Ah the best laid plans of mice and men.
I got myself a cold and just didn’t have it in me to write ANYTHING this weekend. It was a total bust writing wise. I’ve been struggling with the cold all weekend and I just decided not to fight it. It will get written when it gets written.
I did watch Beyond though. So I guess that’s something. Though I did cringe every time Spock talked about Uhura. Bleh.
I may not have a rambles up until later in the week.
This week’s prompt was “Amnesia” which I came up with myself, lol. And this begins a little series I am doing for the month of November. So Fridays will be 3, 10, 17 and 24. Those days will all be the same Spock and Jim. And I am going a bit OMS but not too too far into the future.
When he opened his eyes all he saw was a sliver of brown. He opened his eyes wider and the brown became eyes, deep rich chocolate eyes that morphed into a very attractive man with pale skin, sharp manicured eyebrows, and pointed ears.
He smiled. “You an elf?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“The ears,” he mumbled sleepily. He licked his dry lips. “Water.”
A cup was held up to his mouth and his head held gently as it was tipped forward to allow him to drink.
“What happened?”
“You collapsed in the cornfield. I discovered you there. I suspect that you overheated in the sun. I have brought your body temperature down by removing your clothing and immersing you in cool water.”
He realized then he lay not in a bed but in a tub of water. He blinked rapidly. “Did you-you took off my clothes?”
“Of course, considering—”
“Who are you?”
The man stopped, tilted his head. “What?”
“You must be pretty familiar with me to take off my clothes.”
“I am…your husband.”
“My husband? I think I would remember having a sexy elf as my husband.”
“Obviously the excessive heat has tampered with your brain. I am Spock.”
“Spock, huh? Okay. Well it’s kind of cold in here now, Spock. Could I maybe get out of the tub?”
“At once,” said Spock.
Spock stood up and reached down and scooped him up out of the tub and into his arms effortlessly.
He licked his lips. “What’s my name?”
“You have forgotten your own name?” Spock looked vaguely skeptical.
“That’s the way it normally works.”
“Does it?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Jim. Your name is Jim.”
“Jim,” he tried out the name. “Yeah, that sounds right.”
That earned him a raised eyebrow as the one called Spock carried him from the bathroom and toward a bedroom down at the end of the hall.
The bed was already unmade, the covers having been pulled aside.
“It looks like you were prepared for me,” Jim said as he was laid down on the mattress. He supposed he ought to feel embarrassed being naked and wet in front of this elf guy.
“Yes, as I explained I am your husband.”
Jim smiled, unable to resist. “If you’re an elf, what does that make me? Santa?”
Spock stared at him. “That is illogical. And I am a Vulcan.”
“A Vulcan? What is that?”
Spock pursed his lips. “Jim, do we really have to continue this?”
“Not having any fun huh?”
“Role playing is not my forte,” Spock reminded him. “Can you not say you remember me now and the amnesia is finished?”
Jim chuckled as he pulled Spock into bed with him. “Okay, okay. But it was hot to have you carry me into the house from the cornfields.”
“I can do that anytime without the need for subterfuge.” Spock pressed his lips to Jim. “And now we can move on to the better part of your game.”
“Mm.” Jim stuck his tongue into Spock’s mouth. “How much time do we have before Bones arrives for his visit?”
“Four point five hours.”
“Oh great. We can do it two or three times by then.”
Spock nodded and pushed him deep into the mattress.
The doorbell downstairs rang.
“Seriously? He’s early!”
Spock got off Jim and began to toss Jim’s clothes at him. “I do wonder why you invited him.”
“He’s lonely after—”
“Yes,” Spock said softly. He helped Jim finish dressing as the doorbell rang again. “He is impatient.”
“That’s his middle name.”
“I thought it was Horatio.”
Jim sighed then laughed as he put his arms around Spock’s neck. “I love you.”
“As I love you. Let us go before he breaks down our door.”
Jim grabbed Spock’s arm and went down to prepare for their guest.
On Halloween 2014 I pushed publish on the first chapter of Professor Spock. It began and ended with the immortal words, And it started on Halloween. Enjoy!
“Hey.”
Spock did not look up from his PADD.
“You want to go to a party?”
“Not really, no.”
“Oh come on.”
“I am grading tests,” Spock replied, still not taking his eyes off his PADD. “Go with the doctor.”
“Are you kidding?” He heard the incredulity in Jim’s voice.
