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Just a bit of random updates and such

Tomorrow will be an introduction to a story that will eventually debut on AO3. I want to get a couple of other works in progress finished before I start posting new things. So Granted should be finished soon as well as My Hear Wants to Sigh. We’ll see about anything else. Anyway, in the meantime, you’ll see a taste of what’s to come tomorrow.

I believe Spring Fever stories debut this coming Thursday, so check them out if you can get a chance. They are posted anonymously. I don’t think the creators will be revealed until later in the month while I am on my trip.

Which a reminder, I will be gone from March 19-23. I will try and get flashes up for some of those days, but I won’t be able to respond to comments until I return.

I think that’s it for now. Thanks!

March 8, 2022

This Past Weekend’s Project

When we bought our condo in 2006 (hard to believe now) one of the sinks in the master bathroom had a chip. Well, both us and the inspector ignored it.

Until well…years later it became rusted and disgusting. The faucet barely trickled water too.

M looked online at a supply store for a sink to match what had been put in originally and lo and behold found one. Bought it last summer. It’s been sitting in the box ever since until we finally decided we needed to get it done. The old sink was literally putting rust dust everywhere.

Some before and after pictures follow:

March 7, 2022

Flash Fic, March 7, 2022

“You know you should be with Spock.”

Jim looked up, annoyed at the interruption from Uhura as he sat in an isolated corner of the mess choking down what passed for his dinner while he attempted to file multiple reports that were due yesterday at least.

“Yeah because I’d definitely rather be doing this,” he snapped.

She wrinkled her nose. “I just mean…today’s the anniversary of his mother’s death.”

“I know. I was there.”

She sighed and sat down. “He’s upset and trying not to show it.”

“I know, Uhura. But this has to be done. Komack is breathing down my neck and I’m so behind on this shit, I’m getting my ass chewed and spit out.”

“I could do them for you,” Uhura offered.

He shook his head. “It’s classified. You aren’t allowed to touch them.”

“Since when do you care about regulations?”

Jim snorted. “I’ve cared for a long time. And so should you. I don’t want you getting into trouble.”

“Okay, but…”

“You could go and spend time with him.”

“Sure, I could. But he’s stopped wanting me around for comfort a long time ago, Jim. He needs you. He wants you.”

Jim pinched the bridge of his nose, eyed his half-finished fried shrimp and fries and grimaced. “Okay. I can spare a few minutes.”

She covered his hand with hers. “I’m sorry you’re feeling so much pressure. You know I would help if I could. We all would.”

“Yeah, I know. They send the Enterprise out for everything these days.”

She smirked. “Our famous command team.”

“It’s creating way too many headaches. I don’t know why they need all of this.” He turned off his PADD and stood.

“You go on to Spock. I’ll clean up here.”

He nodded. “Thanks.”

****

When he got to his quarters, Jim wasn’t surprised to find Spock there and meditating in his alcove.

So Jim sat down at his desk and turned his PADD on, continuing to work. He’d learned long ago not to interrupt Spock when he was meditating.

Since they’d gotten together, though they had separate quarters, Spock spent all his time with Jim. They both slept better together, and they had decided not to bother fighting that.

He worked for an additional hour before he saw movement where Spock had been, so he paused his work, and rose from behind his desk.

“Spock?”

“Jim.”

He approached the alcove and without a word, opened his arms.

Spock hesitated only a second before he stepped into Jim’s embrace. He wrapped his arms around his Vulcan boyfriend and just held him wordlessly.

Finally Spock whispered, “I will help you with your reports.”

“If you want to.”

“I need a distraction and you need help. No better solution.”

Jim drew back and offered a soft smile. “I love you.”

“And you own my heart,” Spock responded. “Thank you. Let us finish your reports.”

Jim took Spock’s hand and led him over to the desk.

Not quite the right situation but decided to use it as it is them hugging

March 7, 2022

Flash Fic, March 04, 2022

A bit sad this one

“You know, you look familiar.”

Jim eyed the sultry lady who had sauntered up to him at the bar as he gulped down the rest of his fourth drink.

“I get that a lot.”

“Hmm. Well, I’m sure you definitely get a lot of attention that’s for sure. A hot, sexy guy like you.” She leaned toward him and he saw her black eyes.

“Betazoid,” he slurred.

“Very good.” She put her hand on his. “You’re very sad. Want to tell me all about it?”

“I don’t—”

“I am afraid he will have to pass.”

She looked past Jim to the Vulcan who suddenly loomed over them. “Who are you?”

“At the moment, his keeper.”

Jim swatted at the hands that grabbed him and slid him off the bench at the bar. “Can get down myself.”

