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Flash Fic, January 07, 2021

Continuing my conversations after mission episodes…

Jim supposed he should have checked with Spock to see if they were still on for chess tonight after one hell of a day, but he found himself pressing for entry and a little to his surprise the door opened.

Normally Spock still wore his uniform when they played, but he was dressed far mor casually tonight, wearing loose fitting trousers that could have been exercise attire or something similar to a Karate gi.

“Am I interrupting anything?”

“No.” But it was said with reluctance and Jim got the feeling Jim would have canceled if Jim had thought to check with him.

“Listen, about…Stiles…”

That caught Spock’s attention and he looked up at Jim, dark eyes curious. “What about him?”

“His family …the Romulans…” he trailed off, shrugged. Then he shook head. “That doesn’t excuse his behavior.”

“No. But I’m used to it.”

Jim frowned. “Used to it?”

“I have experienced a number of incidents related to my interactions with biased Humans.”

“Bias,” Jim repeated. “You mean bigoted.”

“As you say.”

“You shouldn’t be used to it, Spock. Next time someone says something to you, you tell me.”

“I will not.”

“Why?”

“That would not improve the behavior, and in fact would likely make the number of incidences increase.”

“Spock—”

“Jim. If you do not mind, I would like to postpone tonight’s match. I find I do not have the capability to concentrate.”

Jim nodded. “Okay, sure. God knows it’s been a terrible day.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I started off officiating at the wedding of Tomlinson and Martine and now…I came from the chapel where Martine was…yeah, terrible day.”

He turned away.

“Captain. Jim. Perhaps…”

Jim looked back at him. “Perhaps?”

“We might experience a level of compatible comfort in each other’s company even without chess tonight.”

He smiled faintly. “What do you have in mind?”

“You might like to read one of your books in here while meditate.”

It wasn’t something Spock had ever suggested before and though it had been on the tip of Jim’s tongue to brush off the invitation with a ‘No, that’s all right’, it suddenly occurred to him what it must have meant for Spock to even suggest such a thing. He could not imagine Spock would with anyone else, and if he refused, that invitation would not come again.

He allowed his smile to widen. “Let me go grab a book and I’ll be right back.”

“I’m going to have tea. Shall I make one for you?”

“Yes, thank you, Mister Spock.”

And Jim went through their shared bathroom to fetch a book, his glum mood much improved.   

Flash Fic, January 05, 2022

Spock has been unsettled ever since the events surrounding Psi 2000. Oh, he is back to his normal self, no longer feeling any effects of the infection, and yet Spock still suffers some…embarrassment…from his behavior.  

He hovers outside the captain’s quarters, feeling an inexplicable need to either or apologize or explain himself and the things he said, but now that he is there, he feels more uncertain.

Spock supposes he wouldn’t have even thought about it, but there’s no doubt that Kirk has treated him somewhat differently since their encounter in the conference room. He is about to turn away, deciding not to speak about it after all, when the door of Kirk’s cabin suddenly opens, and the captain looks startled to see him.

Spock does not blame him.

“Mister Spock? Was there something you wanted to speak with me about?”

Did he? Well, if there is one thing Spock is not, it is coward.

“If I may have a moment?”

“Sure.” Kirk steps back to let him inside.

The door closes behind him, after his entry. He doesn’t want to stay long, he wants this over and done with.

“I wish to apologize.”

“Oh?”

“My…behavior…”

Kirk cuts him off with a shake of his head. Then, “Forget about it, Spock.”

“The things I said while in the conference room—”

Kirk smiles. “I’ve already forgotten about them.”

“Have you?” he asks doubtfully.

“Of course. Many of us did and said things we now regret, Mister Spock. I don’t hold that against any man or woman.” He pauses, his smile widening. “Especially you.”

“Why especially me?”

“Well.” He shrugs. “Those things we experienced. The out of control emotions and the insanity that went with them—”

“One of the reasons Vulcans follow Surak’s teachings is because we view many emotional responses as…insanity.”

“I know. Which is why I don’t blame you most of all. It was something none of us were used to, and especially you. Whatever you said, whatever you felt while under the influence of the infection…I’ve forgotten about it. And forgiven too. I suggest we, all of us, move on from that.”

Spock is more than willing to move on, so he nods. “Very well, Captain.”

