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Flash Fic, September 11, 2019

Does Our Clueless Vulcan Begin to Get a Clue?

“Could we cut out the bridge chatter?”

Spock straightened away from Nyota who had motioned him over to her station so that she could ask him what was wrong. He exchanged a look with her before stepping away.

“My apologies, Captain,” Spock said coolly, returning to his science station.

Jim waved that away. “Wasn’t just you.”

Sulu and Chekov rather pointedly stared straight ahead.

“Mr. Chekov, you’re part of the landing party. Lieutenant Uhura, please have Doctor McCoy, Mr. Hendorff, and Mr. Scott meet us at the transporter room.” Jim rose from his chair and headed for the turbolift, following by Chekov. “You have the command, Spock.”

“Captain.”

He stopped but didn’t turn around. “Yeah?”

“During our prior meetings regarding this mission, it was concluded that I would be an asset on the landing party.”

“I’ve decided to have Chekov in your place. He could use the science experience.” Jim turned then to gaze at Spock, expression schooled and blank. “Is that a problem, Mister Spock?”

“No, Captain.”

Jim nodded and entered the turbolift as did Chekov and the doors closed.

Nyota approached him. “What was that?”

Spock exhaled. “I do not know.”

Much later after the landing party returned, Spock went to the medbay. Surprisingly, it was not Jim who had been injured, but Chekov and Hendorff. But Jim stood by the biobed next to the ensign while McCoy examined him.

“Reporting, Captain. The situation is stable.”

“Good,” the captain replied. “You okay, Chekov?”

“Yes, sir.”

Without even looking in Spock’s direction, Jim went over to the biobed with Hendorff. Nurse Chapel was with him. Spock followed.

“Good work down there, Lieutenant.”

“Glad to be of service, Captain.”

“Extra service today.”

“Oh?” Spock asked politely.

Hendorff shrugged. “Nothing, Commander. They were just going to take the captain hostage and I prevented it.”

“And got injured in the process,” Jim added. “I’ll put an accommodation in your file. How is he?” He directed this at Chapel.

“He’ll be fine. Few days of rest, he’ll be good as new.”

Jim smiled and nodded, turning away and heading for the exit.

Spock followed.

Jim stopped just outside the medbay doors turning, toward him/ “I’m off duty so I’m headed for my quarters.”

“You definitely could use some rest.”

“Yeah. Why aren’t you on the bridge?”

“Mr. Sulu is in charge at the moment, but I’m on my way there. Chess later?”

The captain didn’t respond at first and Spock got the oddest feeling he was counting to ten in his head. But then he very slowly let out a breath.

“Okay. Sure. Why not? Twenty-one hundred. My quarters.”

“I will be there.”

Jim started to turn away, but then stopped. “You know what? Scratch that. How about the rec room instead?”

“The…rec room?” They had not played chess there in months. Jim preferred relaxing in his quarts and frankly, so did Spock.

“Yeah. We should socialize more with the crew, I think. Put in an appearance of a united front. That kind of thing.”

“As you wish, Captain.”

Jim offered him a smile but it was brittle and Spock knew with absolute certainty he had failed some kind of Kirk test.

September 11, 2019

Lost it

Yes my head

I said something about finishing The Ties That Bind. Er…I finished THAT story on August 15th! Lord save me from myself.

Really what is up next for updates is the kid story, Our So-Called Life. So, once I do the new chapter of Stranded 3 and Orchestral Maneuvers, THAT will be next.

None of that will be done before I finish September, October and November. The very good news is I have ONE story left for October. And one conclusion to write on the Wednesday flashes appearing this month. Then I move onto November. The Friday flashes for November are done but none of the Wednesday ones (4 of those). But I did finish my AOS OMS story to debut on AOS in November. Wooh.

Then one more quarter of my brain will be restored and I will have 3/4s to work on other stuff. Yah….

September 9, 2019

Okay, I Know. One More

If you can stand one more post from me…

I expect my current continuing Wednesday flashes to be done by the end of September. So…

In October, Wednesday flashes will be taken over by Autumn/Halloween themed flashes, beginning October 02 and continuing through October 30. I will try not to make them too spooky. I have already written and scheduled the October 02 and October 09 and can advise that the first is not scary at all, though the second one might be to the fainted-hearted. Anyway, you can look forward to those.

In November, in honor of OMS month (Old Married Spirk), Wednesdays flashes will be taken over by the TOS Spirk guys from November 06-November 27 (Wednesdays).

Decembers will be…well yeah, 25 Days of Christmas/Holidays. Ugh. LOL.

