Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Author: ivansfanfiction

  • Flash Fic, April 19, 2023

    Here’s your part 2 and now the good news is next Monday’s flash is already written, so it’s a win-win

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    Spock hoped everything would be perfect.

    He’s set it up so it would be. But sometimes his captain…Jim…was hard to read. He’d taken his cue from the song Jim had been crooning in the shower.

    Fortunately, Yorktown had a restaurant that was right near water (the very water canal the Franklin had crashed into when dealing with Balthazar Edison). There was a private table reachable by a footpath. There the table had been set with Earth’s usual romantic cliches,  white tablecloth, candlelight, and roses. Spock was likely overdoing.

    Jim showed up right on time dressed in navy slacks and an off-white long sleeved shirt. He looked gorgeous and Spock had to catch his breath.

    Jim gazed at the table and the surroundings rather quizzically. “Who is this all for?”

    “You, Jim.”

    He shook his head. “Spock, I don’t need…are you wooing me?”

    “Yes,” Spock said, gravely.

    Jim laughed then but it was a good laugh. “Okay. Where do you want me?”

    Spock gestured to a chair and when Jim approached, Spock pulled out the chair for Jim, and the pushed it in gently after he was seated. Then Spock sat across from him.

    “I never took you for a romantic, Spock.”

    “I am not. Or at least I have never viewed myself that way.”

    “You weren’t romantic when you were with Uhura?”

    Spock poured Jim wine from a decanter. “She would say I was at times. But…I do not wish to discuss was my past relationship with Nyota. My focus is on you.”

    “I’ll drink to that.” Jim picked up his glass and took a sip. “Good choice.”

    “Just because alcohol does not affect me in the same way it does you, does not mean I do not know anything about it,” Spock replied. “I am also aware of your preferences.”

    At that moment a female violinist appeared close enough for them to hear her music but far enough for her to not interfere with their own conversation. The soft strains of Moon River played.

    Jim’s eyes widened. “Is that…it is. Spock, all of this.” He gestured wildly with his hands. “It’s not necessary.”

    “I feel that it is.”

    “But I’m not…” he trailed off and looked away.

    “Worthy?”

    Jim nodded, his gaze returning to Spock’s uncertainly.

    “You are worth everything.” Spock stretched out his hand between them, offering his hand palm up. Jim placed his hand in Spock’s and he clasped their hands together. “You are worth more than anyone to me. I cherish you.”

    Jim stared at him in silence for a moment and then he smiled slowly. “Yeah?”

    Spock’s lips curved. “I would not mind some sort of reciprocal statement at this time.”

    Jim laughed and it was a joyous sound. “I cherish the hell out of you, too.”

  • Flash Fic, April 17, 2023

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    “Moon river, wider than a mile
    I’m crossing you in style some day
    Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
    Wherever you’re goin’, I’m goin’ your way

    Two drifters, off to see the world
    There’s such a lot of world to see
    We’re after the same rainbow’s end
    Waitin’ ’round the bend
    My huckleberry friend
    Moon river and me”

    “I was unaware you sang, Captain.”

    Jim, embarrassed to be caught crooning in the shower, laughed and turned off the indulgent water spray and reached for a towel to wrap around himself. He stepped out of the shower.

    “Sorry, was I taking too long?”

    Spock kept his gaze averted. “No. I was drawn by your lyrical voice. I thought perhaps you were playing music and then was surprised to hear it was you.”

    He laughed again. “You put in for promotion, Spock?”

    “Captain?”

    “Thought maybe you’re trying to butter me up.”

    Spock frowned. “Butter you up?”

    “You know what? Never mind. Thanks for the compliment. The shower is all yours.”

    “Captain?”

    Jim turned just as he was about to exit their shared bathroom in their temporary apartment quarters on Yorktown. “Yeah?”

    “Would you like to join me for dinner?”

    “You and Uhura?”

    “Nyota has other plans.” Spock paused. “With Mr. Scott. They are seeing each other.”

    Jim blinked. “They are?”

    “Dinner?”

    Jim smiled. “A date, Spock?”

    He was joking of course.

    “Yes.”

    “Uh. Yeah. Okay. Sure. Dinner.”

    He exited the bathroom and as he did so he could hear Spock humming Moon River.

