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Flash Fic August 08, 2025

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“Captain! Jim!”

Jim jumped awake, his heart thundering hard. A feminine hand rested against his chest as he sucked in a breath.

“Easy, easy,” Uhura said, soothingly. “You just had a bad dream.”

Jim blinked and shifted, his back meeting the hard rock wall behind him. Right. Stranded on this planet during an ion storm.

“Status?” he asked automatically.

“Nothing has changed. It’s still…we can’t leave this cave. And there’s no getting in touch with the Enterprise. Or the other members of our landing party.”

He and Uhura got separated from the others. Fortunately neither of them were injured.

Uhura handed him a container of water. “Must have been bad that dream.”

He took a sip of the water and shrugged noncommittedly. He didn’t want to talk about it, not with her. Not with anyone.

But of course she wouldn’t let it go.

“You spoke. You said, ‘he can’t marry her’.” She took the water canteen he handed back to her.

“I don’t remember,” he lied.

Uhura sighed and tucked the canteen back into their survival bag. “You want a nutrition bar?”

He shook his head.

She took one out for herself, unwrapped it and took a bite. “I didn’t know you still thought about that.”

“I don’t.”

She moved to sit beside him, her back against the wall like his was. “Come on, Captain. You were dreaming about Spock marrying me.” She paused. “Weren’t you?”

“Not exactly,” Jim admitted. “It was your…wedding shower.”

“Oh. Which I didn’t have. Because we were never getting married,” she pointed out needlessly.

“The subconscious mind plays tricks on us.”

“Mm. But why are you still thinking about that? Spock is in a relationship with you.”

“You were in a relationship for a long time,” Jim said softly.

“Yeah, we were. But long-term relationships end too. Just ask all the divorced couples. My own parents were married ten years before it ended. People grow apart, Jim.”

“Yeah. I just think…I’m Human too. If it didn’t work out with you, and you were together for as long as you were, hell he gave you his mom’s necklace, he might just grow apart from me too.”

“So you think because we’re both Human, Spock can’t stay in a relationship with a Human.”

“Well.” He shrugged.

She shook her head. “Sometimes.”

“What?”

“When you first met us, our relationship was pretty new. He was so different from every other guy I’d met. So brilliant and so incredibly interesting.”

Jim had to agree with that.

“We had a lot in common and I was able to practice my Vulcan language skills. It was young love for both of us.”

He tried not to flinch but judging by the glare she shot him he hadn’t been successful.

“The point is, at some point the first blush of young love begins to fade and you get…I don’t want to say comfortable, but it kind of is. We got comfortable with each other. The affection was there, but a lot of the passion that existed in the beginning faded fast.”

“I guess that’s pretty natural.”

“It happened pretty fast for us and it took me quite a while to admit why that was,” she told him as she took another bite of her bar. “Spock still loved me, but he wasn’t in love with me. Physical intimacy became a-a chore. Maybe that’s too harsh an assessment. But the sex between us became less and less. I thought it was me. He didn’t want me anymore. But it was less to do with me then to do with…” She paused and sighed. “You.”

“Me?”

“From the time you beat his test, by cheating I might add, Spock couldn’t get you out of his head. I don’t want to use the word obsessed but I think it applied. He couldn’t move forward more than he had with me because of you. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t want me, but that he wanted you.”

“Uhura—”

“We didn’t break up because I’m Human, Captain, but because Spock is in love with you. And has been for a long time. Neither of us wanted to admit it.  Until there was no way to deny it any longer.”

Jim thought about that. “But what about…”

“Don’t look for trouble where there is none. Spock loves you, you love Spock. End of story. And really, this is the last time we’re going to discuss this.”

Jim’s communicator chirped and he jumped at the unexpected sound. He flipped it open. “Kirk here.”

“Captain,” Spock’s voice. “The storm is breaking up. We are preparing to beam you up within thirty minutes.”

Jim exchanged a smile with Uhura. “That’s great news, Mister Spock. See you then. Kirk out.”

And later when they were once more aboard the Enterprise and he was alone with Spock, together lying side by side in their bed, Jim whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you as well, t’hy’la.”

