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The Replacement, Part Four

“Please.”

The sound of pleading in his own voice disturbed him.

“Help me to understand. Why would you…why would you choose intimacy with him?”

“God.” Jim’s expression crumbled and for a moment, Spock feared his captain would cry. How would Spock handle such a thing if he did?

“Jim—”

“Because he wanted me.”

“There are many who want you,” Spock pointed out.

“I can’t believe I have to spell this out. He was a replacement for the one I really wanted.”

Spock took a step back. “Me?”

Jim laughed. “Yeah. Stupid, right? So incredibly stupid.”

“You never said. Never gave any indication that you thought of me in any such way.”

“Was I supposed to? You were with Uhura! For years. How exactly did you expect me to tell you? And I don’t go after someone else’s partner.”

Spock stared, taking that in. Analyzing it. “But you did precisely that with the other Spock if he was with his captain.”

This time tear drops appeared on the edge of Jim’s eyes and Spock felt instant remorse.

“Yeah, you got me there. It was a moment of weakness. The object of my every dream wanted me with so much intensity I couldn’t resist. And now I’m dealing with the fallout from that.”

“Fallout?”

“Having something for a brief time that I don’t actually have. I’m here and he’s there, back presumably with his captain. And here? I’m alone.”

And just like that, as though their conversation was over and so many things were left unsaid, Jim made to move past him.

Before he allowed himself to think, Spock reached out and grabbed Jim’s wrist to prevent him from leaving.

“You are not alone.”

The Replacement, Part Three

 Something curled in Spock’s stomach, ugly and fluttery and painful. It rose from there and caused a dull pain in his side where his heartbeat.

“I…do not understand.” He was flustered and repeating himself but his logical brain could not compute.

“I know you don’t understand!”

And just like that the cheerful pretense Kirk had been displaying vanished as though it had never been there. Instead there was angry fire in his blue eyes.

“And that’s exactly the problem, Spock. You just never get it.”

“Jim, I—”

“You were with Uhura for years—”

“We are not together anymore,” Spock interrupts.

“Yeah you’ve been broken up for five minutes,” Jim said, sarcastically. “You were together for years, Spock. Years. And you never moved forward. Never bonded. Never married. You were satisfied with…I don’t even know what you were satisfied with. Your commitment to not commit.”

“Why are you so angry? You were explaining what happened in the alternate universe with my counterpart.”

Jim sighed heavily and turned away. “In that universe Spock loves his captain. When I returned from the mission, he thought I was his captain. As soon as I got to the captain’s quarters, Spock was all over me.”

“He forced himself on you?”

“No! I wanted it. He was full of passion and heat and was so hungry for me. It was intoxicating. I couldn’t get enough.”

Each word was like a lash against Spock’s heart.

“When he finally realized I was not his captain, it didn’t matter to either of us. We continued being together. Neither of us knew if I would come back here or his Kirk would return there, so we continued with each other, and he protected me from the reality of all that.”

Jim turned around to face him once more.

“It was the most amazing experience of my life.”

Spock blinked. He thought he might just vomit.

“It should have been with you,” Jim whispered hoarsely. “But I knew it never would be.”

The Replacement, Part Two

“Captain?”

He’d almost called out Jim, but Spock was still somewhat unsure how far their friendship had progressed and though Kirk had once or twice told Spock it was fine to use his first name, and Spock had even done so a few times, there was something about Jim’s stance as he stood by the observation window that made him abort and switch to captain.

Still Jim turned to him with a warm, welcoming smile.

“Is there a problem with the ship, Mr. Spock?”

It was said cheerfully yet Spock detected an edge behind it. It was perplexing and he couldn’t have explained why it seemed strange.

“Negative. It was for a more personal matter that I sought you out.”

“Yeah?” He stepped over slightly to allow Spock to stand beside him. “I’ve heard you pretty much threw our counterparts right in the brig the minute they beamed aboard.”

“It was not as quickly as that, but it did not take long. They were very confused by what they encountered and unlike your party found themselves unable to adapt to their new surroundings. It took them quite a long time to guess they were no longer in the universe they had known.”

Kirk nodded. “I’m sure it was a shock considering what they were used to.”

