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So today was kind of rough. I had to spend two hours at the doctor. I’m okay, most of it was just routine stuff, but my cat was pretty sick all last night and today and we got her into the vet. She seems a bit better but I am keeping a close eye on her. Long time followers/friends know when we took Crazy in for a vist we thought was just to ger her well, we had to put her down. It was heartbreaking. That didn’t happen this time, so I am grateful.

I still have some more flashes to do though I have 3 scheduled already (one with Jim de-aged, one with the Regency Pinto, and one with some wild idea J suggested, you’ll have to see). Hopefully I can get to the rest soon. I’m going to Universal Studios with my sister Thursday though.

Blog change: For now on flashes, I’m taking away the ability to comment. Not that I can’t take you agreeing with me that the flash is crap. I can. Who knows, I could change my mind tomorrow.

Both J and I still have some stories coming in the Advent Calendar (2 for me and 1 for J) so I hope you will check them out whenever that is.

Thought you might like to see the all new decorations for outside of the sister’s house. Pretty cool, huh

Flash Fic, December 05, 2022

“Come see Santa Claus. Bring your child to Santa. This way.”

Spock stopped in front of the building to stare openly at the…he wasn’t quite sure what he was seeing.

“What are you supposed to be”

“A candy cane.”

Spock nodded, slowly. “I see.”

“It’s for charity. It was either this or…”

Spock arched a brow.  

“A reindeer costume.”

“Either is unbecoming of a starship captain.”

Jim looked disgruntled. “Do you want to put this on here and direct children to Santa?”

“A monetary donation would have saved you some dignity.”

“Listen mister if I wanted to be dignified—” Jim huffed. “You know what? Never mind. Go away. Or go talk to the reindeer, I don’t care.”

“Who is wearing the reindeer costume?”

“Komack.”’

Spock tilted his head. “You are assuredly the cutest candy cane I have seen.”

Jim snorted and rolled his eyes. “Don’t try to play nice and flirt with me now. Scram.”

“When will I see you back at the apartment?” Spock asked politely. “I was planning on serving latkes for dinner. And I found a vegan recipe for the sufganiyot.”

“Soon,” Jim assured his husband. “I only have an hour before my relief candy cane arrives.”

Spock bowed slightly. “I will await you.” He raised his fingers to touch his to Jim’s and then decided there was no real place to touch Jim because of the costume. And so with a shake of his head, he left Jim to his charity work.   

A wee bit early for Hanukah this year but here it is. And you can decide TOS or AOS, I see this as TOS, but your mileage may vary.

I sometimes like to include recipes here in December so here’s one for Spock’s Vegan Sufganiyot

Flash Fic, December 02, 2022

“Over the ground lies a mantle of white, a heaven of diamonds shines out through the night, two hearts a-thrilling in spite of the chill in the weather,” Jim sang.

“I can assure you my heart isn’t a-thrilling,” Spock retorted sarcastically.

Jim gave his first officer the side-eye. At the moment they were sheltered in a cabin on the icy planet known commonly as Delta Vega. Jim was pretty familiar with it. Unfortunately.

“It’s from a song, Spock.”

“What song?”

“Kind of an introduction to Winter Wonderland. Done a million years ago by the Eurythmics. That version anyway.”

“I don’t consider this a winter wonderland.”

Jim closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the flimsy wooden wall. He counted to ten.

It was a cabin that had seen better days. It had been abandoned likely decades ago. He was surprised there had ever been such dwellings here. When they returned to the Enterprise, if they did,  he’d have to look that up. The old man had never mentioned it to Jim when he’d been there all those years ago. Of course Nero had stranded him there just before Jim came across him so maybe he hadn’t known either.

So that left Scotty…who’d been stationed there.

“What are you thinking?”

Spock had surprised him by the question.

“That you are rethinking agreeing to see where our ‘relationship’ could go.” Jim used air quotes.

“I am hardly thinking that. And is that really what you were thinking just now?”

“No. I was thinking about the last time I’d been on this iceberg.”

Spock visibly flinched and then lowered his gaze for a moment.

“Hey, it’s okay.”

“I—”

“At least we found this place before any of the Jim eating creatures showed up,” Jim said, trying and failing to inject humor. Spock’s face was stony.

