Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Category: Flash Fic

  • Eveningstar’s Birthday Flash

    After the Events that dealt with the Melkotians (The OK Corral one where Chekov is killed but is revived at the end of the episode). Now served, AOS Style.

    Despite what probably a lot of people thought, Jim actually second and third guessed himself quite a bit. And now as he stood in Spock’s quarters, this was definitely one of those times.

    “Spock, come on. It wasn’t your fault.”

    “Perhaps not directly, Captain. But I was convinced since it was all an illusion by the Melkotians that Mr. Chekov would be returned to us.”

    Jim rubbed his chest, where the ache over the loss of the young ensign made it frankly hard to breathe. He’d thought so too. And he had begged the Melkotians even as they informed the party they’d be sent back to the Enterprise. To no avail. Chekov was gone.

    If it was anyone’s fault, it was surely Jim’s.

    “Hoping that they’d have the integrity and morality to return him to us is hardly worthy of any blame on your part, Spock,” he said, gently.

    Spock studied him through furrowed brows. “Nor do you bear responsibility.”

    “Well.” He shrugged.

    “Jim.”

    “As his captain, I bear some. But ultimately, I know it was the Melkotians, Spock. I accept that, because I must.” He paused taking a deep breath. “But if there is one thing that all of this has taught me is life really is…I mean…there’s so much time we waste on nothing and I…just don’t want to do that anymore.”

    Spock frowned minutely. “Captain…”

    “I don’t want to go another minute without telling you that you…” He paused to gather his nerve. “You mean the world to me.”

    “You are quite important to me as well.”

    Jim smiled. Nodded. “Yeah. I mean, that’s great, and I know. But you mean, well our friendship…and I’m really glad about that, Spock. I am. And in the past, maybe just yesterday, I would have just gone, cool, that’s great. I’m glad we’re on the same page, but you mean more to me than anyone I’ve ever known, Spock. You aren’t just my-my best friend, though you are, and my most trusted officer, you are that, too, there’s just no one I admire more than you. Your intelligence and integrity, your will power. You’re just amazing. And I get to know you and care about you and it’s just…it’s everything.” Jim bit his lip. “Are you getting this?”

    “I believe that I am.”

    “Yeah?”

    “And it is the same for me.”

    Jim laughed, shook his head. “No. I’m trying to say I’m in love with you.”

    “I know.”

    “And I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable or anything and I definitely don’t expect you to…what?” Jim stared dumbfounded at Spock.

    Spock arched a brow. “As I said…it is the same for me.”

    “Are you saying…”

    “I believe I am speaking Starfleet standard.”

    Jim took a step toward Spock who took a step toward him.

    “Spock.”

    “Jim.”

    He rushed at Spock then, who seemed to rush at him. Then they were kissing, and yeah teeth clacked together, it wasn’t exactly smooth. His fault, of course, because this was Spock and oh my God.

    He laughed and pulled back, touching his fingertips to Spock’s lips, which bled a little where Jim’s tooth pierced it.

    “Sorry, got a little eager.”

    Spock’s lips turned upward. “I am not really complaining. I have waited a long time for that. For this.”

    Jim’s smile brightened. “Yeah? Me too.”

    “How about I show you?”

    And Spock pulled him close, lips gentle on his.  

  • Flash Fic 05/07/2020

    Surprise! Wasn’t really going to do a Mother’s Day post because I have Eveninstar’s birthday fic scheduled that day. But decided, we could all use a little extra Spirk and though it’s a few days early, here it is…

    Jim knew didn’t understand at all his desire to visit Spock’s mother with him. At first, he had flat out vocalized his opposition. Although perhaps opposition wasn’t entirely accurate.

    “My mother has never expressed an interest or desire in celebrating any such occasion.”

    “I’m guessing she wouldn’t be blatant about it, Spock.”

    “She accepted life on Vulcan and all that comes with it when she chose to marry my father.”

    “Yeah. I know. But I think this will be nice.”

    Spock didn’t sigh, but it was an almost thing.

    Since they had plans to visit Vulcan and Spock’s parents anyway, Jim had decided this would be a very good time for it.

    So, he had carefully packed for it, including wrapped presents for Spock’s mother. He was aware his bondmate thought it all completely illogical and the consideration of it even without merit.

    But Jim was having none of it.

