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Flash Fic, September 25, 2023

Only a couple more parts to go on this one!

“So, I’m thinking of taking Bones up on his offer,” Jim said just before he was due to head off to class.

Spock was standing in the kitchen, wearing his uniform, and cooking some kind of oatmeal thing for his breakfast. He had offered Jim, but he’d declined.

“Bones?”

“Leonard McCoy.”

“Oh. Yes. I’d forgotten you had a nickname for him. Offer?”

“To room with him until they get me my own dorm. That way I can get out of your hair. You’ve been more than generous with your time and place.” Jim smiled. “And cooking skills.”

“It is my understanding that Doctor Mccoy only has a single dorm.”

“Well, yeah. I’d sleep on the couch or a cot or something. But it would only be temporary.”

Spock stared at him blankly. “I see.”

And Jim sort of deflated. What had he hoped? That Spock would beg him to stay because he’d fallen madly in love with Jim? Ha.

Jim nodded. “Guess I’d better get to class.” He turned to leave.

“Jim.”

“Yeah?”

Spock blinked a few times. “Have I done something to make you uncomfortable here?”

“What? No. Of course not.”

“Then I don’t understand why you would choose less desirable circumstances.”

“Well” Jim turned back to fully face Spock. “I like you, Spock. I mean…a lot.” He took a deep breath. “And last night when you stayed out late I realized how much I really do and I felt jealous and anxious and I just have no right to feel that way. I think it’s better I don’t stay.”

“What did you think I was doing last night?”

Jim winced.

“I see. You assumed I was engaged in coitus with a paramour.”

That made him laugh, if a bit awkwardly. “Well, I wasn’t going to go there. But something like that, yeah.”

Spock’s lips quirked upward. “There was an explosion in one of the labs and a cadet was injured. As his instructor I went to the hospital with him to ensure he would safely recover. I apologize, I did not have a way to contact you as I do not have your codes or coordinates for your communicator.”

It was Jim’s turn to blink rapidly. “I didn’t think…boy, that was dumb.”

“And for the record, Jim, I like you too.”

Flash Fic, September 22, 2023

Fortunately for Jim, Bones didn’t jinx him and he wasn’t told or even that week that a single dorm was available to him.

The truth was he didn’t want to have to make that decision. Mostly because he’d be tempted to tell the admin office to give the room to someone else on the waiting list. And that wasn’t fair to Spock.

But Jim admitted to himself that he had something of a crush on his Vulcan host and really didn’t want to leave.

One night though Spock was out late, doing what, Jim wasn’t privileged to know, so Jim put on his pajamas, made himself some of Spock’s tea and lounged on the sofa reading his book.

When Spock still wasn’t back by midnight, Jim went to bed, feeling a little lonely, sad and jealous. He had no right to feel that way, of course, but he suspected Spock had some sort of date and Jim didn’t like the idea.

He was awakened at 2 in the morning by Spock returning home. He stayed in his room, staring at the ceiling while he thought of Spock on his date.

Jim decided he had two options. Hope that he got a room to himself soon or tell Spock he wanted to date him.

He sighed.

Fat chance.

September 21, 2023

“So what happens if they let you know tomorrow that a single dorm is available?”

Jim lowered his submarine sandwich and eyed Bones. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“Seems to me you like liking with the Vulcan.”

“Spock, Bones. His name is Spock.”

“Yeah, okay. But you do like living there with him, don’t you?”

Jim shrugged. “It’s fine. I don’t mind.”

“Don’t mind? He cooks for you.”

“Wish I’d never told you about that.” Thank God he hadn’t told Blabbermouth McCoy about Spock seeing him naked. Neither him or Spock would ever hear the end of that.

“Peanut noodles.” Bones grinned. “The point is, if the administration office contacts you tomorrow saying they have a dorm for you, what are you going to do?”

“What do you think?”

“I used to think you’d jump at the chance and skedaddle right out of there.”

“Did you just use skedaddle in a sentence?”

“It’s a word. You’re evading my question, Jim.”

“They said they had a long list.”

“Still evading.”

“Fine.” Jim took a bite of his sandwich, chewed, and swallowed. “I’d take it of course.”’

“You would?”

“Yeah.”

“Even though you’re enjoying playing house with Spock?”

“I’m not playing house. Where doyou get this crap? I’m just sharing his space temporarily until I get my own. He was going to make himself food anyway so he politely asked me if I wanted some. That’s all there is to it. And when the time comes, I’ll move. I’m sure he doesn’t want me hanging around longer than I have to.”

“Hmm.”

“Just shut up anyway. You and your what ifs. I have another class.” He wrapped up the rest of his sub and took it with him.

Flash Fic, September 19, 2023

The guys are back

“Still in love,” Jim declared with a hint of a smile.

