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Try to Remember

And so we come to the end of Spirk TOS OMS for November. I decided to post it a little earlier than originally planned so I can get it all up for the OMS Challenge in AO3. I think I wasn’t supposed to post the whole thing elsewhere but you know, only a few of you read me here anyway. And I hope you will enjoy reading it all at once on AO3 when it appears.

Look for TOS Spirk to make appearances in the 25 Days of Christmas

Spock liked to indulge Jim whenever he could and so, when Jim had mentioned to him that he wanted to have a small gathering of friends the last Thursday of November, in San Francisco, before they were to depart later that weekend for a few weeks in Aspen, Colorado, Spock had agreed.

Many hundreds of years ago it had been a tradition in what was part of the United States to have a huge meal to be thankful of all that one had in one’s life. Spock had read about it, prior, of course, and had been informed again about it by Jim.

He had invited all of their former crew members, McCoy, Uhura, Sulu, Chekov, and Scott. Their family really. Uhura and Scott would be attending together, of course, for Mr. Scott had made it clear he was sweet on her, and Spock guessed, she him.

Jim greeted them all warmly, pouring wine freely, and generally being an affable host to all. He had made a turkey, stuffed with bread, for those that ate meat, and many vegetarian offerings for those that did not.

Which included Spock and his father, who was coming, because he was there, on Earth, and alone now. Jim hadn’t wanted to exclude anyone even though Spock had assured Jim his father would not feel that way.

The truth was, Spock was not certain.

Not because of the memory lapses, but because there was still so much Spock did not understand about Sarek and that Sarek did not understand about him.

It was the way of things.

“Spock?”

He turned toward Jim. “Yes, T’hy’la?”

Jim smiled then. His eyes lighting up with warmth and affection. “You’ve been in the kitchen a while. Are you hiding from our guests, sweetheart?”

“No. Though I admit socializing is not my…preference.”

“I know. And you’re wonderful to allow this.”

“I would hardly deny you or them. And I understand the sentiment. I am grateful for them, for my father, and especially, for you.”

That smile widened until it nearly split Jim’s face. “I’m grateful for all that too. And you. You have no idea. This is probably our fourth or fifth chance. Whatever. But damn, I’m glad. So thankful, Spock.”

He held Spock by the arms and leaned up to kiss his husband. “Now, come. Let’s celebrate Thanksgiving.”

“Indeed.” Spock hesitated. “Jim?”

“Yeah, Spock?”

“I am most thankful to remember you.”

“Me too.” Jim squeezed his hand. “More than you can ever know.”

Spock picked up the cornbread pudding and followed Jim out to the dining room to exclaims of excitement from their guests.

And maybe, later, they could gather for a picture together. So that they would always remember this time, with all of them, together.

Spock knew they would not always be able to do this. Sooner or later the first of them would pass on. But now they had this.

He had Jim.

Cornbread Pudding

When I was a younger person, my Dad and I used to watch Guiding Light, a soap opera. I remember the Bauer family on the show always sang this song as Thanksgiving was approaching on the show. I also know that the sister of Anne Brancroft in Home for the Holidays attempts to sing it in that movie (she forgets the lyrics)

We Gather Together

We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing
He chastens and hastens His will to make known
The wicked oppressing now cease from distressing
Sing praises to His Name, He forgets not His own Beside us to guide us, our God with us joining
Ordaining, maintaining His kingdom divine
So from the beginning the fight we were winning
Thou, Lord, were at our side, all glory be Thine!We all do extol Thee, Thou Leader in battle
And pray that Thou still our Defender will be
Let Thy congregation escape tribulation
Thy Name be ever praised! O Lord, make us free!

November 23, 2019

Flash Fic, November 22, 2019 (Fall Guys)

Dear Nyota

Things are going extremely well. The captain and I are becoming increasingly comfortable with each other and quite close.

He shows signs of being weaker than normal, due to his extended recovery time, but we have become completely involved with each other (pause to blush), and I am aware you will know what I mean by this. It is…gratifying.

Recently, Jim announced that we would partake in the tradition of being thankful. In ancient history, Humans in this locale took part in the feast-gathering holiday known as ‘Thanksgiving’. The captain wishes to participate.

Therefore, we went to the grocery store to purchase the necessary provisions.

“That is an eight pound turkey,” Spock said as he watched Jim place the frozen headless bird into their cart.

Jim grinned. “Yep.”

“Since you are the only one consuming the turkey is that not a lot of meat for one individual?”

“This is the smallest I could find. Don’t worry, I like leftovers. Turkey sandwiches, turkey omelet, turkey soup, Turkey Tetrazzini.” Jim patted Spock’s arm. “I got it covered. Now…cranberry sauce.”

“Over there.” Spock pointed to a display of cans.

