I’ve been away for a few days doing summer things, but I’m back now
The plans this week are for Friday’s CIJ flash and the conclusion of The Visitor.
Thought you might enjoy a pic of the furry pains checking out the great outdoors
This one is most definitely an AU, read on!
“Is this seat taken?”
It took a moment for Jim to realize that whoever asked that question must be speaking to him, because he felt someone hovering nearby. He looked up from concentrating on his PADD. And looked up again. The speaker was tall, thin, and Vulcan.
“What?”
“Is the seat next to you currently occupied?” the Vulcan spoke slowly, as though Jim were an idiot. Perhaps he was as he still just stared.
When the Vulcan continued to stare back, Jim finally replied, “No.”
With a slight nod, the Vulcan sat in the seat next to Jim at the table in the cafeteria. He’d brought with him what smelled like spiced tea and a plate that looked like it contained a raisin scone.
Jim allowed his gaze to wander around the cafeteria and noted that were several available tables that were entirely unoccupied. That the Vulcan chose to sit at his table was a puzzle. With a shrug, Jim went back to his PADD and absently took a sip of his coffee.
“Are you a first-year cadet?”
Jim found it to be an interesting question considering he was not wearing any kind of cadet’s uniform, but rather a t-shirt and jeans. Still he supposed considering he was in Starfleet Academy’s cafeteria the question made some sort of sense.
Jim did not recognize the Vulcan, which meant he did not attend the VSA on Vulcan. At least not currently anyway. He might be a past student. Judging by the Vulcan’s current attire, he was likely teaching courses at Starfleet Academy.
He thought about his knowledge related to a Vulcan who had enlisted in Starfleet.
Jim asked carefully, “Spock?”
“That is correct,” the Vulcan replied, unable to completely cover his surprise. Yes, this was the half-Human Vulcan. “You did not answer my question.”
Jim smiled. “I am not a first-year cadet, no.”
“How is it you are aware of my identity, mister…?”
“Kirk. James Kirk. I have heard of you,” he admitted. “Based on what I have heard, I figured you were Spock.”
“I see. You definitely have an advantage over me. What year of the Academy are you in, if I may ask.”
“You can ask.” Jim chuckled at the blank look on Spock’s face. Yep, he was well familiar with that look. “I am not a cadet at all, Spock.”
“Surely not a parent of a student.”
He outright laughed. “Nah. A little young for that. I’m teaching here this semester. Battle Tactics.”
Spok minutely frowned. Jim could tell he was trying to determine how best to politely ask Jim for his qualifications.
“Normally I teach on Vulcan,” he added, watching for Spock’s reaction.
“The planet Vulcan?’
“Do you know another?” Jim smiled.
“Where—”
“The Vulcan Science Academy.”
“You teach at the Vulcan Science Academy?”
“Yep. Have for the past, er, two years. I was asked to teach Battle Tactics here, so I’ve taken a temporary leave from VSA. Feel free to check me out.”
Spock blinked, fired up his own PADD and a moment later said, “You are a quarter Vulcan.”
“I am, yes. Mom’s side. She was half Vulcan. Her mother. I suspect my students find me a bit too Human, but they seem to like me anyway.”
“Your grandmother.”
Jim nodded. “Yep. You probably have heard of her. She’s fairly famous. She assures me that her relationship with my Human grandfather was brief and a mistake, but she tolerates Mom and me anyway. And my brother.”
“Who is your grandmother?”
Jim watched Spock again for his reaction. “T’Pau.”
“T’Pau?” Spock sounded outraged.
“Sort of blows your mind, huh?”
“I…there is no proof that any of that is true.”
Jim glanced down at his PADD, pressed a few buttons, and then handed that PADD to Spock, who studied it with a noticeable muscle twitch next to his eyebrows.
Jim leaned back. “But now that you mention it, I have been thinking of switching sides.”
Spock looked up, handed the PADD back to Jim. “Switching sides?”
“Joining Starfleet. They have a really cute Vulcan officer.”
Spock actually blushed.
Jim grinned. “Anyway, I’ve been wondering, Spock, why you wanted to sit here when there are plenty of tables available.”
Spock’s blush deepened. “I thought it was obvious. Given my interest, I can only assume that I somehow recognized your Vulcan heritage, which prompted me, logically, to attempt contact.”
Jim laughed. “Logically. Yes. I guess so.”
“What else would it be?”
“My cute ass.”
Spock cleared his throat. “Perhaps that too.”
PS. I kinda love the idea of this universe and think Jim/T’Pau interaction with her as his granny would be epic, but that’s me, LOL
If you’re wondering why I haven’t updated anything in a week or so. I’m a bit burned out at the moment. I know what comes next on which story but I can’t seem to make myself write it. On the other hand I have also been mulling over a one shot that takes place during and after Into Darkness that would pretty much ignore the Beyond stuff. I want to write that, really, before updating anything else and I can’t make myself sit down and do that either.
M is off for a relative’s wedding this weekend so maybe I will get to it, I don’t know. But that’s where I am at.
I’ve turned comments off as I really don’t think anyone will have anything they want to say! LOL
For some Christmas Carol type stories, may I recommend…
Eb, which is not Spirk related, but is my take on this timeless classic
https://archiveofourown.org/works/12885231
Or for my Spirk version (which is super angsty but has a happy ending)
A Spirky Christmas Carol
https://archiveofourown.org/works/2707625/chapters/6059594
I hope to have a new flash up tomorrow and I’ll be working on the next chapter of Jim’s Christmas Wish, too
Jim’s mother picked them up from the shuttlebay when they arrived the Wednesday afternoon before Thanksgiving. Leonard McCoy had accompanied them.