Flash Fic Friday, August 01, 2025

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“Can you believe they’re finally doing it?”

Jim frowned at his PADD, not looking up from it as he read the latest mission details. “Mm.”

“Well, didn’t you think they’d never get married?” Bones demanded.

“None of my business,” Jim murmured. “I’m just officiating.”

“Surprised you agreed.”

Jim flicked his gaze to his disgruntled friend. “Was there a reason I should have refused?”

Bones looked vaguely uncomfortable and shrugged. “You know. With the history and all.”

Jim shook his head. “What’s done is done. I have no problem with it.”

“I suppose. Do you plan to be at the beach reception afterward?”

Jim smiled. “Only for a short time. It’s a pleasure planet. I intend to spend some of my shore leave doing stuff I’d like to do.”

“What’s got your attention anyway?”

“Orders for after shore leave.”

They were seated at a table in the mess. Jim had a chicken sandwich and Bones had egg salad.

Jim looked up and smiled when Spock approached carrying his tray of vegetable stir fry.

“That smells better than it probably is.”

Spock arched a brow as he took his seat. “It is actually tasty for being replicated.”

“We were talking about the upcoming nuptials,” Bones told Spock.

“He was talking, I was listening.”

“Barely,” Bones cracked.

“He’s surprised the wedding is happening after all this time.” Jim looked at Spock pointedly.

“Is it unusual to have an extended courtship on Earth?” Spock asked politely.

“Well, the days of childhood betrothals has been over for a long time,” Jim said, smiling.

Bones sighed and pushed his plate away with only about half his egg salad sandwich finished. “What’s your plan after the wedding, Spock?”

Spock shrugged slightly. “I do not believe there are any particular planned activities save for playing it by ear.” He glanced at Jim.

“Yep. He’s right. I’ve booked a house close to the beach with spectacular views for three nights. You’re welcome to join us, Bones.”

He moved his leg away when Spock’s foot came toward it. He smiled serenely.

“Threes a crowd. I’ve already had enough of you two lovebirds joined at the hip to last me for the rest of my life. And I gotta go.”

Spock watched McCoy depart. “Does the doctor have some particular concern about Carol Marcus’ wedding?”

“He wonders if my widdle heart is broken seeing her get married. And actually performing the ceremony. She asked. I had no issue with it. We haven’t been…anything…for years and she’s been with Lucas for a long time. They wanted to get married when the Enterprise happened to have shore leave here anyway.”

Spock nodded.

“And it gives me a chance to see David. It’s all good.” Jim covered Spock’s hand with his. “Fun in the sun.”

“It does beat the snow from the last shore leave.”

Jim laughed. “Yep. We can take surf lessons.”

“Or not.”

He laughed again. “Or not.”    

Christmas in July Flash Fic July 25, 2025

Here we are at the end of another Christmas in July. Next Friday is August. No particular theme.

“Wow, I can’t believe you’re here.”

Jim chuckled for she’d said those words five times since he’d arrived in Riverside.

“Of course I’m here.”

Granted, he couldn’t blame his mother at her wonder for his being in Riverside, Iowa for Christmas. When had they all been together for Christmas? Certainly not since he was a boy and even then, he wasn’t sure it ever really happened despite vague memories.

It was actually just him and his mom at the moment, but later they would go to the shuttlebay to collect Sam, Aurelan, and their son, Peter, and daughter, Megan.

It was four days before Christmas and it was extremely unusual for Jim to have leave at this time. But there’d been an attack on the Enterprise that had damaged the hull enough to require some major repair and so they’d been given the time off.

His bridge crew had pretty much dispersed in all directions.

Bones to Georgia to see his daughter, Sulu to Yorktown to see his husband and daughter, Chekov to Russia, and Spock and Uhura to New Vulcan. To formally bond or marry. Whatever. Jim tried not to think too hard on that.

So here he was with the Kirk family Christmas. Weird but so far pretty nice.

“You don’t think it will snow, do you?” Mom asked hopefully.

Jim laughed again. “It’s a bit early for a snowstorm. We didn’t get much of those until January.”

She sighed. “I know. But I always wish. More coffee?”

