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Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

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Flash Fic, October 10, 2025

This one should be a tad bit spookier than last weeks.

Jim spotted his friend, Leonard “Bones” McCoy standing before a digital bulletin board on Starfleet campus.

“What’s up? Looking for a new roommate?” he joked.

“Well, I’m guessing that’s gonna happen pretty soon, but no. Listen to this.”

Jim smiled. “I’m listening.”

“Over the last few weeks several cadets have gone missing. They are seen one day and the next morning it is as if they have vanished. No trace of them has been found,” Bones read.

“Hmm. Yeah? Does it give any other information?”

Just then Jim felt someone’s hand touch his waist lightly. He glanced over and smiled at Spock.

“Hey you.”

Bones glanced over and barely refrained from rolling his eyes. “I should have known with you here Spock wouldn’t be far behind.”

“What are you saying, doctor?”

“Oh, don’t pay him any mind, Spock. We were just reading about the disappearances of cadets.”

Spock glanced at the board. “These are all cadets staying in the dormitories.”

“Yeah, looks like it.”

“Then it makes sense for you to move in with me now,” Spock said smoothly.

Bones snorted. “And leave me to disappear I suppose?”

Jim laughed. He turned to look at Spock. “Do you really think I should? I mean I figured I would eventually, sure, but we’ve only been official for a couple of weeks.”

“This seems an appropriate time given the recent disappearances.”

“The whole thing sounds weird to me,” Jim said, glancing back at the board. “I wonder if it’s someone’s idea of a Halloween joke.”

“I was unaware of Halloween being a time for jokes,” Spock said.

“Well, a prank.” Jim scooted closer to the board, moving Bones away with his shoulder.

“Don’t mind me. I’m just standing here.”

“Oh shush. See look.” He stabbed at the notice. “All of the cadets have been male with fair hair and blue eyes.”

Bones chortled. “That leaves me out after all.”

“That is alarming,” Spock put in.

“Hardly. This has Gary Mitchell all over it.”

“I do not understand.”

“Gary’s an asshole. Him and his buddy, Finnegan. The two of them get together and decide how to make everyone else miserable. Like my second day here, I walked through this doorway and a bucket of old fish poured all over me from above.” Jim made a face, remembering. “Those two idiots were behind it.” He narrowed his eyes at Bones. “Are you laughing?”

“Of course not, Jim,” Bones assured him.

Jim rolled his eyes. “The point is this thing is specifying “cadets” that sound just like me. I bet if we checked with someone in actual authority no such disappearances are happening.”

Bones frowned. “You could be right. I’ll check into and let you know. But I agree it’s likely those two idiots at it again. Trying to cause a panic or something.”

“Next thing you know they’ll be dressing up as the headless horseman and throwing pumpkin heads at people.” Jim patted Bones’ shoulder. “See you later.”

Bones moved off and Jim turned to Spock, who still looked troubled.

“I still believe it would be prudent for you to move off campus into my apartment,” Spock declared. “You have been spending most nights there anyway.”

“Yeah, that’s true. And for all his grumbling, I really don’t think Bones minds.” He grinned. “Okay sure.”

Spock glanced at the notice. “Are you sure it is a Halloween prank?”

“Not positive but it sounds weirdly specific.”

“Indeed. A bucket of old fish?”

“Yeah and it was really gross.”

“I will have to make myself acquainted with Mitchell and Finnegan,” Spock said, rather ominously as they walked away from the bulletin board.

Jim opened his mouth to tell Spock he didn’t really need to defend his honor, if that was the intention, but then he remembered standing there covered in smelly fish, humiliated beyond belief as the two idiots cackled like maniacs. He smiled to himself and began to plan his move to Spock’s apartment.

Flash Fic, October 03, 2025

We start this month out with Fall/Autumn stories. No Spooky with this one!

Jim had just stepped outside the house, carrying a large uncarved pumpkin, when the hover car pulled up next to the cobblestone pathway his mother had put in some years ago.

He continued over to where he had decided to place the pumpkin even as he was aware of the tall, thin Vulcan getting out of the hover car.

“Captain.”