Spock felt him plop down heavily on the couch he sat on. “Of course I am not kidding.”
“But—”
“What is the occasion anyway? It seems an odd time of year for a party,” Spock said absently.
“Halloween.”
“Ah.” He pushed a button on his PADD.
“Oh. My. God. Spock, don’t you remember? We met on Halloween.”
Finally Spock looked up from his PADD at his illogical mate. Jim wore what appeared to be a fox costume.
Jim smiled. “I’m pretty foxy, yeah?”
“Jim—”
“Baby, I know pretending to be someone else is not your thing. But it’s like our anniversary of when we met.” Jim gave him puppy dog eyes. “Please? I’ll blow you later.”
Spock arched a brow. “You will anyway.”
“Yeah, okay.” Jim grinned. “Please?”
Spock sighed and set his PADD down. “Very well.”
“You’re the best!” He threw his fur covered arms around Spock’s neck and kissed him, his foxy nose smashing into Spock’s cheek. Jim leaped up from the couch and pulled Spock with him.
“No costume,” Spock warned.
“I know, I know. Just wear one of your robes. It’ll be great. And no underwear.”
“Jim—”
“I’ll blow you at the party.”
“You most certainly will not.” He knew he was blushing. Even his ears felt warm.
Jim winked. “You’ll like it. We both know it. Now come on, let’s get your robe.”
Spock allowed himself to be led toward their bedroom.
“You know what?” Jim asked. His eyes were twinkling wickedly. “Let’s start with that blow job.”
“Jim—”
Happy Halloween from your Kirk and Spock from Professor Spock and Professor Spock: Runaway Groom.
All right this weeks’s updates are bound to be My Devotion, Anything and Where My Demons Hide. Those are the last ones left updated in September. Then up after that will be Didn’t We Almost Have it All and Turning Page. Those might be pushed out to the next week. We shall see.
I took the weekend off from posting because…well I wanted to. I didn’t really do much of anything but watch stupid shit and do laundry and a little cleaning. Playing some games. Pretty much lazy stuff.
For the last 10 years we’ve lived in this town home we don’t really get trick or treaters on Halloween. We always buy candy and no one comes. I think it will be the same this year! Ah well. It’s just not the same as when I was a kid.
At work, we are having a pizza party that day as well as trick or treating. Should be fun.
This week’s prompt: Thinking he is hallucinating Spock, Jim confesses his feelings.
Jim was dying.
No, he really was.
He’d gotten separated from the landing party on the planet M-23. Hours had passed and no matter how much he tried to contact Spock and the others or the Enterprise, he was unsuccessful.
To make matters worse he had been confronted by a huge creature who’d managed to sting him and poison him just before Jim killed it.
Which, of course, was why he was dying.
The poison was working through his system. He’d had water so he’d done his best to stay hydrated but he knew his time was limited. He was weakening.
Jim staggered to his knees and then lay on the ground near the shelter he’d managed to build for himself before all his strength was gone. Night was coming on the planet and according to their information, the temperature could drop by a number of degrees. He pulled a blanket around him and shivered.
How long did he have? Enough time for them to find him? Probably not.
Jim flipped open his communicator. “Kirk to Enterprise. Come in, Enterprise.”
Nothing.
“Captain’s log. Stardate…stardate…oh hell. I don’t know.”
“Hello Jim.”
Jim startled up into a half sitting position as he stared at the man who suddenly appeared before him. He’d never seen the man. Not in person. And yet—
“Dad?”
“That’s right, champ. Surprised to see me?”
“Well, yeah. You’re dead.”
Fake Dad chuckled. Because yeah, he was rational enough to know he wasn’t rational.
“This is a fine mess you’ve gotten yourself into, son.”
“Yeah.”
“Doubt you’ll pull a rabbit out of your hat this time.”
Jim frowned. “What’s that mean, Dad?”
“You’re all out of magic, Jim.”
While Jim was staring at his Dad he morphed into Pike. And Jim felt his heart clench.
“Hey.”
“You’ll get through this, Jim,” Fake Pike said. “I believe in you.”
Jim’s eyes welled with tears. “I’m not going to make it this time.”
“Your blind luck ran out, huh, kid?”
Jim closed his eyes and when he opened them again he saw Spock kneeling beside him. Well, Fake Spock obviously.
“Hey.”
“Captain.”
