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Christmas in July, July 08, 2022 Flash

I got a suggestion to use the Jim and Spock from First Impressions.

Jim stood in front the mirror trying to decide if he liked the way he looked.

“What do you think?”

“Hmm?”

Jim glanced at Spock via the mirror. His husband was sitting at a terminal in their quarters doing God knew what. Reports probably.

Jim smiled faintly, his memory going back several years now.

“Green or red?”

Spock turned around from preparing tea in the kitchen of their apartment. He blinked several times at Jim.

Well, Jim really couldn’t blame him. It wasn’t every day your boyfriend was dressed like a Christmas elf.

“I beg your pardon?”

Jim smiled. “You can beg me later.”

“Jim—”

“I know, I know. It’s July, right?”

“It is. You also have green knee trousers on with a red…I confess I am at a loss as to what you are wearing on your upper torso is called.”

“Doublet, I think. Like what royalty would wear in ancient Earth days or whatever. That’s what it reminds me of. But anyway, it’s for the elf costume. That’s why I am wondering. Green elf or red elf?”

“You are as inexplicable as ever.”

Jim laughed. “Now that’s a compliment I can get behind.”

“It is not…Jim, why are you wearing that?”

“The hospital is doing Christmas in July for the sick kids. I promised to dress up like an elf.” Jim shrugged. “It’s fun for them.”

“And you too, I would say.” Spock considered. “I would say green.”

“I do look good with green all over and in me.” Jim grinned.

Spock gave him a stern look. “Red. Go as a red elf.”

“How does this stupid uniform look?” Jim asked, in the present. He wrinkled his nose.

“Being promoted to admiral is not stupid.”

“Come on. First impression.”

That got Spock’s attention and he looked up at once.

“You are…as always…breathtaking.”

Jim snorted. “You didn’t always think so.”

Spock got up from behind the desk and went to where Jim stood, pulling him into his arms.

“That is where you are wrong, T’hy’la. From the very beginning I have acknowledged how absolutely stunning you are.”

“You just thought I was a shit.”

“I never thought that. Such a term is not in my vocabulary.”

“Well. You think it looks all right?”

“You look like a highly regarded, decorated officer who has earned his promotion to admiral.”

“Right, sure.” Jim sighed. “Why do I feel like a fake then?”

“You are not. And I am…in awe of the man you are.”

“You’re going to make me cry.” Jim kissed him.

Spock looked up at Jim’s fingers raised above them. “Mistletoe, Admiral?”

“Merry Christmas in July, honey.”

Spock shook his head but drew Jim back into another kiss. “Let us see what you look like out of this uniform.”

“Now you’re talking!”

July 8, 2022

Christmas in July, Flash Fic July 06,2022

“City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, dressed in holiday green, in the air there’s a feeling of Christmas.”

“It’s ninety-five degrees, genius.”

Jim smiled and winked at Bones. “Not in here it isn’t. I have the AC set to meat locker.”

Bones snorted. “It might make it freezing in here but it actually won’t snow.” He paused. “Or even form ice crystals.”

Jim shrugged. “Jury’s still out on that one.”

“Anyway, you’re singing it wrong,” his best friend informed him.

Jim sipped from his frosty peppermint mocha shake. “I am?”

“It’s… City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, dressed in holiday style.”

“Style? Well, that’s stupid.”

“I sure as hell didn’t write it so don’t look at me. It’s to rhyme style with smile from the next line.”

Jim shook his head. “Strings of streetlights, even stop lights, blink a bright red and green, as the shoppers rush home with their treasures.”

“It’s a dumbass song,” Bones muttered. “Why the Christmas stuff anyway. Frozen apartment, dumbass song, and peppermint drinks. And I’m pretty sure I saw mistletoe in the doorway of your bedroom.”

“I’m doing Christmas in July with Spock.”

“Spock know this?”

“He will soon enough. He’s not going to be around for real Christmas since Pike’s taking him out on an exploratory mission for like six months beginning in October to get his feet wet.”

