Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Category: Flash Fic

  • Flash Fic Friday, August 02, 2019

    Jim reads fan-fiction about K/S and Spock catches him (thanks for the prompt ES, was a fun one)

    “What are you doing, Captain?”

    Jim jumped what surely was ten feet in the air. “Spock! Shit! You scared the crap out of me.”

    Spock frowned at Jim, who was sitting tucked away way in the corner on a couch in the mostly empty recreation room. “Why would you be frightened?”

    “Well. Not scared. I know you aren’t going to strangle me or anything. Not this time.” He winked and was pleased when Spock’s cheeks turned green. He then looked guiltily down at his PADD. “Um. I-I was reading.”

    “Reports? If you are behind, I can assist you.”

    “No. No. Not reports. Something…something else.”

    There went the head tilt. “You read ‘real books’ as you call them when you read for pleasure. Is there some troublesome matter at home that you received a message?”

    “No.” Jim put the PADD face down on the table, feeling very embarrassed and definitely flustered and frankly a bit turned on. “Stuff online.”

    “Online.”

    “There’s this site where, um, people write things.” Jim rubbed the back of his neck. “There’s-there’s a section about us.”

    “The Enterprise?”

    He traced his lips with his tongue. “No. Us. You and me.”

    Spock stared. Suddenly he reached for Jim’s PADD before Jim could stop him. Spock glanced at the screen. Then at Jim, then back at the screen.

    “I am not even certain that is possible.”

    “Well.”

    Spock shook his head. “And I certainly do not have…” He stopped and looked reproachfully at Jim. “Which, of course, you know.”

    Jim shrugged guiltily. “I know. But, well, it, they, it’s kind of fascinating.”

    “Fascinating.”

    “And hot.”

    “But, Jim, they have invented parts of me that I simply do not—”

    “I know.” Jim grinned. “Believe me I know.”

    Spock gave him another look. “They do seem to have your character down correctly.”

    Jim narrowed his eyes. “How so?”

    “The begging, the whimpering, and the—”

    Jim snatched his PADD back. “Okay. Enough of that. It’s time to quit and go to bed.”

    Spock took the PADD back, swiped his finger over the screen, and then handed it back to Jim, who noticed the page had disappeared, and it was back to his Starfleet homepage. “That is enough of that.”

    “Spoilsport.”

    “If you want to know about the ways we ‘get it on’, you will only have to wait ten minutes until we reach our quarters.”

    Jim grinned. “I know.” They fell into step beside each other. “I don’t beg.”

    Spock arched a brow.

    “Much.”

  • Flash Fic, July 26, 2019

    When I mentioned doing a Christmas flash for the Pinto Regency boys, JJ mentioned Christmas in July as a hint that she would love a Flash for this month as well. Enjoy.

    I wasn’t surprised to see him riding out toward my spot on the grass. I expected he would join me at some point. But I was surprised at how quickly he appeared.

    Zachary was an elegant rider, beautiful and masculine, and today he was dressed all in chestnut brown which seemed to match the color of his big stallion. He jumped off as soon as he stopped next to me, tying his horse to the nearest tree, next to the horse I’d left there.

    He grinned down at me. “You’ve taken your boots off, young Lord Christopher. How scandalous.”

    I chuckled. “There’s no one around for miles and this is your own estate. I think going barefoot should be permitted.”

    He dropped down next to me on the blanket, on his knees, and to my delighted surprise, his mouth covered mine in a deep, breath-stealing kiss.

    “Zach,” I breathed out when he broke away. “I thought you said we dare not.”

    He flopped down on his back then, to gaze up at the afternoon sun. “As you said, there’s no one here. No one but us. I’ve even sent the staff away.”

    “Did you finish your estate work?”

    “Yes. All finished. Well, until day after tomorrow anyway. The rest of the day is ours.”

    “And night.”

    “Mm. Mrs. Hatchett has left us a roasted chicken for supper. And I am sure I can throw together some things to accompany it.”

    “Sounds like heaven,” I admitted. I turned over on my stomach and rested my hand on his, over his coat. “I wish we never had to leave. This place is glorious.”

    “What makes it glorious is being here with you. I’ve been here dozens of times, over years of my life, and believe me, it wasn’t near as glorious.”

