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Flash Fic, February 07, 2022

“So much for the Valentine’s Day party,” Jim mumbled.

Spock was certain he could not have heard his captain correctly. After all they were stranded in cave in a snowstorm on a formerly hostile planet waiting for a rescue they both knew would take some time.

And that was not by far the worst of it.

“You are injured and need medical attention and we are in a cave trying not to freeze to death and your main concern is a ridiculous frivolous inappropriate festivity on the Enterprise that you will now be unable to attend,” Spock snapped.

Jim, face almost as white as the snow falling outside the cave, grimaced. “Well, when you put it that way…”

Spock relented slightly as he had no desire to be waspish to his captain. He clamped his lips shut for a moment as he continued to set up their shelter.

Concern for Jim’s injury was making him—as Jim would say—cranky. Spock got the fire going and then turned to the emergency blankets. He wrapped one completely around his captain, who now eyed him silently.

Once Spock was certain Jim was as comfortable as possible, he set the emergency beacon near the cave entrance so the Enterprise would get their signal when they were able to return after the storm.

He then approached Jim to check on his injured leg.

“You should join me in these blankets next to the fire, Spock.”

He intended to as soon as he ascertained Jim’s state. He crouched down to look at the blaster burn below Jim’s left knee. The material of his pants had been burned away, the flesh was a sickly charred mess and there was caked blood visible.

Jim’s pained gaze met his. “Looks gross huh?”

Spock pursed his lips. “I have seen worse,” he tried to say lightly and failed. “I would feel better if the doctor were here.”

“You want Bones to be along? Boy, I must be in bad shape.”

“I will give you some pain medication, Captain.”

Jim nodded. “All right. Then come in here with me.”

Spock injected Jim with the medication from the medkit in their emergency pack, and then watched Jim’s face to see the relief appearing there.

“Better?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Spock then, having seen to everything he needed on behalf of himself and his captain, joined Jim by the fire in the emergency blankets.

For a moment, Jim stayed stiff and straight beside him, but after a time, he slowly leaned into Spock, his strength waning.

“Why are you so disappointed not to attend the Valentine’s party?”

“I’m not that disappointed, really. Just…” He blew out a breath. “I intended to make a big grand gesture there to my Valentine.”

“I see.” Spock put his arm around Jim’s shoulders to draw him closer against him for shared warmth. “I do not believe your Valentine needs grand gestures.”

Jim sagged further against him. “Are you mad at me?”

“Of course I am not. I apologize for snapping at you earlier. I am…concerned.”

“I know, but we’ll be rescued eventually.”

“Yes,” Spock agreed. “But it disturbs me when you are in pain.”

“It’s not that bad,” Jim whispered.

“I can see that it is, T’hy’la.” Spock closed his eyes for a moment. “What grand gesture?”

Jim chuckled softly. “I was going to propose.”

Spock nodded. “Very well. I accept.”

“Yeah? You do?”

“Of course, Jim. I would bond with and marry you. I do not need a frivolous party for such a thing.”

He felt Jim’s smile. Not physically, but in his mind, and Spock blew out a breath of his own.

“I think bonding will be quite easy.”

“Yeah?”

Spock took his hand and held it. “I am certain of it.”

February 7, 2022

Flash Fic, February 04, 2022

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“Who are you going to buy a Valentine’s Day Card for?”

The card slips from Jim’s hand and onto the floor as he jumps at the unexpected voice coming from behind him. He bends down and scoops it up from the floor of the shop before someone steps on it to ruin it. He abruptly puts it back in the slot of the shelf.

“Geez, Spock. Don’t sneak up on people.”

Spock arches a questioning brow at him. They are in a gift shop on the main thoroughfare in the heart of Yorktown. A couple of days from going out on the newly repaired and upgraded Enterprise.

“We are in the shop together, Captain. How could I have snuck up on you?”

“Well.” He shrugs. “You gonna get a card for Uhura?”

Spock looks like is considering it and he steps past Jim to the display. After a moment he holds up one that says something about his loving friend.

”That’s for her?” Jim asks. He is surprised, yes. Rumors were swirling that despite Spock helping to rescue her, they were not reconciling. Jim didn’t know because she had seemed like she’d wanted to at Jim’s party.

“Yes.” Spock picks up the card Jim had been studying which showed a big flashy glittery red heart. He opens it to read it. His gaze goes to Jim, but it is unreadable. “If Only You’d Be Mine?”

Jim smiles. “Thought you’d never ask,” he jokes.

Spock puts the card back and chooses another one. It has a small red heart and hands that seem to be holding it. He hands the card to Jim.

Who reads out loud, “Logically, you should be mine.”

