Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Category: Flash Fic

  • Flash Wednesday, September 04, 2019

    As you will see, things do not go so well for our clueless Vulcan. Wonder what’s up!

    After he left Nyota’s quarters, Spock went to their captain’s, but there had been no answer. Spock felt a mixture of relief and disappointment. He was not certain he was at all prepared to acknowledge the possibility that Nyota’s speculation might be correct. But he also found those occasions when he spent time with the captain to be preferable to making do with merely himself.

    He had not made any specific plans to see Jim, however, anticipating spending his evening with Nyota, so he had no right to feel that Jim should have been there to see Spock.

    The next morning, Spock stopped by the captain’s quarters as was his usual practice on the way to the mess for breakfast. There was no response to his attempt to rouse his captain.

    With a slight frown, Spock stepped over to the computer on the wall. “Computer, locate Captain James Kirk.”

    “Captain Kirk is in the mess room, Deck 7.”

    Spock knew that he was not late, but knowing Jim’s sleep patterns were often not ideal, he made his way to Deck 7 and the mess.

    There he found Jim sitting in a corner at a table reserved for only two, which was not at all his usual practice. But as Spock approached, Jim’s gaze flicked up to Spock’s face and it gave Spock no little pause.   

    There was absolute blankness there. Not sorrow, not anger, not happiness. No emotion at all. Which was also unlike Jim.  

    Still, Spock was used to both having breakfast with Jim and his mood swings, so he made to take the seat opposite Jim.

    “Good morning, Captain.”

    He expected Jim’s usual banter or perhaps a reminder to call him Jim, but instead he got a curt, “Commander.”

    Spock’s uneasiness grew, but he quelled it for the moment. “I was surprised you had already left for breakfast.”

    “Were you?”

    “You generally wait for me.”

    The captain nodded. “Didn’t feel the need. And I’m done, actually, so if you’ll excuse me…”

    His gaze swept over Jim’s mostly untouched food. Jim never left food. Not long after their fight with Krall, while still on Yorktown, Jim had confessed to Spock one night over chess that he’d been on Tarsus and wasting food was anathema to him.  

    “Jim…”

    But the captain was standing and pushing back his chair. “I’ll see you the bridge, Mister Spock.”

    Spock nodded, tamping down his unease once more. “Chess to—”

    “No.”

    “You are busy?”

    “No. I just don’t want to. Bridge, Mister Spock.”

    And then Jim was gone and Spock was left staring at his uneaten food.       

  • In an Effort to Keep You Informed

    Tomorrow, the next chapter of The Vulcan Who Fell to the Earth (Stranded 3) will be going up.

    Artwork Courtesy of MyLochKatee

    Friday is one of my absolute favorite flashes I have written lately (maybe ever). Had so much fun with it.

    Then comes up the long weekend. Hollywood Bowl is Saturday and family stuff and chilling and dealing with all the garage stuff. I am going to be working on getting November Friday Flashes settled. So don’t expect much in the way of updates over the weekend.

    Next up in updates for next week are Didn’t We Almost Have it All and The Space in My Bed. Friday, September 06th begins the start of September’s Song Flashes. Wednesday will also have the continuation of the Wednesday flashes.

    I had thoughts of taking a different walk around for my Walk With Me post for August, but I just didn’t get the chance. Life got in the way. I did do a post earlier in the month, so we’ll see what I can do with the walks in September.

    Also in the month of September I will be experimenting with cheesecake recipes. (Plain New York Style this time)

    In general what do I have to do writing-wise, I still need to finish my OMS story (don’t expect anything long folks) so it’s ready for November, and get cracking on that Christmas Jim/Prime story. I still haven’t decided if there will be other Christmas/Holiday related fare other than a few flashes. We’ll see if inspiration strikes. There may be a sequel in there somewhere for How to Survive the Winter Break With a Vulcan Instructor.

    PS. My Devotion was updated

  • Flash Fic Wednesday, August 28, 2019

    And so another multiple part flash begins

    This one starring our clueless Vulcan

    “Do not be ridiculous, Nyota. I am most certainly not in love with the captain.”

