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Flash Fic, Valentine’s Day

Jim had just stuck his spoon into dark red colored gelatin when a Vulcan came hurrying in. If he were not Vulcan, Jim would have said he ran. But that was completely undignified.

The Vulcan, Spock, stopped short when he saw all the red and pink carnations and roses surrounding Jim’s hospital bed. The frown was slight but noticeable.

“Hi.” Jim smiled, even though he felt like crap. But seeing Spock put the first smile on his face since he got there. “You didn’t smuggle me in a hamburger, did you?”

“He better not have,” Nurse Ratched screeched. Okay, her name was Palmer but close enough. She glared at what Spock held clutched in his hands. A big heart shaped box of chocolates. “He can’t have those either.” She snatched the box away.

“Hey!”

She shook her head without sympathy. “I’ll hold it for you until you can have it. Hopefully there will be some left but no guarantee.” She eyed Spock again. “You his boy?”

Spock sniffed. “I am a Vulcan.”

“His boy Vulcan then.”

Jim cleared his throat, about to tell Ratched Spock was just a friend, but instead Spock said, “I am.”

Jim blinked.

“Well, then how is it he got in a bar fight that gave him a broken arm, ribs and a concussion?”

“Obviously I was not there.”

“Humph. You get ten minutes and then out for the night. He needs his rest.”

She departed and Spock moved closer.

“You have many admirers.”

“What?’

Spock gestured to the flowers.

“Oh. Yeah. Just. I don’t know. Valentine’s Day.” Jim sighed. “You got me chocolates?’

“Milk chocolate butter toffee.”

“Oh my God. And I’m stuck eating this.”

“If there is none left, I will get more for you.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course. How do you feel?”

“Pretty bad, honestly. Thanks to that stupid fight I’m missing out on a date with you. Uh, I mean, dinner. Dinner. You know, not a date or anything.” He was beet red he was sure.

“It was meant to be a date,” Spock said softly. “What caused the fight?”

“Some assholes shooting their mouths off about my family.” Jim shook his head. “I need to let it just slide off my back.”

“But you have a temper.”

“A little. I’m sorry.”

“I am sorry you are feeling badly. But I assure you when you are released, we will still have out date.”

“We will?”

“Apparently I have not made my intentions clear enough.”

“Clear enough?”

“I am not going anywhere, Jim. And my interest is serious.” Spock paused. “Do you think I buy milk chocolate toffee for anyone?”

Jim laughed softly. “Probably not. I really want to kiss you.”

Spock leaned in and gave him a chaste kiss.

“That’s it?” Jim complained.

“There will be many more when you have recovered.” Spock touched two fingers to Jim’s, then sort of wrapped them around each other. “In the meantime, there is this.”

Jim smiled. “That’s nice.”

“All right. Out now.” Nurse Ratched came back in shooing Spock away. “Come back in the morning. He’ll be released then.”

“Very well.”

Spock headed to the door to exit.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Spock.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jim.”

PS. I think I may go back to regular Flash Fic Fridays

February 14, 2025

Couple More Things

I’m trying (fingers crossed) to get a regular short story up on AO3 for Valentine’s Day (second chances theme) but I haven’t even started it yet so no guarantee!

CookieMom who did the last podfic has done one of No Valentines (I sense a theme on what she’s chosen to do LOL), so check it out here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63008920

And finally a friend from AO3, Arrowinthesky who normally writes McKirk, is writing a Spirk one called Black Rain. She’s given it up for a bit but she’s back at it and posed a new chapter, and I simply love it. If you can show her some love and encouragement to continue it I know she would appreciate it. Black Rain can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51064252/chapters/129015550

Thank you!

February 13, 2025

February 2025 Updates

Just some updates.

I hope to get My Tears Will Wash Me Away updated sometime this week.

In new and unusual experiences, at least for me, someone did a podfic on one of my stories, Irresistible. which happened to be a Valentine’s Day story for last year. It was super cool to be asked. First time! Check it out if you are interested, https://archiveofourown.org/works/62883922

Speaking of Valentine’s Day, there will be a flash up Friday.

And as you will note at the end of that flash, I am thinking of returning to my weekly Flash Fic Fridays. In the beginning I did those and then I started doing more and more and it just became too much for me. But I think I can do Flash Fic Fridays again.

February 11, 2025

Flash Fic, February 06, 2024

This is deliberately vaguish

“Truth or dare.”

Jim smiled at Sulu who had been chosen by the group of bridge officers to ask the questions.

It had been a boring few weeks and to unwind and have something to do, they’d chosen to play games in the rec room off shift. Yesterday they had played scrabble and of course Spock had won.

“Truth.”

“What’s the most unusual place you’ve had sex?”

“First question and we’re down and dirty,” Uhura commented with a snort.

