Recently I helped my friend, AppreciativeOne (JJ on here) with her work on AO3, Shore Leave: Irongate Wilderness. I guest wrote her most recent chapter, 6, if you want to check it out.
Author: ivansfanfiction
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Ramblings of the Week, September 11, 2017
Had a pretty nice weekend. The Muppets at the Bowl were fun. Saw a few celebrities including Ty Burrell from Modern Family and composer Paul Williams. He wrote The Rainbow Connection for Muppets (as well as the music for the Muppet’s Christmas Carol) as well as several very well known songs like the Carpenters’ We’ve Only Just Begun.
And then Sunday we met a friend for brunch. Ate way too much. But it was nice.
I did manage to get the conclusion of First Impressions done despite my vow to take a break. Thanks for checking it out as I know most of you did.
I don’t have any idea what I will work on this week as far as writing goes. I need to get a new chapter of What Happened to Spock done but I am stuck on it. It’s one of those works I wish I had never started because I have written myself into a bit of a corner. I tried to write on something today but without any success I guess. I thought it was pretty good, but apparently it was not, so I am feeling very low.
So, I just don’t know. I ended up reading at lunch instead.
Sixteen years ago, of course, our country changed. I remember spending days on end crying after that day. Hearing all the stories about the people who died. And watching all the news coverage. For those of us that experienced it as adults it’s not something we can ever forget.
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Ramblings of the Week, September 04th
As most of you know, our AC was out and in the middle of the biggest heat wave we’ve had in a long ass time.
So we got an appointment for someone to come in and fix it and M took the day off, Thursday, to have it fixed.
FYI, Wednesday night was the most miserable night ever.
Anyway, so they were supposed to come at 10:30 on Thursday but apparently two teenaged boys arrived, according to reports! LOL.
They had no idea what they were doing I guess and ended up leaving without doing squat. The access onto the roof is in a neighbor’s yard and their ladder wouldn’t reach otherwise.
We then spent like an hour and a half driving all over looking for a portable AC but with the heatwave everyone was sold out!
So Thursday evening the neighbor contacted us and said of course they can go in. So we made ANOTHER appointment for Friday. From 2 to 5 and since I was getting off early for the holiday weekend we took the appointment.
I went on Amazon and ordered a portable for our bedroom anyway. Paid for it to be delivered Saturday because I was taking NO CHANCES.
Dude didn’t show up Friday until almost 6 but he was an adult and knew what he was doing! Yay. Fixed it (needed a starter) and we had the best night sleep we’d had all week. Plus I now have a back up if anything goes wrong
This week is a short work week. On Saturday night we head to the Hollywood Bowl for The Muppets Take the Bowl and Firework Finale. Should be fun. We love the Bowl.
I hope to get a few things updated this week but I won’t say what so that no one blames me if their favorite didn’t make it!
Enjoy!
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Correct Answers
Since I am guessing my three readers have already made their guesses, here are the answers
Ladyhawke – an all time favorite
The Partridge Family – I did sorta like the song I Think I Love You
Corn – I absolutely love everything else. I don’t hate corn but it is not a favorite
1995 – You were all wrong
Stephen King
Ryan Seacrest – I cannot stand him. He needs to go away. NOW.
Hawaii – I have been to Florida though
Cheesecake
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How Much Do You Know
This is a get to know post. See how well you did! Multiple choice! Try not to copy each other or decide that someone has already answered so why bother. This is supposed to be FUN. Well, especially for me.
Of the following, Ivan would rather watch:
Everafter
Ladyhawke
Enchanted
Growing up, which of the following shows did Ivan NOT watch:
Star Trek
Ironside
Emergency
The Partridge Family
Which of the following foods is NOT a favorite:
Pumpkin
Mashed Potatoes and Gravy
Tomatoes
Lobster
Corn
Ivan went to Ireland in what year:
1995
1999
2005
Ivan likes which author of horror better:
Stephen King
Dean Koontz
If Ivan were stranded on an island with the following celebrities, who would mysteriously disappear never to be heard from again:
Chris Pine
Zachary Quinto
Ryan Seacrest
Denzel Washington
Ivan is presented with three choices for vacation. Which would Ivan choose?
Hawaii
Chicago
Florida
It’s Ivan’s birthday and here are the dessert choices. Which would Ivan choose?
Cake
Cookies
Cheesecake
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Flash Fic Friday, September 01, 2017
Something a little different for this week’s flash fic. I had wanted a really simple prompt as I was getting started late and there is so much going on right now. My friend, Kris, gave me the prompt that Spock is standing on a rock and Jim asks him what has his attention. But you know simple doesn’t always get that way when my imagination takes off and suddenly I knew there was way more to this than the scenario Kris gave me.
So while this week’s flash fic is indeed what she gave me, this is actually also a sneak peak on an upcoming much longer fic that I will be writing. At this point in the story, things are definitely “Pre-Slash”. This takes place after Beyond and the repair/rebuilding of the new Enterprise.