Jim laughs. “That’s cute, I like that one.”

Spock nods and puts it with the card for Nyota. “Then I shall get this one for you.”

He walks away and Jim stares after him, eyes wide, and jaw dropped open.

“Catching flies?” Bones cracks as he approaches.

“No,” Jim whispers. “A Vulcan.”

February 4, 2022

Flash Fic, February 02, 2022

“What is a guy like you doing in a place like this?”

Spock’s lips quirked as he looked up from his PADD into the sparkling blue eyes of the too good-looking Human who stood beside his table.

“The duty roster, actually.” Spock gestured to the seat across from him. “Why don’t you join me?”

“If you insist.”

The Human plopped down with an overly dramatic sigh. He picked up the fork Spock had discarded and poked at Spock’s half-eaten fruit bowl.

“Not sure that’s actually real fruit.”

“Doubtful,” Spock acknowledged. “Bored, Captain?”

Jim grinned. “Beyond belief. I’ve been looking for you.”

“And so you have found me.”

“How much longer?”

Spock arched a brow. “What do you have in mind?”

“A little horizontal something something.”

At that he shook his head. Not in an answer to the suggestion but rather to Jim’s word choice.

“Ah come on.”

“You need to eat.”

“Okay, well, then we can have a romantic dinner first. Or, you know, as is my preference, after.”

“The duty roster—”

“I’ll do it while we eat. Or you can. Or together, whatever. Come on, Spock, this is the first time we’ve had time to breathe in a long time. We should spend it together in our quarters, basking in our love.”

Both eyebrows shot up at that.

Jim laughed. “I read that on a love card.”

“A love card?”

“Yeah you know romance, Valentine’s.”

“It is Groundhog’s Day,” Spock pointed out.

“Right, but V day is coming. You’re stalling. Let’s go have a little romance.”

Spock shut down his PADD and rose, reaching down to pull Jim up from his seat, too.

After all it was only logical to romance one’s husband, Spock supposed.

As they walked along the corridor, close enough to touch, there were some crew members who would swear their fingers were touching.

February 2, 2022

Flash Fic, January 31, 2022

And so Love month begins with an obvious AU

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“That shy librarian is here.”

Spock looked up from his notes so fast and rather violently he nearly knocked over his tea. As it was a few drops landed on his notes. He fought back aiming a glare at his mother for stirring in him a reaction best left dormant.

But his mother smiled, unfazed by his hard stare. “He’s absolutely adorable, Spock. You should ask him out.”

“He is Human.”

‘You are half yourself,” she reminded him with an elegant raised eyebrow. “And really, poor boy, hardly anyone talks to him.”

That much was true. Why the beautiful blond haired blue eyed Human was working as a librarian in the Federation Literature Building on Vulcan, Spock couldn’t guess. The man was shy and wore glasses that just made him more, as his mother said, “adorable”.

Once or twice, Spock had seen the librarian walking home from the library to a stark, plain apartment building Spock knew had furnished apartments for outsiders to rent while on Vulcan.

He and his mother were currently having tea just on the other side of that building.

The truth was, his mother was also quite correct that Spock wanted to ask him out.

“Go on,” she urged. “He’s just over there at that table by himself. Ask him out and then have him join us.”

Spock almost said no, but what was that old Earth saying about cutting off his nose to spite his face?”

“It’s almost Valentine’s Day, you know.”

Spock blinked at her. “So?”

“The perfect time to find new love.”

He sighed and pushed back. “It is a date, Mother. Let us not get ahead of ourselves.”

But she grinned, her dark eyes, which he’d inherited, twinkling.

The shy librarian’s eyes widened behind the thick glasses as Spock sat at the chair across from him.

“My name is Spock.”

“Uh.”

“May I have your name?”

“Jim Kirk.”

“Hello, Jim. I would like for you to join my mother and me for tea over there if you are willing,” then Spock paused, “Also, are you free for dinner?”

“To-Tonight?”

“Indeed.”

“With you and your mother?”

“No. With me.”

Jim’s mouth hung open for a moment, and then his tongue came out to trace his lips.

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “I am.”

Spock nodded. “Join us?”

Jim looked. “I’ve seen you two before. Your mother is Human?”

“Indeed. Apparently, fondness for Humans is a family trait in my family.” Spock rose and gestured for Jim to do so too. “Shall I carry your teapot for you?”

He was rewarded with a bright smile.

As he carried the teapot over to the table where his mother waited, Jim brought his cup.

“Hi,” Jim said to Spock’s mother. “I’m Jim.”

“I’m Amanda. It’s a pleasure, Jim.”