  • Question for Anyone Who Knows (or wants to discuss)

    In many fanfics, people write that Spock doesn’t need as much sleep as Humans, implying that Vulcans don’t. I myself have written that But I think that I was merely echoing other writers without doing my own research. Bad me

    Does anyone know where this is from? Did the fandom make it up? Did Spock actually ever say it in an episode and I just don’t remember? Is it from a licensed Star Trek novel?

    Last night I watched a first season TOS episode, the Archons one, and Spock is clearly sleeping while Kirk keeps watch. So indeed Spock DOES sleep and there is no mention of him not needing sleep but maybe he does say it at some point and I can’t recall?

    Anyone? Please educate me. It’s been eons since I’ve watched every single episode of TOS but I definitely don’t remember it from the TOS movies.

  • Bombay

    Got it done after all…the story continues. (yes eventually this will make its way to AOS as a complete story)

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    Spock doesn’t really know what to do to change his current circumstances so he makes his way to his apartment.

    The apartment looks as it should, at least on the outside, but Spock maintains caution until he enters the living space to inspect it.
    Spock had left with Jim hastily, perhaps a bit apprehensive that someone would come there after Spock managed to get rid of the man with the fedora.

    So Spock was somewhat surprised when the apartment appeared to be untouched and there was no sign of unauthorized entry. Still, he felt uncomfortable staying there under the current circumstance so he collected some belongings, as well as his computer, and locked up the apartment to stay somewhere else for the time being.

    He’d thought about contacting his friend, Nyota, to stay with her, but he really didn’t want to place her in danger should someone come looking for him.

    The Vulcan Embassy in downtown San Francisco maintained living quarters for dignitaries and given that Spock’s own father was an ambassador to Earth, he made his way to there and was provided a small apartment there similar to an Earth studio apartment. A room with a bed, a kitchenette, and a bathroom. It was enough and as secure as he could be at the moment.

    He made himself tea and then set up his computer. He made immediate contact with George Samuel Kirk.

    Jim’s older brother didn’t bother to pretend innocence.

    “You made it safely back to San Francisco.” The older Kirk smirked. “Are you in a secure location?”

    “At the Vulcan Embassy. Yes.”

    Kirk nodded. “Good. Sorry about hitting you.”

    “Then you are the one directly responsible.”

    “Mm. Yeah. Tried not to hit you too hard. Listen, Jim is safe, thanks to you bringing him to us.”

    “It was not necessary to get rid of me. I would not harm him—”

    “We’re working on a solution to his…issue. Once we’ve helped him, should he desire contact with you, well, you’ll know. But in the meantime, you’ve got to let us handle this.”

    “Why haven’t you admitted your family was made up of feline shape shifters?”

    Kirk snorted. “Would you? Look what’s been done to Jim by those who have learned his secret. We’re already working on a knowledge plug to do damage control. Please keep all of this to yourself.”

    “I have no intention of betraying Jim’s confidentiality.”

    “Good. Then maybe Jim chose you well. I have to go. Don’t contact me again until someone from here contacts you. It’s best that way. Kirk out.”

    And Spock’s computer screen went blank.

  • Quickie

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    I got the Bombay update done and it’s scheduled to post tomorrow morning!

    And I am almost done with the chapter of The Wrong Captain (I am guessing sometime tomorrow)

    So yay!

    Oh and FYI if you don’t know about it, AO3 now has a feature where you can mute users. Not block but mute. I’ve been using it quite a bit and it’s great. Everyone who posts Spock/Uhura or Spock/Bones gets immediately muted, LOL. It’s lovely. So I highly recommend it if you don’t care to see that stuff.

  • Running Behind

    Just a bit.

    Still catching up from my break, so yes I’ve got lots to do.

    I also had an internet outage Tuesday. Our router died and I had to make a trip to Best Buy for a new one. Man have they gone up in price since I bought my last one! Sheesh. Everything has, I know.

    I also went to see Dungeons and Dragons Tuesday. Cute! Fun movie. And Chris is adorabe. Spoiler alert: He lives.

    When I came back from the movie, I had to set up the router so I was up late. The good news is they make those so easy to set up these days.

    Anyhow, I haven’t yet done the next part of Bombaby. But will get it up sometime Friday if it’s not first thing.

    I have some home projects to do this weekend but I hope to get the next chapter of The Wrong Captain done too. Busy busy.

    I’ve got two trips coming in May. May 04-07going to wine country and doing wine tours and whooping it up with beautiful scenery. That’s in Paso Robles. Then later in May I’m off to San Diego/Temecula again May 25-28.