“Is that all, Mister Spock?”

“Indeed.”

“I was about to go to the mess for some dinner. Care to accompany me?”

Spock nods again. “That would be agreeable.”

They exist the cabin and fall into step beside each other even as McCoy suddenly appears to join them.

“Where are we going?”

“Dinner.”

“Excellent, I’m hungry.”

And for the first time since they left the dying planet of Psi 2000, Spock feels like most everything has returned to the way it should be.

Flash Fic, January 03, 2022

This month begins a series of flashes for The Original Series. I don’t know know how often I will post, it will be to my whim, honestly. But here is the first one. Some of these are going to be “pre-slash” as I use some series episodes.

If Spock was surprised to see him, he didn’t show it. He just stood back and let Jim in to his quarters.

Jim had a moment where he wondered why he’d come himself. But he had to get this out, he guessed.

The door slid closed after him and he stood rather awkwardly there. He spotted a chess set up where Spock had clearly been playing against the computer. He’d played Spock a few times in the rec room, but never privately.

“How’s the game going?” he asked.

“I am winning.”

Jim smiled. “Of course you are, Mister Spock.”

“You wanted to say something?”

“I wanted to…thank you.”

“Thank me, sir?”

Jim nodded. “For saving my life. When that…creature attacked me, I froze. I didn’t know how to fight against it. It was sucking the salt out and…”

“You are welcome,” Spock said. “But, of course, I merely did my duty as your first officer.”

Jim smiled faintly. “Yes, of course, your duty.”

“Any capable officer would attempt to save their captain,” Spock said calmly.

“I know. But if you hadn’t come along, I would be dead. McCoy was not able to react rationally in that moment.”

“He saw only Nancy.”

“Yeah. So…thank you. Again.” He slid his gaze off of Spock, feeling awkward and uncomfortable, and it landed on the chess set. “If it wouldn’t disrupt your match with the computer, care to challenge me, Spock?”

Spock nodded. “It would not. If you will give me a moment, I’ll set things up.”

“Of course. Thank you, Mister Spock.”

Spock didn’t respond to that, but he did move to set up the game, and after a time, Jim moved in to begin.  

Flash Fic December 31, 2021

Happy New Year

Jim smiles to himself as the message makes it to him. Not via PADD, although he’s certain that’s waiting for him, too, but he’s walking back from HQ to the apartment and he hasn’t looked.

It’s now 12:01. He hadn’t meant to leave so late, but there was so much to do, so much to plan for, and with Komack currently out of commission it fell to Jim.

Happy New Year, he said in kind, then added, I Miss You.

He stopped on the way at his favorite pizza place, knowing Jock would keep it open for Jim, which was why had had called ahead.

“Here you go, Admiral. Extra cheese just like you like it.”

“Thank you. And Happy New Year.”

The apartment was dark, of course, until Jim set the lights on, then put his pizza down. There was some old legend, he’d long forgotten the source for it, that said you’d spend the year doing what you did that first day, so that meant he’d be eating pizza, he guessed.

After grabbing a slice, he checked his PADD and sure enough there was a message from Spock.

Happy New Year, T’hy’la. I miss you more than I can say. We’ve come along way together in the last two years and I know that together our love and bond will only grow stronger. I cannot wait to be reunited.

Jim smiled faintly. Two years ago, his heart remained cold to Spock when Spock returned after rejecting Jim. But a year ago, he’d given Spock a second chance. Their relationship was better than it had been before Spock had rejected him, and though Spock was currently off Earth due to Sarek’s illness, everything was good and Jim didn’t miss Spock too much.

But boy was his Vulcan a mushy romantic these days.

He typed that very thing and only a moment later he got a response.

Yes. You are eating pizza.

Through the bond

Jim chuckled. “How did you know?” he asked out loud.

I can smell it.

Smell it? Is there smellivision in the bond?

That would be convenient, but no. Open the door, Admiral.

Smiling big, Jim rose from the table, ran to the front door, and greeted his husband with open arms and a big kiss.

“Now it’s a Happy New Year.”

Jim and Spock from His Heart Remained Cold and Spock’s Second Chance

Flash Fic December 29, 2021

It was not normal for Jim’s first officer to hide in the labs after his shift, but that was where Jim found him.