January 31, 2022

More Ramblings

The party was nice. It was mostly nice seeing my niece and nephew-in-law’s new home. Here’s the cake. As you can see the theme was Toy Story.

Anyway, I’ll be monitoring myself the next few days for any kind of exposure after the party. You never know these days.

In other news, I am participating in this:

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/KS_SpringFever2022/profile

I posted one prompt and claimed 3 that I will write. Can’t tell you which ones at this point. But stay tuned. I believe they are due in March and will be revealed at that point too. I even posted my prompt anonymously so don’t look for my name under the prompts. I will remind you all closer to the time so you read the stuff.

tomorrow begins my Love theme for February. My intention is to do MWF again all month.

See you then!

January 30, 2022

Flash Fic, January 28, 2022

This last January Flash is a bit of a segway to get back to AOS. A bit of a cheat. And yes I know that technically Monday is still January, but I am going to treat it like February for theme purposes.

February’s theme? Love, of course.

Jim approached the old Vulcan who had claimed to be Spock rather cautiously. He wasn’t afraid per se, but he’d found most Vulcans didn’t like him. All right, most Vulcans named Spock and Sarek, anyway.

This one was different though.

Old Spock was sitting by himself in the shuttle bay on a little bench in the corner. Jim couldn’t imagine why he was by himself, but he was.

“Hey there. Can I sit?”

Spock seemed surprised he would ask. “Of course, Jim. What are you doing here?”

“Rumor has it you’re leaving Earth.”

“Yes. I’m going to help establish a colony for New Vulcan.”

At the reminder of all that had been lost, for this Vulcan and his younger version especially, Jim winced, his heart hurting.

“I’m sorry Vulcan couldn’t be saved.”

“Nero was quite determined. You should be celebrating.”

“Celebrating?”

Spock gave a slight shrug. “I watched the ceremony where you were made Captain of the Enterprise.”

Jim grinned. “A little nuts, wouldn’t you say? I never even finished the Academy.”

“It is your destiny, Jim. Whenever it was to happen.”

Jim didn’t know about destinies. “Do you have to leave so soon?”

“It is for the best to begin the process as soon as possible.”

“You’re unable to return to your time?”

“It would seem so.”

“Listen.” Jim stopped and licked his lips. “Can I-can I ask you something?”

“You can ask, whether I will reply, we shall see.”

Jim couldn’t help but smile at that. “Your relationship with your Jim Kirk. What was it?”

Spock arched a brow. “Why do you ask?”

“When we melded…or I should say, when you melded with me, I got all the stuff about Nero and Romulus, but I got some things, maybe, you didn’t intend and so I’m curious.”

Spock looked straight ahead but he nodded. “We were T’hy’la.”

“T’hy’la. That’s Vulcan, right?”

“Yes. It means friend, brother.”

“What I saw didn’t seem very brotherly.”

Spock’s lips curved. “Lover. It has many meanings.”

“Apparently.” He let out a long breath. “How long…”

“Were we bondmates?”

“Bondmates?”

“Mm. Not long enough.”

“I’m even more sorry now then. You’ve had some shit luck, Spock.”

“And I have had a great life. I regret little. Regrets are illogical of course, though I cannot help but regret my part in Nero’s destruction of Vulcan.”

“That wasn’t you, Spock, that was—”

He put his hand on Jim’s leg. “My relationship with your counterpart brought me great joy.”

“Joy?”

“Does that surprise you?”

Jim thought about it and his limited knowledge of this Spock, then he shook his head. “No.”

“One day you and Spock—”

Jim laughed. Probably rude but still. “Nah, no way.”

“Why do you say that?”

“He hates me. I told you that. He wasn’t at the assembly when I was promoted. He’s with Uhura, who has a stick so far up her ass…” Jim shook his head. “Besides, rumor has it that he’s resigning from Starfleet.”

“For what purpose?”

Jim shrugged. “Same purpose as you, I imagine.”

“Don’t give up hope as far as Spock is concerned, Jim. It is your destiny to form a lasting friendship.”

“Maybe, maybe not. But definitely not that T’hy’la thing.”

“You will have to wait and see. I can be quite stubborn and it took me a long time to admit how much Jim meant to me.”

Jim wanted to say fat chance as far as the younger Spock, but he just smiled as Spock stood.

“I must prepare now for departure, Jim.”

Spock started to raise his hand in the ta’al, but Jim wasn’t having any of that.

“Nope. Bear hug time.”

He pulled the old Vulcan into a tight embrace.

“Live long and prosper, Jim.”

“Yep.” Jim pulled away and grinned. “Peace be with you.”