“Please.”

She’d served him homemade waffles for breakfast and they were just finishing up. Behind him in the living room the Christmas tree shone brightly next to the lit fireplace. Maybe a little cliched and corny but it was all right. Jim could use a little bit of that now.

When the ship had been attacked, Jim had been injured badly. Cracked his head on his chair and he’d sustained burns over twenty-five percent of his body. He’d been repaired, obviously, but the memory of those injuries was still there and so he was very happy to have the distraction of Christmas with his family.

With his coffee refilled and not needing to leave to fetch his brother and his family yet, they adjourned to the living room to admire the tree. Jim was waiting for the moment his mom would ask about his love life. She usually got around to it at some point and generally she didn’t ask in front of others.

And here it came.

“So, honey, anyone special in your life?”

“Not really.”

She sighed softly. “Must be pretty lonely on the ship.”

“Sometimes sure. But being the captain, everyone is my subordinate. Makes it kind of hard to go there, you know?”

“I suppose.”

He didn’t need to tell her that even now the one he really wanted was even now bonding with someone else. He didn’t want to think about it himself. There had been times when he’d almost thought his feelings were not just his own but it was so fleeting he convinced himself he had imagined it.

“Anyway, let’s not spoil our time with talk about that.” Jim smiled. “Okay?”

She smiled back. “Okay.”

****

It was two days later, the house full of noise and family, when his mother kept looking anxiously out the window.

“What’s your deal? Still waiting for the snow to start?” Jim teased.

She laughed. “No. But, uh, we do need more firewood. I’d ask your brother but he and Peter are playing a game and—”

“Say no more. I can bring in firewood. I’m not a weakling.”

“I know you aren’t, honey. But you are still recovering from the attack and I worry.”

He kissed her forehead. “Don’t. I’m okay. The burns are gone without scars and almost all the headaches are gone. I’d be cleared for duty if the ship didn’t need repairs.”

She sniffed. “Bureaucrats know nothing.”

Jim chuckled. “Can’t argue there. Be back in a jiffy.”

“Take your time!”

Jim grabbed a coat and wrapped a scarf around his neck as it had become bitterly cold out even without any snow.

“Though the weather outside is frightful, here it’s so delightful, and since we’ve got no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow,” Jim sang as he approached the door to outside.

“You sound like a moose,” Sam called out.

“He does not!” Aurelan exclaimed. “Don’t listen to him, Jim!”

“I usually don’t!” Jim called back as he opened the door and went outside.

He let out a long exhale as he watched his breath mist around him. Then he took several steps forward toward the wood pile before he noticed someone standing there dressed in a heavy coat with a hood.

Startled, Jim stopped, realizing there was something familiar about the way the figure stood. He glanced behind him, back to the house, and noticed his whole family, kids included, had their face plastered to the window staring out at him.

“What the hell?”

Pursing his lips, Jim moved forward toward the person and the wood pile. Now quite convinced he knew their identity. His heat pounded so hard in his chest he thought maybe he was having a heart attack.

“Sp-pock?” he asked, his voice faltering. Hope was not something he gave into.

The figure lowered the hood and he came face to face with Spock.

“Captain. Jim.”

“What?” Jim paused, gathered his thoughts. “What are you doing here? Is Uhura here too?”

Spock moved forward, closer to him. “Negative. I…we are not…we are no longer together.”

Jim blinked. “You aren’t?”

Spock shook his head. “We could not continue our romantic pairing when it is you that I love.”

“You…I’m sorry?”

Spock looked vaguely devastated as he took the last step to stand directly in front of Jim.

“If you cannot return my regard—”

Jim threw his arms around Spock and kissed him silent. He could swear he heard cheering from the farmhouse.

“Do they?”

Spock nodded. “They were aware I was arriving today. Your mother made arrangements.”

Jim laughed. “I see.”

“Jim, does this mean that you do return my regard? Your mother anticipated so, but I would not force you to feel something you do not feel.”

“Yeah, you know what? Know when to keep quiet.”

“Jim—”

But he shut Spock up with another kiss. This one so thorough if Spock didn’t get it, he was just being stupid.

