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Throw back to 2009 Star Trek as it’s been ten years

Hello friends

I am still working on flashes, including one for Memorial Day, which will be posted on that Monday. In addition I want to finish all of Junes.

Next up to update is The Swap, so as soon as I can get to it, I’ll give it a shot.

I have the first chapter of a new fiction that is, untitled, based on JJ’s idea. I don’t know when I will be posting it but…um…soon.

This weekend is, of course, Mother’s Day, here in the US. We are taking the 92 year old mother to Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse, a favorite place for all of us. Merry making will be had. That’s at 3:30 on Sunday.

That’s about it, though. Oh. Once The Swap is updated, the next one will be My Heart’s a Virgin.

Flash Fic, May 03, 2019

Art by MyLochkatee (used by permission)

Jim was starting to wonder how long it would take for them to rescue him from whatever whacked universe this was.

The thing of it was, he’d been unlucky to be in a mirror universe before. That one had been scary, because instead of the Federation there had been the Empire. Spock had a beard and had, at one point, held him by the neck against the wall. When he’d returned to his own universe, he still wore the bruises from Spock’s fingers.

But at least he could communicate with that Spock and the rest.

In this one, whatever it was, he somehow found himself on ancient Vulcan, or so it seemed to Jim, because they didn’t appear to be very advanced at all, and none of them seemed to speak anything other than Vulcan. And damn it, his Vulcan sucked.

The moment he had appeared, he’d been set upon by a group of half-naked Vulcan warriors thrusting weapons at him, and poking and prodding him. He hadn’t been sure if they intended to kill him, fuck him, or eat him. Or maybe all three.

Then Spock had appeared, or he sure as hell looked like Spock, also half-naked and much more muscular than his Spock, and yeah, okay, he thought of Spock as his, with long hair, and tattoos of Vulcan scripts on his chest and arms.

Anyway, he had fought off several other beastly Vulcans to claim Jim. Well, not literally. Or Jim didn’t think so.

He had been brought by Spock to a dwelling that seemed sort of a cross between a hut and a cottage. He’d been unceremoniously dumped onto a heap of cushions in the middle of said dwelling, not sure if the cushions acted as a couch or a bed, and then Spock had disappeared into another room.

Eventually he had returned with food which he had foisted upon Jim. Begrudgingly Jim had eaten it, all the while asking Spock if it was poison, and getting, of course, no response, because he was hungry and didn’t know when he would get the opportunity to eat again.

After that, and where they were now, actually, Spock sat on the cushions next to Jim simply staring at him.

“Uh.”

Spock tilted his head.

Jim moistened his lips. “Nice, um, nice tatts by the way.” Jim sort of pointed to the artwork on Spock’s chest. Spock must have gotten it because he straightened and puffed out his chest.

“So.”

Spock pointed to him. “So.”

“Oh. No. Um. No. That’s not my name.” Jim sighed. Pointed to himself. “Jim.”

“So Jim.”

He laughed. “No. Just Jim.”

“So Just Jim.”

Jim blew out a breath. “Okay, whatever. It’s not like I’ll be here long enough for it to matter.” Or so he hoped.

Spock pointed at himself. “Spock.”

“Yeah. Hi. Hello Spock.”

Spock leaned forward and put his hand on Jim’s cheek. “Pretty.”

He blinked. “You-you know the word pretty?”

Spock nodded. “Pretty!”

“Er. I mean I guess.”

“So Just Jim pretty.”

He found himself smiling in spite of himself. “Spock pretty.”

Which apparently was the wrong thing to say or the right, depending on your point of view, because suddenly Jim found himself flat on his back, underneath a very heavy Vulcan.

“Oh. Um. Wow.”

Spock smiled, which sure was strange. He put his hand on Jim’s cheek again. “Mine.”

“What?”

“So Just Jim Spock’s.”

“Well. Not that I’m not flattered or anything, but—”

Spock’s eyes narrowed. “Mine.”

And then he ripped Jim’s shirt in half.

It was at that exact moment that he heard the transporter activated and found himself reappearing on the Enterprise, lying on his back across it, unfortunately, torn shirt and all.

“Captain.”

