought you might wish to have this while here.”
Jim eyed the dog. “I’m not a child.”
He nodded. “That is what I expected. I will tell her that you are not interested in having it.”
“You can…leave it. There on the bed.”
Surprised, Spock brought the stuffed dog to the bed and left it there. Jim still not meeting his gaze.
“Goodnight,” he said. And once more left Jim’s room.
It’s a small matter, obviously, considering what’s going on in the world these days, but…
I am thinking of deleting The Carrier on A03. To be honest I am not feeling much enthusiasm for writing it right now and I am not even sure how to resolve it. I was thinking of MirrorKirk becoming happy with Spock Prime but then that would leave MirrorSpock out. And not sure how I would resolve all of that.
I wanted to write a mirror story at the moment because I was reading another I enjoyed, but now…eh. I’m no longer feeling it and it’s likely I wouldn’t update it for a while and I don’t feel like making it another story that lasts for months or years.
I’m a little disappointed in myself for feeling like I want to abandon it but that’s the way I am feeling. And honestly, if I DO delete it, it’s probably likely I won’t take it back up again as I have a million other ideas and things to write.
Or should I leave it up on the chance I update it in a week or two or whatever.
This comes from a prompt from J, but I like it and might try to somehow work it into the Best Friends universe, if I can make it work. I might have to tweak it or something as it’s been a while since I read that story: Best Friends. But I think it can work. Anyway, here you go…
“What do you want?” Spock asked his brother, Sybok. Spock was standing on the terrace of their father’s home overlooking the mountains and the city in the distance.
“Well.” Sybok shrugged. “I thought you might like to talk.”
Spock gave him the side eye. “About what?”
Sybok came to stand next to him and looked down to where Spock’s gaze was fixed on the level below. A young blond human laughed, conversing with another.
“The birds and the bees.”
“What?”
“You know. The birds and the bees.”
“I do not know what you are talking about.”
Sybok sighed. “Sex.”
Spock glanced quickly at him, expression carefully blank. “I know about sex, brother. I am not a child.”
Sybok’s lips turned upward. “At least I got your attention. If it helps, I’m fairly certain T’Pring is no more interested in maintaining your ill-advised bond than you are.”
As they both watched, the blond human suddenly glanced up, smiled, and waved at them. Spock, before he had a chance to think otherwise, returned the wave. But he regretted instantly, his cheeks warming, as the blond human winked.
Spock moved away from the edge of the terrace.
“He likes you too.”
“I do not know what you are referring to,” Spock said, primly.
“No?” Sybok asked. “Oh. Well, then. If you are not interested in James Kirk, then I will…”
“No,” Spock said quickly, his voice coming out in a snarl.
Which only caused his brother to laugh. “Yeah, I knew you knew what I meant.” Sybok looked over the edge. “I think he’s coming up here.”
“He is?” Spock’s heart began to race.
“Yes, he’s headed to the stairs leading up here. Shall I leave you two alone or do I need to chaperone?”
“I am not a child,” Spock insisted again.
“And you’re sure you don’t need the sex talk?’
Spock took a step toward him. “Leave.”
Sybok held out his hands. “I’m going, I’m going.” Just as he turned away, he spotted James Kirk at the top of the staircase and his brother, wringing his hands, waiting anxiously. Sybok grinned and went back inside.
Spock had thought Jim asleep since he had not spoken for many long minutes after their lovemaking. He’d just been deciding how best to extricate himself from Jim, who had snuggled up to Spock’s chest and had a hand lying there, just under Spock’s nipple. He was not altogether sleepy and had decided that he might wish to meditate after the extraordinary circumstances of the evening. Most unexpected and entirely welcome.
But just as he contemplated easing away from Jim, Jim’s fingers stroked along his chest and down to his abdomen, freezing there.
“This feels like a scar,” Jim whispered, curiosity in his voice.
“It is.”
“From a battle?”
Spock shook his head. “Not the sort you refer to.”
Jim lifted his head, looked down at the scar, and then up to Spock. “Looks like a word.”
The old memories threatened for a moment, but Spock pushed them away. “Yes. It was supposed to be. They were interrupted before they could finish it.”
Jim leaned over the scar. “Half…” His gaze flew to Spock’s, eyes wide, the beginnings of emotion welling up to make those blue look like gemstones. “Spock.”