    I smiled and glanced around, but saw nothing and no one. Except a bird or two flying overhead. I leaned over and placed my mouth on his, feeling the rough stubble on his face. He tasted vaguely of whiskey and tobacco, but somehow it was not at all unpleasant.

    His hand came up to hold my jaw in place as he increased the pressure of our lips. His tongue darted out to swipe against mine and I moaned low.

    Zach released my jaw then and sighed. “Let’s go back to the house and continue this more privately.”

    “All right,” I agreed, readily.

    “Unless you’ve been enjoying the sun out here. It can wait if you wish.”

    I shook my head and straightened up to my knees. “What I wish is to go back to the house, to our room, where you can spent the rest of what’s left of daylight ravishing me, before we have supper.”

    Zach arched a brow. “Consider yourself ravished, Lord Christopher. It will definitely be my pleasure.”

    We rose and folded up the blanket, returning to the horses, to ride back to the manor house to enjoy what remained of the day.   

  • Flash Fic Friday, July 19, 2019

    Cadet Kirk impresses Professor Spock

    “You wanted to see me, Professor?”

    Spock looked up from his laptop into the startling blue eyes of Cadet James Kirk.  “Yes, Cadet. Thank you for being punctual.”

    Kirk nodded.

    “The hypothesis you turned in.”

    The cadet frowned. “What’s wrong with it?”

    “Not a thing,” Spock said honestly. “I was unexpectedly impressed.”

    Kirk blinked. “Sir?”

    “Your intelligence is remarkable. I found myself fascinated by your findings. I could find nothing at all to suggest they weren’t exacting and frankly, spot on.”

    The hint of a smile played at Kirk’s mouth. “Thank you, Professor.”

    “I assure you the praise is warranted.” He paused. “I was surprised.”

    “Surprised,” Kirk repeated. “Uh. Why?”

    Spock thought about it. “It’s been my experience that someone with your extraordinary looks is seldom matched by an extraordinary mind.”

    The slow blink happened again and this time the hint of smile broadened to a full one. “Did you just say I had extraordinary looks?”

    Spock felt his face flush. “Well…”

    “You did. Wow.”

    He cleared his throat. “Anyway, I just wished to advise you that I haven’t ever seen such a well-thought out hypothesis since I began teaching here.”

    “Thank you again, Professor.”

    “Dismissed.”

    Kirk began to turn away, then he turned back. “It’s a shame I’m your student.”

    “How so?”

    Kirk shrugged and took a step forward. “I’d ask you out otherwise.”

    “Indeed, that is not possible as you are, in fact, my student.”

    The hinted smiled was back. “But only until the end of the semester, which is, by my calculations, over in twelve days.”

    Spock found his gaze straying to the calendar, though he certainly knew the date and how many days were left before the summer break.

    “True. However, I will be returning to Vulcan for the duration of the break.”

    “Oh.” Kirk nodded, smile slipping. “That’s too bad. Okay. See you.” He turned away again.

    Spock knew he should keep his mouth shut, but instead he called out, “Cadet?”

    He turned back.

    “You will not be my student when I return here after the break.”

    Now the smile was a grin. “That’s right. Yes. Yes. Okay then. Good to know.” He saluted then, oddly, but then Kirk was unusual.

    It was on the tip of his tongue to mention that he knew Kirk was scheduled to take the Kobayashi Maru for the third time tomorrow, but of course, Kirk knew that himself, and Spock saw no real reason to continue the conversation, therefore, this time, he let Kirk leave.    

  • Flash Fic, July 12, 2019

    The minute Jim stepped into the medbay, Bones seemed to be ready for him. He came forward immediately, took one look at Jim’s exposed shoulder, his shirt had ripped during the battle on the planet, and jammed a hypospray into it. The relief from the burning pain in his shoulder was enough that Jim didn’t even bother protesting Bones’ manhandling.

    “Bones?”

    “He’s stable. Bed four. You can go see him.”

    He started to turn in that direction.

    “Jim.”

    He looked over his shoulder.

    “Uhura’s with him.”

    Jim stopped in his tracks. Turned back toward Bones. Nodded. “I’ll see him later then. Don’t want to interrupt anything.”

    Bones smiled, and Jim detected the sympathy behind it. “Sure. Anyway, he’ll make a full recovery, so no need to be concerned.”