He crouched down and placed the pumpkin on the ground. “Jim. I’m definitely not on duty.”

“You are not answering your communicator,” Spock said, a clear reprimand in his tone.

“That’s right.”

“May I ask why?”

Jim straightened and stood. He walked backward to admire his handiwork on the Autumn décor.

“I’m not required to. Regulation 2465, Part A. If officer has been relieved of duty while under investigation they are not—”

“I know what the regulations say,” Spock interrupted.

Jim smiled faintly. “You probably wrote some of them.”

“Your being relieved of duty is temporary,” Spock pointed out. “And can be rescinded at any time. How would you know if you ignore attempts to contact you?”

“I figure they’d send a representative from Starfleet if that were the case.” He eyed Spock. “Is that the case?”

Spock shook his head. “That is not the purpose of my visit.”

“Ah.” Jim nodded, then shrugged. “Okay. So we’re back to I’m perfectly within my legal right not to respond. I was suspended for six months, Spock. I’m barely half a month into that suspension.”

“You are surely aware that you will not be suspended for those entire six months.”

“I am not aware and don’t call me Shirley,” Jim said with a laugh. And when that was met with a blank look, Jim laughed more. “Never mind. What do you want, Spock? And why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be acting captain?”

“I refused the position.”

Jim frowned. “It needs more pumpkins. And maybe some other gourds. Hang on.” He took out his personal communicator. He’d also ignored messages from friends on that too. His Starfleet one was up in his room, stuffed into his desk. He tapped out a message, closed it, and repocketed it. “Why? If you did, who is acting captain?”

“William Decker was brought on board upon my refusal.”

“Decker? Hmm. I guess he’ll do fine.”

“If you have concerns, you can fight the suspension and be reinstated sooner.”

Jim laughed. “I have no concerns, Spock. And I don’t regret my actions during that battle. Ten thousand lives were saved. That matters to me, even if it doesn’t to them.”

“I agree you did nothing wrong, but regulations—”

“I’m really not having this discussion with you. I haven’t been in Riverside for Fall since I was a kid. I intend to make the best of it.” He sighed. Looked up at the gathering clouds. “Want to go inside?”

Spock paused for a moment, looking slightly pained, and then said, “Yes.”

Jim led the Vulcan into the house, turning lights on from old-fashioned switches as he did.

“It’s nice to be back with no signs or ghosts of Frank,” he commented.

“Your stepfather.”

“Yeah. Dead and buried now. Thank God. And that might sound harsh, but I don’t care.” Jim went into the kitchen and poured himself coffee from the carafe sitting on the coffeemaker. “You can replicate yourself tea over there by the wall if you want. Or I think there’s a tea kettle around here.”

Spock went to the replicator and had it make him tea.

Jim added cream to his coffee and then leaned against the counter to observe Spock.

“There was a rumor she did him in.”

Spock arched a brow. “Who?”

“Mom.” He shrugged. “It was officially ruled a heart attack but I don’t think anyone really believes that. It wasn’t investigated too closely because he was a rotten Human Being. Terrible abuser of me and my brother, and mom.”

“You are serious?”

“About my mom? Yeah, maybe. I mean she’s never said, but who knows. I thought about it myself a dozen times.”

“Where is she now?”

“In the city, getting us some supplies. She’s living here full time now that she retired from Starfleet. And madder than a hornet about my suspension.” He grinned.

“I have taken a leave,” Spock announced then.

“What for?”

“I told you before I have no desire to serve aboard the Enterprise without you.”

Jim sighed. “I broke things off so my actions wouldn’t interfere with your career, Spock.”

“I don’t consider things ‘broken off’,” Spock said with a hint of a sneer. “I do not agree to end our relationship.”

“I said I wouldn’t bond with you.”

“I am aware of what you said and when all of this has been settled we will revisit that.”

Jim set his coffee cup down and went to Spock, who immediately pulled him into his arms. He could feel Spock trembling slightly as he held onto Jim.

“I didn’t want to wreck your Starfleet career,” Jim said into Spock’s chest.

“I do not think either of our careers will be wrecked, but if they are, then they are wrecked together.”