He swallowed. “Yes. They meant to write half-breed. They never got to finish. I was able to get most of the scar removed, but a small part remains. It reminded me for many years that I didn’t fit in with Vulcans or Humans.”
“I…”
“That is no longer the case, T’hy’la. I know exactly where I belong and that is with you.”
Jim kissed him fiercely and Spock forgot about getting up to meditate.
The first person familiar to him in the crowd that gathered was Nyota. She was gesturing to him, her face somber, her attire that of their dress uniform, hat firmly in place.
Spock stepped up to her and allowed her to lean forward and kiss his cheek. She pulled back and looked into his eyes. “How are you holding up?”
“I…well enough under the circumstances.”
She nodded, sympathetically, and then drew him forward. “The others are seated already.”
He followed her to where Lieutenant Sulu, Ensign Jayleh, and Lieutenant Commander Scott were seated. There was a spot left for Spock. A few aisles away he spotted Carol Marcus. He looked away quickly and took the offered seat.
Admiral Morrow walked up to the podium. “Thank you for coming on this day to remember those from Starfleet we have lost, not only in the last year, but in all our years.”
Then to Spock’s amazement, Morrow turned to the side.
“We welcome, Captain James T. Kirk, who has only just gotten out of the hospital this very day to attend this ceremony honoring those who have fallen.”
Doctor McCoy wheeled Jim out in a chair toward the podium. Jim wore a dress uniform but looked shockingly pale. Spock was half out of his seat before Nyota gently pushed him down.
“Did you know he was going to do this?” she asked.
“No.”
“I don’t think the captain should be out of the hospital,” Sulu spoke up.
“He should not,” Spock said curtly.
Jim stopped at the podium and then was helped to stand by the doctor. Spock’s jaw tightened as Jim swayed.
“Today, we are gathered to remember our fallen brethren, including a member of my own bridge officers, Ensign Pavel Chekov.”
***
“Captain!” Nyota rushed at him after the ceremony. “You shouldn’t be out of the hospital.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” McCoy grumbled. “Damn fool insisted. And he’s going right back.”
Spock dropped to his knees beside Jim. “T’hy’la. Why? We talked about this and decided you would stay in bed.”
“You decided,” Jim said softly. “For Pavel. I had to.”
Spock inhaled, counted to ten, and then nodded. “Very well. But you will not leave again until you are well. Promise.”
“I promise.”
Spock stood and took control of the wheelchair from McCoy, ignoring the doctor’s rolled eyes, as they all followed behind as Spock brought their captain back to the hospial.
Recently, as in since this all began, the pandemic to end all pandemics (I am using humor here, please don’t think I don’t take it seriously), I decided to watch the Death Wishes. Bruce Willis had done a remake of the movie Charles Bronson did. I could watch both for free on Amazon so I did. Here are my comparisons, which I have been meaning to do for a while.
Now I can take Bruce or leave him. He’s done a couple of movies I just loved. The Sixth Sense, Unbreakable. I don’t mind Die Hard. I like Red (Karl Urban is in that and great too). But lets face it, he’s not always the greatest actor. He’s okay. And I think I’ve heard as a person he can be…challenging.
There will be massive spoilers going forward so be warned should you desire to see them.
I saw Bruce’s version first. His character is named the same as Charles’ is. Paul Kersey. But Bruce’s Kersey is a trauma surgeon in Chicago. He saves lives of gang members and the like all day long, plus good guys too. In the city. He has a very nice suburban life with a beautiful wife and almost graduating high school senior. His slightly less successful brother is played by one of my absolute favorites, Vincent D’onofrio . In the beginning Vincent’s character asks Kersey for money, which he loans him. They go out of their way at first to show that Kersey is not a touch guy with several scenes. Then he goes out to dinner with his wife, daughter, and brother. They have a nice dinner and the daughter talks about where she will go to college. The valet guy overhears where they live while they are talking as he’s getting their car and he hears them say that the next night they won’t be home as they are going out for Paul’s birthday dinner.
Believing they won’t be home, this dude, who is a scumbag criminal, arranges for him and his band of thieves to rob their house. But as it turns out, Paul being a trauma surgeon, is called in to work at the hospital that night and the birthday dinner is to be postponed. The thieves don’t know this, however, and so break in and terrorize Paul’s wife and daughter. When the wife sees they are getting rough with her daughter, she tries to intervene and one of them shoots her. They then beat the teenaged daughter until she is in a coma.
