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Christmas in July Flash Fic July 04, 2025

Christmas in July. I for one could use some Christmas cheer in today’s world.

Jim was bored. This was supposed to be his magical snowy getaway for Christmas, but he’d gone and broken his damn leg and now wore a cast all the way up past his knee.

Of course they’d tried to talk him into leaving, going home, getting his broken leg fixed proper and all, but that would have ruined everything more than it already had.

So he sat in his wheelchair, staring out the window at the snow, a Christmas tree beside him with hundreds of tiny colored fairy lights.

His mother and Spock had gone out to the store to buy some food and Jim had to stay behind. He was glum and feeling sorry for himself. And even though his mom had left Christmas music on for him, he was lonely and sad and mad at himself for breaking his leg.

So much for being isolated in the mountains with only his two favorite people in the world there. Because on his very first day he’d gone and screwed up and the only place available put a cast on him. Which again, they could have left and Starfleet medical would have repaired his leg over a few days of a hospital stay.

That’s what his mother and Spock wanted to happen. But Jim hadn’t wanted to spend the holiday cooped up in a hospital.  Bad enough he’d have to cut his leave short to eventually go to that hospital. He sure as hell wasn’t going to start that way.

It didn’t matter that Spock didn’t even celebrate holidays or that he’d not had a cozy family holiday with his mom in decades. This had been what he wanted, damn it!

When Judy Garland came on singing the melancholy version of ‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’ from the movie, Meet Me in St. Louis, Jim found himself singing along.

Shortly after it ended and before he could wipe the tears from his face, the front door of the cabin burst open and Spock walked in carrying many grocery bags filled with stuff.

“Jim? Are you crying?”

He wiped at his face. “No!”

Mom came in behind Spock. “You are too. We weren’t gone that long!”

Jim managed to squeak out a short laugh. “I was singing along to a sad Christmas song. That’s all. While feeling sorry for myself.”

Spock brought the load of bags to the kitchen.

“Well we got everything you wanted and more. We’ll have lots of fun stuff. Cocoa, Eggnog, cookies, cakes, roasted chicken, it’ll be just as much fun as you wanted it to be.”

Spock came to sit beside him. “Perhaps not quite as fun, but we will do our best.”

And just like that Jim felt like Scrooge himself. They were trying so hard and he was sitting (well he had to sit) mopping like it was the end of the world. He didn’t like sledding and skiing anyway and it wasn’t like he was going to have hot, heavy sex with Spock while his mom was in the same cabin.

Spock arched his brow.

Jim chuckled. Damn mind reader.

“You’re right! I’m sorry I’m being a pain the ass. Let’s put on movies and eat and drink until we puke.”

His mom smiled. “Sounds great. What movie shall we watch first?”

“Rear Window.”

“That’s not a Christmas movie!”

“No.” Jim grinned. “But Jimmy Stewart has a broken leg and sees a guy murder his wife from the apartment across the way.”

His mom shook her head. “Nope. There will be no murder shows. If you want to see Jimmy Stewart, it’ll be It’s a Wonderful life.”

She got up and headed for the kitchen.

Jim reached for Spock’s hand and held it. “It really is.”  

Flash Fic, June 27, 2025

We come to the end of June (thank goodness, it’s been a rotten month for me). Look for Christmas in July starting next week!

Jim had never been a fan of extreme temperatures in either direction. He hated toe be cold. But at least you could curl up in front of a fire under a cozy blanket. Turn the furnace on. Bundle up.

But sometimes when it got too hot no amount of AC cooled him off. You could only take off so many clothes. Stay in the pool for so long.

Anyway, no. He liked mild temps.

This place was not that.

On the surface, pun intended, he could understand why the Vulcans chose this planet to colonize after the unfortunate and horrific destruction of their own. The surface temperature was a million which they were used to.

“Your propensity for hyperbole is showing, Captain.”

Jim sighed. “Maybe not a million.”

Spock arched a brow. “We would all be dead if it were.”

“And honestly, that sucks by the way.”

Spock gave Jim a perplexed look.

Jim tapped a finger on his forehead. “ I didn’t say that out loud, you know. You’re harvesting thoughts from my brain.”

“It is not ‘harvesting’ thoughts,” Spock almost snapped.

Hit a raw nerve, Jim thought, which only made Spock look more pissy. Unfortunately for Spock, Jim found his pissy face really sexy.

Jim smiled and gestured to the door. “Shall we?”

Spock leaned forward and opened the door. “Father? We are here.”

Jim followed Spock inside, relieved it was a bit cooler inside. Which was good as he swore he was about to pass out.

