I’m working on completing Random Stranger so I hope to have that done and up soon within the next few days.
I’m in the office today for the last time for May. My boss wanted to take us to lunch so we went in.
This Sunday will be two years since my mother passed away so my sister and I are having a little memorial that day, going to the grave, having a special meal, drinking some wine. I have the next day, Monday the 22nd off. I also have a vacation coming up at the end of May and a funeral to attend. So I’ll be happy to get Random Stranger finished.
So that’s it for now! I’ll keep you posted if anything changes.
Jim smiled at his husband as he closed and locked their apartment door. “Yeah, sorry. Mom and I had a few too many margaritas and decided to walk through the park.”
Spock held open his arms and Jim went into them immediately. He noticed how tight Spock hugged him.
“Hey, are you alright?”
“Yes.”
Jim pulled away and looked at him. “How’d it go with your dad?”
“As usual. I apologize, Jim, I should have gone with you to see your mother.”
“It’s no big deal.”
“It is. You are my mate and your needs are more important than mine.”
“Spock, that’s not true.”
“It is to me. How was your dinner?”
“Good. It was good.” Jim took his hand and led him over to the kitchen. “You want me to make you some tea or something?”
“I am fully recovered.”
Jim smiled. The truth was Spock looked wrecked. He had dark smudges under his eyes and he still had a tremor in his hands. But Jim did not argue. “Tea?”
“I can get whatever it is you need,” Spock said instead.
He sighed heavily, grabbed Spock’s hand, and now led him to the sofa. He pulled the Vulcan down to sit and then perched beside him.
“Listen to me. I’m fine. I’m not injured. I’m not frightened of you. I love you. Everything is good between us.”
“Your tissue was torn—”
“Sure, a little. But it got fixed. We were both exhausted but of course we were. You have to stop blaming yourself for something you couldn’t control. We got through it and we’re both good.”
Spock closed his eyes.
Jim took Spock’s hand and put it on his face. “Meld us. You’ll see how good we are.”
A moment later, Spock’s eyes opened and Jim smiled again.
“See?”
“I will never be all right with hurting you.”
“I know,” Jim said softly. “We’re good. I’m not hurt. I love you.”
Spock nodded and exhaled. “Do you think your mother would go to dinner with us tomorrow night?”
“Yes, I’m sure. But why don’t we invite her here and we’ll cook her dinner.”
“That is a good idea.”
“Tea?” Jim asked again.
“Let’s make it together.”
Jim chuckled, kissed him, and pulled him up from the couch. He’d text his mother later. Maybe after some very close time with Spock.
Or so the saying went, I thought. Something like that.
Mom gave me a funny look whether I got the saying right or not.
I couldn’t entirely blame her. Mother’s Day had been yesterday. I was supposed to make it to take her to a fancy brunch in San Francisco’s Starlight Hotel. We had reservations at 2:00.
She finally texted me she was leaving brunch at 3:30. She’d had it…by herself.
“I’m really sorry,” I told her as I hugged her. “Things got really crazy. The meeting went way too long.” I jingled the small gift bag I held. “A gift card for a spa treatment.”
She took the bag from me but I could tell she wanted to roll her eyes at me. A spa treatment wasn’t really her thing, but she stuffed it into her purse. “Thank you, honey.”
“Want to go to dinner?” I offered, somewhat lamely.
“Have you got time?”
“I’ll make time.” I linked my arm with hers and turned her so that she was walking down the street with me. “How does Carlos’ sound?”
“Mm. Good. I love Mexican food. No Spock?”
“Sometimes the whole mother thing gets to him,” I admitted. “He really misses her even though he tries to pretend it doesn’t mother him that much. He was having a video conference with Sarek.”
“That’s good. How are things going with you two? Are things okay?”
We’d reached Carlos’ so I opened the door for her to go in before me.
“Yeah. I mean he’s still a little weird about the whole PF thing.” I grinned. “I told him I was fine but…”
“He worries.”
“Yeah. I don’t think it’ll take him the whole next seven years but you never know. He’s not always as logical as he thinks.” I laughed then and held up two to the hostess who then led us to a table.
After we settled and we’d both ordered margaritas, she reached for my hand and squeezed it.
“I’m very happy to see you. It’s been a long time.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I’ll try to do better. And Happy Belated Mother’s Day.”
“Definitely better late than never.”
And after a while, maybe the margaritas helped, we got a little less stiff and awkward and begain to get easier with each other. I still felt bad about brunch and Spock not coming along and probably the spa gift card, but it was good.We were good.
“I’m sorry I ruined our wedding,” Jim rasped out. He felt hot and cold at the same time.
Surprisingly considering he had a gaping wound in his side it didn’t really hurt.
Spock knelt beside him, covered in red blood. One had rested on Jim’s arm and the other near his face.
“You did not ruin anything,” Spock said. “Save your strength.”
Jim could only vaguely remember things. Getting speared in the side. Standing beside Spock. Saying vows. The wrong order though, right?
“C-cold,” Jim stuttered, suddenly feeling as though he must have frostbite.
Spock looked over his shoulder. “Ensign Evening, please bring over the emergency blanket.”
A moment later Jim saw a female officer wearing a blue science dress hand Spock something. She looked down at Jim with deep concern and he attempted to give her a reassuring smile.
He didn’t remember her being at the wedding ceremony but he supposed his memory was compromised by his wound.
“Shh, rest easy,” Spock said, gently. He tucked the blanket around Jim. “Close your eyes, Jim. Try to rest while we wait for transport.”
Jim nodded or he thought he did. He closed his eyes.
“Commander, why does he think—”
“Silence, Ensign.”
