Category: Flash Fic

  • Flash Fic (Roommates), January 20, 2021

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    Spock now found himself getting an apartment in an old Victorian neighborhood where the former stately homes had been converted to apartments. Theirs was on the second floor and had two bedrooms, one bathroom, a small kitchen, and an even smaller living room.  He wasn’t even sure he should have gotten the place. It had all been to get away from seeing Jim every day in their dorm, but since Jim was now coming with him, it seemed a waste to rent an apartment when they could just continue to live in their dorm together.

    But to admit that would be to admit to Jim he really had intended to get away from him.

    So, they packed up their few belongings, and moved to the rental about a ten minute walk from the campus. They’d had to get furniture too.

    On moving day, Spock noted the appearance of Jim’s new friend, another cadet who was a doctor, named Leonard McCoy. Jim inexplicably called him “Bones”.  At first Spock thought he might be a boyfriend, but after studying their interactions, Spock didn’t think so. Unusual though, considering Jim had declared Spock was his only real friend. That certainly didn’t seem to be the case, so that left Spock wondering why Jim would lie.

    That night, after they’d all shared pizza on moving day, Jim said goodbye to “Bones” and turned to Spock with a stunning smile.

    “Well, that’s it. We’re all moved in to our new place.”

    “Indeed.”

    “Feels pretty good, I’d say. I never even really thought about moving off campus before. I mean it seemed kinda cool to live just across the hall from other cadets.”

    Spock pursed his lips. “You could have stayed there if that had been your preference, I did not intend to remove you from something you enjoyed.”

    Jim waved this away and moved away from the door he had been leaning on after bidding goodbye to McCoy. “I’ll enjoy this too. I actually like the idea of it being just the two of us.” He laughed. “Well unless one of us has someone over anyway.”

    “Mm.”

    “Speaking of, do you want to have some kind of signal?”

    “Signal?” Spock had moved into the kitchen to make himself tea.

    “Well, you know, if you have someone over for, um, well, stuff you’d rather not be interrupted for. We could put a sock on the doorknob of our rooms or something. That kind of thing.”

    For several heartbeats, Spock was aware he simply stared at Jim, unable to form a response.

    “Spock?”

    He shook his head. “I don’t intend to bring anyone of that nature over.”

    “Are you sure because…”

    “I am quite sure.” Spock poured his tea. “If the occasion comes up, I will visit their dwelling, which allows me to leave without the awkwardness of asking them to do so.”

    “Oh.” Jim nodded, smiling tentatively. “That definitely makes sense. Well. I don’t know if I’ll have any, um, occasion to, uh, bring someone over, but if I do, I’ll put something like the sock on my door.”

    “Very well,” Spock said simply.

    This was Jim’s apartment too, after all, so he could hardly forbid his adult roommate from having paramours over. He wanted to, though.

    But this was sort of a nightmare of his own making simply because he could not admit to Jim he didn’t want to live with him.

    “All right, then, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go use the shower for the first time.” Jim grinned.

    “I have no objection whatsoever.”

    “Cool.”

    And Jim disappeared to his room to get ready for his shower.

    Spock stared at his communication device. Currently his mother was in San Francisco with his father. Sarek had ambassadorial duties that required him being present there at the moment, and Amanda had chosen to come with him to see Spock and other family members and friends. She’d notified him a few days earlier.

    He sent her a message.

    “Mother, are you free to meet me for a late dinner tonight?”

    A moment later, the response.

    “What time?”

    “Eight-thirty.”

    “Bronson’s?”

    “Yes. Thank you.”

    He closed his communicator. Some motherly advice might just be in order.    

  • Flash Fic, January 18, 2021

    The roommates again…I might keep writing the rest of this month’s flashes about them so that when they are finished, I can post their entire story on AO3.

    Spock stood staring at the message board for Academy Cadet roommates for far longer than he should have. It was an odd concept to Spock anyway. Archaic. And in all likelihood, he did not wish to trade any of those seeking a dorm mate with Jim. If he truly was going to vacate his dorm room, it would be for an apartment of his own, not for another person bound to cause Spock consternation.

    “Hey, what are you doing?”

    And speaking of…Jim had saddled up next to him and was now gazing at the board. He blinked a few times, and then, Spock clearly saw, plastered a smile on his face, and turned to Spock.

    “You aren’t looking to ditch me are ya?”

    The jovial manner in which Jim asked indicated that Jim was trying to be lighthearted about it.