“Listen, since I’m dying and you’re in my head anyway, I have to tell you something.”
“Captain, this is not the time.”
“It is the time, Fake Spock,” Jim insisted as Fake Spock began pulling at him. “Last time I was dying I tried to tell you the truth but you just insisted on all that friend shit.”
“Jim—”
“I’m in love with you, Fake Spock. I have been for a long time. And I know you don’t feel the same way. I know you’re with Uhura. But what the hell have I got to lose now? You aren’t even real.”
Fake Spock flipped open his communicator. “Spock to Enterprise. I have found the captain.”
“And God, you’re just so sexy. I want to kiss you for hours. And I want you to shove me onto the bed and just—”
“Captain,” Fake Spock said sharply. Then he said into his communicator. “Energize.”
Jim reappeared in Fake Spock’s arms in the transporter room. “Wow, this looks so real.”
Suddenly the Vulcan disappeared and was replaced by a very pale looking human. “Hey! It’s Fake Bones now.”
“I got you, Jim. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be fine.”
“I don’t feel so good.”
“Come on. Stay with us, Jim. Stay with us. Jim!”
****
Jim woke to the sound of beeping equipment.
The medbay.
And he was in a biobed, hooked up.
Again.
He felt weak. Wiped out. But alive.
The more he became aware, the more he realized.
Oh fuck. Fake Spock was Real Spock. Jim, you are so damn stupid.
“Jim, you’re awake,” Bones said, appearing by his side. He brushed Jim’s sweaty hair from his forehead. “How do you feel?”
“A little…weird. Feel like I don’t have much strength.”
“You’ll probably feel that way for a few days. That poison really did a number on you. Any longer and we would have lost you. We almost did.”
Jim nodded, licking his lips. “Dry.”
Bones popped some ice into Jim’s mouth.
“How’d you find me?”
“The hobgoblin. He went a little nuts trying to locate you. And it’s a damn good thing he did. You’re going to be here three days at least. You hungry?”
“I could use a steak,” Jim joked.
“Fat chance. I’ll bring you some beef broth.”
Bones walked away and Jim blew out a breath.
How the fuck was he going to make this right with Spock? He hadn’t ever intended to make Spock uncomfortable with his stupid one-sided declarations. He wasn’t real! Damn it.
The hair on the back of his neck stood up and Jim knew that Spock was there. Somehow he always knew when Spock was near.
“Captain,” Spock said softly.
“Hi, Commander.” Yeah, keep it cool, Jim. Use his rank right back at him.
“You look remarkably better than the last time I saw you.”
Jim smiled in spite of himself. “Yeah, I bet. Thanks to you. Again.”
“What else could I do? I had to ensure that you would keep your promise to me.”
Jim blinked. Searched his memories. “Promise?”
Spock’s eyes darkened. “That I would be able to shove you onto the bed and just—”
“Uh.” Jim felt himself blush.
“You must recover before I am able to do so.”
“Spock I—”
Spock put two fingers on Jim’s flushed face. “You must rest, ashayam.”
“Wait.” He licked his lips. “Doesn’t that mean—?”
“Yes.”
“Spock,” Jim whispered, reverently.
Spock leaned down, his eyes closed, and kissed Jim’s mouth.
Jim’s eyes were shining as his lips curved into a smile. “Are you sure you aren’t Fake Spock?”
Spock’s eyebrow arched. “I am sure, my illogical captain.”
“I’ll keep the real one then.” His eyes were drifting closed.
“Doctor, I think the broth will have to wait.”
“Sleeping beauty,” Bones murmured. “You staying? Scotty on the bridge?”
“Yes. And I am staying. There is nowhere else for me.”
“Lovebirds.”
“What, doctor?”
“That’s good. That’s good, Spock. I’ll just be over there.”
Jim smiled, eyes still closed. “Love you.”
Spock’s fingers ghosted over Jim’s brow. “Sleep, Captain. I love you too.”
This is my house…NOT. LOL
I love the colors of the fall and the house looks incredible but as someone afraid of heights and living in Earthquakeville, just no. Pretty though
Last night I paid the balance due on our cruise that we are taking at the end of January. We still need to get airfare to Florida but the actual cruise is paid. That there picture is our actual ship.
Beginning Monday our temperatures return to the fall temperatures I prefer. Low 70s and high 60s. Yipee!
I hope my asthma goes back to reasonable too. It’s been kicking my ass for the last week or so.