They were supposed to be playing chess or Jim thought they were. He recalled some kind of promise to play chess a few days after the Crew Holiday Party and that was this day. Granted things were a it fuzzy from that time, but he didn’t think that fuzzy, so when Spock didn’t  show, Jim went looking for him.

Spock was sitting before a bunch of test tube looking things and because he didn’t seem to know Jim was there, he was allowing himself to frown very slightly.  

Earlier that day they’d returned from a difficult landing party mission and someone Spock had been quite friendly with had been killed. Jim was aware there were those who didn’t think Spock had any friends, present company exempted of course, because everyone knew of their friendship,  and Spock still maintained a sort of friendship with Uhura.

It hadn’t occurred to Jim at the time, even though he knew Spock was friends with Martinez, that Spock was upset. Sometimes Jim could be a little too obtuse. Now as he observed Spock, he realized just how upset Spock must be.

“Hey,” he said softly from the doorway.

Spock looked up, startled, his expression going instantly blank. “Captain. I apologize. Was there something you needed?”

Jim hesitated, but then said, “I might have gotten my days mixed up, but I thought this was the day we mentioned playing chess when we talked at the holiday party.”

“I had…forgotten. May we reschedule?”

“Sure, Spock. No problem.

And he supposed he should turn around and leave Spock alone, but instead he drew closer to where his science officer sat. Since he’d met Spock he’d seen Uhura hug him several times. Spock never initiated the hugs as far as he could tell.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes, Captain.”

“Did you…did you ever hug your mother?”

Spock seemed surprised by the question, but he finally said, softly, more a whisper, “She hugged me on a few occasions.”

“But you didn’t embrace her first?”

“No.”

Jim nodded. “I never did with my mother either. Pretty much I never hug anyone first.” He shook his head. “I might have done a sort of manly pat hug with Bones a time or two.”

“Manly pat hug?”

Jim smiled. “Yeah, you know. Anyway, uh, look. I’m really sorry about Martinez. I know you two were friends and I should have thought of that before.”

“I appreciate your consideration now, Captain.”

“So, is it okay, then, if I give you a commiserating hug?” Jim was embarrassed the moment he said it. He knew he was ridiculously red because of it. And he fully expected Spock would say, “Oh, no, Captain, keep your hugs to yourself.”

So yeah, when Spock stood up from the stool he was perched on and opened his arms, Jim was so startled he almost flubbed it.

Almost.

Instead he went into Spock’s arms and wrapped his arms around the Vulcan just as Spock wrapped his around Jim.

He wasn’t sure who was hugging who and somehow it didn’t at all matter as they stood holding each other for a long time. Minutes for sure.

And then as Jim finally figured he should pull away and as he did so, Spock surprised him with, “Perhaps a chess game with you is just what I need, Captain.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. I will come to your quarters shortly.”

Jim smiled nodded and squeezed Spock’s shoulder, then left the lab, feeling better than he had in a long time. He had needed that hug as much as Spock did.

Flash Fic December 27, 2021

“Another Christmas down, another year I didn’t find my soulmate,” Jim complained as he slid into the booth across from Bones.

“You’re too picky.” Bones waved his fork.

“I am not. Well.” Jim paused. “I am. But that’s because according to Kirk legend-“

“Here we go.”

Jim stuck out his tongue. “The legend is real.”

“Sure, sure. Go on. According to Kirk legend.”

“My soulmate will have a tiny mole on the left side of his neck.”

“Do you know how many people probably have that?” Bones asked.

“And they’ll have dark hair and pointed ears.”

“What? Come on, Jim, that’s pretty specific.”

Jim laughed. “No. But there’s a really hot Vulcan that just walked into the restaurant.”

Bones turned and craned his neck. “That guy? Forget it. He’s an asshole from what I heard. And has a girlfriend.”

Jim sighed and leaned back. “Figures. All the asshole Vulcans are always taken.”

Bones rolled his eyes. “Anyway, there’s always next Christmas. Or maybe New Year’s Eve.”

“Nope. It’s bad luck to meet your soulmate before midnight on New Year’s Eve.” Jim picked up his coffee and took a sip. “Everybody knows that.”

“I don’t know that.”

“Hey, he’s coming here.”

“Who?”

“The asshole Vulcan,” Jim whispered.

Suddenly a shadow fell over their table. Jim looked up into dark eyes that stared haughtily back at him.