“And yet you kept your cool and managed to do a very good job of blending in there.”

“Mm. I think it’s easier to play barbaric than civilized.”

“You may be correct.”

His captain smiled. “Was there anything else?”

Spock felt confused. He blew out a long breath. “None of that was of a personal nature,” he said carefully.

“No?” Kirk looked genuinely quizzical and that made two of them. “What then? You need a leave or something?”

“A leave? I do not. This does not concern me personally, but rather you.”

Kirk laughed then. “Me?”

“You have not said much about your experience in the other universe. I wished to know if you need…if there is someone you would like to confide in regarding your experience.”

Kirk didn’t respond for a long time and in fact he had turned away from Spock to gaze out at the stars.

“If you suffered abuse—”

“I didn’t.” The words were a soft whisper. “It wasn’t like that at all.”

“What was it like? The others implied the Terran Empire was ruthless and brutal.”

“Yes, it was. As far as I could tell, the Terran Empire is ruled by cruel and violent Humans who desire power above all things. Life means nothing to them. Not their own nor anyone else’s.”

“But you did not experience this firsthand?”

“I might have.”

“You…might have?”

“But he protected me.”

Spock frowned. “Who? I do not understand, Captain.”

Jim gave him a ghost of a smile and shook his head. “I know you don’t. And that’s why I haven’t said anything. In that universe, there never was a Nyota. Not for him.”

Spock tilted his head.

“Spock protected me in that universe. We were lovers.” 

*While I hope to finish this little story this week, please note that I will be gone Thursday-Sunday for my nephew’s Vegas wedding so there are simply no guarantees. If it’s not, you can expect it to be next week. *

The Replacement, Part One

It had been two days since Captain Kirk, Lieutenant Uhura, Commander Scott, and Doctor McCoy had returned from the Empire ruled Mirror Universe.

Two days since Spock had sent the oddly barbaric versions of those same officers back to that universe after determining they were not where they should be.

Spock had learned from Nyota about the atrocities that were the norm for that universe. Mister Scott had shuddered every time he was asked questions about it. Leonard had mentioned he’d likely have nightmare from some of what he’d seen.

Kirk said nothing.

Even Leonard had mumbled something about ‘Jim being radio silent’ and some memory of Earth’ history flashed through Spock’s mind, but he could not quite place the reference.

For those two days, Spock gave him space. Unlike the others, Kirk was relaxed and easy going. He answered questions on every other subject readily and efficiently. He did not radiate the same tension and unease the others had, though admittedly theirs had all lessened and they were nearly back to normal. What passed for normal for each of them anyway.   

If you were not a Kirk watcher you might not know. But they all were. They noticed.

Spock noticed most of all.

Something was not right.

He had intended to seek him out in his quarters after his shift one night only to find he was not there. And though he could wander the ship seeking Kirk’s usual spots, he found that he did not have the heart for it, so he used the computer to pinpoint that Kirk was on the observation deck.

He then also used the computer to determine Kirk was alone.

Spock had no desire to discover Kirk having time with a paramour. At present, he did not think Kirk was seeing a member of the crew, certainly not since Doctor Marcus had departed after their breakup, but Spock did not want to take any chances.

Fortunately it seemed Captain Kirk had no company.

Still Spock hesitated to disturb him.

They were building a good friendship, Spock thought. There were still parts of Jim that he did not share with Spock. He was uncertain if he shared them with anyone, even McCoy.

Spock was not sure they had the friendship the ambassador had alluded to, at least to the extent he’d had with his Kirk, but Spock believed they were back to making progress.

Progress had been stalled right around the time they’d been confronted by Krall and Altamid. When Spock had intended to resign to go to New Vulcan and Kirk had applied for a command position on Yorktown.

Spock did not know what caused the rift between them, but he’d felt it.

Since they had returned to the repaired and rebuilt Enterprise, their friendship had seemed to strengthen.

Until Jim had gone to the mirror universe.

But the only way to learn the truth was to ask his captain to explain just what he had experienced in that universe. So he went to the observation deck to find Kirk.

Flash Fic, September 29, 2023

“Hey Bones,” Jim greeted his friend as he approached their “usual” table where they’d been meeting for coffee before classes. He gestured to Spock who appeared beside him. “This is Spock. My…” He looked to Spock.

