Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Author: ivansfanfiction

  • It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

    Advent Day 22

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    Jim grimaced as the last of the firemen exited his apartment, carrying the remains of his burned Christmas tree. As the last man went through the door, a stray cracked ornament ball crashed to the ground. Spraying glass everywhere.

    The captain of the fire department shook his head.

    “Sorry, kid. Sometimes this happens. Faulty wire on a too dry tree.”

    “That’s what I get for trying to have a real one.”

    “It could have been worse. The damage was confined to the tree.” He paused. “And your oven where you burned your dinner.”

    Jim rolled his eyes. “Not my day that’s for sure. Or my whole month.”

    “Might take a while for the smell to dissipate but you should be fine.” He smiled slightly. “Merry Christmas.”

    “Yeah, thanks, you too.” Jim closed and locked the door after he left. He turned to look at the mess the whole thing made. They’d cleaned up somewhat, but now there was more to clean and the glass from the last broken ornament too. “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year my ass.”

    A short while later while he was in the middle of sweeping up glass, there was a knock at the door. For a moment, Jim just stood there, trying to figure out who would be at his door.

    “Oh Crap.” He stepped over some of the glass and went to the door to open it. “Uh, sorry. I forgot to tell you the date was canceled. I meant to text you.”

    The Vulcan at his door tilted his head and looked perplexed. “I smell smoke.”

    “Er, yeah. That’s why it’s canceled. The date I mean. And hell, the whole damn holiday season. My tree caught fire, the Vulcan dish I was trying to make is now best described as charcoal. It’s all a disaster. I am. Actually. You’d better make your escape now, Spock.”

    Up went Spock’s eyebrow. “Are you finished?”

    “Maybe,” Jim said mulishly.

    Spock nodded. “May I come in?”

    “Why would you want to?”

    “To assist you in cleaning up. And to have our date.”

    “But—”

    “I am already here. I see little reason to depart now.” Spock paused. “Unless you no longer have any desire to pursue things between us.”

    “Believe me, I have all kinds of desires.”

    Spock stepped inside and closed the door.

    “Then one could say you are wasting time arguing with me. Let us clean up the mess and then make plans to substitute the burned food with something else.” Spock paused. “And perhaps you should plan to vacate this apartment for the foreseeable future and stay with me.”

    Jim smiled, feeling suddenly a lot better. Sure his tree was still gone and the food in the trash, but Spock was here.  And wanted Jim to stay with him.

    “It is the most wonderful time,” he whispered.

    “Jim?”

    “Nothing.” Jim grabbed Spock’s hand, leaned in and kissed him.  

  • Blue Christmas

    Advent Day 21

    Jim was just putting the finishing touches on his present for Mommy when his brother came slamming into the house.

    Sam was dressed in a heavy coat and scarf with a knit hat on his head. There was a light dusting of snow on him too.

    “What are you doing?” Sam asked.

    “Working on my Christmas present for Mommy. It’s a necklace with my hand print.”

    His brother stood there silently for a moment or two and then he shook his head. “She’s not coming home for Christmas, Jimmy.”

    “Sure, she is,” Jim said, matter-of-factly. He stuck out his tongue in concentration as he put glue on the bale of the necklace.

    “No.” Sam paused. “She isn’t.”

    Jim looked up at his brother. He had a flicker of a doubt but he quickly dismissed it. “She said she was. She promised.”

    “Well she’s breaking that promise. You might as well learn now that adults break their promises all the time.”

    “Not Mommy.”

    Sam sighed. “She sent a message earlier today. She can’t make it off that rock she’s working on in time to make it. I’m sorry, Jimmy. But she won’t be home from Christmas.”

    Jim stared down at the necklace he clutched in his hands. He felt the tremble in his bottom lip even as Sam turned away and stomped upstairs in his snow boots.

    A minute later, Jim stood up from the table, scooped up all the stuff he had for the necklace and threw it in the trash.

    ****

    Jim smiled faintly as he looked up at the tall blue Christmas tree with white lights. It was in the so-called city square on Yorktown. Jim was dressed casually, having ditched his uniform a short while ago. It was the “evening” on Yorktown complete with atmospheric coolness piped in for the time of year.