Spock glanced at him, frowning slightly. “Perhaps you should sit. I thought the doctor gave you a shot to help you breathe.”

“I can breathe, I’m just super hot.”

Spock nodded and grabbed Jim’s hand, leading him over to a chair and practically pushing him into it.

“Father?”

“I am here,” Sarek stated, arriving in the room wearing an absurd amount of layers of robes and looking as cool as a cucumber. Definitely not fair. “I will get you some cool water, Captain.”

“Thanks,” Jim said.

Sarek left briefly and then returned with a glass filled with ice and water, with slices of cucumber. Jim took it and wondered if Spock was the only one harvesting his thoughts.

“Father, I…” Spock paused. “I wanted to advise you that I have…I now have a mate.”

Sarek was silent for a moment and then he looked from Spock to Jim. “I see.”

Spock cleared his throat. “As you have surmised, my mate is Captain Kirk. Jim.”

Sarek nodded and turned to Jim. “Welcome to our family, Jim.”

Jim smiled. “Thank you, sir.”

“We shall now have a celebration meal,” Sarek announced. “You may call me Father if you wish.”

Jim blinked. “Uh. Oh. Okay. Sure.” He felt himself blush. “F-Father.”

Sarek’s lips turned upward slightly. “I believe it will take some getting used to for both of us.”

Jim laughed. “Yeah.”

“I will get things ready for the meal.”

“Do you require assistance?” Spock asked as Sarek turned away.

“No. Please sit and make yourselves comfortable.”

When they were alone, Jim sighed.

“You were nervous?” Spock asked.

“Of course. You weren’t?”

“Somewhat.” Spock admitted. “But you are much admired across the universe.”

Jim snorted, leaned over and kissed Spock quick.

“Drink your water,” Spock murmured.

There was a slight click and cool air flowed down on him from above. “Oh thank God.”

“I believe it was my father who was responsible not a deity.”

Jim laughed again. “Shut up.”

Flash Fic, June 20, 2025

Even if Spock hadn’t noticed Jim jerking his head up, clearly trying to keep from falling asleep, he would have known his captain was bored. Even without him desperately trying to hide a yawn.

He also knew Jim hadn’t gotten any sleep the night before. Neither had Spock, but Vulcans could go without sleep much longer than Humans. And even though the reason for Jim’s lack of sleep had been extremely pleasurable, Spock somewhat regretted it now.

The captain wasn’t trying to be rude. He was tired and the Vulcan speaking at the head of the conference table spoke in an uninflected monotone. On a subject Spock knew Jim wasn’t particularly interested in.

The problem was Admiral Barrington had glanced their direction a time or two, narrowing her eyes.

During the break, Jim got a coffee, but as Spock was trying to bring him outside for some fresh air to wake him up further, Admiral Barrington approached.”

“Captain. Commander.”

“Admiral. We were about get some air. Care to join us?” Jim asked, politely.

“Yes.”

Spock opened the door to outside for her and the captain.

Then she looked back over her shoulder at Jim.

“You do not look well, Jim.”

“Admiral?”

She sighed. ”Forget the Admiral-Captain nonsense. I’m just Mom right now.”

Jim reddened. He looked chastised.

She glanced at Spock. “I expect to see you both at dinner tonight with my husband.”

It was a recent marriage for her. Dr. Adam Barrington was a much admired physicist and brother of the Federation president.

Still, Spock was surprised. The invitation for dinner hadn’t included him before.

“Admiral—”

“I have eyes, Mr. Spock.” She sighed and turned back to Jim. “The collar of dress uniform barely covers the marks.”

Jim’s eyes widened. “Mom!”

She rolled hers. “Wear something casual to dinner, both of you. No uniforms. Maybe a turtleneck though.” She was smiling. “I’m glad you finally snagged him. I did wonder.”

Jim choked on a laugh.

“You do look terrible. No sleep? You never did handle that well. Listen, the rest of this isn’t any more interesting than the first part. Go get some sleep. You’re excused.” She arched a brow at Spock. “You aren’t.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jim looked enormously relieved. “Really? I’m excused?”

“Just from the conference today. Not from dinner. You’d both better be there.”

“We will. I will.” Jim leaned over and kissed her cheek. Grinned. “Thanks, Admiral.”

His mother laughed. “Weird as hell, right? Did you ever think I’d get this kind of promotion?”

“It’s not underserved,” her son assured her. “See you and Adam for dinner.”