Jim then kissed Spock’s nose. “Your nose is frozen.”

“It is unbearably cold out here,” Spock replied, clutching Jim to him.

“Okay. But if we go inside there’s no avoiding them.” Jim gestured with his thumb toward the farmhouse.

“Is that not the point of these holidays? To spend time with family?”

Jim laughed. “Is that the point? I wondered. I’m kidding. Yeah. It is. You may as well be tortured and meet them.”

“Why would they torture me?”

Jim shook his head. “Never mind. Just a few more kisses out here first.”

“Very well. That will be tolerable.”

Jim grabbed the hood of Spock’s coat and raised it up over his head. “Cover those ears, Pointy.”

Christmas in July Flash Fic July 18, 2025

So Kris gave me the suggestion of the environmental controls going wonky on the ship and for some reason, I decided I wanted to make it Mirror Universe Spirk.

“Scotty, I swear you’d better have good news.”

When Scotty didn’t immediately turn around to face him, Jim knew he didn’t have good news.

“Scotty,” he said through ground teeth.

His engineer turned around to face him. “I am sorry, Captain. I’m trying to fix it as fast as I can. It’s a wee more complicated than I originally thought.”

Twenty-four hours ago the environmental controls of the ship had gone completely haywire and much of the ship was sweltering hot. Jim hated the heat. And there was nowhere to get any relief. His own quarters was especially hot.

“Don’t make me have to kill you,” Jim said, carefully.

And in the Terran Empire that was no idle threat. Scotty, to his credit, showed no outward reaction to Jim’s threat.

“I have no intention of dying over it, Captain. I have every single man and woman working on it. We will have a solution in the very near future.”

Jim blew out a breath, reached up and rubbed his scar, which was bothering him a lot lately, and nodded.

“Okay. Good. Keep me posted. A lot.”

“Definitely. Captain.” Scotty looked behind him and then back at Jim. “I do have a place for you, that might be just what you need while the ship is fixed to your satisfaction.”

Jim moved closer. “Yeah? Tell me.”

Somehow when the door opened to his oasis, Jim knew who it would be without even looking. Normally on the alert to any sort of untoward intruders, Jim didn’t move.

He could imagine how the scene looked. He was seated on a bench, wrapped in a heavy fleece blanket, a lighted pine tree in front of him, a table with a drink and cookies beside him, and softly falling snow flakes.

“Trouble, Mister Spock?”

“Negative, Captain. How is it…it is snowing.”

Jim grinned and turned his head slightly to watch his Vulcan first officer walk toward him. “It sure is. It’s glorious.”

“How did you make it happen, sir?”

“I didn’t. It’s related to the environmental control crisis. Any report on that?”

“No, sir. A few fights have broken out due to irritable crew members but no fatalities and sickbay is managing.”

“Good.” Jim reached for his glass and took a sip.

“What is it you are drinking?”

“Eggnog. An old Terran drink holiday periods in the past. Seasonal. I was able to get the replicator to make it.” Jim pursed his lips. “To be honest it reminds me of old times when I was a kid…before…”

Spock sat on the bench beside him. “Before?”

“Everything went to hell. I had good holidays once. With snow like this. We’d go sledding in December. My brother and me.”

Spock considered this. “Is this the same brother who later attempted to murder you?”

Jim smiled wryly. “Sam. Yep. Things were different then. He was different. So was I. Anyway, when Scotty told me about this room, oddly out of sync with every other place on the ship, I had to come here.” He wiggled the blanket he had wrapped around himself. “Want to share my blanket?”

Spock answered by scooting closer and lifting the edge of it, snuggling inside.

“I did not anticipate you would be sentimental about the good old days,” Spock commented.

“Normally I am not. But something about this touched me in ways I had long forgotten. When I was little I used to sing Christmas Carols with my grandmother.”

Spock arched a brow. “I cannot imagine you doing that.”

“Yeah.” Jim laughed. “And don’t you dare fucking tell anyone either or I’ll kill you.”

“I would not, of course. But I admit that this is a side of you I did not anticipate existed.”