    Sarek and Amanda greeted them in their home. Sarek, stoically, of course, Amanda les so.

    After they were settled into the room where they would be staying for the next couple of weeks, Jim went into his suitcase for the presents he had brought.

    Spock looked over his shoulder. “You wasted the effort, Jim.”

    He smiled. “We’ll see.”

    They made their way back out to the living room area where they were going to sit and have refreshments and “get caught up” as Amanda put it.

    Amanda was seated in what she had earlier told Jim was her favorite chair. She smiled when he and Spock came out and joined them.

    “Oh. What do you have there, Jim?” she asked, her curiosity showing.

    “Well. Actually, Amanda, they’re for you.”

    “For me?”

    “Since my own mother has passed on, I thought it would be appropriate and nice to honor you for Mother’s Day.”

    Her eyes widened slightly. “It is Mother’s Day, isn’t it? How lovely.”

    Jim handed the two wrapped packages to her.

    Amanda laughed. “I can’t remember the last time I had presents.”

    Jim noticed the stiffening in Spock’s shoulders and Sarek’s pursed lips. He ignored both of them and sat by Amanda to watch her open the gifts.

    The first was a simple box of chocolates, but she seemed very pleased and glanced at her husband.

    “You stay away from my chocolates, husband.”

    Sarek humphed which made her laugh.

    Then she opened the second and took out a cloisonné bangle bracelet. She gasped. “Oh, Jim, it’s just beautiful.”

    He smiled and glanced toward Spock. “It’s from both of us, of course.”

    She smiled, sharing a look with him. “Of course. Thank you both so much. This was an absolute wonderful surprise. I feel incredibly spoiled.

    Later…

    As they prepared for bed.

    “Jim?”

    “Yes, Spock?”

    “You were, perhaps, right and I was, perhaps, wrong.” “It’s okay, Spock, it does happen once in a while.”  

  • Flash Fic, May 04, 2020

    Spock was surprised…shocked even…to find Jim sitting on the ground, in the dirt. His face was streaked with dirt and tear tracks. His legs were bent at the knees, drawn up protectively to his chest. One pant leg was torn at the knee and Spock could see Jim’s knee was bleeding.

    “Jim.”

    “I scraped my knee.”

    “I…see that. Jim…what is it? Why are you just sitting there on the ground?”

    “It hurt.”

    Spock dropped to his haunches and put his hand on Jim’s face, gently turning that face to look at Spock.

    “I am certain that it does. And I am sorry.”

    Jim nodded. But he made no move to get up.

    “Can you come with me? I will get the doctor to look at your knee. We will get it and you all cleaned up and it won’t hurt anymore.”

    “It’s all so much.”

    “I know. But if you come with me, all will be well again. I promise.”

    Jim stared at his torn knee. “Shouldn’t hurt so much.”

    But then he put his hand in Spock’s and Spock stood, drawing Jim to his feet.

    Spock took out his communicator. “Two to beam up.”

    When they appeared on the transporter, McCoy rushed forward to take hold of Jim, who clearly looked confused.

    “What’s wrong with him?” McCoy demanded. “What happened?”

    “I do not know.”

    “He looks…Jim, can you tell me how old you are?” McCoy asked.

    Jim blinked. “Fifteen.”

    “Well, that’s just…”

    Nyota came forward, smiling at Jim. “Hello, Jim. I’m going to take you to the medbay, okay? Anywhere else hurt besides your knee?”

    “No. Um. Well. My head. Where is this? Who are all of you?”

    • okay yes, this one I did on purpose! HA HA

  • Flash Fic May 01, 2020

    A continuation of the Flash on April 6, 2020

    Jim, the human boy, was skittish, and Spock supposed he could not blame him, considering what Spock had learned had happened to him. And to the others.

    Not that there were a lot of survivors that had been brought to Vulcan. And most that were, were young like Jim.

    This human boy jumped at everything, which cause Spock to feel sorry for him. He had obviously been through a lot.

    “Come, Jim. It is only a little farther.”

    Jim’s steps faltered. “Where?”

    “My home. As I said, you can bathe and eat and become warm again.”

    Jim shivered though it was not cold. “Not sure I will ever be warm.”

    “You will be safe there,” Spock promised.

    “Your house?”

    “Yes, Jim.”

    “And I get to stay there?” he asked shyly.