Jim glanced at Spock, who arched a brow at him.

“Like Cincinnati or a closet?”

Chekov laughed.

“You pick since you’re answering the question,” Sulu said.

“A Jeffries Tube.”

“On the Enterprise?” Scotty exclaimed.

“Er,” Jim said evasively and shrugged his shoulders.

Sulu merely shook his head and set the card aside. He picked out another and turned to Spock.

“Truth or dare, Commander.”

“I always choose truth,” Spock replied with enough frost in his tone to chill the room.

Admittedly he had thrown something akin to a Vulcan fit when they’d chosen this particular game. He was not a fan and did not approve.

“Have you ever called out someone else’s name during sex?”

“Geez,” Bones drawled. “Let me guess. Jim picked out these questions.”

“Did not.”

Sulu ignored them. “Commander?”

“I will not answer that.”

“But you chose Truth.”

“I do not care.”

“Spock,” Jim said in a low voice.

“Do you choose Dare then?” Sulu asked.

“Lieutenant,” Chekov addressed Uhura. “You answer for him, since you vould know.”

She shook her head and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Nope. Not going there.”

“That tells me that he did,” Bones chortled.

“Bones.”

His friend stuck his tongue out at Jim, who barely refrained from laughing. But he was captain, he should be above all this.

“I do not choose Truth or Dare as I am not participating,” Spock said even more coldly than before.

“Now, Spock, you agreed to play,” Jim reminded him.

That earned him a death glare. Jim cleared his throat.

“Consequence then,” he told them. “The rules say if they won’t do either, then it’s consequence.”

‘Okay,” Sulu agreed. “Let me think what the consequence is.”

Spock aimed his death glare at the pilot.

“Well, as captain, I think his consequence is that Spock has to bring Sulu his morning coffee for the next three days.”

“That’s it?” Sulu protested.

Jim gave him a quelling captain’s look and Sulu shrunk down in his chair.

“Fine, yeah. That’s your consequence, Commander.” Sulu turned to Uhura. “Truth or Dare?’

“Truth.”

Sulu smirked. “When you were together did Spock ever say someone else’s name during sex?”

“Okay, that’s it,” Jim declared. “Game over.”

“Captain—”

Jim arched both brows at Sulu.

Sulu deflated. “Yes, Captain.”

“Time to break this up and everyone get a goodnight’s sleep. That’s an order.”

Jim decided it was best to put some space between him and his grumpy first officer so he exited the rec room with Bones.

“Well, that sucked,” Bones told him. “That was just getting interesting.”

“What it was was awkward. I don’t want Spock to be uncomfortable and report me for a harassing environment, Bones.”

“Like he would.”

Jim shrugged. “It was not fun for him and so it had to end.”

“Yeah, yeah, you always play favorites.” Bones squeezed Jim’s shoulder. “Goodnight. And good luck.”

Jim laughed. “See you, Bones.”

Just then he spotted Spock coming down the corridor towards his quarters, so Jim quickly turned and accessed his own, entering and closing the door just in time. He leaned against the door and sighed at his escape.

His door chimed.

“Damn. Computer, identify visitor.”

“Commander Spock.”

Jim sighed and pressed the button to let him in.

February 6, 2025

Flash Fic, January 28, 2025

Finally, right?

Spock bristled as they entered the drinking establishment Kirk had insisted they go to after their somewhat disastrous afternoon at a museum Spock invited his captain to attend with him while they were on shore leave.

Kirk had been in a bad mood most of the day and Spock felt drinking would hardly help the situation.

“That was like the worst place ever,” Kirk grumbled as he approached the bar.

Spock was losing patience with his complaints.

“You did not have to attend with me. It was your choice.”

“Believe me, I regret it. Mazebelian Cocktail, please,” Kirk said to the bartender.

“That has three different kinds of hard liquor,” Spock pointed out.

“Trust me, I need it.” His captain downed the drink in three quick gulps. He signaled for another. “I’m never letting you pick where we go again.”

Jaw muscle clenched tight, Spock snapped, “There will be no further invitations from me.”

Kirk looked past Spock to a blonde woman at the end of the bar who was giving him the eye. “Great. So I can avoid being bored to tears.”

He finished his second drink, slammed credits on the bar and headed over to the blonde woman. After a few minutes of conversation, during which she put her hand on his arm, they headed out of the bar and, presumably to Kirk’s hotel room.

“Want anything, pal?” the bartended asked, scooping up the captain’s credits.

“Thank you, no.” Spock turned to leave when he noticed Kirk’s small personal PADD left on the barstool next to where Kirk had sat. Spock picked it up and found that it was open to an email.

I regret to inform you that our investigation has found that your brother, George Samuel Kirk, was shot and killed fifteen years ago on the planet, Altoos.