Jim shrugged. “It doesn’t really. Not anymore.” He glanced at Spock. “So? If there’s no trouble, why are you here? You’re not here to assassinate me, are you?”

Spock blinked several times. “No, Captain. I…Believe me. I am no threat whatsoever to you.”

“Yeah?”

Spock turned slightly. “If you have not already surmised, I am greatly enamored of you not only as a superior captain but also as a superior Human. I would pledge my troth to you, I would die for you, fight to the ends of the Universe for you.”

“Sit in a freezing cold room with me?” Jim teased.

Spock looked uncertain. “I…yes.”

“Come closer.”

Spock did until their sides met, but Jim decided that really wasn’t close enough. He maneuvered himself until he was straddling his first officer, under the blanket, of course.       

Jim threaded his fingers through Spock’s silky dark hair and moved his mouth against the Vulcan’s.

“Scott to Captain Kirk.”

Jim ignored him and continued kissing Spock, who’s hands had  come up to encircle Jim’s waist.

“Scott to Captain Kirk.”

“I am going to murder him,” Jim said against Spock’s hot delicious mouth.”

“It would be wise to answer before he breaks down this door.”

Jim sighed. Got off Spock and went to the comm on the wall. “Yeah? Kirk here.”

“Environmental controls are correcting the ship now, sir. Everything will be back to normal shortly.”

Jim glanced at Spock and his winter scene.

“Can you, uh, maybe delay it a bit in this room?”

“Captain?”

“Well,” Jim barked. “Can you?”

“Aye, I can.”

“Do it then. Kirk out.”

“For how long, Captain?” Scott asked before the comm disconnected.

“I don’t know! Like an hour.” Spock arched his brow. “Or two.”

“Aye, sir. Scott out.”

Jim walked back to Spock, a feral smile on his face. “Now, where were we?”

He straddled Spock again, this time inching his hand between their bodies and right into Spock’s trousers.

“Mm. That’s where.”

Christmas in July Flash Fic July 11, 2025

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Jim stood on an outdoor patio overlooking a water feature Yorktown had adorned with glittery garlands, shiny bells and holly. All around him it was decorated for the Terran winter holiday season.

Yorktown, being an enclosed space station, a snow globe as Bones had alluded to, was able to control their weather. With few exceptions if there happened to be instability in space. There was not now, though, and someone in charge had decided to make it festive they would ensure a light snow fell on Yorktown’s outdoors.

They had dropped the temperature too and though some, like Spock, had complained, Jim found himself reminiscing about such weather growing up in Iowa.

He wore a coat. He’d pulled it on before leaving the holiday party inside the facility that owned the patio he now stood on.

In a few short weeks he’d spend yet another birthday on Yorktown. He had hoped they’d finish the rebuilding of the Enterprise in time to be on their way, but alas no. The estimation was the beginning of February.

“Captain?”

Jim turned to see Spock approach, fully enveloped in a heavy coat with a scarf and woolen hat completing the look. For some reason he reminded Jim of a garden gnome.

“Hi Spock.”

“You left the party.”

Jim smiled faintly. “I needed some air. It was getting a bit overwhelming in there. Lots of noise.”

“It is a happy occasion, is it not?”

“Oh it is. Just…feeling a bit lonely and sorry for myself.”

“Lonely? I do not understand. There were over three hundred people in there, Captain.”

Jim laughed. “Oh I know. But I don’t have a personal relationship with any of them. So yeah. Just a bit. It’s no big deal.”

Spock looked pensive. “You have friends among them, so I believe you mean something specific when you refer to personal.”

“Mm.”

“You mean…an intimate personal relationship,” Spock surmised. “Someone you are sleeping with.”

Jim sighed.

“I have irritated you? I did not mean to overstep.”

“No, you haven’t. But yeah. I mean, that is what I am talking about. But maybe more intimacy than just sex. Which obviously is part of it but I want more. Which is weird.”

“Why is it weird?” Spock wondered.

Jim shrugged. “I’ve grown up I guess. I want more from life than a series of throw away lovers.”

“And that fills you with sorrow?”

He snorted. “No, the fact that there is no one out there for me does.”

