Well, it’s the last day of April 2020. What will May bring? No one really knows at this point. So you get the last scenery pictures for April I took. These are just around my condo complex. WordPress has a new feature where you can make the photos square or rounded so trying out the round.
Farewell April
Jim used his bare big toe to poke Bones under the table where they sat eating breakfast. Well, if a huge plate of cinnamon rolls counted as breakfast. To Jim, it totally did. Jim still wore his pajama bottoms and a tank top, though Bones was fully dressed.
“Do you know what day it is?”
Bones scowled over the rim of his coffee. “April 29th.”
“Well, yeah, obviously. And a Saturday, too. Before you add that.”
Bones smirked and popped gooey cinnamon roll bits into his mouth. “These are wicked good. Where’d you get them?”
“Get them?”
“What bakery?”
“They’re home made.”
“There’s no way you made these. You cook with two feet.”
Jim rolled his eyes. “Do not. And no, I didn’t. They were made for my anniversary.” He grinned.
“Anniversary? Of what?”
“The day Pike talked me into enlisting in Starfleet, of course.”
“Oh, of course,” Bones said, sarcastically. “Why didn’t I mark that on the calendar?”
“Why indeed.”
There was a knock on their door. Jim wiped his mouth on a napkin, rose and opened the door.
“Good morning.” Jim leaned in for a quick kiss.
“Good morning,” was the murmured response.
Jim returned to the table.
“Doctor. Are you enjoying the cinnamon rolls I made for Jim?”
Bones choked and stared at Spock with wide eyes. “You made them?”
“Of course Spock did! You didn’t make me anything.”
“Spare me.” Bones sighed. “But okay, yes, Spock, you made fantastic tasting cinnamon rolls.”
“Thank you, doctor. And they are from a vegan recipe.”
“Well, then, doubly impressive.” Bones got up from the table. “I should get to class.”
Jim looked at him quizzically. “It’s Saturday, there’s no class.”
“Still going,” Bones called, as he grabbed a coat and went out the door.
Jim snorted. “Sorry about that.”
“It is fine. In fact, I have the perfect solution for the doctor being uncomfortable.”
“Oh yeah? What?” Jim picked up a cinnamon roll and offered a bite to Spock, who took it.
“Move in with me,” Spock answered, after chewing and swallowing.
“Oh, that is perfect. I say yes.” He kissed Spock again and then made a yummy noise. “Mmm. Frosting.”
Spock found his captain ruminating on the observation deck, where he could usually be found after a problematic mission. Fewer missions were these days, Spock mused. The crew and her officers being far more experienced than their first years. Still, like now, there were times when missions went terribly wrong.
“Hi, Spock.”
He was not surprised Jim knew of his presence even before his footsteps sounded on the floor in approach. Their link was strong, deep, and impenetrable by outside forces now.
“Doctor McCoy advised you insisted on being released.”
“Nothing wrong with me that a few days of sleep won’t cure.”
“Jim, the mission…”
“I know, babe. It’s just…that one was a little rough.”
“Ensign Davers was quite young.”
“Yeah. And will never get older now.” Jim sighed. Turned to look at Spock. “I’m grateful you’re safe.”
“As I am filled with gratitude for your apparent health.” Spock paused. “Come to our quarters. It has been too long since you’ve had anything proper to eat. And you could use a shower.”
“Saying I smell?”
“Certainly not. But your muscles are ill-used. I would like to pamper you. Cleanse you. Take care of you.”
Jim blinked rapidly and Spock knew he was trying to keep the moisture that threatened at bay. He didn’t hesitate any longer. He pulled his husband close, wrapping his arms around Jim and holding him as tightly as he dared.
“Thank you,” Jim whispered. “I love you. So much.”
Spock closed his eyes. “I love you too.”
A Conversation
“Are you angry?”
“No. Not anymore. You?”
“My ire has significantly decreased.”
“Now see how can I stay mad when your Vulcan snootiness is such a turn on.”
“Jim.”
“Well. I can hardly be blamed. You’re the hottest thing on two legs. Not that I’ve had anything on four legs.”
“Jim…”
“Lately. Totally kidding. Oh now I’m getting your best snooty look. You did that on purpose to make me hotter.”
“If your temperature is elevated—”
“Oh it’s elevated buddy. And so is something else.”
“We had better go to the mess room.”
“Huh? For what?”
“Crackers to go with your cheese.”
“Oh. My. God. You just made a joke. Come here and kiss me.”
“You are impossible.”
“Impossible not to love. Come on. Admit it.”
“I refuse to respond.”
“Afraid of incriminating yourself, huh?”
“Indeed. You spoke of kissing.”
“To make up. From our fight. And we can go beyond kissing too. If we want.”
“We do.”
Favorites of things often change, I think. I’ve written several fics since my beginning etc and what I completely loved then, might not be in my top 5 now.
So I thought it might be fun to list my current 5 favorites of the ones I have written. And I thought it would be even more fun to look back at 5 that now make me cringe a bit (not sure if I can or should explain why)
Favorites (not in any order) and these are only a few
The Finer Things
Potions
The Strange Vulcan
You Were Meant for Me
Didn’t We Almost Have it All?
