Not sure what June will bring for flashes. I am thinking not every day and not necessarily every MWF. Just when the mood strikes. There will definitely be some. No dout.
I finished One More Night on Friday and my next plan is to finish Cosmic Love. I won’t be posting any more of it here, I intend to finish it on AO3. Sorry about that, but the ongoing flashes that make one story isn’t working for me right now. I want to return to flashes of the nature where it’s one and done, at least for a little while.
Once Cosmic Love is finished, I’ll return, hopefully, to updating my WIPS on AO3. To be honest I’ve lost the mojo a bit for I Dream of Jim and I might decide to delete it and give it up. I haven’t decided for sure but that’s my thought right now. I know that might be disappointing but I feel it’s just not working for me. We will see.
A certain someone has requested a song fic and my plan is to get that going in June too. Shouldn’t very long.
The family, those of us who matter ha ha, are taking a trip to remember my mother, after the service later in June. I’ll be gone for a few days in the middle of the month.
I still plan on posting flashes for Christmas in July, never fear, for those who eagerly look forward to those.
Jim + Spock
Jim + Spock
Jim + Spock
Jim + Spock
Jim + Spock
Jim + Spock
“Oh. My. God.”
Jim Kirk looked up from the pad of paper he’d been scribbling on to the wide-eyed incredulous stare of Leonard “Bones” McCoy .
“What?”
“I thought you were actually taking notes during that lecture only to find out you’re writing that crap instead.”
Jim snorted. “Notes? You have to be kidding.”
“I don’t know, Jim. I thought maybe we came here to attend this conference to learn something. Silly me. You’re acting like a lovestruck school—”
“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.” He leaned back in his chair. “It’s not that I don’t want to learn, Bones, but on this particular subject—”
“Hush.”
Just then the lecturer approached their table. The man, Abraham Waller, hurried over to Jim.
“Captain Kirk! What a pleasure.”
“Hello, Abraham. It’s great to see you. And please, it’s Jim.”
“Jim.” He glanced at Bones. “You must be Doctor McCoy. I’ve heard so much about you.”
Bones, looking unusually uncertain for him, shook Abraham’s hand. “Yes, I am. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Great lecture and subject.”
“Thank you, but of course Jim’s responsible for the course material and all that I spoke of.”
Bones stared at Jim, mouth hanging open. He closed it. “Of course.”
“Jim, if you’re available this evening, my wife and I would love to meet you for dinner.”
“That would be great. Contact me later with the information and we’ll set something up.” Jim smiled.
“I will. Nice to meet you again, Doctor.”
Bones gave him a look. “You could have told me, you know.”
Jim shrugged. “And missed that shocked look on your face?”
“What could you have told the doctor?”
“Oh, hey, Spock.”
“Jim here pretty much wrote our last lecture.”
Spock nodded. “I am aware.”
“Wait, you told Spock but—”
“Bones.”
Spock glanced down at Jim’s pad. “Jim + Spock? What does that mean, Captain?”
“It means that your captain is a school—”
Jim laughed. “Actually, Abraham Waller wants to have dinner, how about you be my plus one?”
“Very well, I accept.”
Bones grimaced. “Just like that?”
“Just like what, Doctor?”
Bones sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Jim just asked you out on a date, your first date, and you agreed without so much as a by your leave.”
Spock stared at him. “As a matter of fact I have gone on several dates with the captain.”
“Dates?” Bones asked, incredulous.
“Correct.”
“Dates like to dinner.”
“We often dine in the mess together.”
Bones chuckled. “That doesn’t count. That’s a group thing. Movies, romantic dinners, long walks, that kind of thing. That’s a date, Spock. Not chess or eating in the mess.”
Spock seemed to consider this. “I see. That is the only definition of dates with regard to the captain?”
Jim smirked as Bones seemed quite satisfied with the entire thing.
“Well, was there something else you consider a date, Spock?” Bones asked, grinning.