    So look for Bombaby sometime Friday and everything else as I can get it done.

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  • Flash Fic, April 12, 2023

    He almost didn’t make it in time. Spock thought he might not, but then as they were about to hand the infant over to Spock, Jim appeared, somewhat out of breath.

    His smile was radiant as he looked down at the tiny child Spock cradled in his arms.

    “He’s just so beautiful,” Jim said. “Perfect.”

    “As next to perfect as it is possible to be.”

    “I’m sorry I’m late. I had a million meetings before I could get away.” Jim moved closer.

    “You are here now.”

    Jim stared down at their newly born son. Created with biological material from Spock and a surrogate Vulcan female. The boy was 3/4s Vulcan. The process had not only given them a child to raise but helped with the Vulcan population, which was why they’d ultimately decided on Spock’s involvement. But Spock was not nearly done with trying to convince Jim.

    He handed over the sleeping infant to Jim, who’s smile got brighter if that was possible. Seeing his husband and son together filled him with an overwhelming emotional warmth and contentment.

    “Now we should have one with you,” Spock spoke up, unable not to voice his opinion once more.

    Jim shook his head, but he was smiling. “Who wants to pass my flawed self onto an unsuspecting baby?”

    “Jim.”

    “Well.”

    “And I do. I can only imagine how stunning our son or daughter would be that was created with your DNA.”

    “Let’s just enjoy our newly born son for now, okay, Spock?”

    Spock moved closer to his family and leaned in to kiss Jim and then then baby’s head. He would not give up. He wanted a child born of each of them and he was certain he could talk Jim into it.

    “You are right, he is perfect.”

  • Flash Fic, April 10, 2023

    No particular theme this month, just where the whim takes me.

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    Jim woke alone in bed and as he placed his hand on where Spock was supposed to be it was cool to the touch and the sheet smooth.

    He sighed in the darkness, straightened, sat up, and turned on the light in the bedroom. Definitely no sign Spock had ever come to bed.

    Jim glanced at the digital clock and saw it was two in the morning. The room felt chilled.

    He got out of bed, reached for his robe, and slipped his feet into slippers he kept by the bedside. He trundled over to the window, opened the blinds and observed that it was snowing. In April.

    He almost went back to bed where it was reasonably warm. But it was also lonely and staying there by himself wouldn’t solve anything.

    Jim turned from the window, left the bedroom and went down the stairs to find his Vulcan.

    Of all the species and all the planets he’d visited over the many years, Vulcans were the most stubborn. And maddening.

    He followed the lone light to the room downstairs they both used as an office and sure enough Spock sat at his desk, a cup of tea beside him, staring at a computer.

    For a long time, Jim just leaned against the doorframe, observing Spock at work, tiny frown lines between his eyes as he furrowed over something no doubt too illogical.

    Jim had no doubt Spock was aware of his presence. They were always aware of each other.

    “Are you still mad?”

    Spock’s gaze met his, those dark eyes warm. “I was never truly angry.”

    Jim came into the office and over to the desk and Spock pulled him down and into his lap. Their lips met in a deep kiss.

    “Then what are you doing down here?”

    “I had trouble feeling sleepy,” Spock admitted. “I received a message from my father that has…unsettled me.”

    Jim glanced at the computer. “What’s wrong?”

    “He seems a bit unwell. Just vague mentions but he appears to be…depressed. He is hard to read. I fear he doesn’t have long.”

    “Do you want to go see him?”

    “I do not want to draw you away from here. You like being here.”

    Jim smiled, his heart warming further. There was never any doubt that Spock would go alone. They never went anywhere without the other anymore. Hardly ever did, really.

    “I like being here because we’re together. It’s snowing.”

    “I know.”

    Jim laughed at Spock’s disgruntled face. “We can go. We should go. He’s our only parent left, we should go and see him.”

    Spock nodded, his eyes turning solemn at the reminder they only had Sarek left as their elder. It was a reminder, Jim figured, of their own mortality.

    “Hey.”

    Spock looked at him.

    Jim leaned down and kissed him. “We’re still here. I’m still here. And we have plenty of time.”

    Spock returned his kiss and then looked at Jim with love. “Let’s go to bed. We can decide when to leave when we wake up.” And they left the home office together, arm in arm, heading upstairs.

  • Happy Easter

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    To those who observe.

    And I’ll have a flash up tomorrow!