    “You seem sad.”

    Jim glanced at Spock, who had just appeared beside him. “I was thinking of blue Christmas.”

    “The tree?”

    “The song actually. But yeah the tree reminded me of it.”

    Spock tilted his head. “And why is it a blue Christmas?”

    “Not today really. It’s just…when I was a kid, pretty young, I was expecting Mom to come home, only she couldn’t make it, her work wouldn’t let her get away. I was absolutely beside myself over it. Threw away the present I was making for her and cried for hours.” He shook his head. “I didn’t understand adult obligations then. I just knew she had disappointed me again. After that, for the longest time, I wanted nothing to do with holidays. It just meant disappointment to me and so I stopped even thinking about them let alone celebrating them.”

    “Understandable,” Spock spoke quietly. “And now?”

    Jim turned to face Spock and smiled, holding out his two fingers as Spock had taught him. Spock met them and, as usual, Jim felt the slightest of zings.

    “Now, I couldn’t be happier, and I say, welcome Christmas. But when we get back to the room? I need to video conference Peter. It’s not nearly enough. But I’m close enough to his location to reach him. Mom wasn’t and it was something I really resented for a long time. I should have cut her some slack.”

    “You were just a disappointed child,” Spock pointed out, falling into step next to him.

    “I know. But I don’t want Peter experiencing any Blue Christmases.” Jim reached for and received Spock’s hand, as they walked back to their room surrounded by twinkling lights.   

  • Christmas Lights Walk With Me

    There is a neighborhood near us (wealthy LOL) who really do it up for Christmas lights. Every house has decorations. Some more than others, but not a single house does not participate. Since J asked, I thought it would be fun to post the pictures I took of the neighbor hood.

    Now you can feel like you went through the neighborhood too! They even play music and have lights across the interlinking streets that connect the whole thing overhead. It’s pretty awesome

    Merry Christmas

  • I Yust Go Nuts at Christmas

    Advent Day 20

    There is a a novelty song with that title that never fails to make me laugh.

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     “Who the hell gets married at Christmas?” Jim demanded as he walked side by side with Bones.

    “Your dumbass brother as you would call him.”

    “Well. Can you blame me? He’s always pulling something like this.”

    Bones eyed him. “Is he really pulling something? I mean maybe he just wanted to marry Aurelan.”

    Jim shrugged. “But why pick that day? Sam’s always making it about him and now he’s even making Christmas about him.”

    They stopped before a building and Jim looked it up and down. Two days before Christmas and his brother’s wedding to Aurelan.

    Just as he was about to go in to view the place, a Vulcan was coming out.  A really cute one. Jim recognized him.

    “Professor Spock.”

    “Cadet Kirk.”

    Knowing this was a wedding venue, Jim frowned. “Uh. Are you, uh, getting, uh, you know.”

    Spock arched a brow. “I do not know.”

    “Married.”

    Jim hoped not. Not that he had a damn thing to say about it, of course, but he had the hots for Spock and Spock never gave him the time of day. He’d hate to think of Spock marrying someone. Other than him of course and now he was getting ahead of himself.

    “I am not. A friend works at the venue.” Spock paused. “And you?”

    “Nah. I’d never be serious enough to get married.”

    Bones made a choking noise and Jim glanced at him to see his friend giving him a strange look.

    Jim cleared his throat. “You know. With, uh, with anyone I’m currently seeing. Not that I’m seeing anyone at present. I’m not. I’m completely up for grabs. Well, not for grabs. But if you want to grab me—”

    “Jim, perhaps we should go inside to meet your brother,” Bones interrupted Jim’s babbling.

    “That’s who’s getting married. My idiot brother.”

    “I see.” Spock nodded. “Good day to you then.”

    “Wait!”

    And when Spock stared down at the hand that had, actually, grabbed Spock’s arm, Jim knew he should let go. Sure.

    “Would you, uh, Christmas Eve. Would you want to have dinner with me? I could make you this zucchini lasagna thing.”

    “You are inviting me over for dinner?”