    “Great. Thanks, Bones. That’s good news.” Jim smiled faintly and shook his head. “This was not the way I expected the day to go when I woke up.”

    “None of us did.”

    He turned to leave the medbay.

    “Jim. Maybe you should tell him.”

    “Nah.” He shrugged. “They’ll probably get back together.”

    “Don’t think so.”

    “Injuries do that. Look what happened after Altamid. See you later.”

    The doors swooshed open and Jim headed down the corridor to the turbolift.

    “Captain! Captain, wait.”

    He stopped the turbolift door from closing as Uhura ran up to him. Her pony tail was still swinging.

    “I couldn’t help but overhear what was being said between you and Leonard. He’s right. You should tell Spock.”

    “What?” He started to shake his head.

    “Trust me. He wants to know.” She pushed him out of the turbolift and let it close in his face.

    Jim headed back to the medbay and to bed 4.

    Spock’s eyes opened at his approach. He looked even paler than normal.

    “Captain,” he said softly. “The doctor said you had left.”

    Jim smiled and reached for Spock’s hand, which closed around his. “I’m not going anywhere.”     

  • Yaoichan’s Birthday Flash

    Happy Birthday Jamie!

    The past…

    Jim rested his hand on the round bump of his stomach. Swallowing down the bile that rose to his throat, he sat down heavily in the chair in their home…his home…on New Vulcan.

    “Has passed away after a sudden illness.”

    He said the words out loud three times before they did anything but sit on his tongue.

    It could not be. How was he to do this? Raise a child he had never been sure if he could handle with Spock and now…

    (The Present) Six years later…

    “Father.”

    “Hmm?” Jim leaned up to reach into the cabinet for the colander to drain the spaghetti he was making for them.

    “There is a Vulcan at the door.”

    Jim frowned and dropped down flat on his feet, colander momentarily forgotten. He turned to stare at his son, mussy dark hair, bright blue eyes and pointy ears.

    “What?”

    George sighed. “Didn’t you hear the doorbell?”

    “No.” Jim turned off the heat under the boiling spaghetti. “Who is it?”

    “A Vulcan.”

    “Did he say his name?”

    His son nodded. “He said to tell you that his name is Spock and that you once served on the Enterprise together.” George frowned. “He looks a little like those pictures you showed me of Sa-mekh. Younger.”

    “Oh.” Jim swallowed and set the wooden spoon on the counter and walked out of the kitchen. Sure enough standing in the front hallway of their house in San Francisco stood his former first officer, Commander Spock. “Hey, Spock.”

    Spock tilted his head. “Jim.”

    George came close to Jim, so Jim put his hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Um. This is my son with um…”

    “Yes. I surmised. He resembles you.” Spock paused. “And him.”

    “Would you, um, like to stay for dinner?”

    “We’re having spaghetti with mushroom marinara,” George said, eyeing Spock curiously.

    “That does sound appealing.”

    “And garlic bread.”

    Jim smiled. “Yes. Is Uhura with you?”

    Spock shook his head. “We are…no longer together.”

    “I’m sorry.” He exhaled quietly. “Everything all right?”

    “Yes, Jim.” Spock paused again. “I…wished to see you. I hope that is okay.”

    Jim smiled. “Does that mean you’re staying for dinner?”

    Spock nodded. “It does. Thank you.”

    George stepped forward. “Want to see my toy starship?”

    Spock bent down to look at the model George offered him. “I would, indeed.”

    “I’d better put extra garlic bread on,” Jim announced. “George eats a lot.”  

  • Flash Fic, June 28, 2019

    The Crew knows (inspired by my own work meetings). This could be TOS or AOS honestly

    “Oh, God, not the snorefest,” Havers complained to his friend, Phillips. “Every month we have this damn conference with the captain where he drones on and on about shit I just don’t care about. Once I tried to skip it and I got in trouble.”

    Phillips snorted. “What I can’t stand is when he asks if there’s anything someone else wants to bring up because there always is. And usually it’s the commander. That monotone drives me nuts.”

    “Or Mr. Scott going on about some stupid engineering stuff. You know when I was in the Academy I used to like that subject but he’s pretty much killed my interest in it.”

    Phillips leaned against the wall in the corridor. “Then we’re subjected to an hour of Commander Spock gazing at Kirk like his words are drops of gold.”