Jim knew the tall Vulcan dressed all in cool black from head to toe was giving the Betazoid lady a death look and really he ought to be offended on her behalf or something but there was something also quite…tantalizing about it.

The Vulcan hooked his hand in Jim’s arm and led Jim away and out of the bar. A short while later, Jim found himself shuffled into a lift.

He sagged against the Vulcan.

“You look like my husband,” he muttered in the Vulcan’s black sweater.

“Likely because I am.”

Jim nodded. “This days sucks, Spock.”

Spock wrapped his arms around Jim and held him close.

“I know, Ashaya. I read the missive.”

“Sam’s dead,” Jim said, feeling the sting of tears as he fisted that black sweater.

“I know,” Spock replied softly. “I am sorry.”

“I just…wanna know why.” He sniffled against Spock. “I know why and how he died. I don’t mean that. I mean…why didn’t he…”

He couldn’t finish. But he knew Spock knew.

“Something was lacking in him, T’hy’la, not in you.”

“You sure?”

“Positive. Come, I will take care of you.”

“Always do.”

“Always will. Always.”

March 4, 2022

Flash Fic, March 02, 2022

A new month has begun. As I said, no particular theme, flashes at whim.

“Fun in the sun!” Bones exclaimed. “Lying on beautiful beaches with fine sand and even finer women.”

Jim smiled faintly at his friend’s excitement for their upcoming spring break from Starfleet Academy. He couldn’t blame Bones for his enthusiasm. The last few weeks had been grueling.

But admittedly, Jim’s own mind was on other things. He glanced past his friend to the table beyond where Spock sat by himself, back to them.

“I think I’m going to ask Spock to come with us.”

Bones stopped mid-sentence as he’d been waxing poetic about all the plans he was making. “Who?”

Jim shrugged. “You know. Uh, Spock.”

“What in the world for?”

“Because, you know, it’s the nice thing to do. And I am sorta, kinda seeing him.”

Bones stared at him. “A one-night stand does not count.”

“It’s only a one-night stand because it only happened once.”

“That’s usually the meaning, yeah,” Bones said dryly.

“What I mean, Bones, is I intend it to be more than the one time.”

“Okay, you’re crazy, but whatever. Can’t you do all that after our fun in the sun?”

Jim sighed. “I could, yeah.”

Bones smiled.

“But I don’t want to. It’ll be okay. He might not even agree.”

“He will. You’ll turn those baby blues and that saucy smile and he’ll be putty in your hands, just like everyone else.”

“You exaggerate.”

Jim rose, squeezed Bones slumped shoulder, and headed over to sit across from the Vulcan he’d recently spent a night of very excellent sex with.

“Hey.”

Spock, all somber in instructor black, glanced up at him from his PADD. “Jim.”

“You busy?”

“I am always busy. What is on your mind?”

“Paradise.”

Spock arched a brow.

“Of the kind we had the other night, yeah, but also…spring break is in a few days.”

“Mmm.”

“You aren’t going to Vulcan, are you?”

“I have no plans to visit soon, no.”

“Well, Bones and I, I told you about him, we’re planning on going to Monterey for the week. There’s a resort right on the beach with amazing views and a bar right there with tropical drinks. You know the Aquarium is within walking distance, too. Wanna come with me?”

“Your friend will not mind?”

“Nah, he’s good with it,” Jim lied, because he wasn’t about to say ‘he’s throwing a fit but he’ll deal.’ Jim smiled. “What do you say?”

“Would we room with him?”

Jim shook his head. “No, we can get our own room. You and me and paradise. You’d like to go, wouldn’t you?”

Spock took a sip of the tea beside him. “I would like to experience the Monterey Bay Aquarium.”

Jim smelled victory.

“And getting time to spend with you would be an added bonus.”

Jim laughed. “I’m so trying not to be offended that you didn’t say that you’d like to experience more time with me and that visiting the aquarium would be the added bonus.”

“I mean no offense.”

“I know you don’t,” Jim said, reaching out his hand toward Spock and being happily surprised when Spock took his hand. “I had an amazing time the other night and I really want some more amazing times. What do you say?”

“I say that I will join you, yes.”

“Awesome.”

Spock’s lips curved ever so slightly. “In fact, I had been considering contacting you to come over to—”

“Yes.”

“I had not finished.”

“I still say yes. What time?”

“As soon as you are done with your day.”

“I’m done now.”

“Excellent.” Spock turned off his PADD and pushed back his chair. “Let’s be on our way.”

March 2, 2022

Flash Fic, February 28, 2022

We’re closing February and love month with OMS

“You’re half Human, haven’t you got any goddamn feelings about that?”

The angry, irritated words spoken by Jim during the recent crisis stuck in Spock’s memory, like an old song playing over and over in your head.

