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Flash Fic, April 16, 2024

My apologies for the delay in getting something up here. I’m feeling a little ennui these days and am fairly uninterested in writing anything, to be honest.

Anyway here it is.

When the light in his dorm room suddenly came on, Jim quickly shielded his eyes.

“Jim?”

“Yeah, can you dim that light or something?”

The light dimmed to acceptable brightness and Bones’ face suddenly appeared next to him. Fortunately his face wasn’t floating in the air and was attached to the rest of him.

“Thought you had a date with the Vulcan.”

Jim groaned. “Canceled. My head’s killing me.”

“Migraine?”

“A bitch of one.”

A moment later he felt a hypo inject into his arm.

“That should give you some relief.”

“Thanks.”

“Sorry about the date, Jim. I know you were looking forward to it.”

Jim sighed. “Yeah. I’m sure that’s over.”

Bones frowned. “Because you canceled?’

“I canceled with a headache. The lamest reason known to man.” He paused. “Or Vulcans. Everyone know when you cancel something with a vague ‘headache’ it’s just an excuse.”

Bones smirked. “Well, it wasn’t with you, though.”

“He won’t know that. And his reaction wasn’t very positive.”

Bones patted his arm down lower where he didn’t just give him a shot. “Sorry, kid. Get some rest.”

And after a while of lying there, closing his eyes, Jim was able to fall asleep. He wasn’t sure for how long, but when he opened his eyes, his migraine was at least manageable. He no longer felt nauseous, and he could smell food.

Pizza.

Jim sat up.

“Bones?”

“I am not the doctor.”

His heart thudding, Jim called out, “Spock?”

And yes Spock appeared, with a plate containing two slices of cheese pizza. “I thought you might be hungry.”

“I-I am. How did you—”

“McCoy contacted me and asked me to come over.”

Jim smiled. “Wow. Thanks, Bones.”

Spock’s lips twitched. He handed the plate to Jim. “How is your head?”

“A bit better, thanks.”

“You suffer from these headaches frequently?”

“Every few months.”

Spock pulled up a chair. “Perhaps I can alleviate this one.”

“Yeah?”

“I have some Vulcan methods.”

“Wouldn’t want you to go to any trouble.”

“It’s no trouble. A simple matter of touch telepathy.”

“Will it hurt?”

“Not at all.”

Jim thought about it a moment, then nodded.

Spock’s hand came up to rest on his face and Jim wouldn’t exactly say it hurt, but he felt like a little sizzle in his skin.

Then Spock’s hand dropped away and he was staring at Jim in wonder.

Jim frowned. “That did help but I did feel something. Was that how it is supposed to feel?”

“No, it is not. You are…”

“Then what?”

“My T’hy’la.”

April 16, 2024

Flash Fic, April 11, 2024

“Hey Bones.”

McCoy looked up from a PADD he was scrutinizing.

“What are you doing?”

“Doctor stuff.”

Jim smiled faintly. “About time. Anything I need to know?”

“Nah. What’s up, Jim?” McCoy put his PADD in a nearby drawer. “You here for a reason or just showing up to annoy me?”

“I have a reason. Getting to annoy you is just an extra benefit.”

“Mmm. Coffee?”

He made his way to the replicator so Jim followed him.

“Yeah. Extra cream.”

“I know,” Bones grumbled.

“Do you know why Spock and Uhura broke up?”

“Probably seemed logical.” He handed the coffee to Jim and then made himself one. “Not really sure how she put up with him that long. I know before it was when he was going to go to the colony.”

“Right. This time, I guess, he confessed or whatever that he had feelings for someone else.”

McCoy took a swallow of coffee. “Is that right? He has feelings?”

“Bones.”

Bones shrugged. “Can’t help but wonder. They were together, what, a hundred years, and he never did fully commit.”

Jim frowned. “Maybe she didn’t either. It doesn’t have to be all Spock’s fault.”

“I suppose. Do you have a point, Jim, or did you just come here to gossip?”

Jim’s gaze narrowed. “About as much point as you do when you show up uninvited to the bridge.”

His friend smirked. “Touche. All right. Continue.”

“He said it was a he.”

“What was a he?”

“The one he has feelings for.”

Bones got a strange look then. Well, stranger then Bones usually looked, which was strange.

“Did he now? How interesting.”

Jim nodded. “I thought so.” He sipped his own coffee. “Any ideas who? HE wouldn’t tell me. Said I could figure it out.”

“And you haven’t?”

“No. It’s driving me a bit crazy,” Jim admitted. “So? No ideas?”

“Well, I do have an idea, but I’m afraid I have to get back to work.”

“Huh? What?”

“I’m running a sickbay here, Jim.”

“I have to agree with Spock. Figure it out.”

Jim huffed. “Fine. You’re as annoying as he is.”