Jim laughed and pulled back to look at Spock. “You’re nuts.”

“I surmised that when I first realized I was in love with you.”

“Wait, is that a joke? Who knew you could tell jokes?” He kissed Spock. “I love you. That’s never going to change.”

“Just as my feelings will stay the same for you. Jim, we are together. And that means together in everything.”

“But my decisions shouldn’t harm you.”

“They did not. I agree with your actions.”

“Despite regulations?”

“Yes. And I believe ten thousand people also agree with your actions.”

“How long is your leave?”

“I specified that it would be as long as your suspension whether that is the six months conveyed or if it shortened when they conclude the investigation in your favor.”

“They might not.”

“They will.” Spock kissed him this time. “In the meantime, I have arrived with belongings that are still in the hover car and if you and your mother are amenable, I will spend my leave here with you.”

“Oh, I’m very amenable.”

Just then the back door opened and his mother came in.

“I got your gourds but you have to get them out of the car. Oh. Hi, Spock.” She smiled. “It’s lovely to see you.”

“I am pleased to see you as well.”

Jim wasn’t surprised at all when his mother came to Spock and hugged him, and Spock allowed it.

“Jim told me that you and he weren’t—”

“Jim was wrong,” Spock said coolly.

His mom laughed. “And that’s exactly what I figured. I’m so relieved you’re here. You’re staying of course.”

“Of course.”

“It would serve them right if they lost both of you. Old men assholes.” She sniffed.  “I have groceries and gourds in the car. Firewood, too. You boys can go bring them in for me.”

Jim smiled at Spock. “Shall we?”

Spock took his hand and they went out to unload everything together.

And yeah, in reality, Jim knew they would rule in his favor, but he intended to spend as much time with his mom and Spock like this as long as he could.  

Flash Fic, September 26, 2025

And here is the last September flash. A bit of a twist on the Academy. Next Friday will be October 03, 2025 so we will be in Halloween/Fall mode.

“Are there any questions?” Spock asked as he shut down the overhead screen in his classroom and turned to face the cadets in his class.

A hand went up in the middle of the second row.

“Cadet Lewis, you have a question?”

She brightened. “Is it true you used to date Captain Kirk?”

There were several audible snickers.

Spock barely held back his sigh.

“Any questions pertaining to the actual content of today’s lesson?”

No hands went up.

“Dismissed.”

As the cadets began to file out of the classroom, he noticed a few spotted the man sitting in the shadows at the top of the stadium style seating, but they didn’t seem to recognize him, though he did earn a few curious glances.

When the cadets were gone, the man stood up and walked toward Spock.

“Used to, huh?” Jim chuckled.

“I suppose it is sort of true,” Spock replied. “We no longer ‘date’ since we are mates.”

“We went to a nice dinner last night, doesn’t that count as a date?” Jim leaned over and gave Spock a quick kiss.

The door of the classroom opened and Cadet Lewis came hurrying back in.

“Sorry, Professor, I think I dropped my lipstick…” She stopped in her tracks, eyes wide as she stared at them. “S-sir.”

Jim smiled. “Cadet Lewis.”

She scrambled over to where she’d been sitting, bent down and retrieved her lipstick. She straightened.

“So it is true!” she exclaimed. “But you still are dating, aren’t you?”

“Cadet—” Spock began.

“Commander Spock is my husband,” Jim explained.

“Oh wow! Wait until I tell Margery!”

Jim laughed.

Lewis blushed. “Congratulations, Captain, Commander.”

“Thanks. You’d better be on your way, Cadet. I have Starfleet business to discuss with your professor.”

“Yes, of course.” She hurried from the classroom.

“What Starfleet business?” Spock asked.

“Ship repairs will be completed by the end of the week, so your temporary teaching assignment concludes then too.”

Spock nodded. “I cannot say I am sorry to hear it. Though if you take an eventual promotion to admiral, I might consider returning to teach at the Academy.”

“You don’t want to command a starship?”

“I have no desire to serve on a ship you are not on,” Spock stated simply.

Jim reached over and squeezed his hand. Then he glanced around. “Boy, this all brings back memories.”

“Fond ones?”