Spock glanced away. “I believe they are shortly going to do a sing-along of Christmas Carols.”

“Mm. I said I’d do it with them.”

“You do have an admirable voice. But perhaps before we go inside there is something I would like to do.”

Jim turned to face him. “Yeah? What’s that?”

Spock’s gaze rose to above their heads. Jim followed his gaze and saw Spock holding mistletoe.

“What–?”

Spock covered Jim’s mouth with his in what was anything but a brief mistletoe kiss. When they finally parted, Jim was left breathless and a little dazzled.

“Merry Christmas, Jim.”

“It is now.” Jim grabbed the collar of Spock’s coat and pulled him into a kiss.  

Christmas in July Flash Fic July 04, 2025

Christmas in July. I for one could use some Christmas cheer in today’s world.

Jim was bored. This was supposed to be his magical snowy getaway for Christmas, but he’d gone and broken his damn leg and now wore a cast all the way up past his knee.

Of course they’d tried to talk him into leaving, going home, getting his broken leg fixed proper and all, but that would have ruined everything more than it already had.

So he sat in his wheelchair, staring out the window at the snow, a Christmas tree beside him with hundreds of tiny colored fairy lights.

His mother and Spock had gone out to the store to buy some food and Jim had to stay behind. He was glum and feeling sorry for himself. And even though his mom had left Christmas music on for him, he was lonely and sad and mad at himself for breaking his leg.

So much for being isolated in the mountains with only his two favorite people in the world there. Because on his very first day he’d gone and screwed up and the only place available put a cast on him. Which again, they could have left and Starfleet medical would have repaired his leg over a few days of a hospital stay.

That’s what his mother and Spock wanted to happen. But Jim hadn’t wanted to spend the holiday cooped up in a hospital.  Bad enough he’d have to cut his leave short to eventually go to that hospital. He sure as hell wasn’t going to start that way.

It didn’t matter that Spock didn’t even celebrate holidays or that he’d not had a cozy family holiday with his mom in decades. This had been what he wanted, damn it!

When Judy Garland came on singing the melancholy version of ‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’ from the movie, Meet Me in St. Louis, Jim found himself singing along.

Shortly after it ended and before he could wipe the tears from his face, the front door of the cabin burst open and Spock walked in carrying many grocery bags filled with stuff.

“Jim? Are you crying?”

He wiped at his face. “No!”

Mom came in behind Spock. “You are too. We weren’t gone that long!”

Jim managed to squeak out a short laugh. “I was singing along to a sad Christmas song. That’s all. While feeling sorry for myself.”

Spock brought the load of bags to the kitchen.

“Well we got everything you wanted and more. We’ll have lots of fun stuff. Cocoa, Eggnog, cookies, cakes, roasted chicken, it’ll be just as much fun as you wanted it to be.”

Spock came to sit beside him. “Perhaps not quite as fun, but we will do our best.”

And just like that Jim felt like Scrooge himself. They were trying so hard and he was sitting (well he had to sit) mopping like it was the end of the world. He didn’t like sledding and skiing anyway and it wasn’t like he was going to have hot, heavy sex with Spock while his mom was in the same cabin.

Spock arched his brow.

Jim chuckled. Damn mind reader.

“You’re right! I’m sorry I’m being a pain the ass. Let’s put on movies and eat and drink until we puke.”

His mom smiled. “Sounds great. What movie shall we watch first?”

“Rear Window.”

“That’s not a Christmas movie!”

“No.” Jim grinned. “But Jimmy Stewart has a broken leg and sees a guy murder his wife from the apartment across the way.”

His mom shook her head. “Nope. There will be no murder shows. If you want to see Jimmy Stewart, it’ll be It’s a Wonderful life.”

She got up and headed for the kitchen.

Jim reached for Spock’s hand and held it. “It really is.”  

Flash Fic, June 27, 2025

We come to the end of June (thank goodness, it’s been a rotten month for me). Look for Christmas in July starting next week!

Jim had never been a fan of extreme temperatures in either direction. He hated toe be cold. But at least you could curl up in front of a fire under a cozy blanket. Turn the furnace on. Bundle up.