And really, if anyone had a right to be offended because Jim almost got eaten it surely had to be JIM.

Jim sighed and moved closer to Spock under the emergency blanket they were snuggling under.

“This is nice.”

“Mmm.”

“Do you really not want to dump me?”

Spock made a derisive noise. “I do not want to dump you.”

Jim smiled and rested his head against his shoulder. “We’re going to miss the holiday party.”

“Jim, do you really think they will continue to have a party while we are missing?”

Jim chuckled. “I guess not. So, we can have it when we get rescued. IF.”

“We will certainly be rescued.” Spock took Jim’s hand under the blanket and held it.

With renewed vigor, Jim sang, “To sing a love song while we stroll along, walking in a winter wonderland.”

Silence.

And then…

“I am not walking.”    

Flash Fic, November 30, 2022

This involves the Jim and Spock from “This Place is Haunted”.

This is a sort of segue from November’s themes to December’s.

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“You’re kind of grumpy.”

Jim eyed Bones as he pushed the grocery cart. “You can out grump anyone I know. Who are you to talk?”

Bones smirked. “Okay, sure. Normally. But you have a sourpuss look on your face despite the fact you just put a jug of eggnog in the cart and ice cream. AND Christmas lights. You are the one who wanted to do ‘festive’ shopping as you called it.

Jim sighed. “I did, yeah. But Spock’s not back from visiting his folks on Vulcan yet.”

“You could have gone with him,” Bones pointed out.

“Mom really wanted me to go home to Riverside for Thanksgiving. It was the first time in I don’t know how long we were all going to be there. I couldn’t disappoint her.”

“Yeah, I get it. When does your Vulcan Romeo return?”

“I don’t know. He hasn’t contacted me since he left two days before Thanksgiving. Almost a week.”

“Maybe the love has worn off already,” Bones cracked. “Weren’t you all cozy as hell like a month ago at Halloween? Isn’t that why we went to that stupid so-called haunted house thing?”

“I’m still annoyed at you for your part in the gardener’s ‘death’. Not to mention freaking me out in the hallway.”

“James ‘I Don’t Believe in Spooks’ Kirk freaked out?”

Jim grinned. “In a totally rational manly way.”

Bones snorted. “I’m sure lover boy will be back before you know it, eyes shining Vulcan bright as he gazes lovingly into your countenance?”

“Where do you get this crap?”

“I’m an educated man,” Bones assured him. He stopped at a Christmas cookie display. “Gingerbread people. You know you could make these yourself.”

Jim grabbed a box and added it to his cart. “Who has time for that? These are pretty good for store bought. Anyway, so I’m going to decorate the apartment while I wait for him to come back.”

“I can’t see Spock caring for all that holiday stuff.”

“Maybe he doesn’t, but he cares about me, and I do, so…”

“All right, then. What else?”

Later, Jim was in the apartment he now shared with Spock decorating with garland and lights, sipping on his eggnog.

He was about to step back to admire his handy work when he heard someone at the door.

“Spock?”

Sure enough the door opened to reveal Spock, holding the bag he’d taken with him to Vulcan.

“Jim.” Spock set the bag on the floor, closed the door, and opened his arms for Jim.

“God, I’m glad to see you,” Jim said against Spock’s neck as Spock held him close.

“I am likewise pleased.” Spock looked around. “You have been busy.”

“Yeah.” Jim laughed. “Do you mind?”

“Not in the least. Your gathering for Thanksgiving went well?”

“Yeah, well enough. I mean the food was good. I liked seeing Mom.” Jim shrugged. “And your parents? How are they?”

“My mother is well, my father is…challenging. I am glad to be home.”

“I’m glad too. Come on. I have cookies.”

Thanks for checking out November! See you Friday, December 02, 2022

Flash Fic, November 28, 2022

This one’s a little weird I think, but here it is.

“Over the river and through the woods, to grandmother’s house we go;
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh, thru the white and drifted snow, oh!”

“There’s no river or woods,” Bones cracked, as he maneuvered the hover car. Jim sat next to him in the passenger seat. Behind them in the back seat sat Spock and Uhura.