Jim grinned. “Well, my fondest are in what used to be your office when you slammed me down on your desk and—”

Spock shut him up with a kiss.   

Here We Are Again

It’s that time of year again where I start contemplating my future in writing fanfic for Spirk. This past August I reached 12 years of writing and posting on AO3. That’s a long time.

I’ve seen a lot of readers come and go. A few have been reading maybe as long as I’ve been posting, but not many.

I’m left wondering if there’s anything left for me to write about AOS Spirk. I don’t know. I still have a few ideas in my brain ruminating but should I eventually write them or just conclude my “career” at the end of the current WIPS I have going.

I’ve seen the first season of Strange New Worlds and I don’t hate it, but not sure there’s anything for me to write about it for Spirk. They’ve done their best to heterosexualize Ethan Peck’s Spock to the point he even has a real relationship with T’Pring and even Christine Chapel. I’m not entirely crazy about Paul Wesley’s Kirk either. I don’t think he’s bad acting-wise but there’s an odd look to him that I can’t quite figure out that makes him not as cute as I’d like. Makes me shallow I guess but he’s no Chris Pine or William Shatner. Sometimes he looks okay but other times just weird. I never watched Vampire Diaries but I have seen scenes from it where he looked fairly normal so I’m not quite sure what it is about his Kirk that seems odd. Anyway, given that Spock’s leanings and my uncertainty about that Kirk, I don’t see me creating anything in that area.

Other than the occasional TOS fic, I don’t feel I can add much to that that others don’t already add.

So that’s where I’m at. Should I continue to create more AOS Spirk fics until I croak over (ha ha) or when the four WIPS I have going are done, do I give it up?

Thoughts?

Flash Fic, September 19, 2025

Hard to believe only one week left after this for Academy month! Then we move on to October’s theme. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Here’s this week!

There really wasn’t any reason to stay any longer, and yet Jim knew he was lingering.

Professor Spock was resting in the hospital bed, though he was awake and had been conversing with Jim and members of the staff. He’d messaged someone Spock had asked him to so could come be with him.

He’d been assured Spock would be fine would likely be released in the morning.

And yet, he was reluctant to leave.

“Well, I guess, I should be—” He started to say for like the fourth time. But something always interrupted him. The last time, a nurse had brought Sprock a vegetarian soup for him to sip.

This time he was interrupted when the person Jim had messaged about Spock arrived.

Nyota Uhura.

Jim was well familiar with her. She’d been snooty from the moment he’d spoken to her at the bar in Riverside. He didn’t really feel like dealing with her fawning over Spock now.

And of course she ran right over to Spock and started fussing with him and the position he was in and his pillows.

Of course she had to be the one.

Jim grimaced. “Anyway, since your girlfriend’s here, I’m going to get going,” he said loudly.

They both stopped and then stared at Jim. He couldn’t tell if it was because they forgot he was even there or what.

Spock’s mouth hung open slightly. “Nyota is not my girlfriend.”

Jim was nonplused by this.

Spock seemed a bit dazed himself. “I thought…” He trailed off and oddly enough blushed.

Uhura cleared her throat. “I think I’m going to run to the cafeteria for some tea.” She leaned down to kiss Spock’s forehead. “I’ll be back.”

Jim watched her leave, admittedly confused. He wasn’t sure what just happened.

 “Uh.” He knew he sounded lame.

Spock was still looking embarrassed. “I apologize, Jim. I assumed…”

Jim got closer. “Assumed what?”

Spock did not meet his gaze. “That you shared my interest. If I have misinterpreted—”

Jim’s eyes widened and he leaned over Spock to kiss him on the lips.

When he pulled back, Spock’s dark eyes were filled with warmth.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s me who hit my head,” Jim joked.

“Perhaps I was too subtle.”

Jim shook his head and then nodded. “Yeah, maybe you were. But I get it now.”

He kissed Spock again.

A throat cleared and Jim looked over to see Uhura smirking, holding a cup in her hand.

“Everything worked out now?” she asked.

Jim sat on the edge of Spock’s bed and grasped Spock’s hand in his. “Yep.”

She chuckled and came further into the room. “Now how exactly did you hit your head, Professor?”

