Quinto canceled for the Star Trek Convention so yeah…pretty disappointing. Not gonna lie
And I really mean it now, LOL, but I DID just get another fic finished. Best Friends 2. The last chapter has been sent to a beta, but once that’s done, it will be posted and another fic closed.
In the coming months I hope to finish two more fics, Catch a Falling Star and I Dream of Jim. Won’t that be nice?
But I had a breather moment where I could finish Best Friends 2 to my satisfaction so look for that tomorrow (beta can’t get to it until then)
Now that The Mysterious One is finished, I am taking a break from updating anything on A03 until September. Which really will be here soon. I leave in a week for Vegas and I just need some down time.
I have already written and scheduled the remaining August flashes here and the first September one. I’ll probably get another of those done before I leave too.
I’ll be gone from Wednesday, August 24-Monday, August 29.
TOS
“This is all Spock’s fault,” Bones grumbled as he was chained to a rock wall next to me. He rattled the chains when he shook his hands.
“Bones, just…”
“Am I wrong?”
I blew out a long breath, making a whistling noise through my nose. “Yes. Your constant haranguing of Spock is getting on my last nerve, Bones. I don’t know why you can’t get along with him, but you give me a damn headache. Spock tried to prevent this whole mess and if it’s anybody’s fault—”
There was a loud splashing sound then, like a foot hitting a puddle in the stones that lead to where McCoy and I had been chained. The beat of my heart picked up as I realized this could be it.
After all the Klingons that had chained us here hinted at some creature that would be hungry from Human flesh. I thought it was all Klingon bluster and I hoped I was not wrong.
“Captain?”
“Spock?”
“Coming, Captain.”
And a moment later my first officer came into view. It took him only a short time to undo my chains and as my boots hit the solid ground I glanced toward Bones as Spock approached to let him out of the restraints.
“You sure you want to do that, Spock?” But I smiled to show Bones I was teasing.
“Har har,” Bones muttered as Spock got him out of the chains. “Thanks.”
Spock arched a brow but said nothing in response to Bones’ somewhat sour show of gratitude.
“The beam out location is this way,” Spock said and led the way.
As we followed after him, Bones stopped me with a hand on my arm. “Listen, Jim, about what I said back there. I was cranky and feeling—”
“A little afraid.” I nodded. “I know. Forget about it, Bones.”
Bones nodded. I hadn’t even told him that my relationship with Spock had been changing. There were some things that were better left private. At least for the time being.
Spock handed me my communicator. I smiled at him and flipped it open. “Scotty, beam us up!”
I’ve decided to make the next chapter of The Mysterious One the last chapter. I’m working on it. I began this work in 2018, so I feel it’s time. I will be leaving them with what is called a Happily For Now ending.
Fear not, though, this is not the end of my silver-eyed Jim and his “lionheart” warrior, Spock (see the song King and Lionheart as well as a Spirk video to it) and their offspring.
I am making it the “Supernatural Jim Kirk” series and The Mysterious One is part one. I will be writing more of their journey in part two. I will say in honesty that will not premiere until 2023.
And if you never read that one for whatever reason, you’ll at least have the ending of this one.
So there you have it.
I’ve tested negative for almost a week now and I feel good. (Good for a geezer anyway).
This weekend I am off again to a special dinner and overnight trip Saturday for M’s birthday. It’s a little early as it’s at the end of the month but sister and I will be in Vegas for the convention then so we are doing an early celebration. M is staying home with Luna!
In other news, I am so so so busy at work I think my brains are leaking out. It’s stressing me out. I have ants in my bathroom looking for water (with so many states in drought who isn’t), I’ve been trying to lose weight again, and we’re still trying to have a family barbecue (postponed when M and I got Covid) sometime in September.
I’m working my way through stories too. I don’t have time to write anything new right now though I want to. Next update will be The Mysterious One. I hope to finish that one this year finally. But I don’t have time to get to it until next week probably.
Ayi yi. At least my August flashes are done and scheduled!
Here’s a pretty picture!
And in keeping with the monthly theme
“I think this is it this time.”
Jim eyed his best friend as they leaned against rocks. They were stranded, there was no doubt about that. The shuttle they had taken to get to this godforsaken location on this damn rock had exploded and was beyond repair.
“ I don’t know why you say that,” Jim said, grimacing in pain.
He was pretty sure a bone was sticking out of his leg. He didn’t want to look. Bones’ arm was in a sling they’d made.
“No transportation, communicators not working to contact the ship, we’re the only survivors of the mission party.” Bones snorted. “Such as we are. I don’t know how it could get any worse.”
“Sure, there’s all that. But…”
When he didn’t continue, Bones, surprisingly, didn’t push him to.
Jim wasn’t even sure what he intended to say. Like Bones he was feeling a little hopeless and it was getting harder to maintain optimism.
He leaned his head against the rock and closed his eyes.
He wanted to be rescued more than anything. In exactly two weeks he was supposed to go to New Vulcan with Spock and be formally bonded. It looked like now that was never going to happen.
And wow that was depressing. He could feel tears begin to sting his eyes. Just what he needed.
He forced them away somewhat angrily and was about to try to start some kind of conversation with Bones when the growling started.
The hairs on the nape of his neck went up.
Was that his imagination?
More low growling.
“Bones,” he whispered. “Bones, do you hear that?”
“Hear what?” Bones demanded, not quietly.
“Shh. I think some creature’s stalking us!”
“Stalking us? Jim—”
Just then a huge white creature with a horn on his head came into their vision. It howled menacingly and started toward them.
“You just had to ask how it could get worse,” Jim complained as he attempted to scramble to his feet.
“Jim, you can’t travel on that leg!”
Jim looked at him, incredulous. “So I should stay here and let him eat me?”
“No, but—”
The creature sped up then, like at a run to reach them just as Jim heard the sound of a familiar low whine of transportation.
“Oh please.”
And then just like that, his view of the creature with the horn on his head was replaced with a view of Spock standing in front of the transporter, hands calmly clenched behind his back, Scotty there at the controls.
“Told you I’d get them.”
“Indeed you did.”
“Spock!” And Jim fell to the ground just as Spock went to help him.
Time marches on and so do expectations.
My next writing adventure (chapter) will be Our So-Called Life. When last we left our intrepid T’hy’la pair Spock was off to Starfleet Academy, leaving Jim once more behind.
And soon enough I am going to be skipping right ahead three years to Jim being an adult and joining Spock there. I haven’t decided whether to have one more chapter at 15 or skip ahead to Jim going there.
I’m at 37 chapters and I think 40 might be a good place to stop and it would be nice to have three chapters of them both as adults. But it’s not like there’s a rule that says I can’t do 41.
But that might be a few days as I am understandably behind at work and life in general.
Look for that next though!
And as the sergeant used to say at the end of every Hillstreet Blues (old show), “Let’s Be Careful Out There.”
For anyone wondering I seem to be on the mend
I stayed out of work today too but plan to return tomorrow, Wednesday
My nose skin is dried out and cracked but not as stuffed so that’s a win. I have no real appetited (I can taste and smell fine) so I’ve lost a few pounds, My throat is still sore. But for the most part I am definitely improved.
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 