Spock was grateful Jim was going to get to rest but, admittedly anxious about the dinner. With a shrug, after the break, Spock returned to the conference, his attention riveted by the speakers.  

PS. I’ll be gone all weekend to Vegas (planned trip so I will be hobbling around), so any response will be delayed!

As it turns out

When I fell down the stairs I fractured the tibia in my right leg. Fun times. Big ass walking boot. Heal time 6 weeks. Yep.

Found out after having excruciating pain in leg and going to ER. Thought it might be a blood cot but nope, fracture

Flash Fic, June 13, 2025

Well, it’s a month with Friday the 13th! Should have known!

“You know this is ridiculous. I don’t need to be carried like a…”

“A child?” Spock suggested.

Jim scowled. “I was going to say a damsel in distress.”

And he was in distress. He’d fallen down a set of stone steps and really landed hard on his twisted leg. Everything hurt.

Spock carried him to the cabin they were sharing on their shore leave. He stopped at the entrance to gain access at the door and then carried Jim inside and toward the bedroom.

“I think we should contact Doctor McCoy.”

“Nothing is broken and I don’t want to bother Bones. It’s his shore leave too.”

Spock deposited him on the bed. “You do not know if anything is broken.”

“I’m pretty sure. It would hurt a hell of a lot worse than this. And trust me, it hurts bad enough.”

Spock leaned down and studied Jim’s leg and ankle. He was wearing shorts as they’d been out exploring the planet ruins. No doubt about it his skin was scraped and his ankle and foot were throbbing.

Spock made a face, turned and walked away.

Jim sighed and closed his eyes.

A few minutes later Spock returned with a first aid kit. Silently, he began to clean up the scrapes on Jim’s leg. Then he gently bandaged Jim’s foot and ankle and handed Jim an ice pack.

“Thanks,” Jim offered though Spock would not meet his gaze. “Hey. Talk to me.”

Spock sat on the edge of the bed. “You came very close to falling off that cliff at the bottom of those stairs.”

“I know. I didn’t fall on purpose, Spock. And I didn’t go over the cliff.”

“You would not have survived such a fall.”

Jim looked down at Spock’s hands which were clenched tight together and he saw the Vulcan was shaking.

“Hey.” Jim reached for him. “I’m here. I’m okay.” He pulled him into an embrace. “I love you.”

Spock pulled back a little, blinking in surprise. “That is the first time you have said that.”

Jim smiled. “Is it? Well you’ve known it for a long time.”

“Still…it is good to hear out loud. And I love you as well.”

“I know. And I’m sorry if I have ruined our shore leave.”

“You have not ruined it. Perhaps you have changed the nature of the leave but we will still spend time together. Would you like to sit on the couch while I make us dinner?”

“I’d tell you I would help but I don’t think I can stand for long periods yet. But yes, I’d love to.”

Spock stood, scooped Jim into his arms and carried him to the living room. Jim smiled and pulled him in for a kiss.   

June Update

This has been a challenging month. I had a car accident (minor), I am fighting over a huge premium increase I don’t want to get into but it’s been stressful, and this past Monday I fell down the stairs at my townhome. I am recovering from that but I hurt myself pretty badly. Nothing broken but an extremely bad sprain and trouble getting around.

I haven’t written Friday’s flash but will soon. Don’t be surprised if it doesn’t involve a fall!

Anyway, expect for July some Christmas in July Friday flashes. There are 4 Fridays in July and I think those are still fairly popular.


thanks!

June 06, 2025 Flash Fic

We start June’s flashes with a little melancholy.

Though the mission had been very successful, Jim found himself incredibly tired and he just wanted to go straight to his quarters and to bed.

He stiffened automatically when Bones approached.

“You need to come in and let me check you out.”

“Nothing happened, Bones. I’m fine.”

Bones shook his head. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

“I just want to go to bed.”

“This won’t take long,” his friend insisted without sympathy. He steered Jim into sickbay. “Now sit there on that biobed while I scan you.”

Jim did, mostly because he was too weary to argue. He did mutter, “No one attacked me.”

Bones ignored him again and lifted up his scanner and moved all along Jim. Eventually lowered it and declared, “You seem to be okay.”

“Told you.” He slipped off the bed.

“Come on to the mess and have dinner with me.”

“I just want to go to bed.”

“You gotta eat. Come on.”

Jim let himself be dragged to the mess room even though he wasn’t hungry. Bones ordered him pasta with vodka sauce, normally something he really liked, but he just stabbed at it and barely took a bite. It seemed like too much effort to chew.

“You’re not eating much.”

“Not that hungry.”

“Are you sure everything went all right down there?”