Spock, to his surprise, chuckled. There was a warmth there Jim hadn’t experienced before, maybe with anyone. It made him wish Spock’s predictions would come true. Jim turned after Spock walked away and left the shuttle bay. Spock was right. He had some celebrating to do.

January 28, 2022

Just Stuff

So I managed to not get Covid from my trip a while back to Pechanga so that’s a plus. But this weekend is my great niece’s 4th birthday party. My niece and her husband just moved back to So Cal from Nor Cal and they bought a very nice house in a place called Rancho Cucamonga. Anyway, it’s only family being invited but that thing is everywhere isn’t it?

M’s sister lives in ND and her husband just got diagnosed with it (not to be confused with M’s half sister who also lives in ND whose husband died of Covid in November). He’s miserable but mostly okay with his biggest complaint being his back pain from it. She has tested negative so far.

This is their cat, Mr. Kitty

Don’t be fooled by that cute face. He’s a serial killer of mice and rabbits.

Speaking of cats, here is ours, in her pampered pink blanket she loves

Tomorrow is the last flash for January (I know Monday is January but I explain that in tomorrow’s flash post).

Otherwise, we keep plugging along here. I don’t remember if I mentioned M being laid off last February (got a new job in June) but the old job asked M back you can believe it. It’s more money than the current job, but I have concerns and hope that taking that old job again is the right decision. But M wanted to.

I’m still working from home indefinitely which is the way I like it these days. Have an overnight trip planned in mid-Feb, and then a longer one in March and then relatives come for a visit in April over Easter. So much is going on!

In other exciting news, I may be going to the Star Trek convention this year in Vegas in August. It’s a long way off and anything can change including a certain Spock actor COULD cancel, but right now Quinto is scheduled to be there for the first time ever. Trying not to be too excited because as I said a lot can change in the many months until then.

My updates of current WIPS are going swimmingly and I know you’ve been enjoying them so I appreciate the support.

Until tomorrow!

January 27, 2022

Flash Fic, January 26, 2022

“Have you ever been in love before, Spock?”

Spock was surprised by the question and he lifted his gaze from concentrating on the chess game before them.

He had been somewhat surprised by the invitation, too. Jim had assured him that they used to play chess all the time back on the Enterprise. Prior to Spocks’ demise.

Jim smiled faintly and he wasn’t actually looking at Spock.

They were on Vulcan, after the events as had been explained to Spock where Spock was revived after being found on Genesis, and his Katra returned to him. There was still many things Spock could not recall.

“I mean really in love. Not just…infatuation.”

“I am uncertain,” Spock replied, noncommittedly. Because he was unsure where this conversation was going, what Jim’s point was.

“There were times I was sure it was love,” Jim said musingly. “Do you remember Edith Keeler?”

He started to shake his head, but then stopped, as he thought about it. “Yes, I believe that I do recall her.”

At that Jim’s gaze rose. There was a twinkle in those hazel eyes but also sorrow. An interesting enigma.

“In the time I knew her I had convinced myself I was in love with her.”

“Were you not?”

Jim shook his head. “Not as I know it now. She was a remarkable woman, but I now recognize my feelings as infatuation. And Miramanee.”

“What about her?”

“Perhaps my feelings for her were more like love, I don’t know.”

Spock only had a very faint recollection of her, so he did not pursue it, he shrugged and moved his piece.

“I guess my point here, Spock, is…I thought I knew what love was or was supposed to be, anyway, but none of what I felt for any of those women compared or compares to what I feel for you.” Jim shook his head. “To lose you. And then lose my son—”

“I am sorry.”

“That was not you. Then to find you almost barely alive again where you were discarded by the Klingons. I thought-I thought everything was for nothing.”

Spock realized Jim’s eyes were filled with unshed tears.

“Love is willing to give up everything for that other person. Your life, even. To give up everything so that they can live, so that they can find happiness, even if all you can spend with them is ten minutes, it is worth it.”

“Jim—”

Jim shook his head and wiped at his eyes. “I just thought. I thought you should know.”

Spock said nothing as the room fell silent and Jim, eventually, moved his chess piece.

Then Spock said, “Yes, Jim. I have been in love.” His gaze met Jim’s. “I still am.”

Jim smiled.

“And, Jim, checkmate.”

January 26, 2022

January Trees

I find January to be one of my least favorite months, if not the least. The holidays are over, the decorations are down, there’s nothing really to look forward to, often the weather is crap, it still gets dark a little too early, etc.

But today I took a walk around my area at a break and took a picture of what our January trees look like. These are not ever greens obviously, I didn’t take pictures of those trees who maintain their leaves year round. But these naked trees are also part of what I don’t like about January. As you will see though you can’t beat that blue sky.