“Can we help you buddy?” Bones demanded.

The Vulcan didn’t spare Bones a glance. “You are sitting in my seat.”

“Eh? What?”

Finally the Vulcan turned his head slowly to glare at Bones. “You are sitting in my seat.”

“Now just a damn minute, you green-blooded-“

“Bones.”

The Vulcan glanced back at Jim. “I have been looking for you.”

“Me?”

“I am Spock. I believe you are my soulmate.”

Jim’s jaw dropped open. “I’m what?”

“You have a scythe shaped scar on the underside of your wrist, do you not?”

Automatically Jim looked down at the scar on his wrist even as Spock nodded his satisfaction.

“Jim, are you going to listen to this lunatic?” Bones demanded.

“That depends.” Jim tilted his head at the Vulcan. “You don’t happen to have a little mole on the left side of your neck, do you?”

“I do.” Spock showed him.

“Hot damn. Bones, split.”

He ignored his sputtering friend, but Bones did slide out of the booth and was soon replaced by the Vulcan, Spock.

“Hi. I’m Jim.”

A bit of soulmate mark silliness, hope you enjoyed!

Do You Hear What I Hear?

Advent Day 23

“I hear something.”

Spock looked up from his PADD. “Like what?”

Jim frowned. He took a long sip of his coffee. He was seated at the dining room table. He was still wearing his pajamas and robe. His hair was adorably rumpled and at present he wore a pair of wire rimmed spectacles that only seemed to enhance the shade of the blue of his eyes.

“I don’t know.”

“Then how do you know you hear something?” Spock went back to his messages.

“Hmm. It sounds, I don’t know, like a faint rustle. Or scratching maybe.” Jim nudged his foot against Spock’s. “Whatcha reading?”

“One is a message from my father.”

Jim’s lips twitched. “What does dear old dad have to say?”

“He intends to retire his ambassadorial duties,” Spock said, musingly. “And is considering recommending me to replace him.”

“Oh?”

“Only if I am interested,” Spock clarified.

“And are you?” Jim put his coffee down. “You heard that, didn’t you?”

“What, Jim?”

“Maybe we have a rat!”

“On the fourth floor of a high rise apartment building?”

“Well. Come on, you didn’t hear what I heard?”  Jim pushed away from the table and stood, taking his coffee with him to the living room. He stopped before the Christmas tree that had been situated by the picture window of their apartment.

Spock sighed and put his PADD down, following Jim. “Do you think I should say no?”

“If you didn’t hear it, yeah.”

“No, ashayam. To Sarek about the ambassadorship.”

Jim, hands on hips, turned to face him. He had removed the glasses and stuck them in the pocket of his robe. “What do you want to do? Do you want to say yes?”

“It would mean brief periodic separations between us.”

“You aren’t answering the actual question, Spock. Do you?”

“I do not know,” he admitted. “It is worth considering. But I do not wish to be parted from you for excessive lengths of time.”

“I don’t want that either but we’ve survived worse.” Jim turned to face the mantle of their apartment where two stockings had been hung.

Spock watched him carefully as Jim walked toward the stockings.

“It’s coming from here, I know it. I’m telling you somehow a rat got into one of these.”

Spock arched a brow.

Suddenly Jim yelped and jumped back as something squirmed in the stocking with the name Jim stitched on it.   

“What the—?”

A moment later a furry black head with slightly rounded ears with tufts of hair coming out of them appeared and mewled.

“Oh my God!” Jim rushed to the stocking and scooped up the fluffball kitten, who immediately began to purr at being held.

Spock smiled. “Do you like her?”

“Do I like her? Are you kidding? She’s the cutest thing ever!”

“Merry Christmas,” Spock said. “I put her in there this morning. I was surprised you did not realize sooner.”

“You devil!” Jim grinned. “She’s so sweet. I love her. And I love you.”

He came to kiss Spock, who kissed him back ignoring the paw that came out to swipe out at his chin.

“You should say yes,” Jim said, softly.

“To?”

“Your dad. We’ll work it out, Spock. Whatever it takes, we’ll always work around everything as long as we are together.”

“Yes, we will,” Spock agreed.

“And I now have this adorable companion. I think I’ll call her Holly.”

“That is purrrfect.”

Jim laughed. “You are.”

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.   

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