    “Yes.”

    Jim took a step forward, then stopped again. “You sure?”

    Spock nodded. “My father has a habit of fostering children. There is already an older human female in our household. My mother is human. Do not worry, you will be welcome.”

    But still Jim hesitated so Spock reached out his hand in a gesture probably most Vulcans would not do. But Spock was not most.

    Jim blinked and put his hand in Spock’s and Spock led him to the house and inside.

  • Flash Fic, 04/29/2020

    Jim used his bare big toe to poke Bones under the table where they sat eating breakfast. Well, if a huge plate of cinnamon rolls counted as breakfast. To Jim, it totally did. Jim still wore his pajama bottoms and a tank top, though Bones was fully dressed.

    “Do you know what day it is?” 

    Bones scowled over the rim of his coffee. “April 29th.”

    “Well, yeah, obviously. And a Saturday, too. Before you add that.”

    Bones smirked and popped gooey cinnamon roll bits into his mouth. “These are wicked good. Where’d you get them?”

    “Get them?”

    “What bakery?”

    “They’re home made.”

    “There’s no way you made these. You cook with two feet.”

    Jim rolled his eyes. “Do not. And no, I didn’t. They were made for my anniversary.” He grinned.

    “Anniversary? Of what?”

    “The day Pike talked me into enlisting in Starfleet, of course.”

    “Oh, of course,” Bones said, sarcastically. “Why didn’t I mark that on the calendar?”

    “Why indeed.”

    There was a knock on their door. Jim wiped his mouth on a napkin, rose and opened the door.

    “Good morning.” Jim leaned in for a quick kiss.

    “Good morning,” was the murmured response.

    Jim returned to the table.

    “Doctor. Are you enjoying the cinnamon rolls I made for Jim?”

    Bones choked and stared at Spock with wide eyes. “You made them?”

    “Of course Spock did! You didn’t make me anything.”

    “Spare me.” Bones sighed. “But okay, yes, Spock, you made fantastic tasting cinnamon rolls.”

    “Thank you, doctor. And they are from a vegan recipe.”

    “Well, then, doubly impressive.” Bones got up from the table. “I should get to class.”

    Jim looked at him quizzically. “It’s Saturday, there’s no class.”

    “Still going,” Bones called, as he grabbed a coat and went out the door.

    Jim snorted. “Sorry about that.”

    “It is fine. In fact, I have the perfect solution for the doctor being uncomfortable.”

    “Oh yeah? What?” Jim picked up a cinnamon roll and offered a bite to Spock, who took it.

    “Move in with me,” Spock answered, after chewing and swallowing.

    “Oh, that is perfect. I say yes.” He kissed Spock again and then made a yummy noise. “Mmm. Frosting.”

  • Flash Fic, April 27, 2020

    Spock found his captain ruminating on the observation deck, where he could usually be found after a problematic mission. Fewer missions were these days, Spock mused. The crew and her officers being far more experienced than their first years. Still, like now, there were times when missions went terribly wrong.

    “Hi, Spock.”

    He was not surprised Jim knew of his presence even before his footsteps sounded on the floor in approach. Their link was strong, deep, and impenetrable by outside forces now.

    “Doctor McCoy advised you insisted on being released.”

    “Nothing wrong with me that a few days of sleep won’t cure.”

    “Jim, the mission…”

    “I know, babe. It’s just…that one was a little rough.”

    “Ensign Davers was quite young.”

    “Yeah. And will never get older now.” Jim sighed. Turned to look at Spock. “I’m grateful you’re safe.”

    “As I am filled with gratitude for your apparent health.” Spock paused. “Come to our quarters. It has been too long since you’ve had anything proper to eat. And you could use a shower.”

    “Saying I smell?”

    “Certainly not. But your muscles are ill-used. I would like to pamper you. Cleanse you. Take care of you.”

    Jim blinked rapidly and Spock knew he was trying to keep the moisture that threatened at bay. He didn’t hesitate any longer. He pulled his husband close, wrapping his arms around Jim and holding him as tightly as he dared.

    “Thank you,” Jim whispered. “I love you. So much.”

    Spock closed his eyes. “I love you too.”

  • Flash Fic, 04/24/2020

    A Conversation

    “Are you angry?”

    “No. Not anymore. You?”

    “My ire has significantly decreased.”