They were traveling in Georgia, all right, where Bones was from, but they were in Savannah in the city.

“Thanksgiving’s over,” Uhura spoke up. “By like a week.”

“And we’re visiting my grandfather,” Bones said softly.

“Actually the original poem referred to a visit to grandfather’s house. It was later changed when it was turned into a song.”

Jim smiled at Spock. “Good to know.”

They were on leave, the Enterprise, after a battle with Romulans that damaged the ship. A big investigation was happening but Jim wasn’t really worried as he’d been assured he had Fleet’s full support.

A week ago, they’d all had Thanksgiving together, the four in this car. And then Bones had asked them to go with him to see his grandfather in a home he stayed in.

Bones’ grandfather was the father of Bones’ dad. Jim knew that David McCoy had died while Bones was in medical school. He didn’t talk about it much.

They stopped in front the assisted living facility. Bones had been told his grandfather didn’t have long.

When they were out of the car, Bones turned to them.

“Give me some time first and then you can all come in.”

“Okay, Bones.”

Bones’ face was red. “And-and thanks everyone. I’m-I’m grateful for all of you.”

After  he went inside, Uhura turned to Spock and gave him a pointed look.

“I’m going for a walk.”

Jim frowned. “You want us to go with you?”

“Hell no. I do not. You two need to talk.” She turned and went down the street.

“Talk? About what?”

Spock avoided Jim’s gaze as he watched Uhura move out of view.

“Spock?”

“Nyota wishes that I would tell you of my…feelings.”

“Your feelings?” Jim smiled. “I thought Vulcans—”

“Romantic feelings.”

Jim stared. “For?”

Spock sighed. “You.”

“I…uh.”

“If you do not—”

“No. I do.” Jim laughed. “This is just…a really strange time.”

Spock looked at him again. “They’ve been encouraging me for several weeks.”

They?”

“Nyota and Leonard.”

“I see.”

“Well?”

Jim laughed again. “Uh. Well yeah. But maybe we should talk about this later?” He stepped close to Spock.  “But of course I do.”

Spock nodded, looking relieved.

Uhura reappeared, smiling. And then Bones invited them in.

It was a mixed bag of a day. Sad but hopeful.

And filled with gratitude.   

In Case

You wanted to see pictures of my boring life (LOL) here are some pictures of Thanksgiving and the day after

Living Room is Ready for Guests to Arrive

The turkey shaped butter has become a traditon

All the fixings

Pumpkin Cheesecake and Apple Butterscotch Pie

Front of our house decorated Friday

Got a new Christmas tree this year so it’s much smaller than before so much less decorated, we call it Christmas Light LOL

Flash Fic, November 25, 2022

Inspired by Chris Evans being “Sexiest Man” recently. I thought this idea would be fun and I hope you do too!

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Sexiest Man on Earth

That’s what the headline read. For a second Jim thought he must be getting punked. But as he glanced up from his PADD to the puffed up display his brother was doing Jim realized that it was legit.

“Are you kidding me?”

Sam grinned. “Pretty cool, right?”

Jim snorted. “Cool isn’t the word I’d use.”

“What word would you use?”

“Gag inducing.”

“That’s two words,” Spock murmured helpfully from beside him.

Jim shot his husband a look. “Right you are, babe.”

Sam was undaunted. “You’re just jealous.”

“How the hell did they choose you anyway? You pay for it?”

“Jim!”

That was his mother. She was in the kitchen working on her apple pie for the Thanksgiving dinner they were all at the farmhouse to have.  

Jim and Spock had arrived a short time ago. Sam had arrived the day before, apparently, and had been waiting for Jim to arrive to announce his news.

“Well come on, Mom. Sam the sexiest man on Earth.” Jim rolled his eyes. “He’s not even the sexiest man in this house.”

“Ha ha. Aren’t you funny?” Sam retorted. “You want some wine?”

“I think I’d better get drunk. Sure.”

“Spock?”

“No, thank you.”

Sam shrugged. “For your information they approached me in my laboratory.  Said I had been nominated.”

“Who’d nominate you?”

“Jim! Be nice to your brother,” his mother said. “Sam is a beautiful boy. Just like you. You’re both handsome men.”