    Nyota smirked at Spock. “No?”

    “Of course not. He is my friend and superior officer and that is it.”

    They had been approaching her quarters when she had made the suggestion that he viewed their captain with a lot more than just friendly affection. They stepped inside, Spock glad they were no longer in the corridor where anyone could hear them.

    “You two are practically joined at the hip. He can’t stop touching you and you let him. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

    Spock paused as he took a seat on the sofa in her room. “Does that bother you?”

    “No.” She went to her wardrobe. “I mean sure it did a little when we were still together, but honestly, that was part of why I ended our romantic relationship.” She unzipped her dress.

    “You did not tell me this.”

    “Spock, at the time I was dealing with the end of our love. Well, that kind of love. If you couldn’t figure out it was Kirk you loved, why should I tell you?” Nyota slipped out of her uniform dress and pulled on a robe, which she tied at the waist. “But now it’s been months, Spock, and you still haven’t faced the truth.”

    Spock thought about his interactions with the captain. He did look upon Jim with a great deal of affection, but surely it was just as a…a friend.

    “Do you remember how jealous you got at that bar on Fenrah 2? You actually put yourself between Kirk and that woman.”

    “Her intentions were questionable in nature and as first officer—”

    “She just wanted to fuck him, Spock.”

    “It was my duty to protect him from harm.”

    “Honey, you are a very logical being. Think about it. Think deep. Your wanting to protect him from paramours has nothing to do with your duty. You want him for yourself and you hate the idea of anyone else with him.”

    Spock opened his mouth, closed it. Was it true? His counterpart had implied he was close with his captain, but he had never said…of course he was quite tight-lipped. And Spock had been with Nyota. There had been no reason to believe their timeline would necessarily mirror the ambassador’s.

    “You’re always defending him to others, too. And Spock, you aren’t at all comfortable with anyone else touching you except him.” She sat beside him and smiled. “And me, of course. But I’m your former lover and he’s the one you want now. It makes sense.”

    Spock swallowed heavily. “How do I…but he does not…”

    Nyota laughed.  “Oh yes he does. Trust me. He’s crazy about you.”

    “I do not know how to have that conversation.”

    “You’ll find a way, Spock.”

  • Flash Fic Friday, August 23, 2019

    Hands suddenly covered Spock’s eyes so he could no longer see the book he had been reading.

    “Guess who?”

    Spock covered the hands with his own, removed them from covering his vision, and turned. “Jim!”

    Jim laughed. “Good guess. Well, especially since you were looking right at me.” He thrust Spock’s book aside. Spock suddenly had a lap full of Jim. “Hiya, sweetheart.”

    Spock put his arms around Jim. “I thought you were not returning from the conference for two more days.”

    “I got bored, so I left early.” Jim glanced around their yard where Spock sat in a Adirondack chair. “You’re not too cold out here?”

    “I have my blanket. And I was thinking of returning inside.”

    Jim snuggled close to him. “I’ll warm you up.”

    Spock accepted the snuggling. “I had intended to make you dinner when you were back in two days for our…”

    “Our?” Jim prompted.

    “Anniversary,” Spock admitted, blushing.

    Jim scrunched up his face. “Our…but we bonded in December. And we got married in January.”

    Spock sighed, blushing more. “The anniversary of when I first realized I was in love with you.”

    “Oh.” Jim stared at him.

    “Ridiculous, I know. Never mind. It was a stupid notion.”

    “Oh, honey! No.” Jim put his hands on Spock’s face. “I love that. I love you. I was just…taken aback. Because you are never particularly romantic.” Jim leaned in and kissed him. “And that’s just…wow.”

    Spock smiled slightly when Jim pulled away. “I haven’t cooked you dinner yet. It might be terrible.”

    “Eh. We can make it together.” Jim got off Spock’s lap and reached down to pull Spock up. “Let’s go inside. I can’t wait to show you just how much I missed you.”

