A present to myself this year was a special-order calendar. It finally came today (via New Zealand and I suspect most of these were posters from the films in New Zealand) but it’s way cool and I figured you’d appreciate it.
Yes. Every movie. Pretty damn cool, huh?
Apparently the other day when Simon Pegg said the new Star Trek movie would not include the AOS movie, he was right. The dude doing the movie has confirmed that it’s not related and it will be a new cast and be a return to “traditional Star Trek”, which I can only assume is yet another bash against the reboot movies.
Paramount disappoints and sucks again.
The first indication that something unusual was wrong was a very loud and sudden sneeze.
Jim turned so fast in his captain’s chair to gape at his first officer, he had to hold on not to fall out.
Sulu and Chekov had also turned around to stare.
Uhura, predictably, was up off her feet and rushing over to him. “Spock? Are you okay?”
He gave every one of them a look of consternation. “I sneezed.”
Jim nodded.
“You never sneeze,” Uhura said. Also predictably, she added, “I shared a bed with you for years and I never once recall you sneezing.”
Jim tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair and counted to ten. Spock, likewise predictable, glanced his way surreptitiously.
Spock glanced back at Uhura. “It is nothing, Nyota.”
Which made Jim turn his chair back around. Jealousy was ridiculous. Jim knew that. Spock wasn’t with Uhura anymore, he was with Jim. Sorta. Recently. Yeah. But, right.
There were no more bridge sneezes, but after their shift when they were standing near the replicators to get food, Spock sneezed again.
This time Bones was with them and he narrowed his eyes.
“I heard about that.”
Spock, wiggling his nose, peered at Bones. “Heard about what?”
“You sneezing.”
“I had one sneeze.”
“And this is the second,” Jim pointed out.
“You’re sick.” Bones poked a finger at Spock’s chest.
“I am not. Please do not touch me.”
Jim rolled his eyes at Spock. “If I hear even one more sneeze out of you, mister, you’re reporting to the medbay.”
“Captain, that is hardly…”
Jim gave him a quelling look and Spock closed his mouth.
Dinner passed without further incidents, but later, in Jim’s quarters, while he was bent over trying to set up the chess set he heard a peculiar noise out of his Vulcan. Well, not his. Not yet. Or sorta. Maybe.
Jim straightened and turned to stare at Spock with his captain look again. “That wasn’t you trying to suppress a sneeze, was it?”
“Would I do that?”
Not exactly a denial, which meant Spock was trying to say no, but without actually lying about it.
“Maybe we should postpone this.”
“Captain, I feel fine.”
“Still. You should rest. It’s already late. You need sleep, Spock. We can play another day.” And he meant that about more than the stupid chess game. He didn’t even like chess. But Spock did and Jim was pretty okay at it even though he didn’t care for it.
Spock hesitated. “I…very well.”
“What?”
“I did not really wish to retire to my quarters just yet.”
“Oh. Well. Um. You want to-to sleep here? In-in my bed?”
Great work at sounding like a love struck teenaged boy, Jim.
“If agreeable.”
Jim grinned. “It’s totally agreeable. And I’ll, um, try not to attack you. For now.”
Spock nodded. “I appreciate that. My sleeping robe…”
“You can borrow some jammies.”
“And I like to have tea.”
“I’ll make you some.”
Spock’s nose twitched. He sneezed.
Jim walked up to him, put his hand on Spock’s forehead. He sighed. “You have a fever, honey.”
“Honey?” Spock blinked.
“Yeah. Honey. You got an issue with that?”
“I do not.”
“I’d better call Bones.”
“I do not wish to go to the medbay.”
“He’ll make a house call. And then after, you can go to sleep in here. It’s not like no one knows.”
Spock nodded. “Very well. I do not usually catch colds.”
“But you are half human.”
His Vulcan sighed. Totally his Vulcan. “Yes. And it rears itself up at the most inopportune times.”
“Of course.” I patted his cheek affectionately and commed Bones. “Hey, can you come check out Spock? He’s sick.”
“Be right there.”
Jim smiled. “Now for those jammies and tea. You deserve some pampering, honey.”
“Well.” Spock looked rather pleased. “If you insist.”
So, coming up for updates next are My Devotion, The Space in My Bed, and The Vulcan Who Fell to the Earth.
Not sure when they will appear but those are what I will be working on next.
No, I have not seen the new movie involving the “other” Star yet. Probably will next week. This week I’m seeing the Jumanji movie (Tuesday).
Got nothing else to report! Back to my boring life, I suppose with no holidays to look forward to, alas.