Spock shrugged. “So, the numerous occasions we engaged in sexual intercourse do not, in fact, count?”
Bones choked. “What?”
Jim rose. “You should have minded your own business, Bones. Come on, Spock. Let’s get ready for our first date according to Bones.”
Even before he spoke, Jim knew who had found him outside on a raised deck that overlooked the sea and the Golden Gate Bridge. Jim supposed it could have been Bones, but no. Bones seemed to know instinctively when it was best to leave his friend alone.
Whereas…
“Hi, Spock.”
“You have left your own celebration.”
It sounded vaguely accusatory though Jim doubted Spock meant it that way.
“Needed some air.” Jim smiled faintly. “It’s a beautiful night and you can see a lot of stars.”
Spock watched Jim instead of the stars. Or at least Jim felt Spock’s gaze on his face.
“You are unhappy with the outcome.”
“Well.” Jim shrugged.
“Most Starfleet officers would be eager for promotion.”
“I’m not most. You know that by now.”
Spock didn’t say anything to that, but he did move his gaze to the stars. “It coincides with your birthday.”
“Yep and that’s another punch in the gut,” Jim said with a laugh.
“I recall another birthday I was there for the celebration.”
Jim nodded. “Back on Yorktown. Yeah. A lot has changed since then.”
Spock and Uhura were no longer together. Chekov had died. Jaylah was the Enterprise’s navigator now, and her captain…well, it wasn’t Jim anymore. Not now.
Everything had changed and nothing had changed.
“See that star? The really bright one?”
“Indeed.”
“I was thinking of making a wish.”
“A wish, Admiral?”
Jim winced at that. “Don’t call me that, Spock. It’s Jim.”
“Very well, Jim.”
“There’s an ancient Earth song.” Jim sang, “When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are, anything your heart desires, will come to you.”
“You have an unexpectedly pleasant voice.”
Jim laughed. “Okay, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Do you wish often on stars, Jim?”
“I haven’t in years. But I once did.”
“What did you wish for?”
Jim sighed and stayed quiet for a moment. He didn’t really know how it had happened but somehow the two of them had positioned themselves as they spoke so that they stood almost impossibly close. He ought to move, he guessed, but he didn’t.
“When I was a small boy, I wished that my dad would be alive. After that, when I was a bit older, I wished my mom would come home. Then I wished Frank would disappear. I wished I wasn’t hun…a bunch of things. But I stopped when I was a teenager because nothing I ever wished for came true. It’s been years since I even bothered.”
He felt Spock’s gaze again, unwavering.
“Why now then?”
“Desperation?” He laughed, but it was self-mocking. “Wanting something so much and knowing you’ll never ever have it no matter what the song says.”
“And what are you wishing for tonight, Jim?”
Jim met Spock’s unreadable gaze. “I don’t think I’m supposed to tell you.”
“Why not?”
The corner of Jim’s mouth tugged upward against his will. “Wishing etiquette?”
Spock arched a brow. “If your wishes do not come true what harm is there in telling me?”
“What harm indeed.”
“Jim?”
He sighed then, put his hand on Spock’s jaw and saw the widening of Spock’s dark eyes. The recognition there.
“Anyone ever tell you that you ask too many questions, Spock?”
Jim kissed him. There was a moment where he felt Spock’s surprise through the touch of their lips. And just when Jim wondered if Spock would pull away, Spock put a hand on Jim’s waist.
Fate is kind.
She brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of their secret longing.
A bit of silliness from The Original Series, OMS
The first one Spock allowed into their house, Jim hadn’t care that much. He’d known Spock liked them, though he would never admit it outright. Every time they had come across one, Spock ended up holding and petting them.
Once after they’d first married, Jim had suggested Spock adopt one. Their duties, though reduced, seemed to preclude that, so Spock had declined.
After Spock’s memories returned, after all the disaster of Khan and Genesis, Jim had brought it up again, but Spock had once more said no.