Jim smiled at the message he had just received. He looked around the immediate area of the planet they were surveying and didn’t see anything of particular interest.
He typed back, Can’t wait to see you too. Counting the hours until shore leave.
“Jim.” Bones slapped Jim on the shoulder, so he put away his device. “Look. Maybe you ought to go talk to Spock.”
“Huh? Why? What’s wrong with Spock?”
“His break up with Uhura is very recent.”
Jim shrugged. “They’ve broken up before. In fact, let’s see. They sort of broke up after the volcano. Then they broke up just before Altamid. They got back together both times. I think I heard about a time or two before I even met them, too. I’m guessing they’ll hit the sheets again within the week.”
Bones made a face. “I don’t need that image. But nope. This time I’ve heard it’s for good. This breakup was much more serious. He’s probably depressed.”
“Vulcans don’t get depressed.”
“He’s half human, Jim. Just, you know, try. You should take an interest in your crew and definitely your senior officers.”
Jim blew out a breath, and turned around to locate Spock. He was standing on a rock, tricorder in hand, eyebrows furrowed in extreme concentration.
“You really think they broke up for good?”
“Far be it from me to listen to ship’s rumors, but that’s what the scuttlebutt is.”
Jim crossed his arms in front of his chest and tapped his fingers on his arm. “Do you know what happened?”
“You mean who initiated the breakup?”
“Uh-huh. After the volcano, it was her. He was the one before Altamid due to the whole Vulcan baby thing. So, who was it this time?” Jim wondered.
Bones shrugged. “Does it matter?”
“Doctor McCoy, can you come over here? Jensen’s pricked his finger on a plant,” Sulu called to them.
Bones rolled his eyes. “My work is never done.”
Jim studied Spock after Bones walked away to work on Jensen. He didn’t look particularly wrecked by the breakup to Jim. His communication device chimed so he withdrew it from his pocket. Sure enough it was another message from Areel Shaw. The Enterprise had shore leave in only two weeks and it just so happened to be on a planet Areel currently resided on while she did some legal work for Starfleet. She would be getting time off while Jim was there so they planned to spend Jim’s shore leave time together having fun in the sun and in bed, of course. It was just a confirmation of what he’d last said, so he closed it and returned it to his pocket.
He approached Spock’s rock.
“Hello, Mister Spock.”
Spock did not look up from his tricorder. “Captain.”
“Anything interesting?” Jim asked, stepping onto the large rock, and peering over Spock’s shoulder.
“Actually, yes. This rock is multi-layered and—”
Jim’s attention immediately drifted elsewhere. He had begun to regret being part of this landing party. Nothing was really that interesting and he had so many reports he was behind on. Admiral Colton had been pestering him to get them all finished before shore leave.
“Captain?”
Jim smiled. “Yes?”
“You were not listening to a word I said.”
“Uh.” He could not really deny it. He hadn’t. And before he could stifle it, a yawn came out. Jim quickly covered it with his hand. But Spock certainly noticed as he eyes narrowed. “Sorry. Lack of sleep. You were saying?”
“Never mind, Captain. Your attention is, no doubt, needed elsewhere.”
He opened his mouth to reply, but Spock had turned his back to Jim in a plain display of dismissal. Jim closed his mouth. Well, fine then. So much for making an effort.
He stepped back off the rock and ordered a beam up for himself. Spock could certainly handle it.
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Ramblings of the Week, August 28, 2017
I am back from my trip and am now melting. MELTING. We are having a mega heatwave and our AC is broken. We’ve called a couple of places and no one calls us back, so I guess I have to suffer for the next week and a half before we get some relief and it cools at night. Ugh.
Here are some pictures from my trip.
Our room. See that little porthole? It’s actually a window that you just cover up at night. And the door leads to the balcony.
A bit blurry but the dude we listened to Saturday at the Morro Bay Wine Seller. We had wine and music. Great.
An Otter in the Bay
See how sunny it is in Cambria? Cambria is one of our favorite towns. We have to have breakfast at Linn’s there. In September/October they have a scarecrow thing where all the stores and restaurants puts out the most creative scarecrows. It’s so much fun. We’ve only been there once during that time, but great. Now, we go up above San Simeon (Hearst Castle) to see the elephant seals.
At the end it started getting sunny as you can see in the next to the last picture. It remained foggy in Morro Bay the whole day though. I took this last picture of the elephant seals because I loved the fact one dude had his little flipper/arm on the other dude. These are males this time of year. I say it’s the Kirk and Spock of Elephant Seals!
No idea what I will work on this week. I know I hope to finish First Impressions. Anything else is up in the air!
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Flash Fic Friday, August 25, 217
My prompt, Spock confesses his love when Kirk and Spock are captured. Kirk believes it is because they are going to die, but Spock does it because they are going to live.
“Captain.”
