I am thinking…just thinking at this point…mind you…of doing the 25 Days of Christmas/Holidays on my blog from December 01-25. Every Friday would still be related to my other guys as we’ve already discussed, so this would be a holiday flash for every other day in December through the 25th.
IF there is an interest.
IF there is, and there’s anything specific you’d like to see here for those days, IF they happen, please let me know in the comments.
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.
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.
We had a smashing time at the Hollywood Bowl and John Williams appeared himself. A spry 87 year old.
Of course probably his most famous music is Star Wars (even though he also wrote ET, Jaws, and Raiders of the Lost Ark among many others), and so naturally all the Star Wars Geeks were there with their light sabers.
A fun time was had by all. And we may have gotten a little smashed. I have a big time hangover.
As you know I went a little nuts and started Cadet Ashayam on AO3. Hope to get another chapter up this coming week as well as Didn’t We Almost Have it All, The Space in My Bed, and we will see what else.
It’s hot here but at least we aren’t facing a hurricane. My friend J keeps sending me stuff on Earthquakes, the latest one telling me that a previously thought dormant faultline under LA is not so dormant! Good times. It’s all kind of fascinating really. There’s so much we don’t know about this planet.
Still working on getting the garage door fixed. It’s a long and developing project/thing. Hopefully by the end of September we will have a lovely new garage door! Sheesh.
I still have flashes and OMS etc to write too but with my head pounding today who knows. We also invited the cousin over for shrimp kabobs later.
Anyhow, that’s it in my world right now. Hope yours is stable, cool and healthy
Jim Kirk was late to a young woman he’d been set up to meet. It wasn’t something he had been looking forward to, honestly, but the woman was the daughter of a friend of his mother’s and Jim’s mom had been pestering him in messages to get it over with.
“If you don’t like her, you won’t have to see her again.”
Yeah, sure. Jim sighed.
So he was dashing down the corridor in the science building, using it as a shortcut actually, to get across campus faster and to the coffee place where Denise was supposed to be waiting.
Commander Marius was coming out of an office to the side. She stopped when she spotted Jim.
“Cadet Kirk.”
“Commander.” He knew it would be rude not to stop.
“Have you seen Commander Spock?”
Jim wished. He had a big time crush on the Vulcan. Unrequited, unfortunately.
“No, ma’am.”
She sighed. “If you happen to, tell him Pike wants to see him. I can’t find him anywhere.”
“Will do.” He watched her continue down the hall and out of the science building. It was the middle of the day, so Jim assumed no one thought Spock would have simply gone home, but it was Jim’s experience, you just never knew. With a shrug, he continued on.
“Mister Kirk.”
Jim stopped, turned around, and looked. He saw no one. He made to keep walking.
“Jimmy!”
What the hell? No one called him that except his mother and Bones when he was trying to be funny. Oh, and that asshole, Finnegan. Suddenly an arm shot out, grabbed him and pulled him through an open door.
“Hey! What—”
Holding on to him was Commander Spock, dressed, rather sloppily, in his black instructor uniform.
“Is she gone?”
Jim stared at him, dumbfounded, trying to wrap his brain around the fact Spock had just called him ‘Jimmy’. “Who?”
“Marius.”
“Oh. Yeah. She went back that way. Did you want me to—?”
“No. I cannot see her right now. Or Captain Pike.”
Jim angled his head. “Are you all right?”
“Negative. I received a gift today and…has anyone ever advised you that your eyes are the most amazing color? Like the ocean. I could stare into them for hours.”
“Uh. Well. As-as flattering as that is, um, what?”
Spock clutched him, drawing him over to Spock’s desk. “A gift. I received this.” He pointed.
“An empty box?”
“Yes. No.” Spock drew Jim closer and put his arm around Jim. Jim’s heart was actually thundering hard in his chest. “There are so many different shades of blue in your irises.”
Jim licked his lips. “Um. The box?”
“It was chocolate,” Spock blurted out loudly. Then dropped his voice to a whisper. “A box of chocolates. Sent by my mother. I was not to indulge in them at school, however, I-I found myself tempted.”
“Your mom sent you chocolates?”