    Jim nodded, afraid to say too much for Spock didn’t immediately refuse.

    “Very well.”

    “You mean you’re coming?”

    “I believe I said as much. Cadet.”

    And as he moved away, Jim called after him, “Six O’clock.”

    When Jim turned around and saw Bones was shaking his head.

    “What?”

    “You do know Sam’s rehearsal dinner is Christmas Eve, right?”

    “What? Damn. God, he’s just ruining Christmas.”

    “You sound like you’re a character in a holiday special,” Bones said dryly. “You’ll figure it out.”

    “Right. I think they can do that rehearsal without me.”

    “Jim—”

    “I can’t help it. I just go nuts at Christmas.”

    “If only it was just Christmas. Come on, we’re late.”

    “Yeah, yeah.”

  • O Tannenbaum

    Advent Day 19

    “It is illogical for us to be obtaining a Christmas tree when we do not normally celebrate Christmas,” Spock’s father told his wife, Amanda, Spock’s mother, as they arrived at the tree lot to do just that.

    Spock’s father, Sarek, a full Vulcan celebrated nothing. Spock’s mother had been born and raised Jewish but as far as Spock could tell, she likewise celebrated nothing.

    Yet here they were.

    “Susan converted to her husband, Tom’s religion and they do celebrated Christmas,” Mother said as they passed through the open gate.

    Susan was Mother’s sister and Spock’s aunt. They were on Earth at present in San Francisco near the Federation Head Quarters. Aunt Susan and Uncle Tom lived there and at present Spock and his parents were staying with them.

    “I told Susan we would get the tree for them,” Mother continued.

    Spock was aware that his father knew all this and yet Sarek chose to complain anyway, which Spock found most illogical. A part of marriage, his mother would have told him had he asked.

    Spock had decided some time ago he had no intention of ever being married.

    “Spock, why don’t you look around and see if you can find a tree? As soon as you find one you like, come and get us and we’ll take it home.”

    “I can choose the tree?” Spock decided to clarify the point.

    “Yes.” Mother smiled. “There’s a stand over there selling hot cocoa. I’m going to make your father buy me one.”

    Spock nodded. “Very well.”

    Spock walked away from his parents and down the next aisle. He quickly noticed two Human boys on the same aisle. One was about his age, but the other was a few years younger and wore some sort of elaborate Christmas tree costume. On the top of the boy’s head was a star and only his face and feet were uncovered by a giant fabric tree upon which glittery applique ornaments had been glued.

    “You look ridiculous,” the older boy said.

    Spock had to agree.

    But the boy noticeably deflated and his bottom lip trembled.

    “Oh don’t cry,” the older boy snapped. “You had to know how stupid you would look in that dumbass costume when you chose to wear it, Jim. Why Mom agreed to let you wear it when we came to get a tree is beyond me.”

    “Because she made it, Sam. It was for the pageant at school.”

    “I know what it was for. I just don’t know why you had to be such a dork as to wear it tonight.”

    “Because we were coming for a tree and I thought it would be funny.”

    Sam grimaced. “Well, it’s not. It just makes you look stupid. I’m going over to the next aisle so no one sees me with you. Don’t follow me.”

    “Sam—”

    And the older boy left the younger one standing there by himself. For a moment the young boy did nothing, just stared at the ground. His cheeks were so red, Spock feared he might have a fit.

    When Spock took a few steps closer, he noticed a single tear had fallen onto the boy’s cheek. And he realized then that he not only did not agree with the bully “Sam”, he actually hated the other boy.

    The young boy suddenly looked up and Spock saw that he had the bluest eyes Spock had ever seen. And they were…beautiful, even as they glistened with tears.

    “Uh.”

    “I am sorry I overheard that other Human picking on you.”

    “That’s my brother,” he said. “I’m used to it. He doesn’t like me.”

    “He is a fool. My name is Spock.”

    “J-Jim.”

    “Hello, Jim.” Spock held out his hand. “Come with me.”

    Jim frowned though he put his hand in Spock’s. “To where?”

    “I was told that I could choose any tree on the lot,” Spock explained. “I have chosen you.”