Perhaps it should not bother him. He was a Vulcan after all.

He’d gone through the “trial” standing beside his comrades while they were judged, Jim being demoted back to Captain. Jim had been pleased, so Spock accepted this. Had it upset Jim, Spock would have argued against it.

Spock had spoken to his father before his father left to return to Vulcan and they had parted…well. A definite improvement from the past.

And still the way things had been left between himself and Jim nagged at him.

Jim had left his side to speak with the president of the Federation, but when he was finished, he once more found Spock.

He smiled faintly at him. “I’m starved, but I don’t really feel like going to a restaurant and being on display. The, uh, the apartment is nearby. Wanna go there?”

Spock inclined his head in agreement. He noted that Jim didn’t say “my apartment”, so Spock suspected it was a mutually shared residence from their time together. His memories were returning, albeit more slowly than any of them would have liked.

The air was chilled and they wore only their uniforms, having not prepared with overcoats. He was glad that Jim kept up a brisk pace.

Once inside, Jim ordered the heat on and Spock was grateful for the immediate warmth.

“Tea?” Jim asked.

“Indeed, but I will attend to it.”

Jim followed him into the small but efficient kitchen, and Spock noted the familiarity there. Yes, he’d been there like this with Jim many times.

But he also noticed Jim watching him, a contemplative look in his eyes.

“What is it?” Spock asked. He returned his attention to his task of preparing his tea.

“Is something wrong, Spock?”

“Wrong, Cap…Jim?”

Jim blew out a long breath and leaned on the counter next to where Spock stood.

“Just…I don’t know.”

Spock pursed his lips. “I have been thinking about what you said during the mission. Are you angry with me?”

“Angry?”

Spock turned to him. “You seemed displeased with my reaction to certain events regarding the possible destruction of Earth.”

For a moment Jim’s frown was one of confusion, but then his expression cleared, and he shook his head.

“I’m not angry, Spock. I wasn’t then. Just…frustrated and irritated. Sometimes…I can’t help myself. It wasn’t any reflection on you.”

“Yet you used a colorful metaphor.”

“I did,” Jim admitted. “Ah, and I’m sorry about that. Like I said I was frustrated by the situation.”

“And my lack of reaction to it.”

“True. Sometimes, I forget, Spock, that you don’t react the same as me to what’s going on. I lashed out at that time because of that, but I’m not angry with you at all. I’m-“ He smiled faintly. “I’m grateful for you. And every moment I get to spend with you is special.”

Spock felt warmth blossom in his side, and he was, admittedly, in eminent danger of an illogical display of emotionalism. He looked at the tea before him to get control.

But then Jim touched his arm and that control eluded him.

“Spock,” Jim whispered.

Spock turned and allowed himself to be pulled into Jim’s embrace. Jim’s warm Human arms held him tight, and Spock felt love. Both loving Jim and having that love be returned.

February 28, 2022

Flash Fic, February 25, 2022

Jim had the best idea. Or so he thought.

There was a ship-wide malfunction that was causing all sorts of problems with temperature control. His quarters were steaming hot and he could not lower them. Spock’s was icy cold.

He came up with the brilliant idea of going to Spock and telling him they should share Spock’s bed to keep each other warm.

Okay, yeah it was a blatant way of getting into bed with the Vulcan, but Jim had been hinting for weeks that they should act on their mutual attraction, assuming Jim was accurate in that assessment, and either Spock was being deliberately obtuse or Jim was being way too subtle.

This malfunction had been fortuitous.

“Hey Spock, I have an idea.”

“What is that, Captain?”

And Spock looked absolutely adorable. He had wrapped himself in several layers to ward off the cold in his quarters. He even wore a knit cap to cover his ears.

Jim smiled faintly and pointed to it. “Where’d you get that?”

“Nyota presented it to me. I believe she made it herself.”

“Cute.”

“You were saying, Captain?”

“Right. Since your quarters are so cold and mine are so blasted hot—”

“You are suggesting we exchange quarters until the situation is repaired?”

Jim closed his mouth.

Spock nodded. “That is a brilliant suggestion. The heat will not bother me at all. In fact, I will relish it. And since you are often too warm, you will be reasonably comfortable here. I must say, Captain, that is the perfect solution.”

“Uh, glad you like it.” Jim deflated. Well, hell. That was stupid. He should have guessed Spock would think he meant that. Honestly, maybe he should have meant that.

And as he watched, Spock prepared to gather his belongings to temporarily switch quarters with Jim.

In his head he could hear Finnegan’s voice, “Yeah, Jimmy, you’re an idiot.”

Yes, he was.