“A Vulcan with wet feet. Wet behind the ears more likely.”

Jim gave him a look. “Shut up, will ya? Since Christmas in July’s a thing—”

“Who says it’s a thing?”

“I just did, didn’t you hear me?”

“Loud and clear unfortunately.”

“May I remind you that you actually asked.”

“You going to be okay all by yourself?”

Jim scowled. “I’m a mature adult. I can handle my boyfriend being gone a few months.”

Bones nodded, sagely. “Course. Since I’m sure you’re expecting the unfortunate object of your July Christmasy celebration at any time, I’m going to beat it.”

“Thank God. I thought you’d never leave.” Jim grinned.

Bones flipped him off and opened the door of the apartment.

Standing there was Spock who arched a brow at Bones’ uncouth display.

“Charming as ever I see, Doctor.”

Bones grumbled something, scooted past Spock and down the hallway.

Jim seized hold of Spock’s arm and pulled him inside.

“Jim, I know it is hot out, but do you not think you have the air conditioning turned up too high?”

“Merry Christmas!” Jim kissed him.

“Christmas?”

“Yep. There are chocolate thumb print cookies in the oven.”

“I-I see. Then we are…having a night in.”

Jim laughed. “Most definitely. Come here and unwrap me. I’m your present.”

July 6, 2022

Happy Independence Day 2022

Here’s a repost of “Independence Day” a flash from July 2020

“I now declare my independence,” Jim said as he walked beside Bones.

Bones smirked. “From Gary?”

“Gary and from all others. No more relationships, Bones. I am footloose and fancy free.” Jim turned around and started walking backwards, doing a little foot work as he did so, laughing at the look Bones was giving him.

He turned around then and walked straight into…

“Oomph.” Jim staggered back and a hand shot out to steady him. He felt himself blushing hot. And staring into the most beautiful pair of dark eyes he’d ever seen. “Uh. Hi. And, um, sorry.”

The guy, a Vulcan, arched a brow. “That was quite a dance.”

“Uh.” Jim laughed uncomfortably. “Yeah. I was…sort of celebrating. Jim Kirk.”

“Spock. What were you celebrating?”

“A, uh.” He moistened his lips. “A break up.”

“How fortunate.”

“It is?”

“For me,” Spock said, matter-of-fact. “Dinner?”

Jim heard Bones coughing nearby.

He ignored him.

Smiled.

“Yeah. Dinner sounds great.”

“Jim!”

“Uh. Hang on one second,” Jim said.

The Vulcan, Spock, looked past him to Bones. “Your keeper?”

Jim laughed. “Nah. He only thinks so. Give me one minute.”

Jim scurried back to Bones. “Hey, I’m…”

“Yeah, I figured that,” Bones said sarcastically. “What happened to all that talk of Independence with a capital I?”

“Well, I did say of relationships,” Jim pointed out.

“Uh-huh. So this thing with that guy, who’s a professor at the Academy, by the way, is just gonna be a one-night stand?”

“Or two or three or you know whatever amount it takes.” Jim winked.

“Should I expect you home tonight?”

Jim glanced at Spock who narrowed his eyes. Jim licked his lips, swallowed. “No. No. I don’t think so.” He patted Bones’ arm. “Or maybe for a couple of nights.”

“A couple of nights? Jim…”

“Longer even.”

“Jim!”

“See you, Bones.”

He scrambled after Spock who had begun to walk away. He fell into step beside the Vulcan.

“Professor huh?”

“Yes, Cadet. So do…behave.”

Jim stumbled, then blushed. “Yeah. Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

Jim cleared his throat as he struggled to keep up with Spock’s long strides. “Sir. Yes, sir.”

He could be independent in a day or two. Right.

July 4, 2022

My Few Days Away

Back from my trip and here are some pictures for your enjoyment. Tonight it’s off to the cousin’s house

July 3, 2022

Christmas in July Flash, July 01, 2022

And so it begins. Wednesdays and Fridays all month. Enjoy!