    Havers laughed. “You know why, don’t you?”

    “Why?”

    “They’re doing it.”

    “Wow. Are they?”

    Havers froze at the new voice. His stomach doing a sickening flip, he and Phillips turned to see the captain himself standing there together with Spock.   

    “Uh.”

    “Perhaps it would be more produuctive to pay more attention to one’s duties, Ensign, then to participate in idle gossip,” Commander Spock said.

    Havers straightened. “We’re both lieutenants, sir.”

    Kirk smiled. “Are you?”

    “S-sir?” he stammered, feeling his face heat.

    Phillips took a step back. “Sorry, Captain. We’ll, um, we’ll get back to our duties.”

    “That would be wise,” Spock said.

    “Dismissed,” Kirk said curtly

    As Havers went to turn around he saw Kirk and Spock exchange a look, with the Vulcan raising an eyebrow and the captain smirking. There were two things he knew for sure, next time he needed to make sure the corridor was clear, and yep, they were definitely doing it.    

  • Flash Fic, June 21, 2019

    This one is based on Eveningstar’s Prompt, Jim is drunk and confesses his love to Bones, and Spock overhears.

    “This sucks.”

    “I know, Jim.”

    Jim leaned against the wall of the hotel.

    “Let’s just get you to your room, all right?”

    “Being in love with someone who hates you sucks, Bones.”

    “He doesn’t hate you.”

    “He hates me. He was going to leave the Enterprise.”

    “To make Vulcan babies. And he stayed.”

    Jim shook his head and then regretted it as the hall spun. “Not because of me. Because of her. They’re probably going to get married.”

    He started to slip from the wall to the floor, but Bones held him up. “They broke up.”

    “They’ll get back together,” Jim said, miserably. “They always do. Like a billion times. And I’ll be left with the usual broken heart.”

    “Jim.” Bones stiffened. “Stop talking.”

    “That’s easier for you to be so cold-hearted. You aren’t in love with Spo—”

    “Jim. Be quiet.” Bones practically shook him.

    Jim frowned at him and tried to push away from him only to suddenly be grabbed by—

    “I’ll take control of him, doctor.”

    Jim peered at him through hazy eyes. “Spock?”

    “Yes, Captain. I’ve got you.”

    “Listen, Spock, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Jim’s drunk and—”

    “I am aware. Go back to the party, doctor. I will see that Jim is safely in his room and will sleep it off.”

    “I don’t…fine. All right. But I’ll come by to check on you in the morning, Jim. With something for the hangover you are sure to have.”

    Somehow the floor disappeared out from under him. He grabbed onto Spock’s shoulders to keep from falling and as they entered his hotel room, Jim realized that Spock had scooped him up bridal style.

    “I can walk.”

    “Barely.”

    “You want me to walk while bare?”

    “Perhaps another time. For now you will rest.”

    Spock approached Jim’s bed and Jim put his hand on Spock’s face just as Spock appeared to be preparing to lower him to the mattress.

    “You know, you’re beautiful.”

    Spock’s mouth twitched. “Oddly enough I had the same thought.”

    Jim nodded. “You think you’re beautiful too?”

    “I think you are.”

    “Where I come from, buddy, that’s a proposal.”

    “You are from Iowa.”

    “Oh.” Jim found himself deposited on the bed.

    “You will be sleeping off your excessive alcohol. In the morning, we will be having a very long talk.”

    “Submitting your resignation?”

    Spock arched a brow. “No. I will get you some water, you will drink it, and then you will go to sleep. I will watch over you to see that there is nothing you need.”

    Jim stared at him. “Why?”

    “You know why.”

    Spock walked away and over to little kitchenette sink in the hotel room. He returned with a glass of water.

    “Drink.”

    “I’m the captain,” he mumbled.

    “Drink, Captain.”

    Jim took a sip of the water. “Why?”

    “I stayed for you.”

  • Extra Flash Fic

    I could save this for August, but well, I didn’t. Once in a while, I like to practice TOS. And warning, no happy ending.

    Jim didn’t come here a lot. Not anymore, anyway. There was a time, when he first took command of the Enterprise, after Pike, that he came to this particular area of the observation deck to reflect on the day, his own performance, his crew. How they were taking him. Did they like him, hate him, did it matter?