“For my birthday. Yes. They are tradition between us because I am almost as fond of them as I am of you, but I wasn’t to eat them here. But I had one and before I knew it, I had…eaten them all.”
Jim blew out a breath. Spock blew back at him. It wasn’t funny. Okay it was. And Jim couldn’t help it. He laughed. “You’re drunk, huh?”
“It is not exactly drinking. It is…under the influence. But not drunk. Not the way you get drunk, certainly, ashayam.”
Jim laughed again. “I swear you are cuter than anyone I’ve ever met in my life.”
“The feeling is quite mutual, I assure you.” Spock blew on Jim’s face again. “I need you to see that I make it safely to my apartment without incident or dire circumstances, Cadet Ashayam.”
Shoot. He was supposed to be meeting Dianne or Denise, honestly, he’d forgotten which it was. But taking care of Spock before he became irreparably embarrassed was surely more important. He supposed he could contact one of Spock’s friends, but, well, Jim was already here, wasn’t he?”
“Okay, yeah. I think it’s definitely best to get you home. You can deal with Pike tomorrow.”
Spock was now staring at him, looking straight into Jim’s eyes. “I very much desire to kiss you.”
“Well. Again. I’m flattered. Really. But right now you aren’t thinking like yourself.”
“You do not want to kiss me?”
“Beyond belief,” Jim admitted. “But you’re under the influence and saying stuff you don’t mean, and I’m going to make sure you get home. Okay?”
“Very well, Cadet Ashayam.”
Jim walked with him to the door of the office. He wondered where Spock was hiding when Marius came to look for him, but decided not to ask, he’d let Spock have his secrets. He peered out.
“Looks like the coast is clear,” he announced.
“Then the clouds that came in earlier have dissipated?” Spock asked.
Jim choked. “Yeah. Yeah, honey. Come on.”
“Wait.” Spock clutched his collar.
“What?”
“You called me honey. Did that not warrant we engage in kissing?”
“No. Come on. And stop distracting me with your cuteness.” Jim got Spock into the corridor and then moved with him quickly down the hallway to the exit door. He pushed the door open and hurried them outside.
Spock tilted his head up to look up at the sky. “You are wrong, Jimmy. The clouds are still here.”
He chuckled. “So, they are. Let’s go, Commander.”
He knew where Spock lived. Not because he’d been stalking him or anything. But well…there’d been a time or two when he’d considered just knocking on Spock’s apartment door and saying, “Hey, do you wanna?” More eloquently, of course.
So he managed to get the Vulcan professor down the street and to his apartment building without much trouble. Spock almost fell into an open manhole once but Jim pulled him back.
“You saved me,” Spock said, staring in awe at Jim.
“Well. Um. You know.” Jim knew he was blushing. Stupid fair skin. He hustled Spock away from that scene and to the building. Spock lived on the fourth floor, so Jim got them into the lift and up to that floor. “Door fob?”
Spock held out his hand but when Jim went to take it, Spock closed his hand over Jim’s. He wrapped his index and middle fingers around Jim’s. “We are now kissing.”
Jim’s jaw dropped. “What?”
“A Vulcan kiss,” Spock said somewhat breathlessly.
Jim laughed and rolled his eyes. “Come on. Behave. You are so going to hate yourself in the morning.” He snatched the fob and opened the door, pulling Spock through and into the apartment. The lights came on with the movement.
He brought Spock over to the sofa.
“Sit down. I’ll make you some tea and then you’re going to sleep it off. How long does this usually last anyway?”
“Only a few hours.”
“Good. I just need to send a message to someone and then I’ll make your tea. You stay there.”
He took out his PADD and went into Spock’s kitchen to get the water ready for tea. While he waited he sent a message off to Denise, that was it, to tell her he was sorry he couldn’t make it, and he’d be unable to reschedule.
Because well…he hoped there was a reason he couldn’t.
He finished the tea and brought it out to the living room, but Spock was already asleep on the couch. Jim shrugged. He could just leave, he guessed, since Spock was out. But well, he didn’t want to, and maybe someone should keep an eye on Spock anyway.
So he sat in a chair nearby and decided to study. He drank the tea. It was kind of weird, but not bad. And when Spock woke up later, Jim hoped he’d be glad to see him.