Spock replied, “As it happens…”   

Flash Fic, September 12, 2025

This one is most definitely an AU, read on!

“Is this seat taken?”

It took a moment for Jim to realize that whoever asked that question must be speaking to him, because he felt someone hovering nearby. He looked up from concentrating on his PADD. And looked up again. The speaker was tall, thin, and Vulcan.

“What?”

“Is the seat next to you currently occupied?” the Vulcan spoke slowly, as though Jim were an idiot. Perhaps he was as he still just stared.

When the Vulcan continued to stare back, Jim finally replied, “No.”

With a slight nod, the Vulcan sat in the seat next to Jim at the table in the cafeteria. He’d brought with him what smelled like spiced tea and a plate that looked like it contained a raisin scone.

Jim allowed his gaze to wander around the cafeteria and noted that were several available tables that were entirely unoccupied. That the Vulcan chose to sit at his table was a puzzle. With a shrug, Jim went back to his PADD and absently took a sip of his coffee.

“Are you a first-year cadet?”

Jim found it to be an interesting question considering he was not wearing any kind of cadet’s uniform, but rather a t-shirt and jeans. Still he supposed considering he was in Starfleet Academy’s cafeteria the question made some sort of sense.

Jim did not recognize the Vulcan, which meant he did not attend the VSA on Vulcan. At least not currently anyway. He might be a past student. Judging by the Vulcan’s current attire, he was likely teaching courses at Starfleet Academy.

He thought about his knowledge related to a Vulcan who had enlisted in Starfleet.

Jim asked carefully, “Spock?”

“That is correct,” the Vulcan replied, unable to completely cover his surprise. Yes, this was the half-Human Vulcan. “You did not answer my question.”

Jim smiled. “I am not a first-year cadet, no.”

“How is it you are aware of my identity, mister…?”

“Kirk. James Kirk. I have heard of you,” he admitted. “Based on what I have heard, I figured you were Spock.”

“I see. You definitely have an advantage over me. What year of the Academy are you in, if I may ask.”

“You can ask.” Jim chuckled at the blank look on Spock’s face. Yep, he was well familiar with that look. “I am not a cadet at all, Spock.”

“Surely not a parent of a student.”

He outright laughed. “Nah. A little young for that. I’m teaching here this semester. Battle Tactics.”

Spok minutely frowned. Jim could tell he was trying to determine how best to politely ask Jim for his qualifications.

“Normally I teach on Vulcan,” he added, watching for Spock’s reaction.

“The planet Vulcan?’

“Do you know another?” Jim smiled.

“Where—”

“The Vulcan Science Academy.”

You teach at the Vulcan Science Academy?”

“Yep. Have for the past, er, two years. I was asked to teach Battle Tactics here, so I’ve taken a temporary leave from VSA. Feel free to check me out.”

Spock blinked, fired up his own PADD and a moment later said, “You are a quarter Vulcan.”

“I am, yes. Mom’s side. She was half Vulcan. Her mother. I suspect my students find me a bit too Human, but they seem to like me anyway.”

“Your grandmother.”

Jim nodded. “Yep. You probably have heard of her. She’s fairly famous. She assures me that her relationship with my Human grandfather was brief and a mistake, but she tolerates Mom and me anyway. And my brother.”

“Who is your grandmother?”

Jim watched Spock again for his reaction. “T’Pau.”

T’Pau?” Spock sounded outraged.

“Sort of blows your mind, huh?”

“I…there is no proof that any of that is true.”

Jim glanced down at his PADD, pressed a few buttons, and then handed that PADD to Spock, who studied it with a noticeable muscle twitch next to his eyebrows.

Jim leaned back. “But now that you mention it, I have been thinking of switching sides.”

Spock looked up, handed the PADD back to Jim. “Switching sides?”

“Joining Starfleet. They have a really cute Vulcan officer.”

Spock actually blushed.

Jim grinned. “Anyway, I’ve been wondering, Spock, why you wanted to sit here when there are plenty of tables available.”

Spock’s blush deepened. “I thought it was obvious. Given my interest, I can only assume that I somehow recognized your Vulcan heritage, which prompted me, logically, to attempt contact.”

