Jim couldn’t remember feeling this bad ever. Mommy must have been worried too, because despite the fact Mommy’s new boyfriend, Frank, didn’t want to be bothered taking Jim to the hospital, because he told Jim’s mommy that Jim was just faking it for attention. That Jim didn’t want Mommy going out with Frank.
“If you had waited too much longer, I’m not sure he would have made it,” the nice doctor said to Mommy. Jim heard them talking near his bed, trying to be quiet. “He’s very sick.”
They left him alone then, to go talk some more, Jim guessed.
But then a man stood over his bed. One Jim didn’t know. But he was not human, Jim knew. He had pointy ears and dark eyes, that were kind when Jim looked at him.
“Are you a Vulcan?” Jim asked, weakly
“Shh. It is okay. Do not speak.” The Vulcan put his hand on Jim’s face. “You have a fever.”
“Mommy says I’m very sick.”
“You are, Jim. But I am here to help you.”
“Are you a doctor?”
“Something like that.” His finger spread out across Jim’s cheek. “Go to sleep, Jim. When you wake up, you will feel better.”
“But…”
The Vulcan smiled very slightly. “All will be well.”
Jim felt a warmth in cheek that flowed from his skin and seemed to envelope him. And his eyes felt so heavy. The fingers moved from his face as he fell into a deep sleep.
Ever here the song, All That I Am, by Rob Thomas? It’s an awesome song. But the lyrics man. They are sooooo perfect for Spirk. This could be from Spock’s POV. Check it out.
I am the one winged bird for flying Sinking quickly to the ground See your faith in me subsiding See you prime for giving in I give you all that I am
I am the sound of love’s arriving Echoed softly on the sand Lay your head upon my shoulder Lay your hand within my hand I give you all that I am
And I breathe where you breathe Let me stand where you stand With all that I am
I am the white dove for a soldier Ever marching as to war I would give my life to save you I stand guarding at your door I give you all that I am
I am the one winged bird for flying Sinking quickly to the ground I am the blind man for a watchdog I am prime for giving in I’ll show you all that I am
And I breathe so you breathe Let me stand so you’ll stand With all that I am
Not a whole lot to report that you don’t already know. It’s back to work today after my long weekend. Bummer.
I’m still trying to decide what to write for the T’hy’la Bang. I’d like to start it sooner rather than later. I have an issue here at work with Word now. I can send files back to myself at home that open just fine, but if I work at something at home and try to send it here, they won’t open. This is going to be challenging on a longer fic like I have to write here.
They have a new chat room set up with this group of participants and I did get a nice comment from someone on there saying they were a fan. From the introductions so far everyone will be working on TOS, sigh. I’d like to see mylochkatee sign up as an artist because I am sure she would be amazing but I haven’t seen her on tumblr in sometime, so bummer.
Next up for updating when I get to it is The Vulcan Who Fell to the Earth. I did get my Friday flash done but it’s pretty short. I need to get my February stuff done too so other updates might take a backseat to that while I get those done. I have one Valentine flash done and scheduled but I need one more. Since I am restarting Wednesday flashes in February I think I have seven still to write.
I may revisit the two times a week flashes in the future if it starts interfering with my writing for the T’hy’la thing, but we shall see.
So…I foolishly, perhaps, signed up for the T’hy’la Bang 2020. The rules are pretty brutal. I have to write a K/S fic of at least 15,000 words but preferably over 20,000. Has to be done by the end of May and posted in June. You may recall I did this one a few years back where they pair you with an artist who does art work for your fic. My story was Who Am I to Say.
I think it’s done a little differently in that I think I submit my draft which they share anonymously with artists and then they assign the artists off the pages or something. The last time was a bit of a free for all where you were left feeling like the last one chosen for PE. I think they are trying to avoid that from happening. Not sure, really. Anyway that’s not for a while because I think writers have all the way until the end of February to sign up.
Probably a little too young for this story, but you get the idea
The tall mysterious Vulcan who would not give his name had saved Jim from a pummeling by his stepdad. Jim didn’t see what happened to Frank. He was told to go back into the house, so he had.
Then the Vulcan returned but Frank had not.
The Vulcan dropped to his knees and examined Jim. “Jim? Are you hurt? Jim?”
Jim frowned. “You know my name.”
“Yes. Are you hurt?”
He bit his lip, but then that hurt, so he stopped immediately. “My lip hurts.”
“It is bleeding.” The Vulcan produced a dermal regenerator. He ran it over Jim’s lip to heal it. “Where else?”
“My arm.”
The Vulcan’s eyes turned soft, brown, like chocolate. Jim liked chocolate. He fixed Jim’s arm.
“Anywhere else?”
“No. Frank…”
“Will never hurt you again. Are you hungry?”
“Yeah.”
The Vulcan stood, took Jim’s hand, and drew him into the kitchen. “What would you like to eat, Jim?”
“Macaroni and cheese? Please.”
“Very well. Sit there at the table while I make it.”
Jim moved to do as the Vulcan said. He watched him silently, but then, “I’ve seen you before.”
“Have you?”
Jim nodded. “I think so. When-when I was four, I got really sick and ended up in the hospital. You were there.”
The Vulcan said nothing, just continued to fix Jim food. He’d been in the hospital two years before.
“You came to me there and you put your hand on my face.” Jim’s frown deepened. “I told Mom later that you were there, but she didn’t believe me. No one did. They thought it was because I’d been delirious. I got better after you were there.”
