Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Author: ivansfanfiction

  • October 2023 Continuing Story

    With the beanie gone, Spock stood in front of Jim staring back at him.

    And yes, Jim was staring.

    He definitely had a full head of silky dark hair. The bowl cut style was a bit odd but to each their own, Jim thought.

    But the striking part was Spock had pointy ears. Like an elf or something. Of the fae folk his grandmother used to tell stories of. They looked real, too, not like a Halloween costume. Jim was tempted to reach out and tug at them just to be sure, but he dropped his hand just before he actually touched one.

    “I am sure you have questions.”

    Jim blew out his breath. He also had oddly shaped eyebrows. Sure he knew plenty of people who waxed or trimmed their unibrow but these were thinned and shaped in the extreme.

    “My questions have questions,” Jim admitted.

    “I am…Vulcan.”

    “Vulcan,” Jim repeated. “Is that east of Budapest?”

    “Definitely more North.”

    Jim considered this. “How far north?”

    Spock pointed up.

    “I don’t understand.”

    “Vulcan is another planet. It is not on Earth at all.”

    “Another planet? Like a Martian?”

    “No. Martians, if they existed, would be from Mars. Vulcans are from Vulcan.”

    “I see.” Jim didn’t see at all. And he wondered if this guy in front of him was as much of a whack job as he seemed.

    At that moment, Jim’s front door opened and in walked Leonard McCoy from the college.

    “Wait. What the hell are you doing here?” Jim took a step back.

    “Jim, do not be afraid. Doctor McCoy is here to help.”

    “Doctor? Help?” Jim backed up even more. “Are you two in cahoots?”

    McCoy made a face. “Cahoots isn’t quite the word. But Jim, we are working together. I’m your doctor and I need—”

    Jim laughed hysterically. “Doctor? My doctor? I don’t have a doctor, buddy.”

    “Jim, let us help you. You’re sick.”

    “Sick?”

    “Yes, something happened on the Enterprise and you got injured and it made you sick and you went through a portal. But I have the antidote if you’ll just let me—”

    And McCoy held up the needle Jim had seen before and he could see it was filled with some yellow substance Jim assumed he intended to inject in Jim.

    He shook his head frantically. “I don’t think so, pal.”

    Then Spock raised his hand outward toward Jim’s shoulder.

    :”Uh-uh.” Jim got his hand on the doorknob of the back door, twisted it open, and backed out of it, to make a break for it.

    “Jim! Wait! No! There are Klingons out there!”

  • October 2023 Continuing Story

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    “Jim, are you all right?”

    Jim found himself being helped off the floor by the strong arms of his mysterious savior, Spock.

    For a moment, Jim found himself gripping Spock’s forearms and clinging to them as he slammed the back door closed with his foot. He peered through the dark window out at the night.

    “Jim?”

    “Something’s out there.”

    “Where?”

    Jim pointed with a shaky hand. “Out in the back. I heard it breathing.”

    Spock pushed Jim behind him. “Stay here. I will look.”

    Jim reached for and grabbed him again. “You aren’t going out there, are you?”

    “How else am I to look for the breather?”

    “Haven’t you seen Halloween?”

    Spock frowned. “Halloween?”

    “Yeah. Michael Myers.”

    Spock gave him a look and once more pushed Jim away. “I am not afraid. Wait here.”

    Spock opened the back door and went outside.

    Jim looked around and found his crowbar and then followed Spock outside, crowbar at the ready.

    “Spock? Where are you?”

    “Here, Jim.”

    Spock’s voice came from the side of the house, so Jim made his over there. Spock stood by himself.

    “Nothing?”

    “Negative. I hear no breathing either.”

    Jim frowned. “I heard it. Something or someone was chasing me. Where were you, Spock? I called out.”

    “I was in the front yard making certain everything was secure while you slept. I apologize, I did not hear you had risen.”

    He blew out a breath and nodded.

    Spock encircled Jim’s arm with his hand. “Let’s go back inside. You shouldn’t be running around, exerting yourself after your concussion.”

    Jim allowed Spock to draw him back into the house, but he still felt uneasy.

    “This isn’t right.”

    “Jim?”

    He looked around, turning in circles. “I don’t live here. Not like this. This is too…new.”

    “New?”

    “The house should look older than this.” He stopped turning and put his hand over his face. “Where’s Becky?”