This week I concluded Sheer Determination. I was happy with it. Naturally there was this one woman who has to make negative comments on almost everything I write and has been doing so since I think I started posting on AO3. As she always is, she was deleted.
I also updated What Happened to Spock.
I have a flash fic up tomorrow. And today I start working on the fairytale.
I think I will have another quietish weekend. That is what I am hoping for anyway.
Take a look at those temperatures. That’s my week! Oiye! This week is going to be murder! I hate when October gets like this.
Those days with the thermometers there is an excessive heat warning.
I hope it comes back down by this coming Saturday, October 28th, because my house desperately needs to be cleaned. I am quite embarrassed by it. But who wants to clean when it’s a million degrees. Yes folks, currently it is hotter here than it is in Vegas right now.
In other news I turned Sheer Determination into a one-shot. It’s going to be two chapters. The current full first chapter is up at AO3. Look for the conclusion and second chapter up later this week.
I finished the chapter of What Happened to Spock and put it live. It’s sort of a transitional chapter.
I think my Cinderella story, When I Fall in Love, is up next after that so I hope to get working on that this week.
This year we have decided to go out to Thanksgiving dinner next month so over the weekend we picked our restaurant and I made the reservation.
We plan on seeing Geostorm this week. Didn’t do so well in the box office but it’s a disaster movie, I’m sure it’s terrible, they all are. LOL.
Other than that I have not much to say. Had a quiet weekend where I sort of just lazed around like a sloth.
Enjoy!
Almost forgot, here’s the cheesecake! It was soooo good.
Sometimes he didn’t mind being alone. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence. Most of his childhood had been spent that way. At least until he got sent away. But before that, before Sam had left, Jim spent most days finding ways to entertain himself. Most of his classmates thought he was too smart or too cocky or too cute or…too something.
He’s made friends on Tarsus, but that hadn’t gone well.
And when he’d gone to the academy, well, he’d met Bones. He’d met a few others. Gary Mitchell, for example, but Gary went batshit crazy and decided he was a god with psychic powers.
Bones stuck with him though and that was good.
He got the Enterprise and he loved his crew, he did. And he was pretty sure he’d gained their admiration and trust, if not their love. His officers were friendly with him and occasionally he spent time with them.
It was all good.
And then there was Spock.
They were friends. At least Spock had finally admitted it while Jim was dying. And during his recovery he had acted like they were friends and things were good.
But once they got on the Enterprise, well, things got strange again. Spock wasn’t openly derisive like he’d once been. But he grew distant and spent most of his off time with Uhura.
Bones was great, he really was, but Jim supposed Bones needed a break from him every once in a while.
And so when they’d gone to Yorktown, Jim had spent his time there, before being called in by Commodore Paris, alone.
Everything changed with Krall, of course. All Jim’s doubts that had crept in about his place in all this disappeared.
He belonged with the Enterprise. He was the captain. And if it meant being alone the rest of his damn life, he had the ship. His beautiful lady.
There were still times he got bored. Still times he wanted to do anything but spend his time alone in his quarters. This was one of those times.
Bones was busy. There’d been a minor explosion on deck five that had caused a few injuries and as grumpy as Bones could be, he was grumpier still when he had casualties to tend to.
So he found out via the computer that Spock was in lab 6, so, after some contemplation, he headed there.
He’d made it to the outside of the lab when he heard the low murmur of voices. Uhura and Spock.
Damn, he hadn’t intended to interrupt a date or whatever.
“Spock,” Uhura’s voice suddenly rose. “You need to tell him.”
“It is…difficult.”
“Of course it is. But he needs to know. You can’t go on like this. We can’t go on like this. So the only thing to do is tell him. He needs to know your decision.”
Fuck.
Spock was going to leave.
Bones had told him about Spock maybe going to New Vulcan before all the Krall stuff happened. He’d heard that Spock and Uhura had even ended their relationship over it, briefly, as they were back together, obviously.
Which probably meant they would both leave.
“I cannot. To lose him as a friend—”
“You won’t. He won’t react that way.”
Of course Jim wouldn’t. He would support Spock leaving if that was what he wanted. But he couldn’t hear anymore. It was too much.
He turned around and went back down the corridor and to the turbolift. He willed away the tears that sprang to his eyes.
He was the captain. And he would get through this just like he got through everything.
Sheer determination.
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 