Jim laughed. “Logically. Yes. I guess so.”

“What else would it be?”

“My cute ass.”

Spock cleared his throat. “Perhaps that too.”

PS. I kinda love the idea of this universe and think Jim/T’Pau interaction with her as his granny would be epic, but that’s me, LOL

So Anyway, It Will Happen…

If you’re wondering why I haven’t updated anything in a week or so. I’m a bit burned out at the moment. I know what comes next on which story but I can’t seem to make myself write it. On the other hand I have also been mulling over a one shot that takes place during and after Into Darkness that would pretty much ignore the Beyond stuff. I want to write that, really, before updating anything else and I can’t make myself sit down and do that either.

M is off for a relative’s wedding this weekend so maybe I will get to it, I don’t know. But that’s where I am at.

I’ve turned comments off as I really don’t think anyone will have anything they want to say! LOL

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Flash Fic, September 05, 2025

And Academy Month Begins

Someone slammed into Spock so hard it knocked him off his feet and to the ground just outside the biology building of Starfleet Academy.

“Oh crap. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m late!”

Spock, momentarily stunned, looked up at a wild-eyed sandy haired cadet with flushed skin staring down at him.

“Let me help you up.”

Spock shook himself. “There is no need, Cadet. I am capable of standing on my own. Since you are late, I suggest you continue to your class.”

“But-are you all right? Are you injured?”

“I am not. Go.”

After another second of hesitation, the cadet ran off.

Spock rose and quickly inspected his uniform, brushing off leaves and other debris. He was in time to see the cadet who knocked him down entering the classroom where Spock would be providing instruction that day.

Were Spock fully Human he would no doubt be somewhat amused by the coincidence. But because he favored his Vulcan side, he did not give amusement a chance to grow hold and instead made his way to the class.

The minute he stepped up to the podium and looked out over the cadets, Spock spoke, “I am Spock. I’ll be teaching this course for Professor Lawrence this semester.”

He ignored the few groans the Human cadets seemed unable to suppress. Spock understood. Natalie Lawrence was a popular instructor, but her difficult pregnancy had made it necessary to appoint a replacement.

He flicked his gaze out at the cadets sitting in their stadium-style classroom and immediately spotted the cadet who’d mowed him down scrunching down in his seat in an apparent attempt to go unnoticed. It was to no avail for that particular cadet was likely to stand out no matter how much he tried not to. He was very attractive with deep blue eyes. He was the sort of man who would ‘turn heads’ as his own mother would put it.

Spock had no intention of moving his head.

He cleared his throat and began his lecture.

Spock was not sure why he was surprised when shortly after he left the classroom that same cadet suddenly appeared, keeping pace with him as he walked.

“Hey, sorry about that. Professor.” The cadet glanced his way. “Commander. Sorry, Commander. It won’t happen again.”

“I should hope not.”

“Kirk.”

“I beg your pardon?”

The cadet smiled and for a moment, Spock felt dizzy.

“Kirk, James T. My name.”

“Ah. I believe I might have heard of you, Cadet Kirk.”

“Good things, I hope.”

“What I heard was neither positive nor negative. Neutral.’

“Oh. Well.” Kirk stopped abruptly.

And for some reason Spock found unfathomable, he too stopped.

“I don’t want to keep you from wherever your next destination is, I just wanted to apologize, find out if you were all right, and assure you it won’t be repeated.”

“I am unharmed,” Spock assured him. “But I do urge caution the next time you are rushing to a class. Not everyone will be as sturdy on their feet as I am.”

For some odd reason, Cadet Kirk smiled. It really was a very nice smile.

“Don’t worry about me,” Kirk replied.

“I am not, in fact, worried.”

Which drew out a hearty laugh from Kirk. And though Spock almost felt he should be affronted, like perhaps the cadet was having amusement at Spock’s expense, he found the laugh so appealing he could not be irritated.

Kirk thrust out his hand toward Spock and before Spock could rethink doing so, he took the offered hand to shake it.