I will revisit what I will do for flashes for 2020 in January. But this is your notification for the rest of the year. And yes, I might be insane. But you knew that.

September 6, 2019

You Sang to Me, Flash Fic September 06, 2019

Today’s Song Inspirations is You Sang to Me by Marc Anthony

Jim woke up with a bitch of a headache. He supposed that was what he got for trying to drown his feelings in far too much alcohol.

Lying in the bed next to him, head currently turned in the other direction so Jim couldn’t see his face, was his first officer.

Spock.

And wasn’t that an interesting end to the night. Morning. Whatever.

The sliding glass door of the hotel room was open and Jim could hear the waves lapping against the shore from his place on the bed.

Damn, he loved shore leave.

He hadn’t before, to be honest. Spock had to talk him into even going on shore leave, and worse than that, Spock hadn’t intended to go. Until Jim had called him down.

Spock came too.

Jim had needed…well Spock, actually. The comfort of Spock. Jim didn’t know when Spock had become that for him, but he didn’t question it.

Jim had been sitting in the hotel bar, drinking way too much, and alone besides, when he’d checked his messages and saw one from his mom. Frank had died. And wow, that had filled him with a dozen different feelings.

Suddenly he hadn’t wanted to be alone. Not at all. And he’d taken out his communicator and stared at the contact for Leonard McCoy.

But no. Bones wouldn’t do it.

He’d wanted Spock. Needed him. More than taking his own next breath, he’d wanted the man, er Vulcan, he loved more than anything or anyone in the entire Universe, there with him.

Spock had made it there, too, in under ten minutes. Jim had timed him while he anxiously waited.

Jim had fallen into Spock’s startled arms, letting loose of a billion different feelings. Crying and sniveling all over the Vulcan, until Spock got him out of the bar and back to his hotel room, making him coffee, and listening, quite patiently, to every word Jim said.

Spock had been unexpectedly philosophical, speaking of life, truth, and being free. And Jim was. He was free of Frank and all the memories at last.

Then as Spock lapsed into silence, suddenly seeming to be out of words, Jim looked deep into those brown eyes and his heart nearly beat out of his chest.

“You…”

“Jim?”

“I can’t believe I didn’t realize.”

“Realize?”

Jim had risen from where he sat in a chair and rushed at Spock. The Vulcan, to his credit, had not moved away. He stood his ground and stared right back at Jim.

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

And Spock kissed back. Boy did he ever kiss back.

Jim had felt so much love, so much passion. Even now he could hardly believe he’d never seen it in Spock’s eyes before, because it definitely was there.

So much so that it was as if Spock sang to him.

Jim carefully rose from the bed, trying not to disturb Spock after the night they’d had, and took a few steps over to the door that led outside. He had no clothes on, but no one could see him from where he stood. All that was around them was the ocean of the planet where they had shore leave. Jim had chosen this particular room for that reason. No one around him at all.

It promised to be a beautiful sunny day. Made more beautiful with the realization that Spock returned every one of Jim’s feelings. And more, perhaps.

Best of all, there was just the slightest buzz in his brain that had nothing to do with the hangover. It flickered, warmed, and then lit up, as the Vulcan himself opened his eyes.

Jim turned toward the bed. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, Jim.” Spock sat up, wiping his face with his hand. “You are standing before the open door with no clothes on.”

“Yep.”

Spock looked uncertain. “Jim, I—”

“You can’t take it back,” Jim said in a rush.

That earned him that famous raised eyebrow. “I did not intend to take it back.”

“Good. Because I’m crazy for your love. Okay.” He laughed. “Maybe just crazy. But damn, Spock, you’re amazing. And when you melded us—”

“You are all right?”

“More than. You live inside me now.” Jim exhaled. “I feel it. I feel you. And all that you feel. And I never want to be without that, without you…again.”

He returned to the bed then, to kiss Spock, because his beautiful love was looking vaguely befuddled, and it was such an endearing look. He kissed him thoroughly.

“I’m hopelessly in love with you.”

“That is indeed excellent news because as you are keenly aware, I love you as well.”

Oh yeah, he was. Every time Spock thrust within him, he had punctuated it with “I love you”. It was glorious. Jim would remember it for all his days.

“However—”

Jim stopped those words with his fingers, shaking his head.

“If you were incapacitated due to alcohol—”

“No. I wasn’t. You had sobered me up enough. I fully consented. And since we still have three more fantastic days of shore leave, I intend to full consent frequently.”

Spock’s lips twitched. “I did not anticipate an eagerness to engage in shore leave.”