PS. I know it’s Jay’s birthday but I am sorry to say I just didn’t have time to get a separate fic written, my apologies. Looks like Over Time will be finished in early August, anyway. Happy Birthday Jay!

“This is the first day.”

Jim did not look up from his PADD when Vanik spoke. Jim was sitting in the office area of the apartment he shared with Spock studying for a really important test. He vaguely wondered how Vanik got there. He hadn’t let him in and Spock wasn’t there. He did not need to deal with the pest just then.

“First day of what?” he asked absently.

“Christmas in July.”

Now Jim did look up. “Excuse me?”

“It’s July the first.”

“Right. Uh. Vanik. Wait, how’d you get in?” He shook his head. “Never mind. I don’t want to know. Because then I will be forced to tell Spock.”

“When do the celebrations begin?”

“Celebrations? Look. That’s not really how it works. It’s not really until July the twenty-fourth or so. You know around the real time for Christmas and Christmas Eve five months later. It’s just sort of a wow, it’s only five months until Christmas thing. It’s now less than half a year. It began in a summer camp in 1933. They had fake snow and trees and Santa even.”

Vanik nodded. “Correct. But over the many years since others have expanded on the time to celebrate ‘Christmas in July’. I would like us to be one of them. If you will recall we did something last year.”

“Did we? Well, even if we did, Vanik, I just don’t have time right now. Maybe later in the month, but I have this big test.”

“I am certain you will ace it as usual, Jim.”

“Right. But you know it’s a little hot to be dashing through the snow anyway.”

“Actually, that song originated as a Thanksgiving song.”

Jim rolled his eyes and went back to reading on his PADD. He hoped that would clue Vanik in that he needed to leave.

“Did you know that?”

“Not only is the answer no, I also don’t care.”

“I brought a Santa, a reindeer and a jingle bell.”

Jim looked up at him again. “You what?”

“Cookie cutters. I thought a pleasurable way to begin the month of Christmas in July was for us to engage in Christmas cookie making.”

Jim blinked at the boy, then sighed. He knew defeat when he saw it. So much for not believing in no-win scenarios.

“Tell you what. You go into the living room and sit quietly on the couch for a whole hour and let me study in peace for that time. And when that hour has passed, we’ll make those cookies. Deal?”

Vanik nodded enthusiastically. “Deal.”

Jim looked at him with skepticism. “You think you can be quiet for that long?”

“It will be a challenge but I am up for it. Especially if it means making Christmas cookies with you.”

Jim smiled, patted the boy’s bowl cut, and shooed him away.

It would take a miracle for him to pass this test at this rate.

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July 1, 2022

Flash Fic, June 29, 2022

Decided to write a surprise final flash for the guys that appeared in June. “J” wants me to put up their story on A03 and so I probably will later today as “The Visit”.

“How are you feeling?”

She followed him onto the porch where’d gone to get some air.

“I have huge headache.”

His mom frowned. “From the concussion? They must have released you too soon. Overnight? You should have been in there a week at the minimum.”

He rolled his eyes. “No. My headache had family dinner all over it.”

“Oh, but Sarek’s lovely. He’s been hovering over you and Spock since he arrived.”

“That’s not lovely. It’s…I hate hovering. And I don’t need it. And I’m pretty sure he’s making Spock a little crazy.”

She patted his arm. “You two need to lighten up.”

“Uh-huh. How did you like meeting Dad’s parents in the beginning?”

Mom made a face. “That was different. George’s father was so intimidating and I could tell he didn’t like me.”

Jim arched both brows at her.

“Now, Jim, that’s not true with Sarek.” She paused. “Is it?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “Spock doesn’t think so, but we didn’t meet in the greatest of circumstances.”

“Your actions have saved millions of lives, Jim. Including Vulcans. Including his son. That has to count for something.”

“Yeah. But you’re a little biased.” He smiled and hugged her.

“Come on in and have dessert with us. Spock and Sarek are making a special spiced tea they want us to try.”