Jim turned his head to look at his first officer, whose perfectly groomed eyebrow was arched high under those bangs of his. He moistened his lips.

“Damn it, Spock. You could have waited an hour or so.”

“Captain?”

He sighed and sat up. “I just left what is bound to be a very frustrated Vulcan.”

Spock reached down and helped him up. “If you’d like to be sent back, I can see if that can be arranged.”

Jim walked away, looking back over his shoulder. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’ll just have to role play.”

Spock stared. “Role play?”  

**** Explicit, slightly altered version now online

Oh oh Forgot to Tell You

I am mean.

Well this probably won’t surprise some of you.

Monday morning these two “ladies” in my office started loudly talking about the latest Avengers, which I haven’t seen yet, but plan to. Yes, I know some of you aren’t into them, but I am. I already had to deal with the various family members on Saturday not spoiling it at the birthday party.

These “ladies” asked my co-worker if it bothered her to talk about it. FYI, she is twenty-four and giggly. She says, Oh no, I don’t care about Marvel.

So they proceed to loudly start discussing what they’ve seen. I say, nicely, no spoilers, please. Giggly hears me because she laughs, because that’s what she always does.

They continue discussing it AND I hear something. So now I am mad. I yell out “NO SPOILERS.”

There’s like a collective gasp and then nervous laughter and a “oh, sorry.” I yell THANK YOU. That kills the conversation.

So later my friend, who I told the whole thing to, tells me these same “ladies” said I was so mean and loud when I yelled at them.

So, yeah, okay, I’m mean.

Ramblings (Best Laid Plans)

Last day of April already and soon we will be into the fifth month of the year.

Last night I fully intended to finish, when I got home from work, a flash fic I had been working on earlier in the day. I even sent it home to myself. Instead, I went up and got in bed and fell asleep. When I finally woke up, I took a shower, and then played a world building game for the rest of the time and never did turn to that fic.

I’ll work on it today at lunch but doubt it will get done. It’s going in the May 17th slot that I originally had another fic in. That flash is either getting moved to June or becoming its own fic because it’s definitely becoming a beast! HA. JJ’s idea was just too inspiring.

I’m seeing Captain Marvel tonight. I didn’t want to see it all that much but everyone else in our movie group did.

Tomorrow is Walk at Lunch Day at work and if you participate you get a free shirt or bag or something, so I think I am going to do that. I walk every day now anyway.

I thought about doing another update on My Devotion this week, but I don’t think I will after all.

That’s it for now!

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Walk With Me, End of March

This morning’s walk was shorter than usual as I have some things to get done this morning, but I might go again later. We shall see.

Everything is in full bloom and it smells incredible out. What I am sure none of you know, one of my favorite smells of anything are orange blossoms and they are abundant here at this time of year. It was amazing.

I photoed lots of trees this time. All my pictures are taken with an iPhone.

More trees

Local Trees, See big ole Christmas Tree! Ha
This is looking down the street of one my favorite neighborhood blocks, I love the houses on it. At the very end is a small one tucked away separate with only two bedrooms. Very cute~
Looks at the size of this guy’s trunk! And they say size doesn’t matter!
The park has exercise equipment. I have even seen people use it. Not me, of course.
More Equipment
More Equipment
More ugly Birds of Paradise
More palm trees and one of my favorite houses (green house)
more trees, I like the little tree next to the big ones
Wow look at that sky! oh and more trees
Some big ones
Tree with Crow
Ghost hanging off the freeway, LOL
Little tiny daisies that are everywhere
barren trees
Unknown Cool Flower

Pictures for March 23, 2019

Some pictures from this morning’s adventures:

Underwood Farms where Tomatomania was

Tomatomania
Tomatomania
Baby Goat

Goat friends

Goats

Flash Fic Friday, March 22, 2109

This was a reader prompt, sort of, and while I doubt she had quite this in mind, well…here you go.

“So, um, you want to learn to play poker?”

Spock nodded. “That is what I said.”

Jim bit his lip. Turned away from Spock to pour himself a drink. Red wine tonight. A gift from Bones on his last birthday.

“Got it on our last shore leave, Jim, been saving it ever since.”