For January, we are back to Flash Fic Fridays. In February I will add back in Wednesday Flashes.
Spock should not have been surprised to look down and see Vanik standing beside him as he checked himself in the mirror in the bathroom of his apartment. It was becoming all too common to find the boy nearby. He was fond of his nephew, but he would not be all that unhappy when Sybok and Anoria took their leave of Earth with their precocious son in tow.
And yet…he was surprised. Illogically.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded.
“I have come to learn what progress you are making with Jim.”
Spock eyed him balefully. “That is not your business.”
“I believe that it is. Since I am the one who first introduced you to Jim…”
“We became acquainted with Mister Kirk on the same day.”
“And I arranged for your first date.”
“It was an outing, not a date. And you tricked us.”
Vanik shrugged. “You were getting nowhere on your own. Which is why I am inquiring as to whether you require my assistance again. You have now been on no less than four dates with Jim, not counting the sleigh ride.”
“We rode in a carriage, not a sleigh,” Spock pointed out. “An expensive one at that. It was false advertising.”
“There would be no place in San Francisco to pull a one horse open sleigh so improvisation was required,” Vanik said simply. “Jim did not seem to mind.”
“As he is your elder and you are barely acquainted, you, perhaps, should refer to him as Mister Kirk.”
“On the contrary, he told me when we met his name was Jim. He has not rescinded the personal use of his name.” Vanik paused. “To either of us. Are you scheduled to have a date with him this evening?”
Spock sighed. “Yes. I am preparing for it now.”
“That is good news. Have you had opportunities to exchange implications of favorable softer emotions?”
Spock blinked, feeling somewhat dizzy with such a convoluted sentence. “I am quite sure that is not your business. Nor is any of the specific details of my interactions with Jim.”
Vanik frowned. “But you do…like him?”
He hesitated only a moment. “Yes.”
“And he likes you?”
It was on the tip of Spock’s tongue to advise the boy to direct that question to Jim, but then he realized Vanik would, and Jim certainly didn’t need to have the boy pestering him with personal inquiries.
“Yes,” Spock replied instead.
He was saved from further invasive inquiry by the blurp of Vanik’s communication device. The boy flipped it open and Spock heard Anoria’s voice.
“Vanik! You ran off again. Get back here right this instant.”
“I am with Uncle…”
“I know where you are. Stop bothering Spock. Come back to the hotel immediately.”
“I will be there soon.” Vanik closed his device and nodded at Spock. “I must go. I hope you have a most productive date with Jim.”
Spock did not reply as his nephew scampered off. Instead he looked at his colognes that had been gifts from his brother and sister-in-law just this past holiday season. He chose one and splashed it on himself.
Then he turned away from the mirror to prepare to retrieve Jim for their date.
Okay so, as you know, the 31 Days of December Flashes are over. It was really fun and I am seriously considering the same for next December.
But this brings me to what’s planned for 2020. I was going to have it be a surprise, but in all honesty I am terrible with keeping surprises, so for January Friday Flashes are back. One will premiere tomorrow.
In February I will start up with Wednesdays as well as Fridays again. I have already written and scheduled a Valentine’s flash for TOS and intend to do one for AOS also.
Now that the holidays are over I hope to get back to some neglected fics. I’ve already had someone on AO3 ask me to get back to Nine Lives, so obviously that’s on my schedule. There’s also the Vulcan Who Fell to the Earth, My Heart Wants to Sigh, Orchestral Maneuvers, My Devotion, Our So-Called Life, The Space in My Bed, and on and on.
And those are the ones I’ve already got going. There are still others in my head, like a sequel to Best Friends, the continuation of Every Four Years (it IS a leap year), etc.
Should be another crazy year.
But that brings me to some other things that need addressing.
At work there were three of us doing the job I do. My good friend who I have worked with for a number of years posted for another job, a promotion, in our department, and got it. That means there are now only two of us doing the job and it’s wicked busy. I honestly don’t know if they are going to replace her, but she certainly hasn’t been yet, so work is well…difficult right now. And I did a LOT of my writing at work. That’s not going to be as possible as it used to be. Fair warning.
Up this weekend is taking down my sister’s decorations.
I have made reservations for going to Morro Bay toward the end of March for two days so wish me luck that I actually get to go this time! I made it weeknights instead so it’s a bit cheaper.
So anyway, that’s the report for the start of 2020. Thank you for your continued support, reading, and friendship.
May you find the year kind.
We’ve all read this before I am sure, but I thought it would be fun to revisit something I posted 6 years ago today.
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 