    “I do not know Becky.”

    Jim lowered his hand and looked at Spock. “I don’t think I do either.”

    “Jim—”

    “What’s going on here, Spock? Is someone gaslighting me? Are you?”

    “I am not.” Spock reached up to the beanie on his head. “However…”

    He removed the beanie.

  • October 2023 Continuing Story

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    Jim woke up later, not even remembering falling asleep. He was still in the bed in the farmhouse, but he appeared to be alone and he wasn’t sure if he’d dreamed the whole way too attractive beanie man.

    And where had the idea the guy was attractive from? Jim had only ever been interested in women. Right?

    But there was that dream.

    Jim sat up and looked around. He could see through the window that night had fallen. He turned on the bedside lamp and saw by the clock on the wall it was nearly eight. Why was he sleeping this early?

    Perhaps he really had a concussion and the beanie man had been there. There was no sign of a soup bowl or a TV tray though.

    He got out of bed and went into the bathroom to pee. With the light on, he looked in the mirror and saw that he did have bruising on his neck above the collarbone.

    Not a dream.

    Jim headed downstairs then, feeling vaguely woozy.

    The light was on in the kitchen and a discarded mug was in the sink.

    “Is anyone here? Spock?”

    He didn’t know why but the house suddenly felt eerie, and like it didn’t belong to him.

    Jim grabbed his windbreaker off the coat tree and went out the back door. He shrugged it on and glanced at the sky. A storm seemed to be approaching as clouds gathered over the moon. It looked spooky like one of those pictures you might see with a witch on a broom flying by the moon.

    “Spock? Are you out here?”

    He heard the snap of a twig and he swung around to look behind him. But there was nothing. He suddenly wished he had a phaser.

    A what?

    “Hello? Who’s out here?”

    Because he was pretty sure he could hear someone breath. His heart pounded hard in his chest. He walked quickly back toward the house, which suddenly seemed miles away though he hadn’t gone that far.

    The breathing he could hear became heavy, like panting, and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end.

    He grabbed the handle of the door, but it wouldn’t budge. It was like the door was locked.

    Impossible.

    Jim turned, pushing his back against the door, but there was nothing and no one there. At least that he could see.

    The door suddenly opened and he fell backwards inside.

  • October 2023 Continuing Story

    When Spock returned with the bowl of chicken noodle soup on a tv tray, Jim had a chance to view it with some suspicion.

    “You didn’t add poison to it, did you?”

    “Why would I  add poison?” Spock seemed genuinely perplexed but Jim thought he could simply be a good actor.

    He shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean I don’t actually know you. It’s weird that you knew where I lived. I didn’t tell you, right?”

    “I did not obtain the information directly from you today. Do you have poison in your house?”

    Jim thought about it. “Not something that actually has a skull and crossbones on it, no.” He put his spoon into the soup and took a tentative taste. He waited a moment, then nodded. “Seems all right. Would you please go into the medicine cabinet in my bathroom and get me a couple of aspirin?”

    “I am not certain you should have aspirin.”

    Jim smiled. “I have a headache. I want aspirin. It would be nice if you could bring it to me but if not I’ll get it my own damn self.”

    Spock arched a brow. A gesture that seemed weirdly familiar. “I will get it.”

    Jim continued to eat while Spock retrieved the aspirin along with a glass of water.

    “So who was that McCoy guy? Do you know him?”

    Spock handed him the aspirin and water. “Why do you ask?”

    “He might be trying to kill me.”

    Spock sat on the edge of the bed. “Kill you?”

    “Weird things have been happening to me the last few days. Noises, lights. I swear someone’s been watching me. And my memory’s getting wonky. All of a sudden the old dean is replaced by this McCoy and just as I was leaving his office he held up this giant needle that he seemed to want to inject into me.”

    Spock listened to everything he said without expression. “That is an interesting theory.”

    “And you.” Jim waved his spoon. “You just appear out of the blue staring at me.”

    “You are an attractive person.”

    Jim blinked. “I don’t even know what to do with that. And then today when I’m trying to get away from McCoy, you appear and I lose consciousness.”

    “And I take you home,” Spock said. “Were I intending to do you harm, would I do that?”

    “I definitely can’t figure out that part. Why do you wear that beanie anyway? Are you bald under there and want to hide it?”

    “Something like that.”