“You know,” Sam said. “You’re the hero of the universe. Known for saving millions—”

“Billions,” Spock said.

Jim smiled at him.     

“Do you really begrudge me this one little honor?” He handed Jim the glass of wine.

Jim blew out a breath. “Yeah, okay, whatever.”

“Gracious as ever, Jimmy.” Sam’s communicator blipped. “That’ll be my wife. She’s on her way.”

He stepped into the hallway and then another room.

Jim grimaced. “Do you think he’s sexy, Spock?”

“He is not unpleasant to look at.”

“However?”

Spock nodded. “Of course there is a however.”

“Of course.”

“He has merely been named sexiest man on Earth. You will recall you aren’t even normally on Earth. Not for any length of time.”

Jim smiled. “That’s true.”

Spock inclined his head. “I submit that you are the sexiest man in the universe.”

“Okay, you are so getting lucky.”

“Being your husband, I am already quite fortunate.”

Winona snorted from the kitchen. “You two may be the sexiest men, but Spock wins husband of the year.”

Jim laughs. “I will drink to that!”

Flash Fic, November 23, 2022

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Winona frowned when Jim came down the hallway from where the San Francisco shuttle let off in Riverside. No one walked beside him and no one followed after him.

Still as he opened his arms as he got closer to her, his smile didn’t slip.

“Hey Mom.”

She hugged him tight. Tears sprang to her eyes.

“Hey, why are you crying?” he asked gently.

“It’s been too long since I’ve seen you in person. Even longer since you’ve been home.” She linked her arm with his. “You have a bag to pick up?”

“Mm.”

They walked to baggage collection together.

“Of course I got all your favorites. Turkey and stuffing. Mashed potatoes. Stuff to make gravy. Pies. Rolls.”

He laughed. “Sounds great.”

She bit her lip. “I, uh, I thought…I got some vegetarian food too. Because. Well, wasn’t Spock coming with you?”

Jim bent down to retrieve his bag, then straightened to give her a smile. “We had a fight.”

“Oh no.”

He nodded. “He’s a big pain in my ass lug head.”

“Now Jim.”

“Well. He is.” His communicator beeped and he took it out of the leather jacket he wore. “Speaking of lug heads.”

Despite his words, Winona knew Jim loved Spock. Sometimes that’s all he talked about. From her limited experience with Spock, she figured he felt the same.

“Well?”

Jim’s smile was much more genuine and triumphant. “His shuttle arrives in twenty minutes.”

She returned his smile. “Guess we’d better get a coffee while we wait, huh?”

Jim laughed again and hugged her. “Yeah.”

A happy Jim was her jam, and so…it would all be grand.

The best Thanksgiving in years. She was giddy.  

Happy Thanksgiving my American friends. M and I host Thanksgiving at our house and all told there will be six of us. May yours be filled with great food and gratitude.

Flash Fic, November 21, 2022

For this one I decided to post the whole thing (including the previous part from November 1, so you don’t have to go back and find it.)

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Spock had only been seeing Jim for three weeks when Jim announced he would be leaving for a good part of the month of November.

They’d met at the beginning of the school year. Spock had already done all the course work for the Academy and graduated. Jim was behind him a few years but he was speeding through his courses and was teaching a battle tactics class for extra credit. Everyone Spock knew was highly impressed with the young son of George Kirk who had never known his father.

Spock among them.

It took him until the middle of October before he asked Jim out. It was for something simple, coffee and tea. Jim had accepted with this soft smile that showed his bunny teeth and Spock had been smitten.

They’d taken things rather slowly, in Spock’s opinion. In the three weeks they had seen each other nearly every night, they had shared a few kisses, but nothing more.

He’d gotten advice from Pike one day and he had shared with Spock that despite appearances and rumors that Jim was actually shy.

When Jim told him he would be going away for November, Spock had been stunned into momentary silence.

“Nothing to say?” Jim asked, with that same soft smile.

“Are you leaving the Academy?”

“No.” Jim laughed though Spock didn’t know what was funny. Jim laughed a lot and it often puzzled Spock but it was such an infectious laugh, Spock didn’t mind. “I’ve cleared it with them. I’ll be back before the end of the month. My friend will be covering my battle tactics class while I’m gone.”