He had just polished off two plates full of Spock’s stir-fried peanut noodles. It was a simple dish of soft lo-mein noodles, diced scallions, bean sprouts, and chopped peanuts  in a savory sauce, but it was one Spock made often as it was a favorite of his, so he could not deny a bit of illogical pleasure to witness Jim’s delight in the dish.

“I am glad you enjoyed it. Normally I add a bit of a chili sauce to it but didn’t want to overwhelm you with spices if it was not to your taste.”

“Next time feel free to add it. I don’t mind some heat at all. But whatever, as this was very good.”

Spock nodded and picked up Jim’s plate to rinse it.

“I could do that.”

“It is no big deal. How were your classes?”

“Easy,” Jim replied, and for some reason it did not sound boastful.

“You are not challenged by them?”

“Not yet, but it’s early, right? I’m sure they’ll get more complicated.”

“Were you assigned homework?”

“Yep. Got it done in the library before I came here. I’m probably going to do some pleasure reading in my room for the rest of the night.“

Spock hesitated for a moment, but then went ahead and proposed it. “You could read out here in the common sitting room. It will not disturb me. In fact, I might prefer to have company while I attend to my own class curriculum.”

“Yeah?” Jim smiled. “Cool. Let me just go get my book.”

“You do not read on an e-reader?”

“Sometimes. But for this book, it’s a real one.”

“What is it, if I may ask?”

Jim grinned. “An old-fashioned murder mystery. There’s a sort of side romance between the detective and his assistant but mostly it’s the mystery.”

“I see. Tea?”

“That would be great.”

And as Jim disappeared into his room to get his book, Spock felt oddly…satisfied.     

Hi Guys

My brother did pass away last night, so there will be a delay updating the blog story, but I should be back to writing and scheduling more for next week.

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Flash Fic, September 12, 2023

It occurred to Spock as he began to prepare the noodles that he hadn’t questioned Jim about his allergies. He knew that Jim had mentioned some. And since Spock’s ‘go-to’ noodle recipe included peanuts, he thought he’d better ask.

He set the jar of unopened dry roasted peanuts on the counter and made his way to the door of the bathroom.

“Jim?” He rapped lightly.

“Come in.”

With a shrug, Spock opened the unlocked bathroom door. Jim, completely nude, had just stepped out of the glass shower and was reaching for a towel off the towel bar.

“Whoa! Whoa!” Jim exclaimed, quickly covering himself.

Spock, face turning a dark shade, quickly backed up and exited the bathroom, rushing back to the kitchen.

He turned on the kitchen sink and splashed his face with ice cold water. He was mortified. He wondered if he ought to leave the dorm for the night. Was that the appropriate thing to do?

He’d have to leave a note of course.

While Spock was still trying to decide what to do, Jim suddenly appeared before him, fully clothed in sweatpants and a tank top. Spock couldn’t meet his eyes.

“I apologize.”

“Didn’t you hear me say don’t come in?” It was just a question, with no censure or anger behind it.

Spock stole a glance and noticed Jim looked merely curious.

“I thought you said come in. Normally my hearing is exceptional.”

Jim’s lips curved ever slightly. “Maybe ‘come in’ was what you wanted to hear.”

“Jim—”

“I’m kidding. Trying to lighten it up for both of us considering such an embarrassing incident. What did you want?”

“To know if you were allergic to peanuts.”

“I’m not. I’m not really allergic to most foods. I’ll eat anything really. I have a touch of asthma they think was from having weak lungs when I was born prematurely. And some perfumes and incense. That kind of thing.”

“Very well. And I apologize again. You should feel safe enough here to shower without being ogled.”

Spock was surprised when Jim laughed.

“I don’t think your very quick peek at the sight of my body could really count as ogling. And stuff happens, Spock. No big deal, really.”

“They you still wish to dine with me?”

“I’m still hungry, so why would I change my mind?”

“Then I will commence making them.”

“Great. I’m just going to sit over here in the living room and respond to some messages while you cook.”

Spock turned to cooking and as he did so, he could not deny, to himself, anyway, that he would gladly ogle Jim given the chance.

Flash Fic, September 11, 2023

Jim stopped at the administrative office after his classes were over the day to see if by chance they had a cancelation or something and he would get a single dorm sooner than they had said.

He was quickly told no and turned away. So, slightly bummed out, Jim made his way to Spock’s place. He didn’t really think he could consider it as his own.

As he approached, he spotted Cadet Uhura leaving, the one who was studying Xenolinguistics and had an attitude. Apparently Bones had been right.

Jim wondered why she didn’t just live with Spock, but then maybe because Spock was a part time instructor the dating thing and living together could be a thing.