The Vulcan walked over to the table and handed a plate of macaroni and cheese to Jim. It was heaping with food, but Jim was hungry, and he thought maybe he’d eat all of it. He took it and began to eat it while the Vulcan watched him.
“Are you sure Frank won’t hurt me again?”
“I am positive, Jim. He is out of your life now. You need not worry about ever seeing him.”
“But Mom—”
“She is on her way home to take care of you. She knows about your stepfather.”
“’Kay.”
“In the meantime, a man named Christopher Pike will be here shortly to watch over you while your mother returns from being off planet.”
“You can’t stay?”
“I cannot, I am needed elsewhere. But you can be certain that I will return whenever you need me.”
Jim nodded. “Okay. This is good. Thank you.”
“You are welcome, Jim. Please eat all of it. And when you are done, I want you to sleep. When you wake up Lieutenant Pike will be here.”
“Oh. Is he in Starfleet?”
“He is. He will take good care of you, Jim. He will not hurt you.”
“And no Frank?”
“I assure you that he is gone. Do not worry.”
When Jim finished eating, Spock took his hand once more and made him go lie on the couch. He put his long elegant fingers on Jim’s face like he did in the hospital.
“Sleep now, Jim.”
“When I wake will you be gone?”
“Yes. But Lieutenant Pike will be here and then your mother. You will not be alone. I promise.”
Jim smiled a little. “And will you tell me your name?”
The Vulcan returned the smile, even more slight then Jim’s. “Someday, Jim. Someday.”
Jim was tempted to hold back from returning to the restaurant on Rigel 9 after his, fortunately, brief conversation with Admiral Fremont, just to see Spock sweat some more. Metaphorically speaking, of course.
But in the end, he just couldn’t do it. Spock’s body language was screaming how uncomfortable he was. Jim’s mom was great. She was. But he didn’t want to give Spock any ideas about leaving Jim alone with Sarek.
“Hi there. I’m back.” He stopped at the table with a smile.
Spock gave a very quick nod and was already sliding out of the booth. “In that case, Captain. I will leave you to it.”
Jim was almost mean enough to order him to sit back down, but he actually had a great deal of affection for Spock, so yeah, he let him slip away.
“It was wonderful to meet you, Commander,” Jim’s mom called out after the quickly retreating figure of his first officer.
Jim sat back down. Licked his lips. “Yeah. Um. Where were we?”
“Something about your love life.” She picked up her wine glass and sipped. “You do have one, don’t you?”
“Didn’t you grill Spock on that?”
“Not much time. He’s quite tight lipped. He was all ‘the captain this’ and ‘the captain that’. Didn’t give me anything to go on.”
“I’ll have to thank him,” Jim said with a smirk.
“James Tiberius.”
He laughed. “Well.”
“Is he your something or not?”
“He is,” Jim admitted. “But it’s very very recent, Mom. And he’s very shy.”
“How recent?”
“Nosey much?”
“It’s a mother’s prerogative.”
Jim leaned his chin on his hand. “Right before we got to Rigel 9.”
“You got here yesterday!”
“Yes. So it was the night before.”
“You weren’t kidding about being recent. So…have you…”
“Mom!”
She had the grace to blush. “Well.”
“And don’t say it’s your prerogative.”
“Well.”
Jim cleared his throat and reached for his own drink. “We have.”
She laughed.
“Several times.”
“Jim! I didn’t need to know that much.”
It was his turn to laugh.
She smiled. “It’s so good to see you. And happy.”
He returned her smile. “It’s great to see you too, Mom.”
Yesterday, I posted Chapter 11 of The Space in My Bed. I hope to have the final Chapter 12 up in the near future. I’ll be so happy to have another one finished. I am super excited by that prospect. I have new ideas to post, as you know (having done some sneak peeks) and I’d rather get a few more done before I do that.
Once that is all done I will turn my attention to an update for The Vulcan Who Fell to the Earth and Orchestral Maneuvers. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves!
Tomorrow is a flash that pretty much continues from a flash we saw at the end of December. Now when they become an ongoing story I think they lose flash status but whatever. I might write more on this storyline so stay tuned.
It’s a three day weekend for me and M as both of our companies get Monday as a holiday (MLK). I am quite happy about this. Sunday night we are going to dinner with the family, so that will be nice, but I have no other concrete plans other than to sleep! This is my last official holiday until Memorial Day (M’s company gets Good Friday off).
In other news we are supposed to get rain tonight, so wish us luck with that, as we always need rain.
In the continuing saga of what a pain cats are, we got this new bed for Luna for Christmas. See it there, all fluffy and cozy? Yeah, that’s not the one she is lying in. She’s in her old stupid bed. She is AFRAID of the new one. She sneaks up on it like it will attack her. Sigh. Cats.
Here are some pictures from January including a very lazy cat.
January TreesDifferent Colors of LeavesLuna sleeping in
I’m behind schedule at the moment. I’ll throw something together to post as a flash for Friday but I haven’t done it yet.
Sunday I went to drop something off at the sister’s house and we got to doing some wine drinking and before I knew it I was three sheets to the wind. I didn’t barf, but Monday I woke with a bitch of a hangover. I even called out sick and pretty much spent the day vegging and watching youtube videos of which I am not proud. But it put me behind on updates.
Before I get to working on finishing The Space in My Bed, I will get that flash done.
Last week we saw Jumanji 2 and I quite liked it. Very cute and amusing. Tonight is Star Wars.
Still haven’t gotten back to normal food and financial wise after the holidays but I am working on it.
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 