    Those days had long since passed and Jim was confident in his command abilities. He had proven himself often enough. And he’d found that those times he needed reflection, he could count on a conversation with Spock or Bones.

    But now? Not so much.

    For Spock was what or rather who he reflected on, and Bones, well, he didn’t feel like being judged or being given country doctor advise.

    But despite his best intentions of keeping his location a secret, Jim really wasn’t that surprised when the door swished open behind him.

    “Jim?”

    “Over here, Bones.”

    He waited for his CMO to come up beside him. He glanced briefly at him.

    “Need me for something?”

    “No.” Bones paused. “You hiding in here, Jim?”

    “And if I am?”

    “Suppose it’s all right. You’re not currently on shift.” He leaned up and then dropped down on to his heels. “I think you ought to think about rest at some point, though.”

    Jim smiled faintly. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

    “What’s eating you, Jim?” Bones put his hand on Jim’s arm. “There’s something. Was it something about Sarpeidon?”

    That Bones had zeroed in on it so quickly shouldn’t surprise him. McCoy had been by his side for a long time and had a way of figuring Jim out.

    “Maybe.”

    “You have been quiet since we returned to the Enterprise. I thought you were all right, after, but there’s something.”

    “Don’t think you’d really understand, Bones.”

    For a long time, Bones remained silent, but he continued to stare at Jim as though he was seeing directly into him. Maybe he was.

    “It’s not your experience on Sarpeidon that’s got you thinking.” Bones grimaced. “Spock?”

    Jim’s mouth thinned. Damn McCoy and his ability to read him. “Am I so transparent?”

    “Not to everyone, no. But to me? What is it, Jim?”

    “He was going to…” Jim stopped. “I don’t blame him for becoming involved.”

    “He was under the influence of—”

    “I know,” Jim cut in. “I don’t blame him. Not really.”

    “Then what?”

    Jim shrugged. “You wouldn’t understand.”

    “Try me.”

    “If not for you, if you hadn’t talked him out of it, well…Spock would have stayed there.” Jim swallowed painfully. “With…” And he couldn’t bring himself to say the name. “Her.”

    “But I did, Jim. Spock came out of it and returned here. To the ship. And her captain.”

    Jim nodded. “I told you that you wouldn’t understand.”

    Bones sighed. “I think I understand more than you realize, Jim.” He squeezed his shoulder. “Want a drink?”

    “Better not. I think I’m going to do what you suggested earlier. Get some rest. Go to sleep.”

    “Okay, Jim.”

    And he would have lingered there still, but Bones stood waiting by the exit door, clearly waiting to escort him, so with a barely repressed sigh, Jim went with McCoy, and was mildly annoyed when Bones made as though to actually drop him off at his quarters.

    “Don’t you have something better to do other than babysit me?”

    “All right, suit yourself. I do have some things in sickbay to see to. Goodnight, Jim. Try to remember that ultimately, Spock came back to himself and the ship. He didn’t stay with her.”

    But he wanted to. Or he wanted her to come with him. But that hadn’t been possible.

    Jim read the reports. McCoy’s was far more detailed. Spock had left out much, which was very unlike him, and when Jim had questioned the discrepancies, Spock had implied that he didn’t quite remember everything given that he was not himself.

    As he approached his quarters, Jim paused outside Spock’s. For a moment, he raised his hand to ask for admittance. Then he lowered it, turning away. Spock would not want to see him, not at this time, it was late, and Spock had—

    He sighed and accessed his own quarters, letting the door close and lock behind him. He eyed his desk and his terminal and all the work he needed to do. But he undressed instead and got into his night clothes, going to bed, but staring up at the dark ceiling for a long time, sleep not claiming him.

  • Flash Fic, June 07, 2019

    This is the conclusion of the fic that started with the Strip Poker, moved onto Tropical Drinks, The Beach, and now this one, Don’t Break My Heart.

    Spock felt a spark of illogical hope as Jim accompanied him back to the Enterprise. A part of him had delayed going down to Risa after Nyota had encouraged him to do so, because he had been afraid that Jim would have already secured himself temporary companionship.

    He’d been so relieved when he found that not to be the case, and indeed, the captain had been alone.