Spock took the PADD with him and left the bar.

***

In the morning, Spock knocked on his captain’s hotel room door. He only hoped that the blonde woman had already left.

Kirk opened the door dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, looking freshly showered. “Spock. Come in.”

Spock did and was relieved to see that the hotel room seemed empty besides Kirk.

Kirk closed the door and turned back to Spock. “I wanted to say I’m sorry for yesterday. It was not a good day.”

“I also wish to apologize.”

“You? What for?”

Spock held up Kirk’s PADD. “I…may have seen personal information you would not want me to see.”

Kirk smiled slightly and took the PADD. “No, it’s all right. I would have probably told you about it eventually.”

“You were looking for your brother?”

“Yeah. Mom and I wanted to find him. I guess we did.” He sighed.

“I grieve with thee,” Spock said, quietly.

“Thanks.” Kirk blew out a breath. “So, anyway, I know I was being a shit yesterday. You didn’t deserve that.”

“Your…companion has departed?”

“My companion? Oh. No. I mean, that didn’t…I didn’t spend the night with her, Spock. I sent her away. We didn’t hook up.”

“Oh.” Spock thought about it. “I thought when you left together…”

Kirk nodded. “I wanted you to think that. But…no. I know that maybe something between the two of us may never happen, probably won’t really, but I don’t want even the slightest chance to be ruined because I hooked up with some random somebody.”

Spock frowned. “Why?”

“Why?” Kirk laughed at that. “I might as well tell you the truth. I’m totally in love with you and have been for…a long time…I don’t really need to go into how long. I figured you had to know by now. Anyway, I know you don’t feel the same way, but as illogical as it probably is, some part of me is holding out hope that someday—”

Spock pushed him against the wall and started kissing him. Hard.

Kirk tore his mouth away. “Spock, what—”

“You talk too much, Jim.” And he kissed the words away until Kirk had his arms around Spock’s neck and he was practically crawling up Spock’s body.

But then…

“Wait!”

“What for?” Spock demanded.

“We’re meeting the others for breakfast this morning,” Kirk reminded him.

Spock shoved an available hand into his front pocket, which wasn’t easy as he was unwilling to put space between them and removed his communicator.

“Spock?” Uhura responded almost immediately. “Where are you and the captain? We’re waiting.”

“I am afraid some business has come up and we are going to be thirty minutes—”

Kirk shook his head.

“An hour late.”

Kirk smiled his approval and pulled Spock back into the kiss.

“An hour? What are we supposed to do for an hour?”

Spock sighed. “Have a mimosa or a bloody mary. Spock out.”

And then he hiked up Kirk until his legs were wrapped around Spock’s waist and he carried him to the bed.

“Might be ninety minutes,” Kirk murmured.

“Might be lunch.”

January 28, 2025

Flash Fic, January 15, 2025

“God, I’m tired. That mission was a bitch.” Jim yawned as he stepped away from the biobed where Scotty was unconscious. Bones had said he would be okay.

Bones followed him to the doors exiting the medbay.

“You should get some rest. You look like you’ve been kicked one too many times.”

“Nothing serious, though, right?”

Bones nodded. “Nothing broken. Just a few contusions. Surprised Spock didn’t protect you from damage.”

“Nah, Uhura was there, he was more concerned over her. I had security.”

They stepped out into the corridor.

“You and me? Drinks?” Jim suggested.

Bones glanced past him. “Nah, I have patients. And looks like maybe someone’s waiting for you.”

Jim turned around and sure enough standing a few feet away stood Spock, hands clenched behind his back.

“Oh. Hi. Something you wanted, Spock?”

“Indeed. Come with me, Captain.”

Jim went to say something to Bones but his friend had already disappeared back into the medbay.

Jim walked over to Spock. “What’s up?”

“I’m escorting you to your quarters.”

“I should be going to the bridge.”

“Lieutenant Sulu has it under control for now and you require rest.”

He sighed. “Can’t really argue with you. Too tired.”

When they reached his quarters, Jim expected Spock to say goodbye there but to his surprise, Spock entered with him.

“Still something on your mind?” Jim asked, confused. “How’s Uhura?”

“She is fine, she suffered no injuries.”

Jim nodded. “That’s good.” He waited expectantly.

“I am going to make sure you actually get into bed to rest,” Spock explained, patiently.

Jim laughed. “Oh, come on. Why?”

Spock sighed. It was unusual, so yeah, Jim gaped a bit.

“You really are clueless.”

“What?”

“I am not romantically interested in Nyota.”

“Uh. No?”

“I am romantically interested in you.”

Jim stared at him. Spock stared back.

“I would appreciate a response,” Spock finally said.