  • Super Flash 4

    Please see Super Flash 3 before reading this (and Super Flash 1 and 2)

    The last of the super flashes before their story continues beginning October 04, 2019 and continuing every Friday through December 27, 2019.

    Hopefully I have you eagerly waiting for more!

    Spock got closer again and immediately reached for the hand he had been holding before. “Is this all right?”

    “Very.” Jim searched Spock’s eyes. “I thought…I mean when I said I loved you, well, you didn’t say it back.”

    “You did not allow me to finish. I merely thought it was not the time for us to declare such deep feelings. I never intended to imply I didn’t feel them.” Spock paused. “Jim, everyone on the ship knows of my affection for you, how could you not?”

    Jim opened and closed his mouth. Opened it again. “Uh. I don’t know. When were you going to tell me?”

    “When it became relevant. As it just did.”

    Jim rolled his eyes. At least they didn’t hurt. “Not funny by the way.”

    Spock leaned in to kiss him again. “I apologize,” he murmured, kissing Jim’s lips softly.

    “Is this real?” Jim asked, breathlessly.

    “Yes, ashayam.”

    “Okay, break it up, you space boyfriends.” Bones pushed Spock aside and gave Jim a shot.

    Jim winced, but honestly the pain wracking his body was worse than any shot pain. “Thanks. I think.”

    Bones smoothed the hair off Jim’s forehead. “You’re lucky to be here. We’re lucky you are.”

    “That bad huh?”

    Bones glanced Spock’s way and then back to Jim. “Worse. This doesn’t leave this room or the three of us, but let’s just say I was lucky to have a serum or two left from a certain someone.”

    Jim frowned. “Khan?”

    Bones nodded.

    “It was still good?”

    “Kept it in deep freeze and yeah. Stuff is practically indestructible. But you aren’t. So cut it out, will ya?”

    Jim breathed out, glad it didn’t hurt quite as much as before thanks to Bones’ happy shot. “What’s the bad news then?”

    Spock stepped forward. “We were forced to inform Starfleet Command of your injuries, Captain.”

    “And?”

    “Komack wants you to take a leave,” Bones said.

    “What?”

    “A leave of at least three months,” Spock explained. “Your choice of locations.”

    Jim’s jaw tightened. “This is bullshit. He can’t take my command away from me!”

    “He’s not, Jim. He’s not. No one is being named captain in your place.” Bones patted his shoulder. “Jim, I am telling you, your injuries were bad. You’re not even getting out of this bed for another three weeks.” He held up his hand. “No arguments. None. I’ve had it, Jim.”

    Jim bit his lip.

    Spock reached for and took Jim’s hand in his as Bones stepped back. “Jim. The Enterprise will be out of commission for those three months. It will be a leave for all of us. Considering the missions we have endured lately, it was highly recommended. And the ship can use some repairs, according to Mr. Scott.”

    “So they really aren’t replacing me?”

    “They are not. They could not. The crew would mutiny and I have no desire to command while you are away. I hope to spend your leave with you.”

    Jim closed his eyes and sighed. “Okay.”

    “Do you know where you wish to spend that leave?”

    “No,” Jim admitted, opening his eyes to look at Spock. “I can’t believe you’re really here. And that you’re saying all these wonderful things.”

    “I am grateful you are here. Doctor McCoy did not exaggerate, Jim. If you had died…”

    “I didn’t,” Jim said softly.

    “Rest now, ashayam. We have time to decide where our leave will be.”

    Jim smiled, feeling suddenly rather loopy. “And to start our life together.”

    “Indeed.” Spock leaned down to kiss him once more. “Taluhk nash-veh k’dular.”

    Jim’s eyes drifted close. “What…does…that…mean?”

    Warm lips on his forehead.

    “You are cherished.”

  • Super Flash 3

    Hello there

    There is still one more part to this. And then…surprise surprise, this is the Kirk and Spock you get to read about for every Friday Flash in October, November and December.

    You will love them.

    You are welcome.

