- If you could be anywhere—I’d be in Dromoland Castle
- If you could eat anything – I’d eat mashed potatoes and gravy
- If you could be anything— I’d be a famous writer living in exile in my mansion looking over the bay in Central California
- If you could drink anything – I’d drink Kim Crawford Sauvignon Blanc
- If you could be any age – I’d be 25
- If you could unsee anything – I’d unsee Dachau Concentration Camp in Germany
- If you could sing – I’d sing The Impossible Dream
- To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
And to run where
The brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
And to love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far
To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march,
March into hell
For that heavenly cause - If you could be any fictional character – I’d be Lancelot from the King Arthur Legend
- If you could play any sport — I’d do Olympic diving
- If I could be any Star Trek Character – I’d be Jim Kirk
- If I could be any Muppet – I’d be Sweetums
- If I could be any flavor of ice cream – I’d be Rocky Road
- If I could win millions of dollars – I’d buy a big house in Central California
- If I could turn back time – I’d be a powerful despot
- If I could predict the future – I would have found a way to save the world from a Trump Presidency
- If I could spend the night in any celebrity’s bed – this is a no-brainer, Chris Pine
My prompt for this week:
The aftermath of overthrowing a dictator, as in Jim managed it, and now he has to recover, and a first kiss. Bonus points if the race has orange skin.
It shouldn’t have gone so wrong.
But then, it involved the captain, so Spock should have surely known that it would.
They’d almost made it. Almost made it off the planet and safely back to the ship.
Spock was trying to get the captain back safely. The thing about the captain was that sometimes it was difficult to get him to move when he didn’t want to. Which in Spock’s experience was almost always. He had his own agenda and rarely deviated from whatever it was in his mind.
The mission had been a troubling one. Starfleet’s orders had been to overthrow the dictator of the planet, Naranja. Prior to its commencement, Spock and his captain had argued forever about the Prime Directive. Jim had said that while he didn’t necessarily disagree that this violated the PD—as the captain kept shortening it to—but that orders were orders.
The mission had been successful and the dictator, who had indeed been brutal to his citizens, was no more. A new government was already being established and Spock was preparing for the captain to return to the Enterprise.
Until Jim stopped to speak with a flirtatious Narajan. She had the typical orange skin of her species and grabby hands, all three of them, that were all over the captain. Each time Spock had endeavored to remind the captain that the ship was awaiting his beam up, Jim waved his hands in dismissal and kept up his conversation with the Narajan.
The captain had been conversing for fifteen minutes when the attack occurred. Suddenly a jealous suitor to the woman groping the captain came at him with a large curved spear. Spock had only just deflected it from going straight into the captain’s heart. It pierced his upper side instead.
Spock had beamed back on board with the injured and bleeding captain in his arms. Red blood covered Spock as he rushed the captain to the medbay.
And Spock had been waiting ever since.
He’d seen the way Dr. McCoy had gone a sickly white when he’d carried Jim there. It was a look Spock hoped never to see again.
The minute the doctor came out to where Spock had been waiting, Spock stood. His hands, usually so carefully restrained behind his back were twisting in front of him. McCoy, normally so expressive, let nothing be known from his expression this time.
Spock was not in the habit of panicking and yet there was a moment when he felt choked by it.
“Doctor.” He made it a statement though he was well aware it was a question.
“Well, he’s weak as a newborn, but he’s going to make it,” McCoy finally said.
He did not yet allow himself to feel relieved. “May I see him?”
McCoy looked surprised for the beat of five seconds, but then he nodded. “Sure. He’s not entirely conscious. Going in and out of it. I think that super blood served him well in the long run.”
Spock made himself nod and followed the doctor to where Jim had been set up in a private area on an extra-large biobed. He paused in his step when he noticed an oxygen tent had been set up to surround the captain.
The doctor followed Spock’s trepidatious gaze and nodded. “Yeah, his lung was punctured, so he’s going to need that for a bit. It’s all right to enter. He’ll recover, Spock.” McCoy smiled unexpectedly. “How long have you been in love with Jim?”
Spock very nearly denied it. But instead he told the truth. “I am uncertain.”
“You should tell him.”
Spock’s gaze was on Jim now. “I am uncertain as to whether he will be receptive.”
“Oh, he will.”
The assurance in McCoy’s voice had him looking quickly back at the doctor.
McCoy’s smile widened. “I’ll give you some privacy.”
It took another fifteen seconds once the doctor moved away for Spock to approach Jim’s oxygen tent. He opened the tent and then closed it tight again before carefully approaching Jim.
As the doctor had indicated, Jim was not entirely aware of Spock’s presence though a few times he opened his eyes and Spock viewed little slits of blue.
He was afraid to touch Jim while he was so injured, but he could not help but scoot closer.
“Las’hark,” he whispered. “Taluhk nash-veh k’dular.”
Jim’s eyelids flickered but there was no other reaction.
Spock closed his eyes. For now, he would leave and meditate. He would return to check on Jim later. He went to turn to leave, but then stopped, leaned over and gently kissed Jim’s lips.