    But Spock struggled with a reply, because, indeed, he was.

    The smile slipped, barely, but there was a tiny huff of breath. “God, you really are, huh? I was just joking but…”

    Spock shook his head. “I am not really looking for another dorm mate. I am considering moving off campus to an apartment.” He hesitated. “I surveyed the board on the chance I would find a suitable replacement for you when I vacate.”

    Jim tugged his bottom lip with his teeth. “Vacate? Well. Why?”

    “When I first submitted my application for the Academy I was uncertain whether dormitory living was for me and had anticipated the point when I would prefer an off campus dwelling. I am not really a communal sort.”

    Jim nodded at this. “Okay. Well, we can find an off campus apartment. There’s a building about a block or so down from the Academy. That would probably suit us.”

    Spock’s stomach hurt. As it often did if he had to face something emotionally uncomfortable. Jim was certainly not making this easy. But then, Spock found that nothing was particularly easy where Jim was concerned. He simply could not continue living with a roommate he was…infatuated with…and did not share that infatuation.

    Spock exhaled carefully. “I would not wish to burden you with the unexpected cost of an apartment.”

    Jim shrugged. “Oh, I’m not worried about that. I can cover that.”

    “But…” Spock paused, searching for words. “You enjoy the camaraderie that comes with communal living spaces.”

    “Sure, but…” And then there was that little huff of breath that somehow made Spock’s stomach hurt worse. “Oh.”

    Spock turned to look at Jim, fully, though reluctantly. Thus far he had been able to avert his gaze under the pretense he was still studying the message board. And now he wished he had continued to do so, because all openness in Jim’s beautiful blue eyes had shuttered like he had slammed down a door. Spock’s stomach pain increased tenfold.

    “Jim…”

    “No, I get it. It’s fine, Spock. It’s just that…I thought we were getting along pretty well.”

    “We…were. Are.”

    There was the barest twitch of Jim’s lips. “And yet, you want to ditch me.”

    “That is not…”

    Jim held up his hands. “No need to fall all over yourself trying to explain. I know I can be a bit much. And probably especially for a Vulcan. But I-I don’t have a lot of friends, not real ones anyway, and I thought…nah, never mind. I’m not trying to make you feel bad. Just let me know when you move out, okay?”

    Jim turned and began to walk away.

    And Spock really, really ought to let him. But at that moment, he was so emotionally distraught and out of his element, that he almost doubled over from the pain. And he could not, would not do it. No matter how much in…infatuated he was with Jim.

    “I wish for us to get an apartment together,” Spock called after Jim.

    He saw the moment Jim’s shoulders tightened and he very slowly turned around. Those eyes were still shuttered which Spock found he did not like at all.

    “Yeah?”

    “Yes. If you will accompany me, we can go to that apartment building you mentioned, and select a place together.”

    Jim stared at him a moment without a word. Then, “Are you doing this because you feel sorry for me?”

    No, because I love you.  

    “I—”

    Jim surprised him with a hearty laugh. “It’s cool. I’m totally onboard with whatever works. Let’s go get that apartment.”

    And Spock found himself matching steps with Jim, who grinned at him, as they made their way off campus to find a new place to live…together.   

  • Flash Fic, January 15, 2021

    This continues the ongoing antics/relationship of the roommates, Spock and Jim.

    Spock’s crush, if that’s what it was, as he found that to be such a very odd term, hadn’t gotten any better. Or rather, resolved itself.

    He had spent the better part of the Winter Break with his roommate, James Kirk, eating human foods Jim introduced to him as well as watching holiday entertainment. He had found himself very much enjoying their time together, but it never really seemed to move past a friendly camaraderie.

    Spock was positive that was his own doing. He was not, as it happened, inexperienced sexually. He’d had a few casual sexual encounters both on Vulcan and Earth. But he wasn’t especially good at forming friendships and romantic pairings.

    While it was true he had not come right out to Jim to express an interest in sexual intercourse, all Spock’s usual subtler methods had thus far failed to bring forth an answering response in Jim.

    Normally, Spock might think Jim was simply not interested in male sexual partners, but since they had begun rooming together, Spock knew he’d gone out with a few males. He hadn’t to this point thought seriously that it might be that Jim did not find Spock himself attractive.

    Winter Break was now over and they were back to their courses at Starfleet Academy.  Spock found that meant he saw Jim far less. Because of their different coursework majors, Jim spent study time in a different campus library then Spock.