“I’m sure.” Bones grinned and padded Jim’s arm. “Good luck.”

April 11, 2024

Flash Fic, April 09, 2024

“Well, what do you think?”

Spock looked at Jim as though he hadn’t been paying attention to what Jim had been saying for the last ten minutes.

And honestly, Jim was sort of used to that. If Jim wasn’t talking about Starfleet related business, Spock pretty much shut him out. So much for the friendship to end all friendships.

“About what?” Spock asked, cluelessly.

Jim sighed. He probably shouldn’t even bother. Mostly he had tried to engage Spock more because his relationship with Uhura was on the outs again. Some said it was permanent this time but Jim doubted it. Uhura got made at Spock’s lack of emotional connection all the time, only to decide he was worth it for the orgasms.

Jim snorted out loud.

Okay, he didn’t know that for a fact but Jim couldn’t really guess why they were on again off again all the time. When he had briefly tried a real relationship with Carol, once it was caput, he had zero interest in going again with her. And he was pretty she concurred.

“Whether I should accept the invitation to stay at the royal palace on Cridal.”

Spock stared.

“Princess Alia extended an invitation to stay in the suite next to hers during the negotiations.”

“Why would you not accept, Captain?”

He shrugged. “Mostly because we have a sort of history and I’m thinking she wants me to stay there to—”

“You have previously engaged in coitus with her royal highness?” And here he sounded both shocked and appalled.

“Not the way I’d phrase it, but basically yes. A long time ago and it didn’t end well and I—”

“Certainly not.”

“What?”

“You should stay at the official quarters arranged for you by Starfleet for the negotiations.”

“But you just asked why I wouldn’t accept?”

Spock arched a brow. “That was before I realized that she might perceive this as an opportunity.”

“Okay, sure.” Jim nodded. “But why would that matter? I mean to you. It wouldn’t interfere with my duties if I were to—”

“I believe that it would. It is best to be neutral in this instance.”

“But Cridal isn’t part of the negotiations. They are just hosting them.”

“Nevertheless it is inappropriate to give the appearance of any impropriety.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“You did seek my counsel,” Spock pointed out.

“I did. And I really don’t want to restart something with Alia.”

Spock frowned slightly. “Then why are you arguing with me?”

Jim opened his mouth to reply then closed it. “I don’t know. Habit, I guess. We’re like a bad rom-com. The only time it seems like we communicate is when we’re fighting.”

“I was unaware you felt that way.”

Jim shrugged. “Well. I mean, I know you don’t like me much. You never have. I’m pretty much used to it.”

“I was under the impression that we were friends.”

“Sure, we’ve talked the talk, but we’ve never really walked the walk.”

“What?”

“What I mean, Spock, is we always say we’re friends, even when I was dying, you admitted we were friends, but to be honest I’m not sure we’ve ever acted like friends. Saying the words really isn’t the same thing. I mean, I rely on you, definitely, but I never quite get beyond the fact you seem just to tolerate me. You never even told me you broke up with Uhura or why. I had to hear about it from other sources.”

Spock started to reply but Jim cut him off with a wave of his hand.

“And the very fact that you’re about to tell me that’s private and personal is exactly why I am saying we aren’t really friends. Not by my definition.”

For a moment, Spock remained silent, and Jim thought he was going to walk away in a huff or something.

But then he said, “We ended our relationship for good due to my emotional attachment to another.”

Jim frowned. “You like someone else?”

“Negative. I love someone else. Given that, Nyota was not interested in continuing our romantic connection.”

Jim sputtered, “Well, yeah I imagine not.” He thought about it. “Who is she?”

“My emotional attachment is not to a female, Jim.”

“Oh. Well.” Jim nodded. He wondered why that made the pit of his stomach ache. Well, and his heart too. A strange reaction to a friend being in love with someone else. He licked his lips. “Who then?”

Spock gave a slight huff of air that could have been a sigh. “I am quite certain if you consider the matter long enough, you will figure it out. If you will excuse me, Captain, I am due on the bridge.”

And this time Spock did walk away, leaving Jim staring at him in confusion.

April 9, 2024

Housekeeping/Updates

So I’m not really sure what/if I have planned to post here for April, so likely I will play it by ear/whim when and/if I post a flash.

I should warn May will be a slow month for flashes as well since I am going to be gone for a week to Hawaii on a family vacation.

In the continuing saga (we discovered the leak in the kitchen wall November 07, 2023), we are waiting for the cabinets the repair guys ordered to come in to do the next step. We have walls and that’s pretty much where we stand. Once the cabinets go in, then it’s the counters, and finally the floor, appliances etc. Yes it is mind boggling how long it takes, but keep in mind a large part of that was waiting for insurance to decide what they would pay, etc. We also had to have the HOA insurance in, though they never did do a damn thing. It’s been a very long and tiring and at time quite depressing process. But when I get the new kitchen finally in, I will post pictures.