“Significant other,” Spock supplied.

Jim smiled. “Right. Spock this is Bones, er, Leonard McCoy.”

“Doctor.”

“Have a seat, both of you. I have questions.”

He exchanged a look with Spock, but when Spock shrugged, Jim sat and Spock took the seat next to him.

“So, you’re saying you two are canoodling now?”

“I guess you could call it that, sure.”

“Since when?”

“Very recent. Needless to say I won’t be needing a single dorm. I already informed them.

Bones grimaced. “Just like that? What, did you meet three days ago?”

“Three weeks, two days, fourteen hours and—”

“Never mind,” Bones growled. “It seems rather sudden.”

“Well…when you know you know.”

“What do you know?” Bones demanded.

“We both like each other.” Jim grinned.

“Like?”

“A lot.”

Jim smiled at Spock. “Exactly.”

Bones buried his face in his hands. “I give up.”

“That is wise, Doctor. As I am fairly certain that we do not require your opinion.”

Bones glared. “Now just a minute.”

“Bones,” Jim quickly interrupted before things got more tense between the two. “Lay off. It’s all good. We’re happy. And things are going well. I just wanted you to know I’m staying in the dorm with Spock and why. That’s all.”

“Fine. You win. I’m done pestering you.”

“For which we are grateful.”

Bones opened his mouth to retort to Spock.

Jim cut him off again. “We both have class, right, Bones.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Jim turned to Spock. “I’ll see you back home.”

“Indeed.”

A few minutes later, Bones walked by Jim’s side as they left the cafeteria.

“Home, is it?”

Jim laughed. “Yeah, I think so. We’ll see. It’s all good, Bones. I promise.”

“All right. Let’s get to class.”

The End

Flash Fic, September 27, 2023

Just one more part to go after his, which will appear Friday

Jim woke when his communicator watch vibrated. He thought to himself he really should have turned the stupid thing silent.

He smiled at the still sleeping Vulcan beside him.

Who knew that both of them confessing they “liked” each other would lead to this? He would have made just such a confession before had he known.

He scooted out from under Spock’s arm and rose from the bed to look at the message from the Admin Office.

Good news, Cadet Kirk, a single dormitory room has become available. Let us know by 4 PM today whether you wish to claim it.

“Jim?” Spock mumbled from the bed as he turned over to watch Jim where he stood. “Is something wrong?”

Jim smiled and went to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning down to softly kiss Spock. “Nope. But you’ll never guess what just happened.”

“What?”

“Not even going to try to guess?”

“You won the lottery?”

Jim laughed. “Nope.”

“You made captain.”

“I wish.”

“You informed your mother we got married last night and she approves.”

“No…wait, did we get married last night?”

Spock shrugged. “I do not believe so.”

“That’s not like 100 percent positive.” Jim kissed him again. “They have a dorm for me.”

“One you clearly do not need.”

“Clearly.”

“I assume you told them to give it to the next cadet on the listen.”

Jim nodded. “I’m about to. As long as you’re sure?”

“I am sure.”

Jim sent his response. “We will need a bigger bed. I mean this is cozy and all but I need space to flop around.”

“I will order one today.”

“And I guess you can have the other room back as your meditation room.”

“Indeed.”

Jim smiled, blinked rapidly, and then shoo his head. “This is all moving very fast. And you’re a little vague on the marriage part.”

Spock took Jim’s hand in his and lifted it to his lips to kiss Jim’s fingers. “We will…figure it out.”

“You know I have a class soon.”

Spock pulled Jim down onto the bed. “I will let your instructor know why you missed it.”

Jim laughed. “Deal.”

Flash Fic, September 25, 2023

Only a couple more parts to go on this one!

“So, I’m thinking of taking Bones up on his offer,” Jim said just before he was due to head off to class.

Spock was standing in the kitchen, wearing his uniform, and cooking some kind of oatmeal thing for his breakfast. He had offered Jim, but he’d declined.

“Bones?”

“Leonard McCoy.”

“Oh. Yes. I’d forgotten you had a nickname for him. Offer?”