    Spock has told himself that this is a good thing, because it means he will get over this strange affection he has for Jim if he doesn’t see him as often.

    But as he returned to their dorm one night, along the way walking from the Science Library, he spotted Jim and he was not alone. Jim was engaged in kissing a female Orion. Spock didn’t linger, but instead quickened his pace.

    Once he was in his dorm, Spock brought up his PADD. It might just be time to request a new dorm. Or even to get his own apartment off campus. He had the means to do so, he had just assumed the experience of living on campus would serve him well. No longer certain, Spock contemplated his next action.

    When Jim returned to their dorm a short time later, smiling brightly, Spock avoided looking in his direction after spotting the “hickey” along Jim’s collarbone.

    Jim didn’t seem to notice. He went into the kitchen for some orange juice out of the fridge. “Want to play some chess, Spock?”

    “Thank you, no.”

    It probably came out more curtly than Spock had intended for Jim’s smile slipped, but he simply nodded and poured himself orange juice.

    Spock had made the acquaintance of a Betazoid just prior to the Winter Break. After sending a quick message to him, Spock reached for his coat.

    “Going out?” Jim asked, sounding merely curious.

    “Indeed. I have a date,” Spock replied, though he wasn’t sure why he bothered sharing that information.

    Jim blinked. “Oh. Okay. Will you be back later—”

    “That is uncertain. In any case, goodnight, Jim.”

    And though his night with the Betazoid ended up being physically satisfying, Spock returned to their dorm in the early morning hours…empty.   Flash Fic, September 30, 2020 Flash Fic, October 21, 2020 Flash Fic, November 06, 2020 Flash Fic, November 23, 2020

  • Flash Fic, January 13, 2021

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    “Did you talk to Spock about it?”

    Jim glanced at Bones. His friend was frowning, looking grumpy as hell. He then looked over to where Spock sat, waiting for him at a sidewalk café, at a table for two in the sun.

    Sure, maybe this conversation should be a lot more private, but Jim didn’t exactly have that luxury. They were due to leave this place soon enough. And he guessed now was as good a time as any.

    He nodded at Bones. “See you later.”

    “Jim.”

    “Yeah?”

    “You, ah, you want some company or need help or something.”

    Jim smiled. Slightly. But he was sure it counted. “Nah. It’s okay. Thanks, Bones.”

    Spock looked up when Jim approached. He was huddled around a single cup of tea, as though it was a heat lamp or something. Jim took the seat across from him.

    “So.” He blew out a breath. “The divorce is final.”

    “I see.”

    Neither said anything else for a while. There was a breeze coming off the nearby ocean that chilled the air.

    “How do you feel?” Spock spoke into the quiet.

    “A little numb, I guess. I never thought…” Jim shakes his head.

    “It was not your fault.”

    “Maybe. I don’t know. She says she’s okay.”

    “And your father?”

    “Closed mouthed as usual. Says he’s got a farm to deal with, no time for reflecting. His words.”

    Spock unwrapped one hand from the teacup and moved it toward Jim’s. He was a little surprised, but not unhappy, as he turned his palm upward to accept Spock’s hand covering his.

    He smiled at Spock. At least some things were good. Very good.

    “Come on. We should go. You’re cold anyway and we’re leaving soon.”

    “Jim.” Spock’s voice is soft and gentle. Warm. “Their relationship not working out is no reflection on you.”

    “I know.” And he does know.

    “Or us.”

    That Spock gets it…

    Jim licked his lips. “I know that too. Deep down. I just…I really love you and I don’t want…I don’t want that to happen to us.”

    “Nor do I. I do not believe that it will.”

    His thumb stroked the plumper part of Jim’s palm. Warmth flooded Jim’s senses. Affection. And his parents’ divorce sucks. It does. But this doesn’t. And Spock’s right. As usual.

    Jim smiled his first real smile of the day. “Come on, honey. Let’s go home.”

  • Flash Fic, January 11, 2021

    The moment Jim steps onto the bridge he is aware that everyone on the bridge is looking at him, but trying to pretend they are not. He feels the heavy, oppressive tension oozing off them. He feels it himself.

    There are a couple of exceptions to those watching his entrance surreptitiously.

    Uhura doesn’t even try to pretend she is not openly gaping at him. He ignores her.

    And Spock. Yes. Of course he arrives before Jim. He is resolutely not looking at Jim.