She hugged Jim for a long time, then turned to McCoy.
“Leonard, it’s good to see you again. I’m so glad you decided to come along.”
“Thank you for having me.”
She turned to Spock. “And you’re Spock. I wish I could say I’ve heard a lot about you, but Jim’s tightlipped.”
Jim laughed. “Mom.”
“Nevertheless, I’m happy you’re here. I know you’re a vegetarian so have no fear, I have dishes that are Vulcan friendly.”
“That is kind of you, madam.”
“Winona, please. Now let’s get a move on, There’s a chance of snow later and I want us all safely settled and, in the farmhouse, where it’s warm and cozy.”
Spock had to agree a short time later when they arrived at the farmhouse that it was nicely warm and welcoming.
He was even given a room with Jim, which he hadn’t been sure that would be the case.
“Oh, please. I’m not naïve,” she’d them. “Way back when I was your age, George’s mom made us have separate bedrooms at Christmas and he snuck into my room anyway. Now that I think about it, I think that’s when your brother was conceived.”
Jim winced. “We sure didn’t need to hear that, Mom.”
She chuckled, wrapped them in embraces and then led all three of them back downstairs to where she built a fire in the fireplace.
“It’s really nice to have someone in this house other than me again,” Winona told them.
Jim who sat beside her, patted her arm. “It’s nice for us too.”
“I wish Sam would…” She sighed.
“You can’t change him. Let’s just be happy with what we have here this time.”
“You’re right of course, Jimmy. Let me tell you what we’re having tomorrow. Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, squash, broccoli, pie and—”
Jim smiled at Spock over his mother’s head and Spock felt very warm indeed.
Somehow Jim ended up being victorious two chess games in a row with Spock, and he’d have been a little surprised except Spock had seemed distracted since Jim had arrived at his apartment.
Rather than set up a third match, they’d moved over to the sofa in Spock’s apartment. He’d made them tea but neither of them had taken more than a sip.
“Are you okay?” Jim asked. “You don’t seem very much into chess tonight. I would have been all right if you’d wanted to cancel.”
Spock shook his head. “I did not want to cancel. But you are correct that I am perhaps distracted. I received communication from my mother that my parents will be coming to San Francisco next week.”
“That’s not a good thing?”
“Seeing my mother is, of course, pleasing, but my father and I have not spoken since we argued over my decision to enlist in Starfleet rather than accept enrollment at the Vulcan Science Academy. I made something of a scene in front of the acceptance board.”
“Your dad was embarrassed?”
“Vulcans do not feel embarrassment.” Spock’s lips twitched slightly at Jim’s raised brows. “Or at any rate, we do not acknowledge when we do. I believe a visit with my parents may become awkward.”
“Why will they be here?”
“My father is the Vulcan Ambassador to Earth and will be attending Federation meetings. Mother is availing herself of the opportunity to see me and other members of our family who reside on Earth.”
“I definitely understand awkward family moments.” Jim smiled. “Maybe I can distract you from thinking about all that?”
“I do not know if I am up for another chess match,” Spock replied.
Jim laughed and shook his head. “That’s good, because I wasn’t planning on distracting you with my brilliant chess moves,”
“Then—”
Jim moved on the couch until he was basically straddling Spock’s lap. With one hand under Spock’s chin to lift his face upward, Jim pressed his mouth to Spock’s.
For a moment Spock did not react and he felt as stiff as a block wall. Jim feared he might have miscalculated and was preparing to stop his actions and form an apology.
But then Spock’s mouth softened under his, he groaned softly, and his hands came up to hold Jim to him. The kiss deepened and soon Jim found himself under Spock on the couch, their mouths slanting against each other hungrily.
When they paused to breath, Jim whispered, “Should we take this to the bedroom?”
Not sure what August will bring here in the way of posted flashes. It’s a busy month, with family visiting for two weeks and some other stuff.
I have to admit I am feeling partial to Starfleet Academy fics right now (honestly my favorite to work on) so I may post some flashes related to that at some point, we shall see.
In the meantime, hope you are enjoying your summer and not suffering too much in the heat wherever you may be.
Now I am sick with a cold. Ugh.
In good news, my relatives did come over this past weekend and they managed to correct something that was a huge stressor in my life right now. Yay!
But as I stated above, I now am sick. Ah well. Such is life.
We’re making progress on unpacking our kitchen stuff that was in storage for 6 months. Yay!
Over the weekend I thought of yet another idea for a Spirk story. Haven’t even written one word on it but I will. It’s got another hint of a fairytale but that’s all I can say right now.
Here are some calla lilies from my front yard
I know. It’s been a rough 6 plus months.
My kitchen is finished and I’ll post pictures shortly.
But now my washer doesn’t work and it’s such a fiasco to get a stacked washer fixed (stacked means the dryer sits on the washer in order to make it fit in a tiny spot) . Nobody wants to service or move them. So here’s hoping eventually it gets fixed. One guy ordered parts but we have to move it etc, as he won’t. One guy on his way to come out called and said, oh I won’t do those. But when you live in a condo you can’t get normal laundry stuff. It’s a nightmare, not going to lie.
I did have an idea for a flash for here so I hope to get it up sometime soon. I’m still playing catch up from my vacation and Memorial Day as well as my mental health is frankly suffering. It’s the pits, not going to lie.
I keep repeating…THIS TOO SHALL PASS
Below are some before and after pictures of the kitchen
Thanks for sticking with me while I dealt with the kitchen nightmare since November. Our stuff in storage is supposed to come to us tomorrow and we still want to replace the dining room light and get a new dining room set but we are on our way (stupid washing machine notwithstanding)
Oh and the white floor gets dirty very easily LOL
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 