Spock was in his quarters now. He’d come to play chess, which they’d started to do once a week after the newly built Enterprise had begun its voyage after the whole Krall mess.

They’d kept it pretty casual, at first. They’d started in the rec room playing just one game each week. Though Spock won most of them, Jim had a few good days in there, too.

It moved to their quarters when Jim was running late one week and contacted Spock to say he would be later still. Spock had suggested he would just bring the chess set there. Jim had hid his surprise and agreed.

The next week, Spock had suggested playing chess in his quarters, and ever since they’d alternated between Jim’s and Spock’s. Never returning to the rec room. And they generally played several games now.

“Well, I think it was Bones who said he’d like to teach you,” Jim said, taking a sip.

There had been talk of poker when they’d been confronted by a hostile alien, or so they’d thought at the time. Balok. Jim had bluffed and suddenly Spock became interested in poker.

“You do not wish to teach me?”

There was just the hint of a tone in Spock’s voice that Jim could not quite place, but he knew it made him feel bad. “No, no. Not at all, Spock. You want to learn, that’s fine. Um, generally, it’s more than a couple of players though.”

“I see.”

“Yeah. So, you want me to find out if anyone else is available to play with us?”

Which honestly, Jim was not at all keen on the intrusion into his private time with Spock, and he feared it would quickly become a thing where everyone played every week, and there would go any alone time he had managed to obtain with Spock, which he’d won with a lot of effort, but, if Spock wanted him to get a group going for poker, Jim would do it.

“Is that the norm for strip poker?”

Jim stumbled forward, spilling wine on the floor. “What? Did you say…strip poker?”

“I have been doing some research prior to broaching the subject with you, of course.”

“Of course you have.” Jim went over to the bathroom for a cloth to wipe up the spilled wine. He bent down and cleaned up the mess. “I don’t think that’s a really good idea. Sit down, Spock.”

Spock took his seat dutifully. Jim had already set up the chess set, but as Jim sat across from Spock, it remained untouched.

“There are a series of hands that beat other hands.”

“Indeed, I researched those.”

“Good. That gives us a head start. Basically, poker is a lot of bluffing.”

“As you did with Balok.”

“Right. So, with the hand you’re dealt, unless you get a royal flush dealt to you, which believe me, doesn’t really happen, you’re usually going to want to convince those playing with you that you have a better hand than you do. If I have two queens and you have a full house, that beats me. But I want you to think I have something more than you do so you’ll fold. Or basically, give in.”

“I see.”

“Which is what I did with Balok. I wanted him to think we had a better weapon than he did, so he would fold. But he could just have easily called my bluff. Which is why in poker, you call.”

“So it is a means of lying.”

“Pretty much. Unless you really do have a royal flush, then you aren’t lying.”

Spock inclined his head. “I am certain that I would have no trouble knowing that you were lying.”

Jim laughed. “Yeah? Why do you think that, Mister Spock?”

“I know when you lie, I can tell. So I cannot be fooled by your bluff. We have known each other long enough for me to read you quite well, Captain.”

“That’s it! You’re putting your money where your mouth is.”

Sometime later…

“You won.”

Jim grinned. “Yep. Four queens.”

“But…”

“You only have a full house, Spock.”

“Yes, I know that your hand beats mine. It is simply that your behavior during the match—”

“Game, Spock.”

“As well as your body language indicated that you had a much lower hand than you were pretending to have and yet…”

“Yep. So you don’t know me as well as you thought, Spock. Not my lies anyway.” Jim leaned back. “I think you should remove your pants.”

Spock’s cheeks greened. “Captain.”

He burst out laughing. “I’m totally kidding. I know we weren’t playing strip poker, babe.”

Spock stared at him. “Babe?”

“I didn’t say babe,” Jim said quickly. “I said Spock.”

“No. I heard babe.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Mister Spock.” Jim stood. “Will you look at the time? I’m going to have to cut this short. I have about three hundred reports to do.”

Spock stood too. “Three hundred, Captain?”

“Three hundred and two. I forgot a couple.” Jim ushered Spock to his door. “As amusing as this was, next week, back to chess?”