    That just annoys Jim more and makes his headache worse. It’s pounding at the moment and there’s nothing he can do about it. He’d already tried one of Bones’ usual remedies.

    He taps his fingers on the console of his Captain’s chair and just as pointedly does not look at Spock.

    It’s clear that, somehow, everyone around him has heard that he and Spock had a fight.

    Admittedly this is not unusual. They met fighting really. And at times Jim feels good they’ve gotten at least past that. But they are both passionate and it is inevitable.

    But this is their first fight as a romantic couple. Which admittedly began less than a month ago. Jim wonders if it’s over already. If he wants it to be.

    Jim is aware the hurt and headache is making him irrational and that it is not the time for such decisions to be made or even to think of them.   

    His new yeoman takes that moment to approach him. Her name is Allison Krenitz and she took over from Rand after she left the Enterprise to undergo engineer training.

    She hands him a cup of coffee with a wide smile. She’s young and eager to please, Jim can tell. Besides he has never asked her to bring him coffee.

    He takes a sip anyway and closes his eyes momentarily in pleasure. When he opens them, he smiles at her.

    “This is perfect.”

    Krenitz nods. “Cream and one sugar cube, just like you like it, Sir.”

    Jim wonders vaguely if he has given her that information or if she just picked up on it, but it doesn’t matter, really, and takes another sip. “This is fantastic for replicated.”

    “Oh, it’s not, Captain. I brewed it fresh myself.”

    Behind him he hears a chair turn quickly from the direction of the science station, but he ignores that too.  

    “Well, that’s very nice of you, Yeoman. But not necessary.”

    “It’s no trouble, sir.” She hands him an apple. “You didn’t have breakfast in the mess this morning, so I thought you might need something.”

    This time he doesn’t miss Uhura loudly clearing her throat and neither does Krenitz as she frowns in her direction.

    “Thank you.” Jim smiles. “That will be all for now, Yeoman.”

    “Yes, Captain. I’ll be standing by should you need assistance.”

    When she leaves and gets on the turbolift, so does Uhura. Jim turns with a frown to look as the doors close on them. She hadn’t asked to leave the bridge and Jim is pretty sure it’s to lecture Krenitz in some way that’s not Uhura’s job or business. He’s aware that his communications officer is a buttinsky just the same.

    Jim forgets about it for now, even when Uhura returns a while later.

    After his shift, he returns to his quarters, ignoring hints from Bones they should have a drink in ten forward. Finally, he has to admit to Bones, reluctantly, that he’s just not feeling up to it.

    Jim is surprised when Bones doesn’t push it.

    He’s downright shocked, however, to find Spock waiting for him in his quarters.

    Jim opens his mouth to either apologize himself or ask Spock to, and he’s not really sure which it was.

    “I am the one who told Yeoman Krenitz how you like your coffee.”

    Jim stares at Spock. “Uh. Okay.”

    “And that she should bring you a cup each morning.”

    Jim nods. “Why are you telling me this?”

    “Because she did not come up with this herself and—”

    “Spock,” Jim interrupts softly. “There’s no need to be jealous over Allison Krenitz.”

    “I am not jealous.”

    “Or anyone else,” Jim adds. “I know you think I was flirting with the counselor on Rig—”

    “You were flirting.”

    Jim smiles. Spock looks affronted, sure, but he also looks oddly contrite at the same time, and somehow the look on him is adorable. Jim’s headache is less too.

    “I want you. No one else.”

    Spock’s expression slips, leaving him looking rather unsure. It’s a remarkably good look too. “You…”

    He can see Spock has no idea how to finish his sentence so Jim walks up to him, puts his arms around Spock’s neck and finishes it for him.

    “Are hopelessly in love and devoted to you. Yes.”    

  • Flash Fic, January 8, 2021

    “How many times is this, Jim?”

    “I don’t know, Bones. One hundred? You tell me.”

    Bones frowned. “Not funny.”

    “I’m not trying to be. Bones—”

    “Spock’s here, so…”

    Bones moved away and Jim sighed, staring up at the ceiling of the medbay. He’d have to smooth it over later with his best friend. And hell, it wasn’t like he’d tried to fall off that cliff. Or take Spock with him. That had been all Spock.

    “So, let’s go back to the ship and…”

    “Captain…Jim!”

    And as the ground gave way beneath him, Spock charged at him to prevent the fall, and they ended up falling to the ground below…together.