Jim blinked. “I think I’d better go to bed.”

Spock arched a brow.

To Jim’s embarrassment, Spock helped him undress and put on his pajamas, and then helped him get into bed and pulled up the covers.

When Spock turned to leave, Jim reached for his hand, grabbed and held it.

“Can you stay? I mean, you said Sulu—”

Spock sat on the edge of Jim’s bed and squeezed Jim’s hand. “I will stay.”

January 15, 2025

Flash Fic, January 13, 2025

Time for a January flash. I’m not a fan of the “aliens made them do it” trope, but eh this one came to me.

Jim glanced at his first officer’s profile as they stood next to each other in the turbolift.

The atmosphere in the lift was artic.

“Are we going to talk about it?”

“Talk about what?”

Gritting his teeth, Jim stepped forward, beyond Spock and pulled the lever to stop the lift.

“You know what!”

“Captain—”

“Oh my God. Less than twelve hours ago we were—”

“I would rather not discuss it, sir.”

Jim clamped his mouth shut. He should let it go. Maybe. But he wasn’t going to.

He moved to stand directly in front of Spock. He crossed his arms in front of his chest so he wouldn’t look as vulnerable as he felt.

“Look. None of this was your fault. Or mine. Those bastards on the planet, they were responsible. And as far as I’m concerned after this we don’t have to talk about it again. But I know you probably feel bad about Uhura so…”

“Lieutenant Uhura and I are no longer engaged in a relationship.”

Jim frowned. Did he know that?

“Um. Yeah? How long ago?”

Spock’s expression was frosty. “Two months ago.”

“Oh.” Jim nodded, feeling disoriented. “Still she probably would be, um, bothered.”

“There is no reason she would be.”

“Well, okay. You know her better than me. Anyway, Spock, I just wanted to acknowledge that you might be feeling guilty or something, and you shouldn’t.”

“I was not forced to do anything I did not want to do.”

Jim snorted. “That’s a lie. Aren’t Vulcans supposed to be truthful?”

Spock gave him a look. “I did not speak falsely. I was indeed forced.”

“But—”

“However, it was something I wanted to do,” Spock said. “Not under those circumstances, of course.”

Jim opened his mouth, closed it, opened it. Stared at Spock’s raised eyebrow.

There was only one thing to do now, he decided.

He pushed Spock against the bulkhead and fused their lips together, threading his fingers in Spock’s silky dark hair while he was at it.

Jim was delighted when Spock kissed him back.

The boatswain’s whistle sounded in the turbolift.

“Security to Captain Kirk. The turbolift you’re riding in has been stopped for several minutes, Captain. Do you need assistance? Repeat—”

Jim sighed against Spock’s mouth but when he went to pull away, Spock drew him back, kissing him fiercely.

“Captain Kirk? Sir?”

He rolled his eyes, kissed Spock’s nose and went to the intercom.

“Kirk here.”

“Giotto, Captain. Has your turbolift malfunctioned?”

“No. I mean, yeah, for a second, but it’s okay now. Everything’s fine. Kirk out.” He restarted the lift. Glanced at Spock. “My quarters or yours?”

“We are still on duty.”

“Damn.” Jim grimaced. “Tonight then?”

The turbolift doors opened on a deck and standing outside of it was Sulu and Uhura.

Jim smiled and got out as they got in. Spock didn’t move. “I look forward to it,” Spock said as the doors closed once more.

January 13, 2025

January 09, 2025 Update

I’m personally okay and in an area where, at least at the moment, the winds have calmed a bit (though not gone). The solution these days for the power companies in this state is to shut off power if there are fire threats. I am fortunate in that we have kept our power on. My sister who lives in my city has not been so fortunate. Her power has been off more than 24 hours. She’s been to my house a few times to charge her stuff, get away from her freezing dark house, etc. She is here now. Not sure when her power will be restored.

I am well familiar with a number of the businesses that have burned down off the PCH in Palisades/Malibu. It is heartbreaking. Many people have lost their homes. Historical sites that have existed for over a hundred years…gone. It is hard not to cry.

I am also familiar with the Altadena/Pasadena area where whole neighborhoods are gone. These are not homes on hills, just ordinary neighborhoods found in Any Town, USA. It’s why it’s so absolutely shocking and horrific. 5 people lost their lives trying to save their homes. I just have no words when I see the pictures.

And the fact that evil people try to take advantage and steal from those folks is unconscionable. There is a special place in Hell for them.

My niece lives near the Hurst fire but it seems the fire dept is keeping that one well-contained and away from homes. My nephew lives in Hollywood, but that one also seems to be okay now.

It’s been a traumatizing few days. I likely won’t be writing anything until next week and I know you understand.

January 9, 2025

Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Fan Fiction and Personal Ramblings

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