“To room with him until they get me my own dorm. That way I can get out of your hair. You’ve been more than generous with your time and place.” Jim smiled. “And cooking skills.”

“It is my understanding that Doctor Mccoy only has a single dorm.”

“Well, yeah. I’d sleep on the couch or a cot or something. But it would only be temporary.”

Spock stared at him blankly. “I see.”

And Jim sort of deflated. What had he hoped? That Spock would beg him to stay because he’d fallen madly in love with Jim? Ha.

Jim nodded. “Guess I’d better get to class.” He turned to leave.

“Jim.”

“Yeah?”

Spock blinked a few times. “Have I done something to make you uncomfortable here?”

“What? No. Of course not.”

“Then I don’t understand why you would choose less desirable circumstances.”

“Well” Jim turned back to fully face Spock. “I like you, Spock. I mean…a lot.” He took a deep breath. “And last night when you stayed out late I realized how much I really do and I felt jealous and anxious and I just have no right to feel that way. I think it’s better I don’t stay.”

“What did you think I was doing last night?”

Jim winced.

“I see. You assumed I was engaged in coitus with a paramour.”

That made him laugh, if a bit awkwardly. “Well, I wasn’t going to go there. But something like that, yeah.”

Spock’s lips quirked upward. “There was an explosion in one of the labs and a cadet was injured. As his instructor I went to the hospital with him to ensure he would safely recover. I apologize, I did not have a way to contact you as I do not have your codes or coordinates for your communicator.”

It was Jim’s turn to blink rapidly. “I didn’t think…boy, that was dumb.”

“And for the record, Jim, I like you too.”

Flash Fic, September 22, 2023

Fortunately for Jim, Bones didn’t jinx him and he wasn’t told or even that week that a single dorm was available to him.

The truth was he didn’t want to have to make that decision. Mostly because he’d be tempted to tell the admin office to give the room to someone else on the waiting list. And that wasn’t fair to Spock.

But Jim admitted to himself that he had something of a crush on his Vulcan host and really didn’t want to leave.

One night though Spock was out late, doing what, Jim wasn’t privileged to know, so Jim put on his pajamas, made himself some of Spock’s tea and lounged on the sofa reading his book.

When Spock still wasn’t back by midnight, Jim went to bed, feeling a little lonely, sad and jealous. He had no right to feel that way, of course, but he suspected Spock had some sort of date and Jim didn’t like the idea.

He was awakened at 2 in the morning by Spock returning home. He stayed in his room, staring at the ceiling while he thought of Spock on his date.

Jim decided he had two options. Hope that he got a room to himself soon or tell Spock he wanted to date him.

He sighed.

Fat chance.

September 21, 2023

“So what happens if they let you know tomorrow that a single dorm is available?”

Jim lowered his submarine sandwich and eyed Bones. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“Seems to me you like liking with the Vulcan.”

“Spock, Bones. His name is Spock.”

“Yeah, okay. But you do like living there with him, don’t you?”

Jim shrugged. “It’s fine. I don’t mind.”

“Don’t mind? He cooks for you.”

“Wish I’d never told you about that.” Thank God he hadn’t told Blabbermouth McCoy about Spock seeing him naked. Neither him or Spock would ever hear the end of that.

“Peanut noodles.” Bones grinned. “The point is, if the administration office contacts you tomorrow saying they have a dorm for you, what are you going to do?”

“What do you think?”

“I used to think you’d jump at the chance and skedaddle right out of there.”

“Did you just use skedaddle in a sentence?”

“It’s a word. You’re evading my question, Jim.”

“They said they had a long list.”

“Still evading.”

“Fine.” Jim took a bite of his sandwich, chewed, and swallowed. “I’d take it of course.”’

“You would?”

“Yeah.”

“Even though you’re enjoying playing house with Spock?”

“I’m not playing house. Where doyou get this crap? I’m just sharing his space temporarily until I get my own. He was going to make himself food anyway so he politely asked me if I wanted some. That’s all there is to it. And when the time comes, I’ll move. I’m sure he doesn’t want me hanging around longer than I have to.”

“Hmm.”

“Just shut up anyway. You and your what ifs. I have another class.” He wrapped up the rest of his sub and took it with him.

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