I’m getting anxious to start a new Starfleet Academy story. Those are, admittedly, my personal favorite. This one will have some hurt/comfort, include an actual relationship with Sam, and of course Spirk. Not sure when I’ll get it going but I will.

This weekend I’ll be going to the Boysenberry Festival at Knott’s Berry Farm. We have annual passes for the park so should be fun. And then the next I am off to Temecula again! Ha. Seems I never sit still.

Here is a picture of the hills by my house. This is while I was out at Petsmart getting Luna her new favorite food!

April 3, 2024

April 01, 2024 Flash Fic

“Spock and I slept together last night.”

“You what?”

“Shhh. Bones, stop yelling.” Jim laughed, and looked around the mess room self-consciously. No one seemed to be looking at them at the moment and he spotted Spock sitting at a table for two with Uhura across the way.

“Are you out of your mind? How?”

“How do you think? The usual way.”

Bones gave him an exasperated look. “How did it happen? Uhura’s gonna go berserk.”

Jim paused to feel a bit guilty. He cleared his throat. “We were, uh, arguing. Like always. And then suddenly he was pushing me against the wall in my quarters and—”

His friend held up a hand to stop him. “That’s definitely enough. What are you going to do now?”

Jim stared at him. “Do?”

“You slept with Spock. In case you didn’t think of it, he’s with—

“Yeah, I know. Nothing though. I’m pretty sure it was a onetime thing.”

“You’re pretty sure?”

Jim nodded. “Well, I mean, is anybody totally and completely sure of anything, Bones?” He smiled. “I really have to go. The bridge is waiting.”

And he scooted out of the mess room and to the bridge right after.

It was an hour or two later that he realized he was getting strange looks from the bridge crew. He kept feeling Uhura’s stare but every time he glanced in her direction, she was looking at her station.

And he sure didn’t miss the strange looks he was getting from Spock.

Strange.

It began to make him uncomfortable.

“Uh, I’ve got, uh, I need to take a quick break. You have the conn,” he called over his shoulder as he ran to the turbolift.

But Spock followed him right inside as the doors closed.

“Didn’t I just give you the command?”

“Mr. Scott is on the bridge, he can handle it.” Spock pulled the handle to stop the turbolift.

Jim’s eyes widened. “What—”

“Apparently we slept together,” Spock said, getting straight to the point. “Something I was, somehow, unaware of.”

Jim felt his face redden. “That was…do you know what today is, Mr. Spock?”

Spock simply stared at him, eyebrow raised.

“April Fool’s Day,” Jim supplied. “I was just playing a joke on Bones. I figured he’d get what day it was, but, um, and anyway, how did—”

“Mr. Chekov overheard.”

“Damn, nosey kid. I should have known.”

“I should warn you Nyota has filed a formal report.”

“A what?”

“A complaint with Starfleet.”

“Now wait just a minute.” Then he narrowed his eyes. “April Fools.”

“Indeed.”

“Funny. Can you restart the lift?”

“As a matter of fact, Nyota does not care at all,” Spock said then. “And for a moment thought it was true.”

“Why wouldn’t she care?”

“We are not together. We broke up some time ago but remain friends.”

Jim rolled his eyes. “Ha ha. April Fools. You’re taking the jokes a little far now, Spock. I get it and learned my lesson.”

Spock suddenly crowded him against the wall of the turbolift. “I am not speaking in jest, Captain. Perhaps later in your quarters I can convince you of my sincerity.”

Jim’s jaw dropped open but then closed when Spock leaned in, kissed him, moved back, and restarted the lift. A moment later, Spock got off, leaving Jim staring after him.

April 1, 2024

March 29, 2024 Flash Fic

As we close out March…here’s a little Easter fun for you (with a side of Sarona)

It wasn’t easy playing Easter Bunny in a house full of Vulcans. Well partial Vulcans. But it hadn’t been easy at Christmas playing Santa, so he was reasonably up for the task, Jim thought.

It was freakishly early. Once upon a time, Jim didn’t sleep particularly well, but that wasn’t the case anymore. He was married with a family now, settled in a way he’d never thought he’d get to experience.

So, four in the morning was far too early for his modern life. But he didn’t want to take any chances those Vulcans he lived with would come bounding down before he was prepared for them.

Not that any were ever particularly energetic coming down the stairs that it could be called “bounding”.

So he left a basket each for the two children, Amanda and George, after much argument among them all they’d been given Terran names, that were filled with non-chocolate Easter candy, gummies and jellybeans, and stuffies, and games.

Then he left a basket for Spock, this one with actual chocolate, for Jim never claimed to be a saint, one for his mother also with chocolate and some little cakes she particularly enjoyed, and a fairly small one for Sarek, no chocolate for his either, because if his mom wanted to share some of hers with him, well that was none of Jim’s business, but he wasn’t going to encourage anything.