    When Jim first woke up, the sound of medbay machinery irritating to his ears, he thought perhaps he had died after all. For there was a warm hand holding his so tenderly. But then his entire body throbbed with excruciating pain that had him sucking in a sharp breath.

    “Not dead then.”

    His hand was quickly released and then Spock’s face hovered over his, leaning in. “Jim? Jim, are you awake?”

    “Obviously,” Jim muttered. Spock’s face was so close to his they could have kissed. Jim didn’t though. He opened his mouth to speak more when Spock’s mouth covered his. “Mmph.”

    Spock pulled back, but not far. “I apologize. I was overcome.”

    Despite the pain wracking his body, Jim smiled. “You can become overcome any time.”

    “Jim, I…” And then he was kissing Jim again.

    A throat cleared.

    Spock pulled back again, but this time straightened away from Jim.

    “Jim, thank God. Chapel told me Spock was attacking you.”

    “I was not attacking the captain.”

    Bones waved this away and peered down at Jim. “Damn it, Jim. You scared the bejesus out of us.”

    “Sorry. I…”

    “Be quiet. I’m giving you a lecture. You almost died on us three times since Spock got you back to the ship. Not cool, Jimmy. Not cool at all. Spock and I, not to mention everyone else, almost had heart attacks. We’re too old for this crap.”

    “Hurts.”

    Bones’ eyes softened. “I’m not surprised. And there’s some bad news, at least you’ll think so. I think it’s warranted. But let me get you something for the pain. I’ll leave you with the lovesick Vulcan for the moment. Be right back.”

  • Super Flash 2

    “Captain. Are you all right? Captain?”

    Jim came to with the sound of Spock’s question ringing in his ears. The pain was almost unbearable. He clutched at Spock, who suddenly hovered over him.

    “Spock…God, it’s…I can’t.”

    “Hang on, Captain. Help is on its way.”

    “Don’t…” Jim sucked in a breath. “Not going to…”

    “You will. It will not be long.”

    “No. Spock…I-I’m sorry. I wish…”

    “Jim! Jim! No. Jim. Jim.”

  • Flash Fic Friday, August 16, 2019

    This takes place after the mission, but before The Motion Picture. TOS, obviously.

    Jim nodded. “Okay. So.”

    “So,” Spock repeated, tonelessly.

    Jim looked behind him at the crowd bustling past them in the shuttle bay. Going about their business without thought to anyone else. Certainly not an idiot Human and an awkward Vulcan.

    “Guess.” He cleared his throat. “Guess I should let you be on your way. Don’t want you to miss your shuttle.”

    “Yes.” Spock moved to turn around.

    “Goodbye, Spock. Good luck with everything.”

    Spock looked back at Jim. “And you as well, Captain.”

    Jim smiled faintly. “Jim. You’re not even in Starfleet anymore.”

    “That is true,” Spock acknowledged. “Jim.”

    “Give my best to your parents.”

    “And to yours.”

    “Will do.”

    This time when Spock turned around, Jim didn’t say anything to stop him. But he did watch his former first officer’s retreating figure until he could no longer see him.

    Everything was changing, Jim mused. He was no longer in command of the Enterprise, which was being redone anyway. They’d just promoted Will Decker to Captain and it was his ship now. Jim had been promoted. Basically against his will. But it was what it was.

    Bones had retired. Soon Jim’s crew would be scattered all over the galaxy.

    And Spock?

    Kolinahr, from what he’d said.

    Purging oneself from every emotion made some sick sort of sense at the moment, Jim thought, as he turned to leave.

    As he caught transport back to HQ, Jim tried to forget the sight of the marks he’d left all over Spock’s skin the very night before.

    As Spock would say, Kaiidth.  

  • Flash Fic Friday, August 09, 2019

    It felt good to be waiting to meet with Jim, Leonard thought, as he waited in his seat at the restaurant he’d arranged to meet Jim in while Leonard was briefly in San Francisco.

    He hadn’t seen Jim since the last time he’d been there, a year ago, when Leonard had left Starfleet to return to Georgia to set up private practice and finally stay grounded on Earth, where he could attempt to have a relationship with his daughter.