  • November Stuff

    Hi guys

    I know it’s not yet November but it’s time to talk about what you can expect here and on A03.

    My nephew (his dad was the one we just had the service for) is marrying his boyfriend in Vegas over 11/10-11/12 so I’ll be gone for that time. Also Thanksgiving week I’ll be gone for a couple of days as well as hosting a gathering on Thanksgiving (and making pumpkin donut holes from scratch as this year’s pumpkin dessert).

    Also, you may or may not remember but for December’s Christmas/Holiday story I will be greatly expanding my flashes that appeared here in July (Christmas in) where Spock visited amnesiac Cadet Kirk in the hospital. It was quite popular and many asked to see more. I am looking forward to it. It’s probably going to appear on AO3 though as this year’s story. Here I will be doing some holiday flashes.

    In the coming days I will update Still the Best and Welcome to the Enterprise.

    All this is to say, November on the blog may be slim pickings. I’ll get some stuff up but I doubt it’s going to be a regular schedule.

    So that’s my story!

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  • October 2023 Continuing Story

    Jim woke to a warm hand on his face.
    He was lying down and not on the hard asphalt he would have expected given he had collapsed in the parking lot. And why had he anyway? Ordinarily he was not the fainting sort.
    He was pretty sure about that.
    “You are awake.”
    The voice was familiar and yet not. It made him feel…safe. Which was altogether odd.
    He opened his eyes slowly and found himself staring into very dark brown eyes. Dark chocolate framed by long lashes. And strangely arched eyebrows. And a woolen forest green beanie pulled down over the tips of his ears.
    “You,” Jim said, softly.
    The man’s head tilted at an angle and for a moment Jim felt queasy.
    “I apologize. You hit your head when you fell. You likely have a concussion.”
    “Where…”
    “You are in the bed of your own room in the farmhouse you are currently residing in.”
    Jim turned his head to look, but it hurt to do so.
    “Easy. Do not try to move too quickly.”
    “Do I know you?”
    The man looked pensive and he seemed to hesitate before responding. “Here where you are now you do not.”
    “But…you know where I live?”
    “I do,” he admitted. “It is complicated.”
    Jim didn’t think he was up to complicated things right now. His head was still fairly fuzzy though it only seemed to ache when he tried to move it.
    “That man.”
    “What man?”
    “The dean at the college. He called himself McCoy, I think.”
    The beanie man nodded. “Do not worry about that now, Jim.”
    “What…who are you?”
    “I am Spock.”
    “Spock,” Jim whispered and somehow that name seemed…well, he didn’t know what it seemed.
    “It will be all right, Jim,” Spock assured him. “I am going to assist you in sitting up and then I am going to give you some tea to drink. Are you hungry?”
    “I think so.”
    Spock put his hands under Jim’s torso and carefully lifted him into a seating position on the bed. He’d already propped up pillows for Jim to lean against.
    Jim blinked. “My shoulder up by my neck hurts a bit.” He tried to turn his head to see but of course couldn’t.
    “There is a slight bruise there, but it will fade and become less painful.”
    “A bruise? Weird.”
    “Indeed,” Spock murmured. He reached over and took a mug from the bedside table and handed it to Jim. “Here is your tea.”
    He took a sip from the warm tea. “How’d you get into the house?”
    “I found the key on your person.”
    Jim nodded, wondering what to think about that. His mind seemed too fuzzy to give it much consideration, and for the moment anyway he didn’t seem to be in any immediate danger. And the weirdest part was that he wanted to trust Spock. Which was probably crazy and due to having a head injury.
    “If you will continue to drink your tea, I will go and make you some food. What would you like?”
    “I think I have a can of Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup.”
    “Canned soup?”
    Jim smiled a little and nodded.
    Spock shrugged slightly. “Very well. I will be back with your soup. Try not to move too much.”
    “Okay.”
    And Jim watched Spock leave the bedroom.
    He still was…missing something. He didn’t know what.

  • Today’s My Brother’s Service

    It’s just a short service by the little place in the ground where they put the urn. But we will all be there. I’m not a public speaker but I agreed to say something at the service. I’ll be reading it from my phone

    After we head over to my sister’s for sandwiches and cheesecake. I don’t know why everyone eats after a service but they seem to.

    That’s my day.

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  • October 2023 Continuing Story

    Jim stopped outside the dean’s office door to stare in surprise at the name appearing there.