“As you wish, Captain.”

Jim smiled, patted Spock’s arm. “Goodnight, Spock.”

“Goodnight…babe.”

The door of his quarters opened and Spock disappeared through it.

Jim stared after him. Shook his head. Too much wine going to his head. He laughed and turned away.   

Kris’s Birthday Fic (March 19)

“Ouch. Damn.”

Spock pulled back from touching Jim, unable to prevent a frown from appearing.

Jim winced. “Sorry. Sorry. It’s just I kind of ache everywhere.”

“Doctor McCoy released you from the medbay too early.”

“No, honey. I’m all right.”

“Yet I am unable to touch you in any way.” He tucked the sheets and blanket around Jim’s prone form upon the bed. Carefully.

“Bones has me off for another 72 hours. Twenty four of those on bedrest. It’ll be fine. I will. I promise.”

Spock remained unmoved by his declarations. It had been a near thing. Jim had spent two weeks in the medbay, the first in a coma. Spock had nearly lost him more than once in those two weeks. After Jim had fixed the warp core was surely bad enough, but now that they were bonded, married, the loss of Jim was without comprehension. Spock would not entertain the idea.

“I love you,” Jim intoned softly.

“And I you. But you take too many chances and—”

“Spock. I’m the captain.”

“All the more reason you are not expendable on away missions.”

“Spock—”

“There has been discussion of late indicating that Starfleet will restrict commanding officers from landing parties,” Spock told him.   

Jim frowned. “What? That is hardly fair.”

“What is not fair is how many times I have had to face your probable death,” Spock said, speaking more sharply than he meant to. But it had the intended effect, for Jim quieted down then, biting his lip and sinking against the pillows. His blue eyes were shiny but there were no outward signs of tears.

“I’m sorry,” Jim said softly, faintly.

It reminded Spock too much of the time Admiral Marcus had advised he was about to murder the entire Enterprise crew and Jim had turned to face Spock and all the rest of them to say he was sorry. Spock had never seen Jim look so hopeless.

Spock lowered himself to sit on the bed beside Jim and held out his hand toward Jim so that Jim could rest his hand in Spock’s rather than having Spock seize his hand. Jim put his warm hand on Spock’s, palm side down.

“Ashaya, I would never seek to turn you into something or someone you are not. I only ask that, now that we are two, perhaps three or more some day—”

Jim’s eyes widened.

“That you recall there is someone who waits for you, always, to return safely to them.”

“I never want to hurt you ever,” Jim replied.

“I know. So I ask, only, for your consideration,” Spock said. “And I will give the same back to you.”

A small smile appeared and though it was not Jim’s full wattage smile, Spock would take it. “You got it.”

“You should rest now, T’hy’la.”

“Are you going to the bridge?”

“Negative. Mr. Scott is there at present. I will work here in our quarters to watch over you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I do, in fact.”

The smile widened. “Sorry about the birthday sex. Or lack thereof. When I’m better—”

“I am unconcerned for whether I get, as you said, ‘tail’ for my birthday,” Spock said, severely. “I just want you to be better. ‘Tail’ can wait.”

Jim laughed softly. “I love you. So so much. You have no idea.”

Spock tapped his fingers on his head, which made Jim laugh again.

“All right. Maybe you do.”

“Sleep. When you wake you can have something to eat.”

Jim lowered his lashes. Looked at Spock innocently. “Ice cream?”

“We shall see. Rest.” Spock rose, leaned over and cautiously kissed Jim’s forehead. As birthday’s went, it was not Spock’s finest, but Jim was alive and beautiful and in their bed, and that was acceptable.

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Flash Fic Friday March 15, 2019

“Wow, he’s so cute.”

“Nyota.”

“Well.” She giggled. “He is. Look he’s kicking his legs.”

Sure, enough Jim, aged six, sitting on the edge of the biobed in the medbay, swinging his legs back and forth. Spock had the very human urge to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“This is not amusing, Nyota.”

“Spock, Leonard said it’s temporary. The effects should wear off in a few hours.”

“Or a few days. The Morapai on the planet were not very specific.”

Jim, blue eyes wide and stark in his face, glanced toward them. “Spock.”