“Couldn’t have gone better.” Jim smiled. “Just tired, Bones.”

Bones sighed. “All right. Go on. I won’t keep you.”

Relieved, Jim got up and started to leave the mess room, but his exit was blocked by Uhura.

“Captain, do you have a moment?”

“Well, not really. I was on my way to go to bed.”

“Don’t worry, this won’t take long.”

Jim pursed his lips. “Okay, shoot.”

“I wanted to go over my report about the recommendations I made regarding communications—”

Jim’s mind wandered and he struggled to pay attention.

“Captain?”

“Whatever you want, Lieutenant. You have my permission.”

“Really?” She seemed eager, yet skeptical.

“Yeah, you’re in charge of communications, you make the decisions. Provided it doesn’t violate any Starfleet policies or regulations.”

“It doesn’t.”

“Good. Now, excuse me.”

He reached the corridor.

“Keptin—”

“Tomorrow, Pavel.”

Finally he got into the turbolift. Unfortunately it was occupied.

“I’m ready for that drink now,” Scotty told him, cheerfully.

“Drink?”

“Aye. You said you’d come have a drink with me. I’m on my way to engineering and I happen to have a bottle of scotch there. Don’t tell the captain of course,” Scotty joked.

“Scotty—”

“Just a wee one. Won’t take long.”

Jim nodded and tried not to sag against the wall of the turbolift.

He followed Scotty to Engineering.

He’d taken two sips of the scotch when his vision blurred and he would have gone down except he was suddenly held by two very strong Vulcan arms. Even though everything was blurry, he would have recognized those arms anywhere.

“Excuse us,” Spock spoke to Scotty. “The captain is going to bed.”

He could have kissed Spock and maybe he did, Jim didn’t know.

The next thing he was conscious of was being undressed and placed in bed in his quarters.

“Thanks,” he whispered.

Spock tucked him beneath the covers and then sat on the edge of the bed. “Do you need anything else, ashayam?”

“No. Just tired.”

“I know. It’s been a rough day.” Spock leaned over and brushed Jim’s hair off his forehead. “Your brother is at peace now.”

“How’d you know I was thinking of Sam?”

Spock tapped his head and Jim chuckled softly.

“Yeah. Thank you, love, for understanding.”

“I do. Go to sleep. It will be a new day tomorrow.”

Jim closed his eyes.   

On a lark, I asked the AI here to create an image of Captain Kirk asleep, I am attaching it here (naturally they went with Bill although it’s almost a mix!)

Flash Fic, May 30, 2025

Jim didn’t even see her until she launched herself into his arms at high speed. For a moment she knocked him off his balance but fortunately a hand shot out behind him to rest on his back and steady him.

“Jimmy! I can’t believe it!” She shrieked in his ear. Then she put her hands on his face and kissed him hard on and long on the mouth.

He grabbed her wrists, moved her hands from his face and stepped back, breaking the kiss.

He did so with a gentle laugh as he recognized her.

“Kimberly, wow. It’s been years.”

Her long golden hair was a cascade of ringlets trailing down her back. She was beautiful. Probably more than he’d seen her last.

“First year of Academy,” she told him breezily. “I knew you’d get far.”

Jim smiled. “A little far.”

Kimberly laughed. “You’re a legend. I can’t believe I ran into you. We just have to get together for dinner.” She glanced briefly at the Vulcan by his side. “Oh. Who do we have here?”

Jim opened his mouth.

“Don’t tell me. You have to be his—”

“Husband,” Spock supplied with a raised eyebrow.

Her excited face fell. She stepped back and blinked. “His…what?”

Jim said gently, “Yes. This is Spock, my husband. And my first officer.”

“Well.” She cleared her throat. “Things have changed quite a bit, haven’t they?”

“It has been a long time. About that dinner…”

Kimberly held up her hands. “You know I’d love to, but I forgot all about…my appointment. You know how it is.”

“I certainly do.”

“Some other time. It was very nice to meet you, Spack.”

“Spock,” he corrected her, needlessly. Jim knew she couldn’t have cared less.

She took Jim’s hands in hers and squeezed. “You look great, and it was fantastic to see you. Your first officer is a very lucky man.”

“His husband,” Spock corrected her again, but she was already hurrying away. Spock stared after her, bemused.

“We, uh, dated a bit my first year at the Academy.”

Spock looked at him. “Yes.”

“She dropped out. Decided Starfleet wasn’t for her. Have no idea what she did after that.”

“And apparently you never will know as she could not get away from me fast enough,” Spock commented.