    “Now see how can I stay mad when your Vulcan snootiness is such a turn on.”

    “Jim.”

    “Well. I can hardly be blamed. You’re the hottest thing on two legs. Not that I’ve had anything on four legs.”

    “Jim…”

    “Lately. Totally kidding. Oh now I’m getting your best snooty look. You did that on purpose to make me hotter.”

    “If your temperature is elevated—”

    “Oh it’s elevated buddy. And so is something else.”

    “We had better go to the mess room.”

    “Huh? For what?”

    “Crackers to go with your cheese.”

    “Oh. My. God. You just made a joke. Come here and kiss me.”

    “You are impossible.”

    “Impossible not to love.  Come on. Admit it.”

    “I refuse to respond.”

    “Afraid of incriminating yourself, huh?”

    “Indeed. You spoke of kissing.”

    “To make up. From our fight. And we can go beyond kissing too. If we want.”

    “We do.”
      

  • Flash Fic 04/22/2020

    “Can we get a dog?”

    “No.”

    “Ah, come on, Spock,” Jim whined as they walked along the streets heading for their newly acquired apartment. “That dog we just saw was so damn cute.”

    “Jim, we’ll be living in a high-rise apartment, a dog needs…”

    “I’ll walk him. Like four times a day.” Jim paused. “Or her.”

    “And when will you find time for that?” Spock asked wryly.

    “I’m semi-retired.”

    “Emphasis on the semi. Jim, I will be spending the better part of my days acting as an instructor at the academy and you will be working at HQ. You know there will be demands on your time.”

    “I’ll hire a dog walker for those times we can’t walk the dog.”

    Spock stopped, turned to Jim, and sighed. “You are very difficult to deal with when you are determined.”

    Jim smiled. “You just figured that out after all this time, honey?”

    “You do try my patience.”

    “That’s why you adore me so.”

    Spock’s lips twitched. “I adore you in spite of it.”

    “Says you. So? Can we get the dog?”

    “I do not know why you ask me when you have already made up your mind.”

    “It gives me emotional security. Come on. Let’s go get that dog.”

  • Flash Fic, April 20, 2020

    The door slammed shut behind Jim making him wince. He didn’t miss the way Spock’s back stiffened around the shoulders.

    “Uh, sorry. Didn’t know it was going to do that.” He sidled up beside Spock, who was looking out at the yard, though Jim wasn’t really sure what there was to look at. Nothing but dirt for miles.

    This place was…desolate to say the least. And the sooner they could get off this wreck of a planet and back up to the Enterprise, the better.

    “You…okay?”

    “Of course, Captain.”

    Whenever Spock used that snooty tone, well, Jim was torn between two things. Being turned on, okay, well, with Spock there was always an element of that, and knowing he was in big fat trouble.

    “What they said in there.”

    “Is this when you tell me they didn’t mean it?” Spock’s voice was as cold as a glacier.    

    “No. They meant it. And it was cruel and nasty and unacceptable. I won’t tolerate xenophobia or their disrespect to you.”

    Spock turned to look at him. “Captain…”

    Jim shook his head. “Every one of them is going to have a mark on their record. If we get out of this.”

    “We will get out of this.”

    He smiled a little. “I know. And the first Space Station we can reach, I’m getting rid of Hanson. I’ve already told him.”

    “The appearance of…”

    “This has nothing to do with our personal relationship, Spock. You’re my first officer as well as my science officer. A brilliant member of Starfleet. You deserve respect and nothing less.”

    “Very well.”

    Jim put his hand on Spock’s arm. “And this is coming from me…Jim. The guy who is crazy in love with you. I’m really sorry they said that shit to you and hurt you. I really want to kick their asses.”

    Spock’s lips turned upward just a bit. “T’hy’la.”

    “No, I mean it. Fuckers. I wish I could take every one of them out. But I can’t.”

    Spock nodded. “I know.”

    “When we get home, I want to wrap myself around you and hold you forever.” He paused. “Or at least until we have to go on shift.”

    “I would like that very much,” Spock said softly. “I am used to behavior such as theirs.”

    “I know. And I hate that you have to be used to it.” Jim put his hand on Spock’s face. “Let’s get to work. I can’t wait to get off this rock.”

    “Agreed, Captain.”

    And they turned to go back into the shack to figure out how to return to the Enterprise.