Fics that make me cringe a bit (also not in any order and I don’t hate them)
The Orion Conference
Aftermath (I will tell you why for this one. I held back on doing something in this story because someone asked me not to, and to me personally, not having done that part, weakened my intent a bit for this story. I think most would disagree with me though)
Say Something
Want
The Sight
“Can we get a dog?”
“No.”
“Ah, come on, Spock,” Jim whined as they walked along the streets heading for their newly acquired apartment. “That dog we just saw was so damn cute.”
“Jim, we’ll be living in a high-rise apartment, a dog needs…”
“I’ll walk him. Like four times a day.” Jim paused. “Or her.”
“And when will you find time for that?” Spock asked wryly.
“I’m semi-retired.”
“Emphasis on the semi. Jim, I will be spending the better part of my days acting as an instructor at the academy and you will be working at HQ. You know there will be demands on your time.”
“I’ll hire a dog walker for those times we can’t walk the dog.”
Spock stopped, turned to Jim, and sighed. “You are very difficult to deal with when you are determined.”
Jim smiled. “You just figured that out after all this time, honey?”
“You do try my patience.”
“That’s why you adore me so.”
Spock’s lips twitched. “I adore you in spite of it.”
“Says you. So? Can we get the dog?”
“I do not know why you ask me when you have already made up your mind.”
“It gives me emotional security. Come on. Let’s go get that dog.”
The door slammed shut behind Jim making him wince. He didn’t miss the way Spock’s back stiffened around the shoulders.
“Uh, sorry. Didn’t know it was going to do that.” He sidled up beside Spock, who was looking out at the yard, though Jim wasn’t really sure what there was to look at. Nothing but dirt for miles.
This place was…desolate to say the least. And the sooner they could get off this wreck of a planet and back up to the Enterprise, the better.
“You…okay?”
“Of course, Captain.”
Whenever Spock used that snooty tone, well, Jim was torn between two things. Being turned on, okay, well, with Spock there was always an element of that, and knowing he was in big fat trouble.
“What they said in there.”
“Is this when you tell me they didn’t mean it?” Spock’s voice was as cold as a glacier.
“No. They meant it. And it was cruel and nasty and unacceptable. I won’t tolerate xenophobia or their disrespect to you.”
Spock turned to look at him. “Captain…”
Jim shook his head. “Every one of them is going to have a mark on their record. If we get out of this.”
“We will get out of this.”
He smiled a little. “I know. And the first Space Station we can reach, I’m getting rid of Hanson. I’ve already told him.”
“The appearance of…”
“This has nothing to do with our personal relationship, Spock. You’re my first officer as well as my science officer. A brilliant member of Starfleet. You deserve respect and nothing less.”
“Very well.”
Jim put his hand on Spock’s arm. “And this is coming from me…Jim. The guy who is crazy in love with you. I’m really sorry they said that shit to you and hurt you. I really want to kick their asses.”
Spock’s lips turned upward just a bit. “T’hy’la.”
“No, I mean it. Fuckers. I wish I could take every one of them out. But I can’t.”
Spock nodded. “I know.”
“When we get home, I want to wrap myself around you and hold you forever.” He paused. “Or at least until we have to go on shift.”
“I would like that very much,” Spock said softly. “I am used to behavior such as theirs.”
“I know. And I hate that you have to be used to it.” Jim put his hand on Spock’s face. “Let’s get to work. I can’t wait to get off this rock.”
“Agreed, Captain.”
And they turned to go back into the shack to figure out how to return to the Enterprise.
So…let’s see…
I updated TWO stories yesterday, The Carrier and Cadet Ashayam! Woo hoo. I also wrote my Pinto de Mayo story and it’s good to go for May 5th.
I also got a few May flashes written but I still have many to go.
I did get a comment on Dating a Vulcan complaining about the way I portrayed glasses. Apparently I got it wrong even though I wear them myself. Go figure.
A few days ago, I entered the art claims phase for the T’hy’la Bang. I don’t think I will have any issues with having it finished by the end of May. I am not that far off now, really.
The one good thing about THIS one is they do the art claims differently then the last time I had participated in the Bang with the Art. They had a blog set up that they posted all the summaries of the stories and the artists came on and posted in comments what they wanted to do art for. The problem was, this was all open for anyone to see, including the writers, and so it was sort of like getting picked last for PE class. You could see how long it took for someone to want to illustrate YOUR story. And as you watched, others got picked and you were like, shit, what’s wrong with MINE? It kind of sucked. And I wasn’t even the last picked, but also not among the first.
This time, I think the summaries are only sent to the artists and then we are told who we get paired with when it’s all done. I think!
In other news I am out of bananas. I eat a banana every day and I have been out for three days. I will eventually have to go get some but not yet. I haven’t been to the store since April 01. M has been one time since then but it’s been over a week since either of us has. We aren’t out of much yet, other than bananas, so we will wait. Funny thing is that now there’s a shortage of flour. Can’t even order it on line! And I wanted M’s biscuits. Grr. but the last of the flour went to Hot Cross Buns last week for Easter for my sister.
I know, not much, really to complain about, but well…
Tomorrow’s flash is a good one. I think so anyway.
Oh and supposed to get hot here this coming week. By Thursday it’s supposed to be in the 90s. Yeah. So…from rain to immediately hot. How fun.
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 