As soon as they’d made the exchange, Jim felt even worse. Sure, he was usually a lot warmer than Spock, but Spock’s quarters still felt like he’d be bedding down in an igloo.

He couldn’t stand it.

“Ah, Bones, how would you like a roomie?”

****

“You spent the night in Doctor McCoy’s quarters.”

Jim winced at the blatant hostile tone of Spock’s voice. He’d almost call it some sort of weird accusation if it hadn‘t been his first officer.

“Er, yeah. How did you know?”

“I went into my quarters for something I forgot and you were not there, so I asked the computer to locate you.”

Jim definitely heard some kind of attitude there. He stabbed at his pancakes as he contemplated his response to the almost angry Vulcan sitting across from him.

He shrugged. “It was cold in there and the blankets weren’t doing it.”

“Then why did you not advise me you wished to switch back?”

“I wouldn’t. You were happy to be warm. It was no big deal. Bones’ quarters are normal temp.”

“Did you share a bed?”

Jim laughed. “No. Geez. What exactly are you asking, Spock?”

Spock blushed. “I do not understand why you made the suggestion to change rooms if you would be uncomfortable.”

Jim sighed. “I didn’t.”

“What?”

“I wasn’t suggesting that. You just…assumed, so I let you think that.”

“Then what were you suggesting?”

“That I stay with you in your bed so we could huddle for warmth and uh you know, be together.” Now Jim was blushing.

Spock frowned. “Why didn’t you just say that?”

“I don’t know. You seemed eager to change quarters. I felt kind of foolish. Like I have for weeks,” Jim admitted. “I’ve been…” He licked his lips. “I’ve been trying to get you to notice me for weeks and take this-this whatever to the next level and well, I’m guessing you aren’t interested. And that’s totally okay, Spock.”

And he tried to make it okay, but honestly it would hurt, it did hurt, and he knew it. This was why he didn’t do love.

Yes, he was in love with Spock. Not just lust.

“Jim, you are not a subtle person.”

“Well, okay, but—”

“Why did you not speak plainly in your attempts to get me to notice you?”

“I guess I was trying to woo you?”

Spock arched a brow. “Consider me wooed.”

Jim closed his mouth, thought about it, and then asked, “What does that mean?”

“You will be sharing a bed with me tonight.”

“Oh.” Jim grinned. “Oh.”

Spock smiled slightly and shook his head. “It is time for shift.”

And side by side, they made their way to the bridge.

February 25, 2022

So I Am Considering

Writing a sequel to Didn’t We Almost Have It All called Loving You Makes Life Worth Living (another line from the song).

Now, why am I considering this? I don’t know except it’s hard for me to let those characters in that story totally go. I’ll be honest, my experience with direct sequels on AO3 don’t do that great. I mean I am writing Best Friends 2 and I have absolutely done it before as well but the reaction is never as good as the first story and I don’t expect that to be any different in this case.

Obviously, I wouldn’t even start to post it or even write it until a few other things need to happen (finish Fever stuff, end a couple of other WIPs) but I am thinking of having it start in the summer. So anyway, that’s what I am thinking.

February 23, 2022

Flash Fic, February 23, 2022

Jim looked at the sky above, noticing the increase of clouds coming in. With a frown, he noted the decline in temperature as well.

A storm was on its way and though it was a bit cliched, Jim could, in fact, feel it in his bones. Years of misuse had given him arthritis in just about every joint.

Spock still wasn’t back from his trip to San Francisco. He was expected back that evening, but with the volatile weather, Jim guessed it was possible his shuttle flight would be delayed until morning. At least. Since Jim didn’t know how long this storm that was coming would last.

He finished loading the wheelbarrow with firewood and brought it to the back door of their house. It took a few trips to get it all inside but Jim wanted to prepared to have plenty of wood for fires if Spock made it home in time. His Vulcan got cold easily and not appreciate the probable snowstorm.

He had plans for a vegetable minestrone soup for dinner too.

Jim checked his messages but there was nothing from Spock to indicate he wasn’t coming, so he decided that was a good sign. He got to work building a fire and putting the soup on.

He decided he’d lost track of time, because before he knew it, he heard the sound of a hover car just outside the house. He went to the window, and sure enough, Spock was getting out of a hover taxi, bags in hand.

Warmth blossomed in Jim’s chest as he went to the front door to greet his husband. He opened the door and drew Spock into his arms.

“You made it before the storm hit.”

“I left early for that very reason.”

Jim thoroughly kissed him. “That explains why I thought I’d lost track of the time. God, I’m thrilled you’re here. I have the fire going and soup is on.”

Spock’s lips curved as he pulled Jim in for another kiss. “I am glad to be home.”

February 23, 2022

Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Fan Fiction and Personal Ramblings

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