Jim cupped Spock’s jaw as he leaned in for another kiss. “I’m sorry I didn’t see what was right in front of me until now.”

“It was in front of both of us.” Spock started to push him down on the bed.

“Wait! How about outside, on the beach? No one is around.”

“Sand between our cheeks?” Spock shook his head. “No. Perhaps a walk later after you have decided to rest from your consenting.”

Jim grinned. “You’re on. Sing to me.”

Spock frowned. “Sing, Captain? But I lack the skills associated with—”

Jim laughed and drew him down for a kiss. He didn’t let him up for air for quite some time.

September 6, 2019

Thursday Rambles and Updates

I’m working on other updates (getting my Fall Spirk’s flashes done through November, I got next Wednesday’s flash done, and there are some other things I’d like to get taken care of writing-wise) so this basically means a short wait for the next AO3 update, which will be The Space in My Bed, before another update for Stranded 3. Those might be pushed to Sunday and beyond into next week. But you can expect the first song flash tomorrow.

Saturday afternoon and evening I will be at the sister’s. She’s having wood floors put into her house next week so we’re going there Saturday to help her pack some stuff up as a result. We’ll have dinner and sit out on her patio afterward. We will consider it the last hurrah of Summer even though we can expect it to remain quite warm here.

Still working on the garage door stuff. We had the last estimate yesterday of four estimates. We’ve submitted everything to insurance and are just waiting. All these places have to order a door which can take additional weeks until we can get it done so we are hoping we can get that ordered soon. Nothing is ever simple, is it?

So I’m going to be slowing down a bit on AO3 updates so I can get all the stuff done on here too. So please bear with me. I have just two chapters left of Didn’t We Almost Have it All (And I absolutely know how I want to end it) and though I could write on them forever, on the other hand, it’s not fair to those who want their firm happy ending. So look for that soonish as well as the ending of The Ties That Bind and possibly Nine Lives. All good things must come to an end, don’t you think? So while I work on millions of other things, look for those too. Hopefully I can keep my sanity!

September 5, 2019

Flash Wednesday, September 04, 2019

As you will see, things do not go so well for our clueless Vulcan. Wonder what’s up!

After he left Nyota’s quarters, Spock went to their captain’s, but there had been no answer. Spock felt a mixture of relief and disappointment. He was not certain he was at all prepared to acknowledge the possibility that Nyota’s speculation might be correct. But he also found those occasions when he spent time with the captain to be preferable to making do with merely himself.

He had not made any specific plans to see Jim, however, anticipating spending his evening with Nyota, so he had no right to feel that Jim should have been there to see Spock.

The next morning, Spock stopped by the captain’s quarters as was his usual practice on the way to the mess for breakfast. There was no response to his attempt to rouse his captain.

With a slight frown, Spock stepped over to the computer on the wall. “Computer, locate Captain James Kirk.”

“Captain Kirk is in the mess room, Deck 7.”

Spock knew that he was not late, but knowing Jim’s sleep patterns were often not ideal, he made his way to Deck 7 and the mess.

There he found Jim sitting in a corner at a table reserved for only two, which was not at all his usual practice. But as Spock approached, Jim’s gaze flicked up to Spock’s face and it gave Spock no little pause.

There was absolute blankness there. Not sorrow, not anger, not happiness. No emotion at all. Which was also unlike Jim.

Still, Spock was used to both having breakfast with Jim and his mood swings, so he made to take the seat opposite Jim.

“Good morning, Captain.”

He expected Jim’s usual banter or perhaps a reminder to call him Jim, but instead he got a curt, “Commander.”

Spock’s uneasiness grew, but he quelled it for the moment. “I was surprised you had already left for breakfast.”

“Were you?”

“You generally wait for me.”

The captain nodded. “Didn’t feel the need. And I’m done, actually, so if you’ll excuse me…”

His gaze swept over Jim’s mostly untouched food. Jim never left food. Not long after their fight with Krall, while still on Yorktown, Jim had confessed to Spock one night over chess that he’d been on Tarsus and wasting food was anathema to him.

“Jim…”

But the captain was standing and pushing back his chair. “I’ll see you the bridge, Mister Spock.”

Spock nodded, tamping down his unease once more. “Chess to—”

“No.”

“You are busy?”

“No. I just don’t want to. Bridge, Mister Spock.”

And then Jim was gone and Spock was left staring at his uneaten food.

September 4, 2019

Beginning of September Walk With Me 09/02/2019

It’s Labor Day and what better time for the first Walk With Me in September? These pictures are still from my neighborhood, just a bit of a different route than I generally take.