Then he hurried back upstairs to bed.

As he got in, Spock murmured, “Where have you been?”

“Had to pee.”

At a decent time, when everyone was up and about, his family found their Easter Baskets.

They were met with rolled eyes and mutterings about a fake bunny from the kids, but also barely hidden grins as they surveyed their loot.

Spock gave Jim an indulgent kiss and a raised eyebrow after viewing the contents of his basket.

And Jim tried not to look as his mom fed a bite of one of her cakes to Sarek.

It was a good morning.

March 29, 2024

Flash Fic, March 27, 2024

Spock climbed out of the bedroom window and cautiously on to the flat roof of the house next to it where Jim sat, legs bent at the knee and pulled up to his chest.

“This is an unusual place to find you.” Spock lowered himself to sit beside his husband.

Jim smiled. “Needed a quiet place to think. I used to come out here all the time when I was a kid.” He laughed. “A long time ago.”

“If you would like to be alone—”

“Heck, no.” Jim put his hand on Spock’s leg. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Where you go, I always follow.”

And perhaps that was a bad thing to admit but it was true, nonetheless.

“Thinking about your mother?”

Jim nodded. “I’m an orphan now. Which is crazy. I’m…I’m no young man anymore. It’s been a long time since I needed my mommy, you know?”

“I know,” Spock said softly.

“Still, that puts me firmly in the front of the line for mortality, doesn’t it?”

“I prefer not to think in terms of your mortality,” Spock replied.

“I can’t entirely dismiss the idea. It’s possible I’ll live a good long time with Khan’s blood, but there are no guarantees, even with me no longer being in active command of a starship.”

“Yes, there are no guarantees in life for any of us. We are not promised tomorrow. We have to make the best of today.”

“A logical philosophy.” Jim smiled, squeezed Spock’s leg.

They heard a noise down below and then a blond teenaged head popped out through the open window.

“I’m hungry. What have we got to eat?” David, Jim’s son, demanded.

Jim chuckled. “I haven’t been to the store.”

“But—”

“We’ll order a pizza.”

“Cool.” And David went inside again.

Jim sighed, leaned his head against Spock’s shoulder and said, “Come on. Let’s go back inside.”

March 27, 2024

Need to Catch Up

After being away for several days, I have a bit of catching up to do.

My plan this week is to get the next chapter of The Wrong Captain done and posted.

And at some point this week I will have more flashes up here.

March 25, 2024

March 20, 2024

Another after mission…a continuation from yesterday…

I’ll be out of town for the next few days but will likely continue after mission flashes when I am back next week!

Jim didn’t mind when Spock helped him into the chair directly next to the fireplace in their apartment.

It truly wasn’t that cold of a day but he felt a bit cold and Spock had made sure to get a fire going as soon as they got to the apartment.

Spock was being very gentle and caring with him ever since he was given the approval to allow Jim to finish the rest of his recovery at home.

Sure he was being a little overprotective, but Jim cut him some slack. Spock had been very freaked out over Jim’s injuries.

Just now his assistant, Ensign Morely, was busy tapping frantically at her PADD as she spoke to Jim. She had arrived about ten minutes before.

“The meeting with—:

“Canceled, Admiral.”

He narrowed his eyes. “That meeting is important and I have to be a part of it.”

“Which is why it’s been postponed until you are able to lead it.” She gave him a winning smile.

“On who’s orders?” Jim demanded.

Her gaze slid to a blank-faced Spock.

“I believe that will be all, Ensign,” Spock said. “I will see you out.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll be in touch, Admiral.” She called over her shoulder.

A moment later, Spock returned to Jim’s side.

“You changed the meetings?”

“Of course. You are in no condition to see to normal duties during your recovery from not only your accidental fall but the flu as well.”

“I could do a virtual meeting. Wouldn’t even have to leave home.”

“The meetings are not urgent nature, therefore, it was agreed that they could wait for you to feel better.”

“I feel okay,” Jim grumbled, though it wasn’t entirely true. He did feel a bit weak still and he couldn’t seem to shake the chills. “Could I get some hot chocolate?”

“Of course.” Spock paused, then said, “She admires you.”

“Who?”

“Ensign Morely. She has a crush on you.”

Jim laughed but saw Spock was not joking, so he sighed. “Nah. I could be her dad.”

“Age does not stop people from attraction.”

“Yeah, maybe. But…she’s…maybe a tiny crush because she thinks I’m a big shot but—”

“You are a big shot.”

Jim snorted. “But she is well aware my heart and very soul belong only to you.” He put out his hand for Spock’s. “I love you. I’m going to be fine. Come sit with me when you return with my hot chocolate.”

“I definitely will. And I love you too, ashayam.”

March 20, 2024

Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Fan Fiction and Personal Ramblings

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