Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Author: ivansfanfiction

  • Flash Fic, August 08, 2022

    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.   

  • Coming to an AO3 Update Near You

    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.”

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  • A Bit Better

    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.

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  • Flash Fic, August 01, 2022

    We’ve hit another month, folks, and a new theme/pattern.

    Every Monday for August you can expect our intrepid Spirk team to be facing some sort of mission peril. That’s Mondays only for August flashes (there could always be an extra or two)

    Here’s the first

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    “It’s hot as Hades.”

    Spock shot him a look. “May I remind you that I suggested you stay onboard the Enterprise for this mission.”

    Jim snorted. “Even if I said no, you can’t, you know you would.”

    “Perhaps.” Spock coughed. “The smoke is getting to be a bit much.”

    Jim dared to look down to see the flames licking ever closer to where they were hogtied to a giant contraption that kept dropping lower and closer to the fire that was supposed to, er, theoretically, end their lives.

    “I think I saw this is a movie once.”

    “Only once?” Spock scoffed. “I’ve seen it myself more times.”

    “It’s definitely overplayed.” Jim shifted in the ropes, trying to reach his communicator which he had thoughtlessly shoved into the back pocket of his regulation uniform pants. “Go ahead and say it.”

    “What am I supposed to say?”

    “This is another fine mess you’ve gotten us into, Captain.”

    “There is nothing fine about this. Your trousers are too tight.”

    Jim moaned as he tried to maneuver his arm. “Damn that hurts. If I don’t get to this thing soon my pants will be burned right off me.”

    “Chances are more likely that the material of the pants will stick to your burned flesh.”

    “Reassuring, Mister Spock.”

    “What are you doing?”

    “I saw this guy dislocate his shoulder once so he could get out of a binding.”

    “You saw this yourself?”

    “In a movie, yeah.”

    “We are doomed.”

    “Now, don’t say that.” Jim shrugged, wrangled, and scooted. Finally his aching arm slipped from the knot and his hand into the pocket. He got it open too. “Kirk to Enterprise. Scotty, beam us up now!”

    With a splat he and Spock landed on the transporter, free of the contraption, but not their binds.

    “Jim!” McCoy came rushing toward them.

    “See?” Jim said. “Told you I’d get us—” He blacked out.

  • Rest in Peace

  • Okay Folks

    A Heart Needs a Second Chance (the title of the cheating Jim story, it’s a line from 38 Special’s Second Chance) is going live. I already wrote it so it only required me to fix a few errors so I thought now’s a good time to post it

  • Down for the Count

    M got Covid and then gave it to me even though we isolated from each other as soon as we knew. Was too late.

    Anyway I’m feeling crappy but not as bad as I could I am sure. This too shall pass but I can’t say I am eager to write at the moment.

  • Christmas in July, Flash Fic July 29, 2022

    This might seem a little close to the last one but they aren’t related, I just got this idea stuck in my head so used it more than once

    “What is the meaning of this?” Spock asked as he stepped into the ship’s rec room. All around him numerous crew members decorated the room with garish green and red decorations. Some crew members stood on ladders to hang fake snowflakes from the ceilings. “Mister Sulu, I command you to answer.”

    Sulu, who at the moment wore an outlandish red hat with a green pompom on the end, glanced his way. “Captain’s orders, sir.”

    “Captain’s orders?” Spock supposed he should have guessed. “What is this supposed to be? Besides clearly a violation of regulations concerning the banning of—”

    “Didn’t know we had our own Grinch on board,” Giotto mumbled from the other side of Sulu.

    “It’s Christmas in July, Commander,” Sulu explained. “The morale’s been low so the captain thought something like this might cheer everyone up.”

    Spock narrowed his eyes and surveyed the room for signs of the Human himself. Across the room near the door on the other side of the rec room stood Kirk. He had the opposite hat of Sulu’s, his being green with a red pompom. He was gesturing wildly to Nyota who stood with him, nodding, and typing into her PADD.

    At that moment, Kirk’s yeoman appeared and handed him a PADD, which he took with a smile. She said something to him, shaking her head, and then he looked down at the PADD and his smile disappeared.

    “I will go and speak to the captain about this senseless frivolity.”

    “You do that, sir,” Sulu said, turning his back on Spock.

    As soon as Spock made it across the room, he first stopped to speak with Nyota. “Surely you have not agreed to participate in this.”

    She shrugged. “It’s fun. Harmless. Just a bit of entertainment considering the last few months we’ve had. I was just going over the menu for the dinner.”

    “The menu…this entire event violates regulations concerning the recognition of non-exclusive—”

    “Oh shut up, Spock. No one’s being excluded. And by the way, I’m not with you anymore so I don’t have to listen to this.” She flipped her pony tail and stalked off to talk to Engineer Scott.