More blue appeared as he pulled back and for a moment, it was like Spock was in an old Earth fairytale, waking the unconscious prince, but then Jim’s eyelids fell again
“K’diwa .”
Spock undid the tent, exited, did it back up and went to meditate. With new hope.
Above is where I wish I was today. In Germany. I’ve been there. At that castle. It’s gorgeous. Wish I was there this very second.
I’m tired. My emotional/mental state is seriously dragging right now.
I posted Who’s the Daddy and the response has been pretty good but now I have people telling me I don’t punish Spock enough and others arguing basically that Jim deserves to be treated badly because he slept with three people in 48 hours. It’s exhausted me and drained me and made me regret even posting it or anything right now, to be honest. Clearly I am not in the mood.
My family member is out of the hospital and recovering reasonably well. I will be seeing her this evening.
Is it just me or when you see the pictures from that interview Chris did with W Magazine the only reaction I could give was “Gee, I wish you’d wash your damn hair”. Sorry, greasy hair does nothing for me, even on Chris Pine.
So the other day we are watching the Karl Urban/Rock movie, Doom, for like the 10th time and there’s this strip of something lying on the tile floor on the way to our downstairs bathroom. Milo is going to the bathroom with the door open like always and goes, “What’s that on the floor?” I think it’s just like a strip of material or ribbon or something because the cats play with that stuff all the time. So I reached down to pick it up…and it’s a worm! Ugh. I screamed. Yes, I did. Which impressed the cats because they went running like Godzilla was coming through the front door or something. But it was slimy and wriggling like worms do. So I dropped it, picked up a tissue and killed it. Afterward, I was told I should have saved it and tossed it back outside. Keep in mind Milo has a bug jar he uses to traps spiders and the like to save their lives by returning them to the wild. I said next time he can pick up the worm.
What has this got to do with Doom? Not much. Other than that movie has some pretty gruesome things going on in it, like the tongue by itself just lashing around the lab. Yeah, Karl doesn’t always pick stellar movies to star in, let’s just say. But during a creepy movie to see a creepy worm, well, just gross.
My stomach has been bugging me for about three days now and I can honestly say I am sick of it.
Can’t say I’m digging the pants, but the rest I totally dig
So here I am at another week. Full work week, too. It’s nice having at least one day off a week. The good news is my job gives us MLK off so I have a three day weekend coming up.
In other news, perhaps unwisely, I began writing and posting my “Who’s the Daddy” story. I didn’t really need another work in progress, but it’s hard to control my urges sometimes. I know it causes me to neglect some other stories, but for the most part I do always finish my stories.
No real words of wisdom this week. Just plugging along in this thing called life.
As you may or may not know I have a series on AO3 that is Star Trek fairytales. Currently this includes the now legendary, Slave as well as Trading Places, a sort of take on Prince and the Pauper, and the very sad, tragic, Every Four Years, my leap year short.
Look for the next story in the fairytale series coming to an A03 post near you. The next one will be Cinderella, staring our own Jim Kirk as Cinderella, and the Vulcany prince looking for his true love at the ball.
Here’s my sweet peasant
And the Vulcany prince (just imagine ears)
Perfection, right?
When? In the future is all I can say.
For Christmas, I bought myself a coloring book. It’s supposed to be therapeutic or something. Anyway, this was my attempt today.
Yeah, I suck…
- I’d never read Tolkien in school though many of my peers had. My first experience with it was when I saw Lord of the Rings. I fell in love with Hobbits, Elves, Humans, and Dwarves and ended up going to see the trilogy more than once. I own all three films. I actually read the books after I saw the movies and slogged through them. It was difficult but I found it a rewarding experience. I never did read The Hobbit nor have I seen the Hobbit films. I tried to watch part of the first one on Television and grew quickly disinterested.
- I had never read the Harry Potter books prior to seeing the first movie. I loved the movies though. I preferred Richard Harris as Dumbledore, but alas he had to go and die. I thought he was a fabulous actor in everything he did and to me he was a more sympathetic and whimsical Dumbledore. I own all of the movies from this series too. I bought the books but in all honesty I found them nearly impossible to read.
- I’ve always loved Star Trek. I can’t say I initially shipped Kirk and Spock but I certainly did later and well before the reboot movies. I’ve loved and watched all versions of Star Trek except I still haven’t seen Voyager or Enterprise. My plan is to someday. Like most, I hated the movie Generations for what it did to Kirk (And Spock, really, because of the whole Antonia nonsense).
- I was ecstatic when the first Star Trek reboot movie came out and I loved it. Seeing it multiple times. When I first saw it, though I agreed Jim was cute, I didn’t go crazy for him. It wasn’t until I owned the movie on DVD that my obsession with Chris began. I also began taking note of Zach. Once I did that, my fanfiction “career” began. I never ever liked the Spock/Uhura pairing because I already shipped Kirk and Spock from TOS.
- I’ve probably seen every episode of Ironside, Colombo, McMillan & Wife, and Murder She Wrote
- I had a gigantic crush on Rutger Hauer in Ladyhawke. He was so badass with his armor and giant sword and turning into a wolf. Such a romantic, tragic tale. But it annoyed the crap out of me that she only ever called his hero, Etienne Navarre by his last name.