“Okay.”

Jim followed her back in the house and the two of them paused as they both watched the two Vulcans working side by side in the kitchen.

“You know, he is pretty cute.”

Jim smiled. “I know. That’s part of why I bonded with him.”

“That’s nice, dear.” She shook her head. “But not Spock. Sarek.”

She wandered off toward the kitchen.

“Oh, God.” He buried his face in his hands. Yep, his head was definitely getting worse.

“James? Your tea is prepared.”

“Coming,” he muttered. And prepared to watch his mother flirt with Spock’s father.

June 29, 2022

Time to Remember

I’m only working three days this week and then I am off on a little get away before the holiday weekend. Not sure I will have time to update anything else. Friday the 1st is the firs Christmas in July offering.

In the meantime, try these!

What I See well not this is an early one, dating back to 2014, Got it done in about a month

This actually is the middle part of a series about the same Kirk and Spock. I didn’t set out to make them the same but they ended up that way.

The first one concerns how they got together, Conduct Unbecoming. The second one is the angsty What I See, where Jim gets blinded. Notes from a Conference is old married Spirk. I recommend you read them all.

They make up the Forever series.

So again, in order Conduct Unbecoming, What I See and Notes from a Conference.

June 27, 2022

Flash Fic, June 24, 2022

This is the same Jim and Spock it has been all month

“You just had to go and get yourself injured.”

Jim rolled his eyes at his mother as she hovered by his hospital bed. A moment ago she had tucked the covers around him tight enough to make him think she was trying to make a mummy out of him.

“Right, because I did it on purpose. I thought ‘well, Mom wants me to put lights on the roof and that’s a perfect time to come crashing down.’”

“No, but for Heaven’s Sake, why does it always have to be you?”

Jim opened his mouth to reply when he was interrupted by the arrival of Spock who rushed in looking grim.

“Jim! I received a message that you had been gravely injured.”

Jim took hold of Spock’s hand and shot a glare to his mom. “She exaggerates.”

“He fell off the roof!”

“And only cracked a few ribs and got a concussion.”

“Only.”

Spock clung to his hand. “Why were you on the roof? I went to the store for groceries and the next thing I know I receive this message.”

Mom sighed. “My fault. I asked Jimmy to go up and install these tiny solar lights I bought to go up there. I should have hired someone.”

“I managed to do it fine,” Jim insisted. “It was when I was getting down that I slipped.” He smiled at his worried looking husband. “They repaired the ribs and they just want to keep me overnight for observation. Mom, here, tried to make sure I never moved again.”

Spock glanced over at the tucked in blankets. “Are you certain you will be all right?”

“Yes, of course.”

“As I was saying when you arrived, Spock. Jimmy’s always getting hurt.”

“Mom.”

“He’s broken both arms.”

“Not at the same time.”

“This is his fourth concussion.” She paused. “At least. They should probably check you for brain damage.”

“Brain damage? Mom—”

“Can’t tell you how many times he’s cracked his ribs.”

“You’re freaking Spock out.”

She gave him a look. “And of course there’s the time you actually died.”

“Mom, you aren’t even supposed to know about that, I told you in confidence.”

“I’m not supposed to know my son died?” she exclaimed.

“Ssh. You are not helping calm Spock.”

“Well.” She looked sheepish, but then she smiled. “Maybe this will cheer him up.”

Jim frowned. “What?”

“Sarek’s on his way. When he heard about Jim, well he wasn’t too far, so he got on a shuttle and—”

“That does not keep me calm,” Spock said flatly.

“How did he hear about me?”

She shrugged.

“Mom.”

“Lovely. We’ll have a lovely family dinner when you get out of the hospital. It’s best for Sarek and I to get to know each other since we’re all family, you know.”

Jim mouthed sorry to Spock, who leaned down and kissed him.

“All will be well, Ashayam.”

He snorted. “Sure. Wait until we have that kid she mentioned.”

June 24, 2022

Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Fan Fiction and Personal Ramblings

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