But sometimes when it got too hot no amount of AC cooled him off. You could only take off so many clothes. Stay in the pool for so long.

Anyway, no. He liked mild temps.

This place was not that.

On the surface, pun intended, he could understand why the Vulcans chose this planet to colonize after the unfortunate and horrific destruction of their own. The surface temperature was a million which they were used to.

“Your propensity for hyperbole is showing, Captain.”

Jim sighed. “Maybe not a million.”

Spock arched a brow. “We would all be dead if it were.”

“And honestly, that sucks by the way.”

Spock gave Jim a perplexed look.

Jim tapped a finger on his forehead. “ I didn’t say that out loud, you know. You’re harvesting thoughts from my brain.”

“It is not ‘harvesting’ thoughts,” Spock almost snapped.

Hit a raw nerve, Jim thought, which only made Spock look more pissy. Unfortunately for Spock, Jim found his pissy face really sexy.

Jim smiled and gestured to the door. “Shall we?”

Spock leaned forward and opened the door. “Father? We are here.”

Jim followed Spock inside, relieved it was a bit cooler inside. Which was good as he swore he was about to pass out.

Spock glanced at him, frowning slightly. “Perhaps you should sit. I thought the doctor gave you a shot to help you breathe.”

“I can breathe, I’m just super hot.”

Spock nodded and grabbed Jim’s hand, leading him over to a chair and practically pushing him into it.

“Father?”

“I am here,” Sarek stated, arriving in the room wearing an absurd amount of layers of robes and looking as cool as a cucumber. Definitely not fair. “I will get you some cool water, Captain.”

“Thanks,” Jim said.

Sarek left briefly and then returned with a glass filled with ice and water, with slices of cucumber. Jim took it and wondered if Spock was the only one harvesting his thoughts.

“Father, I…” Spock paused. “I wanted to advise you that I have…I now have a mate.”

Sarek was silent for a moment and then he looked from Spock to Jim. “I see.”

Spock cleared his throat. “As you have surmised, my mate is Captain Kirk. Jim.”

Sarek nodded and turned to Jim. “Welcome to our family, Jim.”

Jim smiled. “Thank you, sir.”

“We shall now have a celebration meal,” Sarek announced. “You may call me Father if you wish.”

Jim blinked. “Uh. Oh. Okay. Sure.” He felt himself blush. “F-Father.”

Sarek’s lips turned upward slightly. “I believe it will take some getting used to for both of us.”

Jim laughed. “Yeah.”

“I will get things ready for the meal.”

“Do you require assistance?” Spock asked as Sarek turned away.

“No. Please sit and make yourselves comfortable.”

When they were alone, Jim sighed.

“You were nervous?” Spock asked.

“Of course. You weren’t?”

“Somewhat.” Spock admitted. “But you are much admired across the universe.”

Jim snorted, leaned over and kissed Spock quick.

“Drink your water,” Spock murmured.

There was a slight click and cool air flowed down on him from above. “Oh thank God.”

“I believe it was my father who was responsible not a deity.”

Jim laughed again. “Shut up.”

Flash Fic, June 20, 2025

Even if Spock hadn’t noticed Jim jerking his head up, clearly trying to keep from falling asleep, he would have known his captain was bored. Even without him desperately trying to hide a yawn.

He also knew Jim hadn’t gotten any sleep the night before. Neither had Spock, but Vulcans could go without sleep much longer than Humans. And even though the reason for Jim’s lack of sleep had been extremely pleasurable, Spock somewhat regretted it now.

The captain wasn’t trying to be rude. He was tired and the Vulcan speaking at the head of the conference table spoke in an uninflected monotone. On a subject Spock knew Jim wasn’t particularly interested in.

The problem was Admiral Barrington had glanced their direction a time or two, narrowing her eyes.

During the break, Jim got a coffee, but as Spock was trying to bring him outside for some fresh air to wake him up further, Admiral Barrington approached.”

“Captain. Commander.”

“Admiral. We were about get some air. Care to join us?” Jim asked, politely.

“Yes.”

Spock opened the door to outside for her and the captain.

Then she looked back over her shoulder at Jim.