“You’d better go to him. Poor baby looks freaked out.”

“He is not the only one.”

Nyota touched his arm. “Spock, it’ll be okay. Jim will go back to normal, and in the meantime, you’ve got this.”

“I have not had much experience with children.”

“Maybe not, but you’re going to be fine. And this is not an ordinary child. This is your husband.”

She pushed him toward little Jim, whose bottom lip had begun to tremble. Spock felt his heart clench.

“Jim, there is no reason to be upset,” he said gently.

“Are you kidding?” the little boy asked. “My feet don’t reach the ground!”

“The doctor says it will be gone in just a short time and you will be yourself again.”

Little Jim’s teeth pulled at his bottom lip. He’d seen Jim do it dozens of times. Now seeing him as a boy tugged at Spock’s heart.

“What if Bones is wrong?” His tiny voice warbled.

Spock had the same thought, of course, but he could not admit this to Jim. “He is not. He spoke to the elders on the planet. You only have to have a little patience.” He paused. “If you wish, I can take you to our quarters to wait, rather than your having to stay here in the medbay.”

“Yeah. Please. You know I hate it here.”

Jim struggled to get down and when Spock saw that he was getting frustrated, he went over to the biobed and lifted Jim off and to the floor.

He went to release the boy’s hand, but Jim tightened his grip and so Spock didn’t try to pull away again.    

Spock was grateful they didn’t run into anyone on their way to the quarters, because he knew Jim would not be happy to have his crew see him like this, and though Spock figured the word had likely spread, it was better not to get the visual confirmation.

Once they were in their quarters, Spock turned to Jim. “Would you like something to eat?”

“I want to take a shower.”

“Very well. But it has been a while since you have eaten, so when you come out, I will replicate you something. Your choice?”

“Spaghetti?”

Spock nodded. “Do you wish for me to assist you, Jim?”

Jim seemed to think about it. “Maybe. I-I don’t think I can reach the shower handle.”

“Go in and get undressed and I will be in there in a moment.”

After Jim went into their bathroom, Spock looked toward his meditation alcove hopefully, but he forced himself to squelch the desire. Right now he needed to support and help his mate, not be concerned for his own needs.

Straightening he went into bathroom.

Jim stood by the shower, eyes watery. He was still fully clothed.

“Ashaya, come here.”

Spock dropped to his knees and held out his arms. Jim ran to him and Spock pulled him close, hugging him tightly. He felt the wetness on Jim’s face and his heart beat hard and painfully in his side.

“I just want to be normal,” Jim said, hiccupping.

Spock closed his eyes. “Shh. Come. Let us get your dinner. You can shower later.”

Spock got Jim spaghetti and then a hot fudge sundae. The boy ate silently, which was quite strange for Spock, because Jim was never silent unless very troubled.

When he was finished, he asked Jim, “Do you still wish to shower?”

Jim shook his head. “Just go to bed. Maybe I’ll wake up myself again.”

When he was in bed and Spock had tucked all the covers around him, Jim stared up at Spock, blue eyes still too watery for Spock’s liking.

“You make me realize one thing,” Spock said.

“What?”

“I want us to have a little boy who looks just like you someday.”

The slightest smile appeared on Jim’s face. “G’night.”

“Good night little one.”

Spock meditated for an hour and then pulled out a Murphy bed from the wall to sleep.

He was awakened early by the sound of the shower running. He glanced at the bed and saw that, sure enough, Jim was up. Spock flopped back down staring up at the ceiling, waiting for the boy to find out what he’d want for breakfast.

Then he sat up. The shower was running. Little Jim had said he couldn’t reach the shower handle. Spock slipped out of bed and to the bathroom door. He opened it and peered in.

“Good morning,” Jim called cheerfully. “You can come in. It’s all right.”

Spock did and sure enough his full grown mate was back, grinning from ear to ear.

Spock smiled in response. He could not help it. A part of him had doubted that Jim would return to himself and Spock was inordinately glad his doubts were for nothing.

“I’ll get your coffee,” Spock told him, then turned back to their room.

He replaced the Murphy bed and got to work.

All was well again.

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