Throw back to 2009 Star Trek as it’s been ten years
Hello friends
I am still working on flashes, including one for Memorial Day, which will be posted on that Monday. In addition I want to finish all of Junes.
Next up to update is The Swap, so as soon as I can get to it, I’ll give it a shot.
I have the first chapter of a new fiction that is, untitled, based on JJ’s idea. I don’t know when I will be posting it but…um…soon.
This weekend is, of course, Mother’s Day, here in the US. We are taking the 92 year old mother to Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse, a favorite place for all of us. Merry making will be had. That’s at 3:30 on Sunday.
That’s about it, though. Oh. Once The Swap is updated, the next one will be My Heart’s a Virgin.
The time had come to interfere,
clearly. Spock had tolerated it this long for the sake of both not making a scene
and because it was a diplomatic mission with a planet considering become part
of the Federation.
But even Spock had his limits.
Perula, the high exulted ruler of the
planet, had taken an extreme liking to Spock’s captain. And the captain also
happened to be Spock’s husband. So seeing Perula’s hands all over Jim for the
last several hours had become quite intolerable even for him. And when she had grabbed Jim’s arm and dragged
him toward a private alcove, that had been more than enough.
He straightened from the wall.
“Spock,” Nyota hissed. “Where are you
going?”
“After my mate.”
“The mission—”
Spock ignored her and went down the short
hall to where Perula had taken his captain.
Sure enough Perula had her arms draped
around Jim’s neck. But before Spock could say a word, one of Perula’s soldiers
came from the other direction and pulled Jim viciously away from her and held
him high up in the air.
“No!” Perula screamed. “Don’t hurt
him. He’s—”
“Mine.” Spock moved forward just as
the soldier tossed a crumpled Jim to the floor. Before the soldier could once
more attack Jim, Spock pinched his neck. He bent down and lifted Jim off the
floor and hoisted him over his shoulder.
Perula stared at them, mouth open. “But—
“I apologize, Exulted Ruler, but the
negotiations are finished. Captain Kirk is my husband. I am taking him to the Enterprise.”
Spock waited in the medbay for Jim to
open his eyes. McCoy had assured him that Jim was not seriously injured, just a
bit battered and bruised.
“Hey,” Jim said, softly, wincing. “Ugh.
Dude was a brute.”
“Perhaps next time you will think
twice about flirting with the ruler of the planet.”
Jim smiled a little. “Well. You didn’t
get hurt, did you?”
“No. But I was jealous.”
“You were?”
Spock nodded. “I admit I do not like
anyone else touching you.” He let out a long breath. “Even casually. It is a
problem.”
Jim reached for his hand and Spock
took it, gratefully. “You don’t ever have to worry. I want no one but you.
Forever and always.”
Spock closed his eyes and kissed Jim’s
hand. “It is the same for me.”
“How long am I stuck here?”
“Overnight.”
“Damn.”
Spock walked over to the wall and
pushed a button. Another panel came down doubling the size of the bed. McCoy
had shown it to him earlier.
“Do not worry, my Jim. I am going
nowhere.”
For this I used her birthday wish and also one of Jamie’s sentences that said “He’s Not Yours, He’s Mine” for inspiration.
The Thought of You is Consuming Me is complete. This all came from a video originally or something. Anyway, the story is complete, please download and keep a copy as you please.
I’ll now be taking a few days off from posting updates so I can catch up on things. Friday is the birthday fic for Eveningstar, so please do enjoy!
In case you missed it, I posted a new chapter for Primal Lust. I also posted three chapters of The Thought of You is Consuming Me, my Pinto Regency. This will be seven chapters total. I am already on chapter 6, so it should all be finished by next weekend.
For Spirk, I will be on The Ties That Bind next but not sure when that will be. I still need to catch up on some flash fic stuff. I probably will not post anything to AO3 tomorrow except the Pinto stuff. And considering I’d like to finish the Pinto story soon, Spirk might wait an extra day or two.
Tomorrow is a fasting day, bluck.
Tuesday we have tickets to see Avengers: Endgame.
This coming weekend is Mother’s Day and we’ve made arrangements to go to a steakhouse on that day. Will be fun.
I didn’t get my 10,000 steps in yesterday but I did today, so that’s a win. We had shrimp tacos and homemade refried beans today in honor of Cinco de Mayo.
JJ and I had a glass of wine together Saturday, me with my dry Sauvignon Blanc and JJ with her super sweet Moscato. I think I like enjoyed mine more than she hers, but she was a good sport!
Jim was
starting to wonder how long it would take for them to rescue him from whatever
whacked universe this was.
The
thing of it was, he’d been unlucky to be in a mirror universe before. That one
had been scary, because instead of the Federation there had been the Empire.
Spock had a beard and had, at one point, held him by the neck against the wall.
When he’d returned to his own universe, he still wore the bruises from Spock’s
fingers.
But at
least he could communicate with that Spock and the rest.
In this
one, whatever it was, he somehow found himself on ancient Vulcan, or so it
seemed to Jim, because they didn’t appear to be very advanced at all, and none
of them seemed to speak anything other than Vulcan. And damn it, his Vulcan sucked.
The moment
he had appeared, he’d been set upon by a group of half-naked Vulcan warriors
thrusting weapons at him, and poking and prodding him. He hadn’t been sure if
they intended to kill him, fuck him, or eat him. Or maybe all three.
Then
Spock had appeared, or he sure as hell looked
like Spock, also half-naked and much more muscular than his Spock, and yeah,
okay, he thought of Spock as his, with long hair, and tattoos of Vulcan scripts
on his chest and arms.