    Leonard McCoy

    Jim tapped on the glass.

    “Come in.”

    Behind the desk was a man somewhere in his late forties, a full, though trimmed beard, dark hair and hazel eyes gazing back at him.

    “What happened to Halloway?”

    “Guess he departed.”

    A strange way of putting it, Jim thought, as he moved farther into the office.

    “You’re Leonard McCoy?”

    “That’s right. Have a seat, Jim.”

    He did and frowned afterward. “Do I…do I know you?”

    For some reason that caused McCoy to lean forward, almost eagerly. “Do you think you know me?”

    “I…” Jim tried to drum up something from somewhere within his consciousness but nothing came. He shrugged. “I don’t think so.”

    McCoy leaned back in his chair, somehow seeming disappointed at Jim’s response. Weird.

    “You wanted to see me?”

    “Mm. As the, uh, new dean, I thought I should introduce myself.”

    “I see, Mr. McCoy.”

    “Doctor.”

    “What?”

    “Doctor McCoy.”

    “Don’t pander to me, kid. One tiny crack in the hull, and our blood boils in thirteen seconds.”

    Jim shook his head and rubbed his hand over his eyes.

    “You okay?” McCoy asked.

    “Not sure. Feeling kind of queasy.”

    McCoy nodded. “You have any more courses to teach today?”

    Did he? What day was it even? October. But October…what.

    “Jim?”

    “Sorry. I don’t think I have any more today.”

    “Then go on home. Do you think you can drive or should I get someone to take you?”

    “No. I think I can make it.” He stood up and that’s when he realized McCoy was getting up too and walking with him to the door of the office which suddenly seemed really far away when it should be only a few feet.

    He really was losing it.

    Jim put his hand on the handle of the door and turned to look back at McCoy into to see he was holding a very big, wicked looking needle.

    Jim backed up quickly hitting the glass door. “Hey, hey!”

    “Take it easy, Jim.”

    Jim opened the door and ran out of the office.

    “Jim! Wait!”

    Jim kept running, passing students who attempted to all out to him.

    “Professor Kirk!”

    He had just made it to the parking lot, his heart racing, ran he ran into something so solid and unmoving he fell to the ground.

    Just before his vison winked out he saw a beanie.   

  • October 2023 Continuing Story

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    Holding onto his mug of coffee the next morning, Jim walked around the farmhouse trying to figure out what was bothering him.

    His sleep had been disturbed by dreams. Not necessarily nightmares but troubling.

    Most he couldn’t remember in the light of day but there was one particular one that he did recall at least some of it. A sex dream. He was naked and sweating, lying on his back, his legs drawn up and a muscular back hovered over him.

    At least that was all he could see of the other person.

    To say Jim had been startled by the implications of the dream was an understatement. And ever since then the images kept flashing through his mind like a disjointed movie.

    There was absolutely no one he could speak to that could explain such a dream to him. No one he could confide in.

    And wasn’t that odd? Why didn’t Jim seem to have any friends? People had friends, right? But as he surveyed the inside of his home he couldn’t think of any.

    He’d had Becky. And he had recognized Clyde, but he didn’t really think Clyde was a friend.

    The other thing was why couldn’t he remember ever making love to Becky. They were close. She wanted to get married. He’d agreed he loved her.. Was she a virgin? Somehow Jim didn’t think so. But whatever the case he should know, right?

    The farmhouse looked so impersonal. No family pictures. No pictures of any kind. No art on the walls.

    “I should call my mom,” Jim said out loud. He walked over to the phone hooked to the wall in the kitchen. He lifted the receiver and stared at the buttons. “What the fuck is her number?”

    He slammed down the phone, frustrated. What was wrong with him?

    Jim finished his coffee and headed to the college for his job.

    When he’d finished teaching two classes he found a note pinned to his office door.

    The dean wants to see you.

    Jim frowned and snatched the note off his door and entered his office. He’d just given a written test and had a hundred tests to grade. He didn’t have time to see Dean Halloway, but it wasn’t as though he could refuse.

    He set the papers down on his desk, left his briefcase too, and prepared to see the dean.

    Just as he turned away the man with the wool beanie passed by his office, once more staring in at him.

    “Hey! Hey wait! Wait a second.”    

    He rushed from his office but the hall was empty.