    “Me?”

    “You are a tree, are you not?”

    “Well…”

    “Spock? Oh there you are.” Mother came down the aisle toward them. She smiled widely at Jim. “Oh who is this?”

    “His name is Jim and he is the tree I have chosen.”

    Mother actually laughed. “Hello, Jim. Spock, Jim is a boy, not a tree.”

    “But he is dressed as one and you said—”

    “Jim! James Tiberius! Where are you?”

    Jim’s eyes widened and he dropped Spock’s hand. “That’s my mommy.”

    Suddenly a blonde Human woman appeared together with the bully “Sam”. “There you are. Don’t get separated from the family.” She glanced at Spock and his mom. “And you shouldn’t bother other people.”

    “He’s not bothering us,” Mother assured her.

    The woman smiled. “Oh, well, good. But we do have to go. Say goodbye to your friends, Jim.”

    “K. Bye Spock and lady.”

    Spock nearly took hold of an ornament on Jim’s tree to pull him back, but at that moment, Mother put her hand on his shoulder and stopped him. They watched the Humans walk away.

    “Spock? What’s gotten into you? You know you can’t keep another child.”

    Spock nodded. “Yes. But I have not chosen another tree.”

    “I know. It’s all right. Your father has found one. Let’s go.”

    Spock trailed after but he did not forget the Human boy dressed as a tree and in fact he was certain he would meet that boy again some day. He was right.    

  • Last Christmas

    Advent Day 18

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    “Well, Jim, you went and broke your leg but good.”

    Jim grimaced. “You don’t have to tell me. I was the one who came crashing down those stairs.”

    Bones patted his shoulder. “You want the good news or the bad news?”

    “Both.”

    “Your leg can be fixed so you won’t have any long-term issues.”

    Jim nodded. “But?”

    “It’s broken in so many spots that we need a specialist to come in and use the regeneration on it.”

    “You mean you can’t just do it?”

    “Correct. I’m calling in an orthopedic surgeon. He’ll get you fixed up, no problem.”

    Jim smiled. “Good. When does he get here?”

    Bones sighed and squeezed the shoulder his hand still rested on. “That’s part of the bad news. He’s on Rigel 3 at the moment.”

    “Rigel 3?”

    “Yup. Won’t get back to Earth until after the first.”

    Jim frowned, taking that in.  ”Of January?”

    “Exactly. So you got a few weeks to wait. Now, you’ll have a full cast on that leg, so my recommendation is—”

    “No way, forget it,” Jim quickly interrupted. “I am not staying in the hospital until then.”

    “Jim, it’s going to be hard for you to get around with your leg in a cast like that. You live upstairs.”

    “You live on the first floor of your building. I could stay with you.”

    “Maybe but I’m supposed to be going to see Jo.”

    “Okay, so I’ll stay at your place by myself.”

    “Jim—”

    “It’s a broken leg, Bones. I’m not paralyzed.”

    “Still. Maybe I should see if someone can stay with you.”

    Jim shook his head. “There’s no one.”

    “How about—”

    “Don’t even finish that sentence. No. I’ll be fine by myself. You can set me up with food and I’ll stay inside and not bother anyone. Before you know it, you’ll be back and taking me to see the surgeon.”

    “This is against my better judgment, Jim.”

    “Duly noted.”

    ****

    By the time Jim struggled to the door of Bones’ apartment, he was out of breath and sweating. He couldn’t say his leg hurt exactly, but the whole experience was extremely uncomfortable, and if it was just some delivery person he was going to be pissed because whoever it was kept ringing the bell repeatedly.   

    Jim couldn’t deny he was cranky. He just wanted to be done with having his leg fixed and back to his own place and his job back at HQ. It was Christmas Eve and he was alone, heating up left over mac and cheese.

    “What do you want?” Jim demanded as he yanked open the door.

    To his dismay, it was no delivery guy but instead a Vulcan. A stupid, arrogant, asshole one. “What the hell are you doing here?”

    “Jim—”

    He started to close the door but Spock stopped the action.

    “Please. May I come in?”