    Jim was just glad Spock hadn’t been as seriously hurt as he was.

    Speaking of…

    Spock was there now, by his bedside. He looked like a cross between concerned and furious. Jim didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing.

    “Captain.”

    Oops. Bad.

    “Hiya, sweetheart.”

    When Spock merely stared at him blankly, Jim had a panicked moment where he wondered if he had dreamed that he and Spock were a-well-a thing.

    But Spock stepped closer, reached for Jim’s hand, and held it.

    “Never do that again.”

    Jim smiled. “Okay.”

    They both knew he probably would. But still.

    Spock leaned down and kissed him.

    He felt better already.  

  • Flash Fic Repeat

    I am not yet ready to go full blown flash fics yet so I decided to post a flash fic from December 2018

    Stuck With Me

    “We cannae beam you up at this moment, Commander.”

    Spock closed his eyes briefly, then opened them and tried to focus. “The captain is severely injured, Mr. Scott. Without emergency treatment, he will likely not survive.”

    “Spock.”

    The hoarse, pained whisper had him flinching, but he did not look in the captain’s direction.

    “Mr. Spock, if I even attempted it, your particles would break up in space. We’re working on it as fast as we can,” Scott replied, sounding as though he might cry.

    “Understood. Contact me as soon as you have news. Spock out.”

    He closed his communicator and glanced toward Jim, who lay bleeding against the wall of the cave Spock had carried his injured body to earlier. Outside, snow fell on this particular nightmare of a planet. He’d bundled the captain up as best he could, but he could see Jim shaking and his teeth chattering.

    “Spock, just take these blankets and wrap yourself up in them so when you’re rescued, you’ll be okay,” Jim said, his voice a weak whisper.

    “You need them, Captain. You are freezing.”

    “I’m gonna die, Spock.”

    “No.” He spoke too sharply. He knew that. When they were back on the Enterprise and Jim was all right, then he could reprimand Spock. “You will not die.”

    “You heard Scotty. He can’t get me on the ship.”

    “They will get you on the ship and Dr. McCoy will give you the necessary treatment and you will be all right,” Spock insisted.

    Spock knelt down next to Jim, who visibly shivered. His eyes were dim and pain-filled.

    “Spock, please, just take the blankets and stuff and stay warm.”

    “No.”

    “That’s an order.”

    “Court-martial me when we return to the Enterprise.”

    Jim closed his eyes.

    “Jim!”

    He shook his head slightly. “I’m here. I haven’t left yet.”

    “And you will not.” Spock reached for Jim’s hand, it was so cold, it was like he was holding a hand made from ice. Spock began to feel despondent. This could not be how it ended. No. “I will add my body heat to yours.”

    Jim just looked at him now and didn’t even protest which worried him even more. He placed himself next to Jim on the cave floor, gathered him close and then wrapped the emergency blankets around the two of them.

    “I think I should tell you something,” Spock said then.

    Jim did not respond, he just sagged against Spock. Breathing, though barely. Spock was beginning to panic.

    “I intended to discuss this with you at a more convenient time, but—”

    “There may not be any more time,” Jim rasped out.

    Spock would not say that. Could not. And he refused to even think that. “I have felt this way for many months. Perhaps longer. When we first began our romantic relationship, I should have told you then, but I held back for fear…it does not matter. I love you, Jim. And I want you as my bondmate.”

    Jim looked at his through pain-filled eyes. “Bondmate?”

    “Yes. In fact, I would bond with you right now.”

    “Spock—”

    Spock knew he was taking a big risk, but he was desperate. He could not, would not lose Jim.

    He put his hand on Jim’s cold face. So cold. Too cold. He spread his fingers out.

    “My mind to your mind. My thoughts to your thoughts. Parted and never parted. Together and always.”

    He was in Jim’s mind. Even as he entered, he felt the dimness, the weakening. Jim was fading. Everything that was Jim was dying. Going. Spock was nearly too late.

    Jim. Come to me.

    Nothing.

    T’hy’la, come.

    Again nothing. Jim’s consciousness faded more. Spock focused.

    James. Reach for my hand.

    In Spock’s mind he created an image of himself and an image of Jim. They both wore their uniforms, though Jim’s shirt was ripped and torn, covered in way too much blood. He held his hand out toward Jim.

    Jim’s gaze flicked to Spock’s face and then down to his hand.

    Yes, ashayam. Take it. Bond with me.