“No, no. Not those. Yuck. I want actual cranberries. Let’s go to produce.”

Spock followed after Jim as he wheeled their cart to the produce section. Besides the turkey in the cart, Jim had already placed a package of cubed cornbread, and packages of powdered gravy mix Jim planned to doctor with some of the cooked turkey juices.

“Aha!” Jim stopped the cart at a display of numerous bags of fresh cranberries. “Now we’re talking.” He added two bags to their cart.

“Do you know how to make those?” Spock asked with no little skepticism.

“Of course I do. You add sugar and cook them in a pan. Besides, I can follow a recipe, babe.” He moved on to potatoes. “You’ll eat mashed, right? Without the gravy?”

“I will.”

“Great. And we’ll get you some acorn squash and green beans too.”

“That is satisfactory.”

“I’ll make a pumpkin pie too. Completely vegetarian, no worries.”

“I am not,” Spock assured him.

Jim picked up a few other things, checked out, and they made their way back home just as the sky opened up and started to rain.

“Ha!” Jim declared triumphantly. “We made it. Barely, but it counts.”

Spock turned toward the window as it started to downpour. “It does indeed count.”

“Now, let’s get this stuff put away so we can snuggle under the covers upstairs.”

“And perhaps a little more than snuggling.”

Jim laughed. “Yeah, okay. You found me out. Way more than snuggling.

Our time here is peaceful and uneventful for the most part. I believe if we spent more than the allotted time here, Jim would become extremely bored. Even now I see at time that he stares off into nothingness, often with a wistful look on his face.

Having experienced so much uncertainly and danger on missions that have risked all our lives, I find this extended version of shore leave quite appreciated.

My final bit of news is that I have made the discovery that Jim and I share an ancient revered bond. We are Telsu. T’hy’la.

It all makes a lot of what I have experienced and felt make more sense.

It is fitting that this is the time of year to be thankful, because I can only be filled with gratitude for Jim and for your urging of me to advise him how I felt. For that and your endless love, support and kindness, I thank you.

I have informed him I am writing to you, so he sends his best, and advised he looks forward to the reunion of our family on the Enterprise.

I am likewise pleased that your relationship with Mr. Scott is progressing at a satisfactory pace.

I must go now, as he has asked for my assistance with the pumpkin pie.

With great affection,

Spock

November 22, 2019

Hmm

So I am contemplating my next song fic. Don’t get too excited as I don’t know when it will be written.

But I am torn between two songs being the next one. Now I’ll probably write both at the end of the day (meaning eventually) so I guess which order doesn’t really matter.

Nothing Compares to U – obviously the most famous version is by Sinead. But the song is originally from Prince. Anyway it would get a Spirkian flavor of course.

Here With Me – by Dido.

This gives you a chance to look up the songs if you don’t know them. I’ll take votes for which one will go next.

Now technically my December flashes are “song” fics since I am using holiday titles for each day.

November 20, 2019

Try to Remember

More OMS

Though there was much Spock did not recall about his previous life still, he was beginning to remember larger pieces, thanks in part to melds with Jim as well as ‘reminder’ stories from Jim and others, including Spock’s parents.

And though Jim seemed more reluctant to travel these days, he still accompanied Spock on a trip back to his home planet of Vulcan.

Spock had relayed that Jim did not have to accompany him if he preferred not to, but Jim had balked at that, getting that look on his face that was a cross between disappointment, resignation, irritation, and indulgence. Spock didn’t know anyone else who wore that expression, but it seemed to be a favorite of Jim’s.

“No,” Jim had said. “I’m coming.”

Spock was glad, though, because he’d had no particular fondness for making the trip by himself. It was reported that his mother was not well and might not live much longer. Having Jim by his side was desirable under those circumstances, but he would rather Jim was comfortable than not, which was why he did say that Jim could avoid it if desired.

Jim was quiet on the shuttle ride there, and though Spock was not entirely certain, given his patchy memory, he suspected that was not usual for him.

“You are pensive,” he finally said.

Jim glanced at him, a small toothless smile appearing. “Am I? I don’t mean to be.”

Spock hesitated. “If your preference was to stay in San Francisco, I would have made no objection.”

Jim shook his head. “Not at all. I’m just…my parents have already passed on, and now, maybe your mother.”

“Yes.”

Jim shrugged. “Makes me think more about…mortality, I suppose.”

“You fear death?”

The smile grew crooked. “It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.”

“Marcus Aurelius.”

“Yes,” Jim said, seeming surprised Spock could remember that.

Spock supposed it was surprising. “I do not think you need to worry about a life not well-lived, Jim.”

“Perhaps not. Anyway, I know that I will die alone.”

“And how do you know this?”

“A feeling.”

Spock wondered where he himself would be that Jim would die alone, but decided not to dwell on this rather morbid declaration at this time. There we other considerations.