Anyway,
he had fought off several other beastly Vulcans to claim Jim. Well, not
literally. Or Jim didn’t think so.
He had
been brought by Spock to a dwelling that seemed sort of a cross between a hut
and a cottage. He’d been unceremoniously dumped onto a heap of cushions in the
middle of said dwelling, not sure if the cushions acted as a couch or a bed,
and then Spock had disappeared into another room.
Eventually
he had returned with food which he had foisted upon Jim. Begrudgingly Jim had
eaten it, all the while asking Spock if it was poison, and getting, of course,
no response, because he was hungry and didn’t know when he would get the opportunity
to eat again.
After
that, and where they were now, actually, Spock sat on the cushions next to Jim
simply staring at him.
“Uh.”
Spock
tilted his head.
Jim
moistened his lips. “Nice, um, nice tatts by the way.” Jim sort of pointed to
the artwork on Spock’s chest. Spock must have gotten it because he straightened
and puffed out his chest.
“So.”
Spock
pointed to him. “So.”
“Oh. No.
Um. No. That’s not my name.” Jim sighed. Pointed to himself. “Jim.”
“So Jim.”
He
laughed. “No. Just Jim.”
“So Just
Jim.”
Jim blew
out a breath. “Okay, whatever. It’s not like I’ll be here long enough for it to
matter.” Or so he hoped.
Spock
pointed at himself. “Spock.”
“Yeah.
Hi. Hello Spock.”
Spock
leaned forward and put his hand on Jim’s cheek. “Pretty.”
He
blinked. “You-you know the word pretty?”
Spock
nodded. “Pretty!”
“Er. I
mean I guess.”
“So Just
Jim pretty.”
He found
himself smiling in spite of himself. “Spock pretty.”
Which apparently
was the wrong thing to say or the right, depending on your point of view,
because suddenly Jim found himself flat on his back, underneath a very heavy
Vulcan.
“Oh. Um.
Wow.”
Spock
smiled, which sure was strange. He put his hand on Jim’s cheek again. “Mine.”
“What?”
“So Just
Jim Spock’s.”
“Well.
Not that I’m not flattered or anything, but—”
Spock’s
eyes narrowed. “Mine.”
And then
he ripped Jim’s shirt in half.
It was at
that exact moment that he heard the transporter activated and found himself reappearing
on the Enterprise, lying on his back across it, unfortunately, torn shirt and
all.
“Captain.”
Jim
turned his head to look at his first officer, whose perfectly groomed eyebrow
was arched high under those bangs of his. He moistened his lips.
“Damn
it, Spock. You could have waited an hour or so.”
“Captain?”
He
sighed and sat up. “I just left what is bound to be a very frustrated Vulcan.”
Spock reached down and helped him up. “If you’d like to be sent back, I can see if that can be arranged.”
Jim walked away, looking back over his shoulder. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’ll just have to role play.”
Spock stared. “Role play?”
**** Explicit, slightly altered version now online
Didn’t We Almost Have it All was updated just now.
Next up, though not sure when, will be The Space in My Bed, and The Ties That Bind. I am working on flashes etc, so those updates will, maybe, probably, get pushed to next week.
Monday morning these two “ladies” in my office started loudly talking about the latest Avengers, which I haven’t seen yet, but plan to. Yes, I know some of you aren’t into them, but I am. I already had to deal with the various family members on Saturday not spoiling it at the birthday party.
These “ladies” asked my co-worker if it bothered her to talk about it. FYI, she is twenty-four and giggly. She says, Oh no, I don’t care about Marvel.
So they proceed to loudly start discussing what they’ve seen. I say, nicely, no spoilers, please. Giggly hears me because she laughs, because that’s what she always does.
They continue discussing it AND I hear something. So now I am mad. I yell out “NO SPOILERS.”
There’s like a collective gasp and then nervous laughter and a “oh, sorry.” I yell THANK YOU. That kills the conversation.
So later my friend, who I told the whole thing to, tells me these same “ladies” said I was so mean and loud when I yelled at them.
Last day of April already and soon we will be into the fifth month of the year.
Last night I fully intended to finish, when I got home from work, a flash fic I had been working on earlier in the day. I even sent it home to myself. Instead, I went up and got in bed and fell asleep. When I finally woke up, I took a shower, and then played a world building game for the rest of the time and never did turn to that fic.
I’ll work on it today at lunch but doubt it will get done. It’s going in the May 17th slot that I originally had another fic in. That flash is either getting moved to June or becoming its own fic because it’s definitely becoming a beast! HA. JJ’s idea was just too inspiring.
I’m seeing Captain Marvel tonight. I didn’t want to see it all that much but everyone else in our movie group did.
Tomorrow is Walk at Lunch Day at work and if you participate you get a free shirt or bag or something, so I think I am going to do that. I walk every day now anyway.
I thought about doing another update on My Devotion this week, but I don’t think I will after all.
A few weeks ago I posted a picture of some barren trees in my neighborhood.
Here they are a few weeks later
Same bunch of trees. Isn’t nature awesome?
This week I am finagling a few things flash ficywise and also working on My Devotion and Didn’t We Almost Have it All.
I didn’t get any writing done this weekend. Just too busy with other things.
This coming Saturday I am having to go to yet another social event. You know the old time tupperware parties? or Princess House? Or any of those? Well, nowadays, they sell wine at one of those. It’s a Wine Party. You try different wines and if you want to buy them you do. It’s a new thing, I guess. Anyway I am going to that on Saturday afternoon into evening. Sigh.
That’s about all I have going right now.! Nice week weatherwise.