“Y-Yes, sir. Sorry.”
Jim opened his eyes to see only Spock there, hovering over him. “Shouldn’t it hurt> I can’t really feel anything.”
“At the moment I am absorbing most of your discomfort.”
“You-you shouldn’t.”
“It is no hardship.”
He tried to snort but wasn’t sure what it sounded like. “Am I gonna die, Spock?”
“Not on my watch, Captain.”
“Good. I really want that honeymoon.”
“As do I. Sleep. When you wake you will be on the Enterprise.”
He nodded and closed his eyes again.
Jim opened his eyes to Bones running a scanner over him. To Jim’s surprise Bones half-smiled.
“Welcome back.”
“Enterprise?”
“Yep. You’re going to live. Thanks to Spock.”
“Where is he?”
“Here, Captain.”
Bones moved away for a moment and was replaced by Spock who looked like every hair was in place. Jim sort of remembered he’d been covered in blood last he saw him.
“Everything okay?”
“It is now.”
Jim smiled. “I think Bones has pumped me full of happy juice.”
“Indeed. And when you have recovered I believe there is something we need to discuss.”
Jim opened the door to his dorm to his “bestie” Leonard “Bones” McCoy.
“Here.”
Bones thrust a paper bag into Jim’s hands and then brushed past him and into the dorm.
“What is this?” Jim asked, opening the bag to peer in.
“Custard filled donuts. And don’t eat them all at once. You shouldn’t be eating them at all. You should be eating salad. Or broccoli.”
“Salad or broccoli flavored donuts suck.”
“Har har. Where’s the coffee?”
“Haven’t made it yet.”
Bones frowned. “Didn’t you remember we were having breakfast this morning?”
“Well, see, uh, Yesterday, I kind of talked to Spock about—”
“Oh, good. So you got that straightened out, right? You’re definitely better without—”
Just then Spock emerged from the bedroom area of Jim’s dorm. To Jim’s amusement he was wearing Jim’s own robe and his hair was still quite messy. It was a very good look on him, Jim thought.
“Good morning, Doctor,” Spock said cooly.
When Spock came near, Jim put his hand on Spock’s arm and smiled.
“As I was saying, I talked to Spock yesterday about our relationship and he ended up spending the night. I did forget about breakfast. Sorry, Bones. I’ll get that coffee going right now.”
Bones stared at them. “You know what? Three’s a crowd. So Why don’t we make it another day?”
“You don’t have to leave. Now I feel bad.”
“Don’t. It’s fine, Jim. You deserve, uh, well, you know, if this is what you want, I support you.”
Jim smiled. “Thanks, Bones.”
When Bones was gone, he closed and locked the door, and faced Spock.
Spock quirked a brow. “I believe your plan was to show me another one of your secret talents.” Jim laughed and flung himself into Spock’s arms. “Yep. Let’s go back to bed.”
Unfortunately I just won’t be able to update any of my WIPs on AO3 this week. Ran out of time and energy and I do apologie
Tomorrow I plan to have a tiny sequel to Monday’s flash and then I will add that to AO3 as requested.
The good news (or bad depending on your POV) is that for the rest of May I plan on devoting my time to updating WIPs on A03 instead of posting flashes here. I will have a flash May 10th for Evening’s birthday and if I feel like it one or two might pop otherwise, but I really need to devote some time to those fics waiting to be updated.
I leave Thursday morning and won’t be back until Sunday night.
Don’t have time for much this week but you can have this today
He didn’t know when it became more than just the best sex of his life, and that was saying a lot, by the way. He’d convinced himself that’s all it was. Jim Kirk didn’t fall in love. That was definitely for suckers.
What did love do anyway but break hearts and ruin lives?
But one day after Spock had left Jim’s bed, Jim continued to lie in bed and stare at the ceiling and wish that Spock would suddenly turn around and come back to stay in bed with him rather than leave Jim to face getting up alone and feeling vaguely cheap.
Stupid, maybe. But there it was.
And later that same week, he watched Spock openly flirt with someone else, yeah he hadn’t known Spock flirted until it became obvious to him that Spock was acting to someone else the way he did with Jim.
Jim had seen green through his suddenly green-eyed monster self.
After that he started avoiding Spock because he just didn’t want to deal with it. Deal with his obvious unrequited love.
Because yes, Jim did love Spock and only wanted to be with him. Clearly Spock didn’t feel the same.
He even ignored messages from Spock. He was going to have to eventually deal with telling Spock it was over between them but he wanted to avoid it as long as he could.
He was already late to class when he opened his dorm door to find Spock standing there. He was dressed in his instructor’s uniform.
“Oh. Morning.”
“Can we talk?” Spock asked.
“I’m late for—”
“Please.”
Jim stepped back and let Spock inside. “Okay. Well, I hoped to avoid this for a while longer but…” He sighed. “I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”
Spock’s face remained blank but he said, “I do not understand.”
Jim nodded. “I know. It’s just…my feelings have changed.”
“Changed?”
“I’m wanting something more than casual. I’m sorry if I had known…I thought I was being honest when I said I didn’t want anything serious. I was at the time. But since I’m emotionally involved now I think it’s best to end things.”
Spock stared at him.
Jim opened his mouth. His heart was pounding. “Look, Spock—”
“I am emotionally involved too.”
“What?”
“I do not seek a casual relationship with you either. I did not know how to tell you. I feared if I did you would not see me at all.”
Jim blinked, took that in, trying to change his brain and heart from thinking the end to something way more positive.
“Uh.”
Spock exhaled. “I apologize for keeping you from your class.”
Jim smiled, walked over to Spock, and kissed him. “I think I’m going to miss it.”
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 