    Spock turned to the captain. “Captain Kirk, this entire affair is against regulations and you—”

    Kirk looked up at him, his blue eyes troubled and haunted looking. “Tear it all down then. I don’t care.”

    And he walked away and out of the rec room entirely.

    Nyota returned to his side. “What did you just do?”

    “I-I did nothing. I just attempted to…” Spock closed his mouth. “Please excuse me.”

    ****

    After the captain ignored his attempts at his main door, Spock went through their shared bathroom to reach him. He didn’t want to violate Jim’s privacy this way but it seemed necessary in this instance.

    Jim stood in the middle of his quarters, PADD clenched so tightly in his hands his knuckles were colorless. He just stared in front of him, though he did finally glace at Spock upon Spock’s approach.

    “What do you want, Spock?”

    “What has happened?”

    Jim shook his head. “Nothing.”

    “I can see that is a lie. Perhaps I allowed my irritation at the recreational festivities to get out of hand, but there is surely something more bothering you.”

    “It’s just for the crew, Spock. They need something to make them smile even if it’s just for a few hours. There’s been…it’s a lot to deal with.”

    “Acknowledged,” Spock said, finally. “I withdraw my objection. Will you tell me what has happened now?”

    Jim pursed his lips. “My grandmother died.” He sighed. “I guess she died a-a few months back, but I just got word.”

    “I grieve with thee.”

    “There was a time when I thought she was the only one who cared about me.”

    “I doubt that was true at the time and I know it is not true now.”

    Jim gave him his faint little smile. “I spent time with her as a kid. We had a lot of fun together. And love.”

    “Was this your mother’s mother or your father’s?”

    “Mom’s. Dad’s parents died before he did. I guess at least they were spared that. My grandmother was the first one who celebrated Christmas in July with me. Even then it was just…complete silliness. But we had a blast together.”

    Spock nodded. “I can see that I have quite a lot to learn.” He stepped close to Jim. “Most especially about you.”

    “Do you really think you will like learning more?”

    Spock kissed him. “I know it.”

    And that’s a wrap (Christmas Wrap) on this year’s festivities. Thanks!  

  • Christmas in July, Flash Fic July 27, 2022

    “You know I’ve been thinking.”

    “Almost always a bad thing.” His CMO, Leonard “Bones” McCoy didn’t even look up from his usual slouching over his cup of coffee.

    “The crew morale took a serious hit recently,” Jim continued, unwilling to pay particular attention to grumpy Bones.

    “Generally being attacked by Klingons and Romulans in the same week has that affect.”

    “Exactly. So we need a distraction. Scotty can even make snow.”

    Bones’ gaze finally rose to Jim’s smiling face. “Snow? For what?”

    “Christmas in July. Or you know, a Holiday Extravaganza in July or Winter Wonderland in July. You know for those that don’t celebrate or care about Christmas. We can have snow and all the usual festivities. Eggnog, Rum Punch, Cookies, Presents, Santa. Everything.”

    Bones stared hard at him. “What does your FOSO think?”

    Jim frowned. “My what?”

    His friend smirked. “First Officer Significant Other.”

    “Did someone mention me?” Spock took his seat beside Jim, slamming his breakfast tray down on the table so hard that his bowl of goopy looking oatmeal bounced.

    “You okay?”

    “In fact I am not. I have had a disagreement with my father.”

    Jim looked at him warily. “Again? What’s up his…what’s his issue this time?”

    “He has expanded the list of who he intends to invite to our bonding ceremony on New Vulcan in October,” Spock explained.

    “What you two need is a wedding planner,” Bones butted in. “Or, uh, a bonding ceremony planner. They can run interference between you two and your respective parents.”

    Jim grinned. “You volunteering?”

    “Not even if I was the last guy in the universe.”

    “Nor would we ask you if you were,” Spock added testily. “What did Leonard mean when he asked what I thought?”

    “You know you’re my FOSO?”

    Spock shrugged. “The meaning was logically easy to figure out.”

    “Hmm.”

    “See Jim? Spock thinks I’m logical.”

    “Especially if you are an expert at figuring out the nonsensical things the doctor comes up with.”

    Jim chuckled. “He wanted to know what you think of Christmas in July.”

    “In point of fact I do not think of it at all.”

    “Well, start. Because we’re planning on one for the ship.”

    Spock grimaced and poked his spoon at his oatmeal.

    “Commander?” Jim deliberately used his authority voice.

    “Yes, of course, Captain.”

    Jim rubbed his hands together. “This is going to be great.”

    “Perhaps you would like to speak with Sarek about our bonding ceremony.”

    Jim nodded. “Oh, sure sure. I’ll take care of that too. Piece of cake.”

    Spock looked away just as Jim caught him rolling his eyes.

    It would be easy as he intended to let Sarek invite whoever he wished. He smiled and began to plan Christmas in July for the crew and as he eyed Bones, he knew just who he’d get to be Santa.