Therefore, Jim was mildly surprised when they retired to Riverside when one day Spock came into he house carrying a fluffy gray cat.
“That’s a cat,” Jim said, obviously.
“Indeed.”
“Well. Where did it come from?”
“I do not know the origins of these particular feline, but when I was out in the barn, she walked in.” Spock shrugged. “I believe it was her intent to adopt us.”
“Adopt us? Spock, she likely belongs to someone.”
But they checked and no one claimed her but Spock. Or as Spock had insisted, she claimed them.
The second one came home with Spock one day when he’d been at the store. Jim waited for his husband to say that the cat had followed him home, but Spock merely said that he saw the stray and picked him up.
The third and fourth were twin kittens Spock arrived home with some months later. By then, Jim had decided not to ask Spock where he got them. They made Spock happy and that was good enough for him. If they were, a bit, underfoot at times, well.
The fifth came one year right around Spock’s birthday and when Jim opened his mouth to protest, Spock coyly advised that this one was Jim’s birthday present to Spock. Since Jim had, in fact, forgotten Spock’s birthday, he closed his mouth.
There was a time or two when Jim broached the subject of a dog, but Spock pointed out that the cats probably would not welcome such a companion. Jim gave up that idea.
The moment he noticed a sixth cat, he counted them twice, Jim finally put his foot down.
“Spock, baby, you know I love you.”
“Yes, Jim.”
Jim smiled. “But maybe. Perhaps, a half a dozen cats is our limit.”
Spock pursed his lips. “Yes, perhaps.”
“I mean I know you have a particular fondness for—”
“Not over any particular creature, Jim,” Spock insisted.
“Er, right. Anyway, this should make our home quite full now.” He smiled again.
“However.”
Jim raised both brows. “However?”
Spock shifted awkwardly. “I was thinking that eight might be a more suitable number.”
Jim felt a headache building behind his eyes. “Eight, Mister Spock?”
Spock shrugged slightly. “It is only that they have already been acquired and are due to be delivered tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow.”
“Yes, and since it is our anniversary—”
Jim frowned, thinking about it. Was it? He couldn’t quite recall. It was possible. He sighed.
“Very well. Uh. Happy anniversary, Spock. But that has to be the last.”
“Of course, Jim. Of course.”
I’m still here.
I have today off from work and am going over to my sister’s later. Try out her new pool and spend time together as a family. I’ll return to work tomorrow.
Ma was Catholic so we are doing a funeral mass for her as well as internment at the cemetery after for her ashes. Years ago when my dad died and was cremated, she bought a plot next to his, so in this way, they will once more be together. Unfortunately, I guess these arrangements take time and with the holiday coming up, the services won’t be until after Memorial Day. We wanted it as soon as possible, for pretty obvious reasons, but that wasn’t going to be granted to us.
I’ll take my three bereavement days I get at work when the service is. Yeah three days to grieve your loved ones doesn’t seem nearly enough does it?
Anyway, some time this week, if I feel like it, I will take a stab at the other chapter that remains on One More Night. No promises, but I am thinking about it.
Thank you all for your condolences.
Here are flowers we received from M’s cousin.
There’s no easy way to say that today my mother passed away after nearly 95 years.
I was there in the room as she took her last breath.
I’m going to be out of commission for a bit but I will be back. Thank you
Sorry to be a downer. But I have to vent a bit somewhre
Today we made the decision to keep Ma in bed for the rest of her time. It was just too hard for my sister to move her anymore during the night when she had to go to the bathroom etc. It was hard for the two of us too.
It’s really heartbreaking to watch the decline of someone you’ve know your entire life. I know some of you know this firsthand. You think you’re prepared for all this but you aren’t. You never can be.
We are nearing the end I think. I can’t imagine it will be much longer. When it is over there will be a mass as she was Catholic born and raised. I’ll let you know.
I will write stuff as I can. But please know I appreciate all of you sticking with me and your support.
You are all phenomenal.
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 