And electric-like shocks crept from his palm and fingers where they touched Kirk all the way up his arm. And he felt an almost kick in his side where his heart lay. It was suddenly hard to maintain his composure and though he felt a tug on his hand by Kirk, who clearly wanted him to let go, Spock held fast.

“Are you all right, Commander?”

It seemed clear from the confusion on Cadet Kirk’s face he was completely unaware of what Spock had just discovered.

“Would you happen to be free for coffee or tea?” Spock asked.

“Uh. Now?”

“Preferably.”

Kirk nodded. “Okay. But I think I’m going to need that hand to lift my coffee cup.”

Spock released his hand then, reluctantly. Kirk smiled.

“After you,” Kirk said.

Spock began to walk and Kirk fell into place beside him. “I do not believe you will need to worry about being late for my course.”

“No? Why is that?”

“If I am correct, you will have to request a transfer.”

Flash Fic, August 29, 2025

This seems a fitting precursor for Academy Month

“So, I guess this is it.”

She stood near, arms crossed defensively in front of her chest, looking like she was about to cry.

“I still can’t believe you let that Pike guy talk you into enlisting n Starfleet.” She sniffed.

He smiled. “It will be all right, Mom.”

She gestured to his beaten face. “Really? With assholes like that as cadets?”

“You are right. They are assholes but not everyone is. You and Dad were Starfleet once.”

“Yeah…well. You see how that worked out.”

“I wasn’t doing much around Riverside anyway. This might be just what I need to jumpstart my life.”

Her bottom lip quivered. “Not like I could stop you.”

His smile gentled. “You could, honestly, but I know you won’t.”

“Your first day of school,” she whispered, “I didn’t want you to go. For those first few years it was just you and me and Sam. After your daddy died, it was hard to get anyone to help me, you know? And I didn’t want to impose or ask for help most of the time. George’s parents had already passed on and my parents didn’t live anywhere near Riverside. They offered when you were first born but I wanted…I thought I had something to prove after everything. And I was so depressed.”

“I’m sorry.”

She nodded, swallowed. “I missed your daddy an awful lot. We were so excited during my second pregnancy. We decided to keep it a secret. The gender I mean. I sort of wanted a girl but George wanted another boy.” She laughed. “He got his wish. And anyway, you couldn’t have been more perfect. So in those first years, we got to be real close, the three of us. I managed to keep it together and not give into the depression because I had you boys to keep safe. Other than not having your daddy there, we had the best Christmases then. So much fun. But your first day of school? It was awful.”

“Didn’t you have to do that with Sammy?”

“I did but he was always…very much his own thing, you know? He didn’t want to be coddled or loved not the way you did. I think he struggled more with George’s death than I realized. He didn’t know him long but he managed to idolize George in the time he did know. Anyway, he wasn’t terribly affectionate or anything and I think he wouldn’t have appreciated me weeping like a fool over him.”

Jim was a little amused. “But I did?”

“You and I were very close. You were my sweet little mini me. I tried to go with the idea of home schooling you but by then everyone I knew, my parents too, said it would be a mistake. That you needed to get out and meet others and socialize with more than me and Sam. So I took you to school. You were fine. You said, ‘Bye Mommy’ and ran. You didn’t even look back, you just ran in there like you were about to conquer the world. And I cried and cried.”

“Ah, Mom.” Jim went and hugged her close. “You know I loved you. I love you always.”

“Yeah.” She clung to him. “I made a lot of mistakes, honey.”

“We all make mistakes.  It’s how we learn to grow as human beings afterward that defines us.”

She shook her head. “You’ve always been better than me.” She pulled out of his arms. “You’re going to be an amazing Starfleet officer, Jim. I don’t doubt that at all. But I’m going to miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too,” he assured her. “Walk me out to the bike?”

She wiped her eyes and said, “Sure.”

They walked outside arm in arm. It was early in the morning still. He hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep, being sore all over from the fight. 

He squeezed her hand and went over to his bike. He was about to get on when he turned around.

“See? I’m looking back this time.”

She laughed and cried at the same time, ran to him and hugged him tight. “Contact me when you get there.”

“I will. I promise.” He got on the bike, winked and then said, “Bye Mommy.”

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