    But he’d come to San Francisco to pick up some medical equipment he needed in person, and honestly, it had made for the perfect excuse to catch up with Jim.

    Just then the door to the restaurant flew open and Jim breezed in, literally, as it was quite windy outside, and his friend came in with a gust.

    Jim was laughing, his face lit up by a smile, which was great to see, honestly.

    Leonard stood and motioned him over, pulling Jim into a tight hug. “God, it’s great to see you.”

    “And you.”

    “Sit.” Leonard gestured. “Wow, you look—”

    “Fat? Ugly?” Jim joked.

    “Gorgeous, actually.”

    And it was true. Jim looked well rested, tanned, his blue eyes sparkling. He wore a burgundy long-sleeved T-shirt that seemed molded to him, and his slacks, black dress ones, looked pressed and expensive.

    Jim laughed again, and Leonard was struck how he seemed…happy. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were flirting with me.”

    “You do know better,” Leonard said, dryly. “I took the liberty of ordering us a bottle of wine. Should be here any time.”

    “Fantastic. And speaking of, you look pretty good yourself. Leaving Starfleet agrees with you.”

    “Are the rumors true?”

    “True?”

    At the moment the wine sommelier arrived with their bottle and for the next five minutes they were occupied with tasting and then pouring glasses for each of them.

    “Back to rumors,” Leonard said. “I’ve heard through sources that they’re finally going to make you a full admiral, Commodore.”

    “Oh that.”

    He snorted. “You say that like it’s nothing. You’re a big deal, Jim.”

    “If you say so. And yeah, I guess they are true. I’m torn. Part of me wishes I could go up again, command of a ship—”

    “Ten years wasn’t enough?”

    “Oh, hardly. Anyway, I guess they want old men like me to be in charge of the brash young ones.”

    “Which you were at one time.”

    Jim sipped his wine. “Mm. Great choice.”

    “Glad you approve. Still in that apartment?”

    “Sure am.”

    “Big place for just you.” Leonard shook his head.

    “It’s not that big and who says it’s just me?”

    Leonard lowered his glass to the table. “Damn! You’re with someone?”

    Jim blushed. “Well.”

    “No wonder you look so damn happy!” Leonard grinned and slapped the table. “That is good news. Great news in fact. I never thought you’d settle down, Jimmy boy. When did this happen?”

    “Well.”

    “Is that all you can say? Within the last year, I’d guess.”

    Jim shifted. “Little longer.”

    Leonard frowned. “You were with her when I saw you last year?”

    Jim grimaced.

    “Longer?”

    Jim nodded.

    “But…wait. You were together on the Enterprise?”

    “Yeah.”

    “How in the world were you with someone on the Enterprise and I didn’t know?”

    Jim was bright red. “We kept it a secret, Bones. For, um, for a while, actually.”

    “How long?” Leonard asked, dumbfounded.

    “Last three years of the mission.”

    “Plus this whole last year?”

    Jim nodded.

    Leonard felt hurt. He supposed he didn’t have a right, but…he did. “Why wouldn’t you tell me? Was she an ensign?”

    “No. God. No. Nothing like that. For a long time, we just, it was so weird for us, everything, and I wasn’t even sure if I could get it right, Bones. And then we did and it was so private and intimate between us that for a long time neither of us wanted to spoil it.”

    “Okay. Okay. Maybe. I get that. But what about the last year?”

    Jim winced. “Well. Um. Actually, Bones, who I’m with, well, I included them for dinner. And uh—”

    The door opened to the restaurant and Leonard turned around to look. Standing there, looking windswept, was Spock.

    For a moment, Leonard’s brain didn’t catch up, and he wondered what Spock was doing there, and what a coincidence that he would be at the same restaurant he and Jim met at, but then Spock looked in their direction and walked toward them.

    And it all made a strange sort of sense that he didn’t even think about before, but now, it was all he could think of. Yes. Of course. Spock. “Bones,” Jim said with a smile as he took Spock’s hand. “Spock is my husband.”