Jim didn’t see Spock when he first entered the dormitory so he assumed he was in his private room. He went straight to the kitchen to brew himself some coffee. He probably ought to contact his mother to let her know he’d made it safe and sound and got her chair, but he hadn’t been settled yet in his own place.

He sat at the table while he waited for his coffee and sent her a quick email. Then he search ‘apartments for rent’ near Starfleet Academy.

He’d just crossed off the first two when Spock emerged.

“Jim. I did not hear you return.”

He smiled. “I was trying to be quiet. I don’t want to be a huge pain. In fact, I was just looking about renting an apartment off campus.”

“I assure you that is not necessary.”

Jim shrugged. “I don’t want to cramp your style.” At Spock’s blank look, Jim explained, “I saw your girlfriend leave. I’m sure you two want your privacy as much as possible.”

“Are you referring to Nyota Uhura?”

“Yes.”

Spock shook his head. “She is not my girlfriend except that she is a female and a friend, but I believe you intend to imply a much deeper connection.”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah I did.” Jim frowned. “Guess Bones was wrong after all.”

“Bones?”

“My friend. You know, it doesn’t matter right now.” Jim blew out a breath and smiled. He closed out of search. “So you really don’t mind that I stay until they find me a place?”

“Had I minded, I would never have offered when they made the query.”

Jim nodded. “Good point.” He rose. “My coffee is ready. Want some?”

“No thank you. Are you hungry?”

“Yep.” Jim laughed. “I’m always hungry.”

“I could make us some noodles.”

“You cook too? I’m definitely in love.” Jim winked to show he was kidding but he did notice a little color to Spock’s cheeks.

“They are just noodles,” Spock said, somewhat stiffly. “Perhaps you should hold back your love declarations for after you taste them.”

Jim laughed again. “Okay. I’ll keep that in mind.” He took a big sip of his coffee. “Do I have time for a shower?”

“You do.”

“Great. I’ll be right back.”   

A Note About Programming (Writing)

Life is a bit nuts right now. I’m dealing with work BS, my brother’s declining health and possible imminent death, migraines, anxiety, just all kinds of stuff.

And a bit of writer’s block on my AO3 works in progress. I’m going to say right here I abandoned and deleted one recently that I just don’t want to work on anymore (Whom Gods Destroy). But I still have A Heart Needs a Second Chance, The Wrong Captain, Still the Best, Welcome to the Enterprise. I think that’s it but not entirely sure. Anyway, none of those are abandoned. Just on pause as I sort some stuff out.

Right now I am enjoying writing my blog stories so that’s where my energy is. And soon I will be writing amnesiac Jim holiday story as well as whatever else comes my way for the coming months to end this year.

No need for comments here, so I am closing them. Just wanted to let you know why nothing has been updated for a bit, but I will get back to them. No worries. I know many are following those stories.

Flash Fic, September 08, 2023

“You look like hell, Jim.”

“I know you don’t know me that well yet, Bones, but I prefer not to be insulted first thing in the morning.” Jim smiled at the served who looked expectantly at him. They were in line at the Starfleet Academy lunch counter in the cafeteria. “Scrambled eggs and the hash browns, please.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bones grumbled. “I’m just saying you look like you didn’t get much sleep. New roommate a pain in the ass?”

Bones ordered the same breakfast and with their coffee already chosen they made their way to a table.

“No, my lack of sleep isn’t because of Spock. If anything, I’m responsible for his.”

“How so?”

“I had a nightmare that woke me up from a dead sleep.” Jim paused to fork a bite of eggs. He chewed and swallowed. “A bad one.”

“What happened in it?”

“I was chained to a wall by a werewolf with beady red eyes.”

“Werewolves aren’t real.”

“Tell that to my subconscious. It was pretty freaky so it was hard to get back to sleep.” Jim shrugged,. “I’m sure it had some deeper psychological meaning.”

“Yeah?” Bones looked curious. “What would that be?”

“Damned if I know. I’m not into dream analysis or other woo-woo stuff.”

Bones rolled his eyes. “I’ll tell you why. You watched too many scary movies as a kid.”

“Maybe.”

“So what’s it been like living with the Vulcan?”

“He’s nice.”

“Nice? A Vulcan?”

“Yeah. I think he likes me.”

“Doubtful. And anyway, pretty sure he’s involved.”

Jim frowned. “With who?”

“That linguistics cadet with the attitude.”

He made a face. “Well okay. Are you sure?” Jim wasn’t quite certain why that thought made him sad.

“Nope. Not at all. Just seen them together.”

He nodded. “Okay, well there are plenty of dolphins in the sea.”

“The saying is fish.”

“And dolphins eat fish, so I’d rather be one of them.” Jim laughed. He glanced at his watch. “Have to get to class. See you later.”

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