“You do not look well, Jim.”

“Admiral?”

She sighed. ”Forget the Admiral-Captain nonsense. I’m just Mom right now.”

Jim reddened. He looked chastised.

She glanced at Spock. “I expect to see you both at dinner tonight with my husband.”

It was a recent marriage for her. Dr. Adam Barrington was a much admired physicist and brother of the Federation president.

Still, Spock was surprised. The invitation for dinner hadn’t included him before.

“Admiral—”

“I have eyes, Mr. Spock.” She sighed and turned back to Jim. “The collar of dress uniform barely covers the marks.”

Jim’s eyes widened. “Mom!”

She rolled hers. “Wear something casual to dinner, both of you. No uniforms. Maybe a turtleneck though.” She was smiling. “I’m glad you finally snagged him. I did wonder.”

Jim choked on a laugh.

“You do look terrible. No sleep? You never did handle that well. Listen, the rest of this isn’t any more interesting than the first part. Go get some sleep. You’re excused.” She arched a brow at Spock. “You aren’t.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jim looked enormously relieved. “Really? I’m excused?”

“Just from the conference today. Not from dinner. You’d both better be there.”

“We will. I will.” Jim leaned over and kissed her cheek. Grinned. “Thanks, Admiral.”

His mother laughed. “Weird as hell, right? Did you ever think I’d get this kind of promotion?”

“It’s not underserved,” her son assured her. “See you and Adam for dinner.”

Spock was grateful Jim was going to get to rest but, admittedly anxious about the dinner. With a shrug, after the break, Spock returned to the conference, his attention riveted by the speakers.  

PS. I’ll be gone all weekend to Vegas (planned trip so I will be hobbling around), so any response will be delayed!

Flash Fic, June 13, 2025

Well, it’s a month with Friday the 13th! Should have known!

“You know this is ridiculous. I don’t need to be carried like a…”

“A child?” Spock suggested.

Jim scowled. “I was going to say a damsel in distress.”

And he was in distress. He’d fallen down a set of stone steps and really landed hard on his twisted leg. Everything hurt.

Spock carried him to the cabin they were sharing on their shore leave. He stopped at the entrance to gain access at the door and then carried Jim inside and toward the bedroom.

“I think we should contact Doctor McCoy.”

“Nothing is broken and I don’t want to bother Bones. It’s his shore leave too.”

Spock deposited him on the bed. “You do not know if anything is broken.”

“I’m pretty sure. It would hurt a hell of a lot worse than this. And trust me, it hurts bad enough.”

Spock leaned down and studied Jim’s leg and ankle. He was wearing shorts as they’d been out exploring the planet ruins. No doubt about it his skin was scraped and his ankle and foot were throbbing.

Spock made a face, turned and walked away.

Jim sighed and closed his eyes.

A few minutes later Spock returned with a first aid kit. Silently, he began to clean up the scrapes on Jim’s leg. Then he gently bandaged Jim’s foot and ankle and handed Jim an ice pack.

“Thanks,” Jim offered though Spock would not meet his gaze. “Hey. Talk to me.”

Spock sat on the edge of the bed. “You came very close to falling off that cliff at the bottom of those stairs.”

“I know. I didn’t fall on purpose, Spock. And I didn’t go over the cliff.”

“You would not have survived such a fall.”

Jim looked down at Spock’s hands which were clenched tight together and he saw the Vulcan was shaking.

“Hey.” Jim reached for him. “I’m here. I’m okay.” He pulled him into an embrace. “I love you.”

Spock pulled back a little, blinking in surprise. “That is the first time you have said that.”

Jim smiled. “Is it? Well you’ve known it for a long time.”

“Still…it is good to hear out loud. And I love you as well.”

“I know. And I’m sorry if I have ruined our shore leave.”

“You have not ruined it. Perhaps you have changed the nature of the leave but we will still spend time together. Would you like to sit on the couch while I make us dinner?”

“I’d tell you I would help but I don’t think I can stand for long periods yet. But yes, I’d love to.”

Spock stood, scooped Jim into his arms and carried him to the living room. Jim smiled and pulled him in for a kiss.   

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