“Where are you going?”

“I have a friend I need to visit on a faraway planet.”

He never said what planet and after he left, Spock realized he should have asked. He’d only said he would be back on November 21 in the afternoon.

Jim had said before he departed, “Don’t worry, Spock, I’ll be back before you know it.”

That turned out not to be true. Spock knew that some said time flew but all Spock realized that each day with Jim gone was agonizingly long.

Spock had fallen in love with Jim without even knowing it. And when Jim did come back, because Spock found himself almost praying that he would, Spock would make sure Jim knew.

At some point Spock began to become concerned that this “friend” Jim went to visit was a lover. He hadn’t explained and Spock hadn’t thought it was right to ask, but now he wished he had. There were so many things he wished now.

In the meantime, he would have to wait until November 21st.

It was agonizing.

Spock had made the decision as the date for Jim to return approached to try to guess what time Jim would be arriving so he could be there to wait for Jim. He didn’t want to waste another moment.

He had narrowed it down to two shuttles as Jim had indicated he’d be back in the afternoon.

One was a direct shuttle flight from Venetia and the other one connected from Tarsus IV to Space Station 6 and then to San Francisco.

It was this second one that gave Spock pause. He was familiar with the story of Tarsus IV and with dread he realized, maybe by instinct, that this was where Jim had visited.

This likely meant Jim had spent time there himself if he knew an occupant, and that, to Spock, explained his rather shy, reserved behavior.

Spock was determined more than ever to be waiting there for Jim.

To be absolutely certain he was not mistaken, Spock waited at the shuttle bay for the Venetia shuttle arriving first that afternoon. No Jim stepped out of the crowd getting off that shuttle.

After that he had some small amount of anxiety that Jim would not be on either shuttle, and had, in fact, decided not to return. After all he had received not a single message from Jim since he’d left.   

But he tamped down that insecurity. No need to look for trouble where it might not exist.

And when that other shuttle arrived, Spock tried not to hold his breath. At least for too long.

But about way through the exodus of passengers, Jim came down the ramp toward the direction Spock waited.

At first he didn’t appear to notice Spock. But then at the bottom of the ramp his steps fumbled just a touch and then he smiled brightly.

“Spock!”

That removed any doubt that Jim would find him waiting there unwelcome. And for some completely unVulcany reason, Spock opened his arms at Jim’s approach.

If Jim had hesitated even an instant, Spock would have been overcome by extreme embarrassment. Because yes, Vulcans could be embarrassed, despite protestations to the contrary.

But Jim went straight into Spock’s arms and wrapped his own around Spock, drawing him in close.

It felt like home.

So much so that Spock was reluctant to let go and step back, but mindful of prying eyes, always, he eventually did.

Jim continued to smile warmly at him. “I didn’t expect you to be waiting here.”

“I could not resist,” Spock admitted. “I found I missed you more than I had expected.”

“God, I missed you too. Seemed like torture.” Jim reached for Spock’s hand and held it.

“Your-your visit went well?”

Jim nodded. “Yeah, it went okay.” He looked around and then back to Spock. “Listen, can we get out of here and go where somewhere where, uh, we can be alone?”

Spock’s insides churned. “I’d like nothing better.”

Jim leaned in then and kissed Spock so quick it was almost as if it hadn’t happened, except that Spock’s lips tingled.

“And I’m back right in time for Thanksgiving.”

“Thanksgiving?”

“I have a lot to be grateful for. And you will too after tonight.” Jim laughed then, turning a little pink.

“Yes,” Spock murmured. “I believe you are correct.”

They grabbed Jim’s luggage and then headed for the exit, Jim still keeping hold of Spock’s hand in a most unseemly way. Spock didn’t mind.

“Jim.”

Jim stopped and turned to Spock. “Yeah?”

“I…uh…I find that I have fallen in—”

Jim grinned and squeezed Spock’s hand. “Me too, Spock. Come on.”

Jim was quite right, Spock felt a lot of gratitude. And later, he would learn just what Jim’s connection to Tarsus IV was, but for now, he was content to have Jim where he belonged…with Spock.

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