Paul and his brother end up running to where they are taken at the hospital and they are told the wife died but the daughter is in this coma. They never say she is raped, which I am grateful for, since she’s supposed to be a teenager. It’s just implied here that they beat her. (more about the rape when I get to Bronson’s).
Now for much of the rest of the movie, his daughter remains in a coma. Kersey is treating a gang member one day in the hospital and the dude’s gun falls onto the floor. He kicks it under the table to collect it later. He has gone to the police and they are having trouble solving the crime.
Anyhow, one day he sees this couple getting mugged and he ends up using the gun to save them, and thereafter, he makes it his business to find the ones who were responsible to what happened to his wife and daughter.
And he does. He gets every one of the guys responsible. And in pretty brutal ways, not gonna lie.
Now the daughter wakes up toward the end and goes home with Kersey and his brother (who paid Kersey back) and is probably the most likeable character in the movie, and as they are leaving the hospital, Kersey sees the final guy responsible. The daughter doesn’t remember much but this thug thinks she might some day so he decides to go back to Kersey’s house to kill her. But this time Kersey is ready and has her hide and he kills the thug and the cops look the other way because they feel bad they couldn’t solve the case. But they tell him stop killing people and he’s like I got them. I’m done.
Now in some ways I expected Bronson’s movie to be less brutal than Bruce’s. Because movies can do much more now than they did then. But on the other hand I realized this was still Bronson and it was still going to be brutal. It was and a few scenes actually were worse for me.
First, the 70s porn music that played throughout was just horrible. That’s a side note.
In the 1970s one, Kersey is an architect rather than a doctor and they live in New York City not Chicago. Kersey and his wife (a famous actress of the time and I can’t recall who, it wasn’t Bronson’s wife Jill though, who he did do movies with) have been vacationing in Hawaii. When they return, they go out of their way to show that Kersey is a bleeding heart liberal and thinks criminals get a bad rap and are just down on their luck.
The Kerseys have an adult daughter in this one and she is married. In this one, Kersey’s wife and daughter are spending the day together and they are seen at a local high end grocery store that delivers to their high-rise apartment. A group of “freaks” sees them. That is even what they are called on IMDB. None of the freaks are recognizable save for one, and it’s Jeff Goldblum in his very first role. Anyway, these freaks follow Kersey’s wife and daughter back to their apartment building and somehow sneak through a side door even though it’s the kind of building with a doorman.
They ring the bell of the apartment and because they are waiting for groceries to be delivered, the daughter opens the door. The freaks come in and brutally beat both women. They try to rob them but they have very little cash. They then rape the daughter. I had read that she got raped and I was hoping it wasn’t especially graphic but it was graphic enough trust me. There is one thing they do that…I can’t even say. Anyway, it’s mercifully fast and over.
But they leave the women for dead. The daughter manages to call her husband and they are taken to the hospital where the wife dies. The daughter lives but is never the same and just stares into space and is eventually committed to a mental hospital.
Kersey has the son-in-law in this one and he is whiny and annoying. The brother character in the later version is much better.
Anyway similar to the remake, Kersey begins to go after criminals and he ends up killing a lot of them and gets a reputation as a vigilante killer in the city and many people like him because of it.
Unlike the remake, the cops never figure out who the “freaks” were and neither does Kersey. So he never gets those directly responsible for what happened to his wife and daughter.
But I found Bronson’s Kersey to be surprisingly much more sympathetic. When he first starts killing muggers and the like he gets sick and hates himself for it. Feels terrible. Bruce never does. And anyway he just seemed like he had been a nicer guy.
In the end, just like in Bruce’s the cops tell him to stop killing and he says he will. But he then moves to Chicago and starts to look at criminals like he’s not done.
Now, like I said, I thought Bronson was more sympathetic, but I liked how in Bruce’s he went after the guys who actually attacked his wife and daughter rather than random thugs. The son-in-law in Bronson’s was horrible and whiny and the brother in Bruce’s was one of the best parts. I liked how the daughter recovered in Bruce’s and also because she was a teen, they didn’t go the rape route. The music in the 70s version was just awful.
I didn’t come away with hating either movie but I can’t say I loved either movie or even liked them. They weren’t the worst movies I’d ever seen, but they were, like, meh.