    And despite Jim’s somewhat aloof behavior, which frankly over the last few months, Spock had become used to it, Jim had admitted he shared the same romantic feelings for Spock as Spock did for him. That was a place to start anyway.

    Jim had left it up to Spock about which quarters were chosen for their talk, and ultimately, though not without trepidation, Spock chose his own. Because, as Jim had suggested, comfortable surroundings seemed pertinent just then. Though Spock was not even certain why.

    Once inside their quarters, Spock respectfully lowered the temperature to more human tolerable warmth and watched as his captain paced back and forth, looking far too out of his normal element. This began to concern Spock.

    “You-you did say my interest in you was not unwelcome,” Spock said.

    Jim moistened his lips. “It’s not. It’s just that…” He shook his head and resumed his pacing.

    “Your current behavior is concerning. If you do not share—

    “Spock, I share it. God.” He laughed and wiped his hand over his face. “I’m crazy in love with you and have been for, I don’t even know. I’m the one who called you ‘babe’, remember?”

    Spock did not allow the relief and hope to surface this time. “Then, may I inquire into the source of your reticence?”

    He was surprised when Jim suddenly sat down heavily on Spock’s bed.

    “I’m scared, Spock.”

    He stiffened at the words that were such a reminder of a trying time, but this was not the time to dwell on such unpleasant recollections.

    “Of me?” Spock dared ask, dreading the answer.

    “No. Yes.” Jim looked up and must have seen Spock’s crestfallen expression. “I don’t think you’ll physically hurt me, Spock. That’s not at all what this is about.”

    “I do not understand.”

    Jim closed his eyes. “I love you so much. I don’t know…it’s been so long, it’s hard to remember when I didn’t.”

    Spock opened his mouth to reply.

    Jim held up his hand. “I’m exaggerating. I know. But basically, until very recently, the time I’ve loved you and known you, has been while you were Uhura. And you-never…” He stood up again. “This is crazy.”

    “Jim, please speak plainly.”

    “All those years and you never…you didn’t commit to her. I mean no marriage, no bond, and eventually you broke up and I just…”

    Spock felt his heart twist. “Jim, sit.”

    He swallowed heavily as Jim returned to sitting on the bed. He looked unhappy to do so, but he did sit.

    Spock knelt in front of him. “You do not believe I am capable of the level of commitment you require.”

    “Well.” Jim wouldn’t meet his eyes.

    “Because Nyota and I never took those steps. Marriage. Or a…bond.”

    “I know I have no right to expect—”

    Spock reached up and placed his fingertips on Jim’s mouth. “I am in love with you. Deeply and completely. I will never leave you, unless you demand that I do. Nyota and I were committed to each other in our own way and that worked for us until it did not. Until neither of us could deny that we were no longer romantically in love with each other.“

    When Jim sucked in a breath, Spock realized it was the wrong thing to say to his panic-stricken captain.

    “What if-what if you decide that you are no longer in love with me. You have before. And-and, Spock, I’m sorry, but if this is temporary, if a few years from now, you’re going to decide not to be with me, then I’d rather not now.”

    “No one can predict the future.”

    “But I can. I’ve seen you in action. You likely will fall out of love with me, and who could blame you, who would want to stay with me?”

    “Breathe, ashayam.” He brought Jim’s hands to his lips and kissed both palms and each finger after, then held them tightly in his. “I have never loved anyone as deeply as I love you. And while it is true, I cannot predict what will happen, I know that my devotion to you is absolute. We can bond immediately if that will ease your mind.”

    “But—”

    “Jim, our-our counterparts had so little time together, considering everything, and I would rather not be them.”

    “They were together?”

    “And bonded, my love. But for only twenty years before your death. Perhaps that is to be our fate too, I do not know, but whatever time we are to have, I wish to begin it now.”

    Jim smiled a little.

    “And perhaps it never worked out between Nyota because it was always meant to be us.”

    “Fated lovers, huh?” The smile grew crooked. “That’s quite a bit of pressure.”

    “It need not be. We love each other and both are committed to each other for the rest of our lives.”

    “You make it all sound so…”

    “So what, Jim?”

    “Appealing.”

    Spock took a chance. “Do not break my heart.”

    Jim leaned forward and pulled Spock up and over him onto the bed. “And don’t break mine.”

    Spock covered Jim’s lips with his. “Never.”