“Likewise, I do not think that my mother has any regrets for the life she has led.”

“No,” Jim agreed. “I imagine not. Still, when she does pass, I’m not sure how your dad will handle it.”

“I suppose he will handle it like a Vulcan.”

Jim snorted at that, though Spock did not know why. “How about you, Spock? Will you be all right?”

“One expects one’s parent to die before them.”

Jim sighed. He got that look again. “Yeah I know.”

There was no one else around them on the shuttle and Spock found himself reaching over to take Jim’s hand. Jim glanced at him in surprise, but he willingly took Spock’s hand in his.

“If you are by my side, T’hy’la, I can handle anything.”

Jim swallowed, nodded, and squeezed Spock’s hands. “You have no idea how much I needed to hear that. Thank you, Spock. And I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. Not without you.”

“Good. Then we are agreed. And whatever we face on Vulcan, it will be together.”

“Always.”

Jim leaned against him then and fell asleep and though there was much that was still lost to Spock, this-this was not. And he was filled with gratitude.

November 20, 2019

Sneak Peek

Because you are my friends as well as readers on here, I thought I’d be very nice to you (after being mean on The Mysterious One) and give you a sneak peek of a holiday flash coming up. What story is this? Well you will have to wait to find out.

PS. Yes I know the shuttles probably don’t work like planes, I’m going with it!

Jim hadn’t wanted to come to Riverside for the winter break. He’d told his mother no. At least a dozen times. But then he had nothing else to do. Nothing. Bones was going home to Georgia for two weeks with his daughter and to see his dad, and though Bones had invited him, Jim felt like he’d be an outsider.

And then Spock, who he’d hoped to maybe spend some time with, to, um, make it clear he liked the Vulcan more than as a buddy, had declared he was going to Vulcan to visit with his parents. There had been no specific invitation there and Jim would have turned it down anyway.

Mom would be returning on the same day to Riverside from having visited with Sam and his family for the last month or so in Toronto.

From San Francisco to Riverside, Spock would be riding the shuttle with him. Spock had a short meeting at the shipyard there and then he would be taking another shuttle direct to Vulcan.

Just before they were due to land, the pilot had advised them that Riverside was experiencing a significant snow storm.

Spock eyed Jim. “I hope that does not mean what I think it means.”

Jim grimaced and took a chance, reaching over to pat his friend’s hand. Yeah Vulcan’s didn’t like touching. Except, well, Spock didn’t seem to mind it too much from him.

“I’m thinking it means what you think. Your shuttle won’t be leaving for Vulcan, Spock. Not today.”

Sure enough, when they landed and departed their shuttle, the boards were filled with cancelations to every single destination.

Jim stood next to Spock as they surveyed the information.

“Sorry, Spock. Looks like you’ll be stuck here. At least overnight.”

“It would seem so. Wasn’t your mother due to return on the shuttle from Toronto?”

Jim followed his gaze to the cancellation board for arrivals. “Uh-oh.”

November 19, 2019

Thought it Would Be Fun (Updated 12/07/2019)

to show you the titles and appropriate pairings I have written for the first ten December flashes (Hanukkah does not start until something like December 22, so don’t worry if you are reading this and wonder if it will all be only Christmas, it won’t be). So…without further ado

December 01 – Comfort and Joy (God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen) – AOS Spirk

December 02 – Silent Night – AOS Spirk

December 03 – Pretty Paper – AOS Spirk

December 04 – It Came Upon a Midnight Clear – AOS Spirk, Sorta OMSish

December 05 – Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer – AOS Spirk Academy Fic

December 06 – Ding Dong Merrily on High – AOS Spirk Fall Guys

December 06 – Jingle Bells – AOS Spirk Alternate

December 07 – All I Want for Christmas is You – TOS Spirk

December 08 – I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus – AOS Spirk

December 09 – Twelve Days of Christmas – AOS Spirk

December 10 – In Dulci Jubilo – Pinto

December 11 – Joy to the World – AOS Spirk

December 12 – Here Comes Santa Claus – AOS SPirk

December 13 – Let it Snow – AOS SpirkFall Guys

December 13 – Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas – AOS OMS Sorta

December 14 – Here We Come a Wassailing – Pinto (Regency)

December 15 – Santa Claus is Coming to Town – AOS Spirk Academy

December 16 – It’s Marshmallow World – TOS OMS

December 17 – Blue Christmas – Pinto

December 18 – Winter Wonderland – AOS Starfleet Academy

December 19 – I’ll Be Home for Christmas – AOS Spirk, Sorta OMSish

December 20 –It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year (Fall Guys AOS)

December 20 – White Christmas (TOS OMS)

December 21 – I Have a Little a Dreidel – TOS Spirk

December 22 – Hanukkah, Oh Hanukkah – TOS OMS

December 23 – O Christmas Tree – Pinto

December 24 – There’s No Place Like Home for the Holidays – AOS Spirk

December 25 – We Wish You a Merry Christmas – AOS Spirk

This List is Complete

November 17, 2019

Flash Fic, November 15, 2019 (Fall Guys)

NSFW

Jim woke in the darkness feeling restless and horny. Not that unusual really. Spock slept beside him, his heavy limbs still partially covering him. And Spock sleeping beside him is what made him this way.