    Jim was in no condition to fight him, so he moved back far enough to let Spock in.

    Spock closed the door after himself.

    “Look, last Christmas—”

    “That is why I am here.”

    Jim shook his head. “I gave you my heart, but you threw it away. Didn’t want to have anything to do with me and my illogical Human heart.”

    “I was wrong and I have come to tell you—”

    “Save it. This year I’m giving my heart to someone special.”

    Spock, momentarily nonplussed, frowned. “Who?”

    “I don’t know, but definitely not you.”

    “Jim, last year was a mistake. When I learned of your injury…”

    “Did Bones contact you? I told him not to. Look, I don’t want anything to do with you and your too logical Vulcan heart. Get lost.”

    “Please. I…know I deserve your disdain, but this past year has taught me that I cannot live without you. I am in love with you.”

    “That’s too bad because…what?”

    Spock moved closer to him, took Jim’s hand. “I am irrevocably in love with you. I cannot change the mistakes I have made in the past, I can only spend the rest of our lives loving and worshiping you.”

    Jim blinked. “I don’t need to be worshipped.”

    “Loving you only then. And only loving you. From now until the rest of our lives.” Spock paused. “And beyond.”

    “That’s pretty romantic coming from a Vulcan.”

    “You bring it out in me. Please. Give me a chance. And allow me to care for you until your leg is repaired. I will wait upon you hand and foot.”

    Jim bit his lip. “Well.”

    “Whatever you want for your meal for Christmas Eve and Christmas and every day beyond, I will make it happen.”

    “Spock—”

    “Please.” Spock looked down at their entwined hands. “It is not in my nature to beg, but I realize it is required in this situation. If you ask me to leave, I will do so, but I am, in fact, begging you, not to send me away.”

    “Spock, I have only one thing to say.”

    Spock squeezed the hand he held.

    “Kiss me.”

  • It’s a Marshmallow World

    Advent Day 17

     Jim stopped before the sign that read on the door Cookie Competition. He smiled and glanced at the message  he’d received. Yep, this was definitely the place.

    He pushed the door open and entered the building. He could see his mom’s station toward the back, so he headed there.

    “How’s it going, Mom?”

    She clapped. “Jim! You made it. You tell me, how do they look?”

    He surveyed her marshmallow cookie creations. She’d made some into the shape of igloos and then made penguins and polar bears. They were adorable.

    “Fantastic. They look great. Who’s your biggest competition?”

    “See that lady at the end there with the scarf and the Vulcan hovering beside her?”

    Jim looked and his heart stilled. Oh yeah, he was well familiar with that Vulcan.  

    “Jim?”

    “Uh. Yeah. I’m sure yours are better. What’s she making?”

    “Spice cookies but she has it all beautifully decorated with poinsettias and cardinals.”

    Jim bit his lip. “I’ll go swing by.”

    “Okay, but be inconspicuous!” she called after him.

    “Fat chance,” he muttered.

    He saddled up to their display and checked it out while the pair were speaking to someone else.

    Jim had to admit the lady’s work was very elegant and pretty compared to his mom’s cutesy stuff. A moment later, the Vulcan moved to stand beside him, hands linked behind his back.

    “You, uh, were gone when I woke,” Jim said out of the side of his mouth.

    “I had to teach an early morning class. It was no reflection on you and our…activities.”

    Jim’s lips twitched. “That’s good to know as I’d like to have more of those activities.”

    “As would I.”

    “Your mother?”

    “Indeed. And yours?”

    Jim laughed. “Yeah. She’s here for Christmas and decided to enter this competition.”

    “My mother and father are currently here also.”

    “Maybe we should have a get together,” Jim said, turning to Spock. ”Your mom does beautiful work.” He paused. “Just like her son.”

    Spock arched a brow. “I will see you after the competition.”

    “Maybe my mom will win the cutest and your mom the prettiest.”

    “Perhaps. Dinner, Cadet?”

    “Of course, Professor.”

    Jim returned to his mom’s display.

    She eyed him. “You were getting pretty cozy there.”

    “Well, uh, turns out I’m seeing her son, that Vulcan.”