Jim chuckled. “It’s those ‘mine’ vibes you’re putting out, babe.”

“I am putting out no vibes,” Spock insisted. “As least not deliberately.”

“Mm.”

Jim began to walk toward HQ once more with Spock accompanying him.

“She clearly expected to copulate with you.”

Jim choked.

“Do you deny it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Jim.”

He shrugged. “Maybe. But she figured out that wasn’t going to happen.”

“Because I was with you.”

Jim shook his head. “Because I wouldn’t have been interested. You’ve spoiled me for anybody else and you know it.”

Spock seemed satisfied with that, so with a smile, Jim entered the doors of HQ with Spock by his side.

Flash Fic, May 23, 2025

When Jim stepped off the transporter pad and back on the Enterprise, Bones was waiting for him.

Bones, dressed just as casually as Jim was in their shore leave clothes, greeted him instantly.

“Hey Jim. I saw you were due to come back next so I waited for you. How was your shore leave?”

“Fantastic.”

“You’ll have to tell me about it. I have some gossip too.”

Jim laughed. “Gossip? I’d say I’m surprised you’d be spreading gossip but I’m not.”

“Join me for a quick coffee in the mess room?”

“Sure, I have time. Let’s do it.”

In days past, Jim might have spent shore leave with Bones, but that hadn’t happened this time.

They grabbed some coffee in the mess room and then grabbed a table. Jim had to wonder what his friend found worthy of gossiping about.

“So tell me what you did,” Bones said. “You rented a beach house, right?”

“I did.” Jim smiled. “I’m telling you, Bones. It was great. So relaxing. I swam in the ocean. Went for walks on the beach. Sat on the patio sipping tropical drinks. It had this amazing kitchen. I cooked all this food. It was so good. Then the living room had this couch that was more like a bunch of fluffy cushions and a big big screen. I watched all these old movies and stuff. Stayed up late, slept in. Never once had to hear ‘red alert, Captain’, ‘deck five’s under water, Captain’, ‘hailing frequencies open, Captain’, ‘you had a report due three days ago, Captain’. Best damn vacation ever.”

Bones chuckled. “If you say so. Sounds kind of boring if you ask me.”

“Not even a little. How about you? What did you do?”

“Well, now, one doesn’t like to kiss and tell usually.”

“But you don’t mind.”

“If you insist. I met this beautiful blonde in the tavern down by Calhoun Street.”

“What’s the difference between a bar, a pub, and a tavern?”

Bones eyed him. “Has this got a punchline?”

Jim laughed. “No, it’s a real question.”

“How the hell should I know? I’m a doctor not an expert on drinking establishments. Anyway, I spent a very nice few days in her company.”

Jim nodded and leaned back in his chair. “I did notice the hickey.”

Bones scowled and covered the spot on his neck. “Shut up.”

“What’s the gossip anyway?”

“It’s about Spock.”

“Our Spock?”

“You know any other Spock? You know how he usually doesn’t go on shore leave.”

“Right. He didn’t go this time.”

“Like hell he didn’t. He not only did go but he hooked up! Sulu told me.”

“So Sulu’s in on this gossiping?”

‘Well, you know, Jim. People talk.”

“Unfortunately, yes I do. Well, anyway, if it is true, so what? Spock’s entitled to shore leave like anyone else.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“He’s not with Uhura anymore.”

“I know. In fact, I guess Sulu said she was seen at an establishment getting very cozy with a guy and a girl!” Bones smirked.

“You’re becoming a regular busybody, Bones.”

“Pish, if you had this information…wait. Speak of the devil.”

Jim turned to see Spock approaching their table. He was already dressed once more in his uniform.

“Captain. Doctor.”

“Spock,” Bones said coolly.

Spock turned to Jim, handing him a folded tank top. “It seems that when we were packing to return to the Enterprise, I put this in my luggage.”

Jim smiled. “Totally understandable. All our stuff was mixed up.”

“”I can bring it to your quarters if you prefer.”

“Nah, I gotta go there and take a shower and get my uniform on. You’re headed for the bridge?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll see you there soon then.” Jim paused and let his smile widen. “And later of course.”

Spock nodded. “Of course. Doctor.”

When Spock had left, Jim dared a look at Bones, who looked apoplectic.

“So Spock was with you?”

“Yep.”

“And you let me go on about the gossip?”

Jim chuckled and rose from his seat. “It was very amusing, Bones. Thank you for that. See you later, I need to get ready for duty.”

He heard Bones muttering something but he was in far too good a mood to let the sourpuss spoil it.

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