They hadn’t done much more than hand jobs and blow jobs because Spock was being very careful. But Jim had discovered Spock had this amazing self-lubricating cock he was just dying to try out.

Maneuvering himself on the bed, he got his sleep shorts off and then the ties of the sleeping robe Spock wore undone. He pushed Spock gently until he was lying on his back, legs slightly parted. The Vulcan was half hard already and Jim decided he’d see to it that he got Spock hard the rest of way.

He placed himself between Spock’s spread thighs and opened his mouth over the tip of Spock’s thickening penis.

Spock came awake instantly as his cock hardened fully in Jim’s mouth.

“Jim,” Spock moaned. His fingers reached down to thread in Jim’s hair as he pushed himself deeper with Jim’s mouth.

This…they had done. But this time Jim wanted more.

He rolled Spock’s testicles between his thumb and forefinger, adjusting his gag reflexes the further Spock thrust into him and just when he knew Spock was becoming almost unbearable aroused, he pulled his mouth off Spock’s engorged member.

“Jim,” Spock whined.

“Ssh. I know. I have something else in mind.”

He stretched across Spock to reach for the tube he’d left on the bedside table and squeezed a small amount out.

“Ashaya…”

“It’s okay.”

“But—”

Jim shoved his lubricated fingers into his own hole. His erection jumped eagerly as his digits moved within himself, preparing himself to take that big Vulcan cock.

When he thought it was enough, he straddled either side of Spock’s legs.

Spock stopped him just as he was about to lower himself down. “Are-are you sure, Jim?”

“Yes, babe. I’m sure. Trust me. Want you so much.”

Spock, instead of letting Jim go, helped him to lower his ass down onto Spock’s hard throbbing member. They both let out needy moans as Spock became fully embedded within him.

“Spock, oh my…”

“Yes, Ashaya, you-you feel so good.”

Spock pounded up into him, holding Jim down as he thrust up, hard and deep. When Spock’s hand wrapped around Jim’s erection, he mewled.

“I can’t-I can’t stop…”

“Do not,” Spock urged.

Jim gasped, his whole body vibrating as pleasure coursed through him. He released all over Spock and himself, jisms of spunk splattering everywhere. With just a few more thrusts, Spock spilled into him, crying out hoarsely.

After Jim collapsed on him, Spock held him tightly.

“Are you certain you are all right, Jim?”

Jim chuckled. “Lost a few brain cells, but yes. You?”

Spock was quiet for a moment, and the said, almost reverently, “I am amazing.”

“Yeah you are.”

“While I appreciate the sentiment, that is not my intent. I have…never felt such…contentment…with anyone. I am so thoroughly captivated by you I cannot and will not imagine any circumstances that do not have us together for the rest of our lives.”

Jim leaned up to gaze at him. “Me too. I’ve loved you for so long, this hardly feels real.”

“It is the same for me.” Spock paused. “T’hy’la.”

Jim smiled. It whispered around him, warmed him, like a secret embrace. “I like that word. It’s…”

“You. Me. Us. You are my mate, now and always.”

His smile widened. His gaze went to the window. “Looks cold and windy today. How about we spend the day in bed, just being together.”

“I can think of nothing I want more.”

November 15, 2019

Ramblings November 14, 2019

In the ongoing saga of our garage door…

Despite the idiotic company screwing up the measurements of our non-standard garage door and vowing it would only take another 3 weeks from that date (October 23, which was yesterday November 13), he now says they won’t receive it until November 29th. That’s well over three weeks by anyone’s math. So now we are talking December. The garage was broken into on August 23rd for anyone taking notes. I am so over garage doors and garage door companies. Never ever use this company, they suck bad. It’s discouraging to say the least.

And speaking of discouraging, I discovered fraud charges on another of my credit cards, and now am forced to go through the process of disputing the charges as fraud through forms etc. while they do an “investigation”. Lovely.

Then the brother and his wife (I do not get along with them, FYI) are here from out of state and are gracing us with their presence on Sunday evening. Yippee.

And I have dinner at the cousin’s place on Saturday. Double yippee.

In actual good news I have the entire week off of Thanksgiving. That’s definitely something to look forward to.

Now that Transfer Request is finished, I am back to working on those pesky December flashes! That’s where my energies are right now.

November 14, 2019

Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Fan Fiction and Personal Ramblings

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