    “Jim! You didn’t tell em you were seeing someone.”

    “It’s…recent.”

    “Well.” She crossed her arms. “I guess it’s okay if she beats me. Sorta.”

    He laughed and kissed her. “Either way, you’re the best in my eyes.”

    She hugged him. “And you for me. I can’t wait to meet your boyfriend.”

    “Now, I didn’t say he was my boyfriend,” Jim protested.

    “Would you like him to be?”

    He smiled. “Yeah, I would.”

    “Then I am sure he will be. It’ll be my Christmas wish.”

    He laughed. “If only you really were Santa Claus.”

    “Who says I’m not?” She winked. “Now, shh, here come the judges.”

  • OpinionS

    I am working on the final Advent Day for the 24th and it is getting QUITE a bit longer than most of my other flashes.

    So, should I continue to just write it even though it’s going to be kind of long for here and set it up to pose here anyway, or should I post it to AO3 and then write something else for this last day of the Advent Calendar?

    Thoughts?

  • Merry Christmas, Darling

    Advent Day 16

    It was stupid, Jim guessed, to be spending the evening of Christmas Eve wishing Spock was there with him.

    Spock didn’t celebrate anything, never had, and Spock’s Human family had been Jewish.

    Hell, even Jim and his family hadn’t been religious in any way. Back when Jim was a boy living at the farmhouse with his dad and Sam, they’d done Christmases. Well and before that, before Jim’s mom had left because she wanted more from life than being George Kirk’s wife and Sam and Jim’s Mom. Mom had been there for a few too. The live tree, the boughs of greenery and holly berries. He’d loved it, though Sam acted like it was lame. Once Jim went to stay with his mother on Tarsus IV, well there were no Christmases there and when he returned there was Starfleet and starships and Jim let his old Christmas memories go.

    But then he’d retired from Starfleet, hell, for the fourth time, Jim figured, he’d go back to it. Living part of the time in San Francisco, Spock preferred it there, and part time in Riverside, where Jim preferred it, he’d had a number of Christmases with trees and wreaths and big meals of way too much food and little token gifts Spock always deemed illogical. Jim told him dozens of times that was the point.

    Last Christmas had been in San Francisco and Spock had been with him. This year, though, Spock was away on Vulcan dealing with some crisis involving Sarek, nothing Jim had to be involved in, Spock assured him, and he was alone at the farmhouse instead.

    He’d debated even bothering with the usual Christmas trappings. But in the end he’d gotten a tree, strung lights and put up the decorations.

    Now it was Christmas Eve and he was standing before the tree by himself. He’d put on a fire and there was a casserole baking in the oven.

    “Merry Christmas, Darling.”

    Jim smiled faintly. There was an old song that came to mind from hundreds of years before.

    “I wish I were with you.”

    He should have gone to Vulcan with Spock. They didn’t do something as illogical as Christmas, of course, but he’d be with Spock.

    With a sigh, Jim turned from the tree to go into the kitchen to check on his casserole. He opened the oven and bent down to take out the casserole and then remembered he had no potholders.

    “Dummy,” he mumbled as he reached for the potholders. “Trying to burn yourself.”

    “That would be unfortunate.”

    Jim dropped the potholders and stumbled back from the oven.

    “Spock?” He rubbed his eyes.

    “Your eyes do not deceive you,” his husband said from the edge of the kitchen. He wore a robe similar to the one he’d worn on Earth when they went back for the whales.

    Jim rushed at him and embraced him, crushing Spock to him. “It’s a Christmas miracle.”

    “Hardly,” Spock said dryly. “There was nothing miraculous about it. I came on a passenger ship and then a shuttle here.”

    Jim laughed and kissed him. “It’s my miracle anyway. I wished for you. How is it you’re here?”

    Spock raised a brow. “As you said, you wished for me.”

    “Right. But really…”

    “I know how much you love this time of year and especially here. So I made the effort. I will be returning to my duties on Vulcan in a few days.”

    “Perhaps I’ll come with you.”

    “Perhaps you will.”

    Jim took his hand. “Come, darling. Merry Christmas.”