    Jim took a step forward, then looked down at the blood on his shirt then back up at Spock. He extended his hand again toward Jim.

    Choose me.

    Jim stumbled forward, his hand reaching out and Spock took a step closer to him, seizing hold of his hand, closing his fingers into Jim’s, and tugging him close. In his mind, Spock put his hand on Jim’s face, as he was doing in the cave.

    “We are one, always. This is the Vulcan heart, this is the Vulcan soul.”

    Jim’s eyes widened slightly.

    “Heal, my Jim.”

    Jim sagged against him and collapsed in Spock’s arms.

    ****

    “How did you get him into the healing trance?” McCoy asked Spock much later as Jim lay on the biobed in the medbay. Jim was still much paler than Spock would have liked, but the doctor assured Spock Jim would be all right.

    Spock hesitated. “It is something that Vulcans and their mates can do.”

    McCoy looked at Spock. Frowned. “Mates? What sort of mates?”

    “Bondmates.”

    “What? When? Spock—”

    “Hey, no yelling.”

    Spock immediately turned to Jim, whose eyes were open staring openly at him and the doctor. “Jim!”

    McCoy immediately began to scan their captain.

    Jim looked past the doctor to Spock. He smiled. “Hey you.”

    Spock could not speak, he just looked into Jim’s beautiful blue eyes, full of life.

    McCoy frowned. “How do you feel?”

    “Good. Thanks to you, Bones. And to Spock.”

    “Yeah, listen, Spock said something about mates and I—

    “Yeah.” Jim smiled. “Spock’s my husband now. You’d better be nice.” Then he laughed softly.

    McCoy rolled his eyes. “I’ll be right back. Married, God help me.”

    Spock scooted closer and grabbed Jim’s hand. His warm hand. So warm. “Ashayam.”

    “Spock, I love you. And I’m pretty sure you knew that long before I told you, but are you sure about this?”

    “Very.”

    “Yeah? Because, aren’t you stuck with me now?” He smiled, but it was a little hesitant.

    “Negative.”

    “You’re not?”

    Spock squeezed his hand. “I am afraid you are stuck with me.”

  • Okay…

    For those of you who suggested the title for my Christmas story, Let Nothing You Dismay, and I did not keep a tally, so we are on the honor system here….

    Please leave me a comment as to what you’d like to see in a Jim/Spock flash and it will appear in February. Please be as specific as you can (try not to say Jim and Spock on the bridge but something more like Jim and Spock on the bridge after a fight ha ha, you get it). It’s a flash though so please nothing that will take me five years to flesh out! Also please indicate AOS or TOS. If you don’t indicate, I will assume AOS and act accordingly.

    Okay looks like the only two I am missing flash fic ideas from are lpwriter and Parker. I looked it up.

    lpwriter

    Let nothing you dismay gets my vote!

    Parker

    I think Let Nothing You Dismay is really fitting for the theme & plot planned out. I also love single dad Jim with a little girl

    So…lpwriter and Parker if you’d like me to write a Spirk Flash in February please either comment or email me at ivantheterrrible85@gmail.com if you are feeling shy about posting your idea on here.

  • Flash Fic, January 4, 2021

    “Steve.”

    He frowned. “Who are you?”

    “Diana. Steve? Steve? Are you all right?”

    He shot up in the air, breathing hard, darkness swathing the room in which he woke in. Lying in bed. He put his hand to his heart.

    A hand came to rest on his keg, soothing.

    “Jim?”

    Jim. Yes. Jim Kirk. Yes.

    “Computer, lights,” he croaked.

    The lights came on and he looked at the masculine hand on his leg.

    Spock. Yes. Spock. Thank God.

    Spock sat up then and gave him a quizzical look. “Nightmare?”

    He nodded. “Yeah a doozy. I was some other guy altogether and I don’t know, like in World War One, I think. With a woman instead of you.” He laughed.

    Spock arched a brow. “Unlikely.”

    “Yeah. Anyway, glad it was a dream.” Jim glanced toward the dark window. “It’s still late. Should probably go back to sleep.”

    “Can you?”

    “Mm. Not sure.”

    Spock takes Jim’s hand. “There are other things we can do in bed besides sleep.”

    Jim grins as Spock pulls him back down to lie on the bed. “Oh yeah!”

    Spock kisses him as his fingers find the psi points on Jim’s face, whispering, “Forget.”

    And Jim does. The nightmare is gone and only the love of Spock is there to guide him.