There was no response. He could hear the captain breathing, but he made no other sound in the darkness. From Spock’s position chained to the wall he could not see Kirk. The alien race native to this planet had chained Kirk to the opposite wall and left them in a cell of complete darkness.
They had come once to feed them, hours ago now. But otherwise they had been left alone in silence. They had not even been chained together.
“Captain.”
“What, Spock?”
Kirk sounded weary and despondent. Spock knew he was injured. When they’d been abducted from the landing party, the one in charge had decided to beat Kirk for his insolent mouth, or so he declared. Spock had been forced to watch as Kirk had been pummeled over and over again. When they had finished pummeling him, they’d kicked him. Spock had been distraught. He had offered to take the captain’s place for the beating, but they had ignored him. Spock wanted to tear them apart, but he could do nothing. He was useless and restrained.
“Are you in severe pain?”
“Kind of a dull ache now.”
“When we return to the ship the doctor will see to your injuries.”
Jim made some sort of derisive noise. “We’re not returning to the ship, Spock. We’re going to die here.”
“I do not believe that.”
Kirk said nothing to that. Just lapsed back into his silence.
“Captain.”
“What now?”
“There is something that I have…hesitated to inform you, but I believe I cannot withhold this information from you anymore.”
“Last confession before we die, Spock?”
“We are not going to die,” Spock insisted.
“They have no idea where we are. I’m pretty sure I’ve got internal injuries. Spock—”
“We will be rescued in time.”
“Fine. What do you want to tell me?”
“You are my friend,” Spock began.
A snort. “You’ve already established that the last time I was dying. Which I actually did die.”
Spock’s side twisted. “I am aware.”
“Well, it’s all right. I know we’re friends.”
“Jim. I wish to convey that we are more than friends.”
“Comrades. Brothers. Yeah. I get it.”
Spock closed his eyes. “You do not. Over the many months, even years, that we have served together, I have come to rely on our interactions above all others.”
“I’m not sure Uhura would be thrilled to hear that.”
“Nyota and I ended our relationship before Altamid,” Spock informed him.
“Huh. Didn’t you get back together after the whole tracking necklace thing?”
“Negative. We agreed we made better friends.” Spock exhaled very slowly. “You are an uncommonly attractive male and I have been…enamored of you for some time.” He did not think enamored was quite the correct word, but since he was pressed for time to make Kirk understand, Spock decided to go with it.
“So…you are attracted to me.”
It went far beyond attraction, of course. But at least he was getting somewhere.
“This is a really odd time to tell me you want to fuck, Spock.”
Or not.
If Spock could, he would pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“I do not want to fuck.”
There was a pregnant pause during which he was certain Jim was about to say something that would frustrate him.
“Now,” Spock quickly added. “In the future, if we are mutually prepared to—”
“A future we don’t actually have.”
“Engage in satisfactory copulation—”
“It would be more than satisfactory, buddy.”
“Then I see nothing that will impede us from doing so.”
“Being dead might impede us,” Jim said dryly.
Spock counted to five. “I am desperately in love with you,” he blurted out, before Jim could interrupt him again.
Spock felt a moment of disorientation and then heard the slight whine of the transporter engaging.
He reappeared on the transporter pad, without his restraints. As did the captain, who was even now being pounced on by McCoy.
“Get Spock to sickbay too,” McCoy barked as he carried Kirk away in a stretcher.
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“What are you waiting for” Nyota asked Spock as she stepped up to him on the bridge. “Go to sickbay.”
“The bridge—”
“I’ll call Scotty to the bridge.” She swatted his shoulder. “You want to be there, Leonard said he’s awake, don’t you?”
Spock stood. “Yes.”
“Then go. He’s waiting.”
Spock had thought his duty should come before his desire to see Kirk, but Nyota was right. He did not want to wait any longer. He had advised Nyota that he had, at last, confessed his regard to their captain. Something he had discussed doing numerous times with her since the demise of their relationship.
McCoy greeted him with two raised eyebrows and pointed to the side. “Over there, Romeo.”
Spock ignored his odd reference to a teenager who killed himself, and hurried to Kirk’s biobed.
The captain was sitting up, but he looked pale and wan. “Hey.”
Spock swallowed as he got closer.
“I guess you were right again, Mister Spock. We didn’t die.”
“For which I am gratified.”
“Me too,” Jim said softly. “But that fucking you wanted to do? That’s going to have to wait. At least for a day or two.”
“Captain—”
“Come here,” Kirk said in his most imperious captain’s voice.
Spock stepped so close he was almost on the biobed.
“Come here,” Kirk said again, gesturing for Spock to come toward his face. Spock did. Kirk tapped his lips. “Here.”
Spock pressed his lips to Jim in a gentle kiss so as not to cause his captain any injury. It was not enough. But for now, it would have to be.
Jim’s eyes were shining as Spock gazed down at him. “I’m pretty desperate too.”