- I liked the first three Star Wars movies well enough but I still wonder what the fuss is about
- I own Halloween and Halloween 2
- I didn’t learn to drive until I was in my 30s
- I loved the show The Wonder Years
- I loved the mystery and weirdness of Twin Peaks until they made it about demon possession
- I drink cream with a little coffee (this is referred to by me as the Coffee of Love)
- I like beer and wine but I am not much of a mixed drink drinker
- I love every kind of seafood but tilapia. I even eat it hardcore raw like sashimi
- I’ve tried frogs legs (sorry Kermit), snails, and rabbit (didn’t like any of them)
- I do not like ham but I love bacon and pork chops
- I’ve needed glasses since the 9th grade
- I’ve considered the FBI, acting, journalism, and historian as careers in the past
- I prefer Stephen King over Dean Koontz but have widely read both
- My favorite move used to be The Godfather. I still like it a lot but it’s been taken over a long time ago.
- I took German in high school
- Eeyore once pinched my butt
- I used to voraciously read books on the mob (Lucky Luciano, Myer Lansky, Bugsy Segal)
- I freaking love the first 6 seasons of Midsomer Murders
- I loved the first two seasons of American Horror Story (Zach was in both, coincidence? I think not), but haven’t been able to stomach the gore and horror of any other seasons
- I actually liked the movie Agent 47: Hitman with Zach and own it. He looked hot in it
- I think the first two Spiderman’s with Toby Maguire were the best superhero movies ever made. Next comes the first Avengers.
- I love the main theme from Cider House Rules (it’s also the theme for the commercials for Michigan’s “Pure Michigan” tourist commercials narrated by Tim Allen)
- I sometimes just sit and play Spirk videos for hours
- I love role playing video games and was a huge fan of Final Fantasy
Flash Fic Friday doesn’t start until next week, but I decided to post an old one-shot of mine to get the ball rolling. This debuted in my original One-Shot Collection way back in 2014 now.
“I’m sorry, Spock.”
Jim looked out over the balcony at the ocean, a breeze ruffling his hair, and chilling his body. What did it matter anyway?
“I should have been able to save you.”
He closed his eyes, letting the tears squeeze out and onto his cheeks. For a moment, maybe several, he just stood there letting the tears fall. He already felt like he’d been crying for days. He thought maybe he’d be crying forever.
Opening his eyes, he stared down into the cup of Vulcan tea he held in his hands. Jesus, he didn’t think he could handle this. This was too much.
“Jim? You should come back inside. It’s freezing out there.”
“I don’t care, Bones.”
The sliding door opened all the way. “Yeah, well, as your doctor and your friend, I do care. Get your ass back inside.”
Jim sighed and drank the last sips of the tea and followed Bones into the apartment. He shielded his eyes against the lights. “Does it have to be so fucking bright in here?”
“Lights 25%,” Bones called out and the lights dimmed. “Better?”
His throat felt raw. Hell he felt raw all over. ‘Yeah. I need more tea.”
“You gonna do nothing but drink that Vulcan tea? When was the last time you ate?”
“The-the day he died.”
“Jesus, Jim.” Bones went into the kitchen ahead of him. “Let me fix you something.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“The hell you aren’t.” Bones scowled. “There was nothing you could have done, Jim.”
“Bones—”
“Nothing. And no one—not Spock or anyone—blames you.”
“This is so much harder than I ever thought it would be,” Jim said softly, his breath hitching. “I knew—when it happened…if it did—it would be horrible. But this. God. It’s like I’m being torn apart, Bones.”
“It’s going to be all right, Jim. Once you get past the funeral, maybe it will ease a bit.”
“How can it? It’s…it’s Spock.”
Bones eyes softened. “I know, kid. Sit down. I’ll bring you something to eat and some more of that tea.”
Jim sat at the dining room table in Bones’ apartment. His head pounded. His heart felt like it was being torn from his chest.
Spock.
The door of the apartment opened. Jim stood, breath caught in his throat. Hoping. Begging.
“T’hy’la.”
Jim’s breath came out in a rush as he flung himself at Spock, who wrapped his arms around him so tight, Jim thought it might break his ribs and he didn’t care. The tears came as Spock held him. All the love Spock felt, came through the bond at him, and Jim let it heal him, help him.
“I am sorry it took me so long to make it here,” Spock said softly, kissing Jim’s forehead. “I could not get an earlier shuttle from New Vulcan.”
“You’re here now.”
“I grieve with thee.”
“I can’t believe he’s gone.”
Spock kissed him again. “My counterpart lived a long life, Ashaya. I am certain that he is happy to be with his own T’hy’la again.”
Jim pulled back, his eyes filled with tears. “Do you think they are together again?”
“I am certain.”
“I hope so.” He hugged Spock again. “God, it’s like losing you. I can’t bear that.”
“I am here, Jim. I will always be with you.” Spock took his hands. “Come, I know you have not eaten for days. Dr. McCoy has made you something. Will you eat for us?”
Jim nodded. “Okay.”
And though Jim knew he’d lost one Spock, his own Spock–his precious T’hy’la–was here with him. And would be for many years to come.
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 