Tomorrow, the next chapter of The Vulcan Who Fell to the Earth (Stranded 3) will be going up.
Friday is one of my absolute favorite flashes I have written lately (maybe ever). Had so much fun with it.
Then comes up the long weekend. Hollywood Bowl is Saturday and family stuff and chilling and dealing with all the garage stuff. I am going to be working on getting November Friday Flashes settled. So don’t expect much in the way of updates over the weekend.
Next up in updates for next week are Didn’t We Almost Have it All and The Space in My Bed. Friday, September 06th begins the start of September’s Song Flashes. Wednesday will also have the continuation of the Wednesday flashes.
I had thoughts of taking a different walk around for my Walk With Me post for August, but I just didn’t get the chance. Life got in the way. I did do a post earlier in the month, so we’ll see what I can do with the walks in September.
Also in the month of September I will be experimenting with cheesecake recipes. (Plain New York Style this time)
In general what do I have to do writing-wise, I still need to finish my OMS story (don’t expect anything long folks) so it’s ready for November, and get cracking on that Christmas Jim/Prime story. I still haven’t decided if there will be other Christmas/Holiday related fare other than a few flashes. We’ll see if inspiration strikes. There may be a sequel in there somewhere for How to Survive the Winter Break With a Vulcan Instructor.
PS. My Devotion was updated
And so another multiple part flash begins
“Do not be ridiculous, Nyota. I am most certainly not in love with the captain.”
Nyota smirked at Spock. “No?”
“Of course not. He is my friend and superior officer and that is it.”
They had been approaching her quarters when she had made the suggestion that he viewed their captain with a lot more than just friendly affection. They stepped inside, Spock glad they were no longer in the corridor where anyone could hear them.
“You two are practically joined at the hip. He can’t stop touching you and you let him. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”
Spock paused as he took a seat on the sofa in her room. “Does that bother you?”
“No.” She went to her wardrobe. “I mean sure it did a little when we were still together, but honestly, that was part of why I ended our romantic relationship.” She unzipped her dress.
“You did not tell me this.”
“Spock, at the time I was dealing with the end of our love. Well, that kind of love. If you couldn’t figure out it was Kirk you loved, why should I tell you?” Nyota slipped out of her uniform dress and pulled on a robe, which she tied at the waist. “But now it’s been months, Spock, and you still haven’t faced the truth.”
Spock thought about his interactions with the captain. He did look upon Jim with a great deal of affection, but surely it was just as a…a friend.
“Do you remember how jealous you got at that bar on Fenrah 2? You actually put yourself between Kirk and that woman.”
“Her intentions were questionable in nature and as first officer—”
“She just wanted to fuck him, Spock.”
“It was my duty to protect him from harm.”
“Honey, you are a very logical being. Think about it. Think deep. Your wanting to protect him from paramours has nothing to do with your duty. You want him for yourself and you hate the idea of anyone else with him.”
Spock opened his mouth, closed it. Was it true? His counterpart had implied he was close with his captain, but he had never said…of course he was quite tight-lipped. And Spock had been with Nyota. There had been no reason to believe their timeline would necessarily mirror the ambassador’s.
“You’re always defending him to others, too. And Spock, you aren’t at all comfortable with anyone else touching you except him.” She sat beside him and smiled. “And me, of course. But I’m your former lover and he’s the one you want now. It makes sense.”
Spock swallowed heavily. “How do I…but he does not…”
Nyota laughed. “Oh yes he does. Trust me. He’s crazy about you.”
“I do not know how to have that conversation.”
“You’ll find a way, Spock.”
Tomorrow you can look for a new flash for Wednesday (continuing yes) and the next chapter of My Devotion, as I finished it today.
In case you wonder, we have filed a claim with the insurance. We have to send in forms, etc. But we might get a little bit of money from them. We shall see. I’ll keep you posted if anyone is interested.
In the meantime, we are moving forward with getting estimates for the garage door to be replaced with a new one. Have an estimate coming tomorrow and Wednesday after work. We’d like to get this done sooner rather than later, so that’s the plan.
Thanks everyone!
