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Flash Fic, June 26, 2026

This can be read as a standalone or if you want, the third and final part of the prior two.

Next week begins my annual Christmas in July posts.

“So…anyway. That’s my story. What do you think?”

Oh crap.

Jim leaned over his straw, stuck it in his mouth and took a long sip from his strawberry shake. His gaze strayed around the Academy cafeteria, stalling for time as he tried to figure out what Bones had just been talking about and what he was supposed to think about.

But his gaze stopped on the table on the far side of the cafeteria where a Vulcan sat talking to a beautiful cadet with a ponytail.

“Jim?”

Jim returned his gaze to his friend and smiled. In front of Bones was a largely untouched salad.

“I’m thinking.”

Bones narrowed his eyes. “So you weren’t just staring at Spock and Uhura?”

“Well, maybe I was.” Jim cleared his throat. “I think you should insist that she allow you at least three weeks over the summer to spend with your daughter.”

For several heartbeats, Bones stared at him, and for a second Jim thought he’d gotten it wrong after all. He hadn’t been listening, really, but nine times out of ten lately the subject was Bones getting to spend time with his daughter during the break.

But then Bones said, “Yeah, you’re right. I gotta stick to my guns.”

“You do.”

“And he’s coming over here.”

“Who?”

Bones snorted. “Who do you think? I’ll leave you to it. I gotta contact Jocelyn.”

A moment later, Spock took the seat Bones had recently vacated.

“Hey.”

“Hello Jim.”

“Listen, I know I didn’t make it clear the other day that it wasn’t a one-night-stand for me but—”

“Nor was it for me.”

“Okay.” Jim nodded. “It’s just I haven’t heard from you for days and I know you were busy because your folks were here, but I don’t know. I sort of felt…feel…that I’m not much of a priority.”

Spock looked stricken. Vulcan stricken anyway. “I apologize. I am…unused to dating a Human.”

“I’m unused to dating a Vulcan too,” Jim admitted.

“I will do better. In fact, I would like to inquire if you will go with me to Vulcan during the summer break.”

Jim blinked. Moistened his lips. His heart was racing. And he started to realize what he felt was a kind of apprehensive hope.

“Really?”

“I would like for my parents to meet you and for you to meet my parents.”

“I would…” His voice cracked. “I would like that too.”

“Is everything all right with your friend? He seemed to depart abruptly.”

“Custody issues. He’ll be all right. And, uh, I saw you with Uhura. I thought maybe…” Jim shrugged.

Spock shook his head. “She is a friend only. My interest lies entirely with you.”

Jim smiled, touched Spock’s hand briefly with his fingers. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Don’t you have a class, cadet?”

Jim laughed. “It was canceled.”

June 26, 2026 1

Flash Fic, June 19, 2026

Yesterday’s was so popular I decided to do a part two. I’m off to San Diego for the weekend, see ya next week

Jim was huddled over a cup of coffee the next morning when there was a knock on his dorm door. Figuring he knew exactly who knocked at his door at this time at eight in the morning.

“Come in, Bones.”

Sure enough Bones stepped inside.

“Coffee’s in the pot there.”

Bones smiled slightly. “Thanks.” He went to help himself to a cup.

He sat across from Jim. “So…how did last night go?”

“What I expected,” Jim said, vaguely. “And your night?”

Bones snorted. “Gary got shitfaced and threw up all over the dancer that worked there. Nolan got in a fight and they took him to jail.”

“About what I expected there too,” Jim said with a laugh.

“Mm.” Bones cradled his coffee mug. “So with my keen power of observation, I saw a mug on the kitchen counter that appeared to have remnants of tea leaves in it. Now, if you drink tea, which is pretty rare and only when you’re feeling poorly, you either replicate it, thus no leaves, or use a teabag, also no leaves. So that means someone else had that tea. Someone serious enough about their tea drinking to want to brew it.”

Jim smirked. “And what else?”

“There are two pizza boxes on the counter. One is empty so that one was definitely yours.”

Jim chuckled.

“The other one has a few slices left and the crust is made out of some vegetable and the toppings are also vegetable with the cheese being vegan. Definitely not yours.”

“What’s it all mean, Bones?”

“You were not alone last night. Someone was here with you!” Bones wagged a finger. “You made up that story about not getting the highest test score so you could have some woman over. A tea drinking, vegan woman!”

Jim shook his head. “Nope. You got it wrong, Sherlock. Or in your case, I’d say, Doctor Watson.”

Bones looked dumbfounded. “How?” Then he glanced toward the bathroom. “Is that the shower turning off?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You mean she’s still here?”

“No.”

“Jim, I know there’s someone here besides us. Just who—”

The bathroom door opened and Spock came out, drying his hair with a towel. Fortunately he had pulled on one of Jim’s robes.

“Good morning, Doctor,” Spock greeted Bones calmly.

Bones sputtered as Spock went into the bedroom and closed the door.

Jim lifted his coffee mug to his mouth and took a sip. “You were saying?”

“I think I’m going to go out for breakfast.” He rose from his chair. “See you later, Jim.”

“See you, Bones.”

Bones left and Jim got up to get Spock another cup of tea.

June 19, 2026 4

Flash Fic, June 12, 2026

Well…I don’t often do Original Series but decided to change it up for today. Here you go,

Jim wasn’t sure why he thought things might be different between himself and Spock after his former first officer came back during the V-Ger incident. He supposed as his grammy used to say, “hope springs eternal”.

Nothing had changed.

Well, perhaps that was slightly unfair. Spock wasn’t the block of ice he’d been when he first appeared onboard the ship. With thanks to Bones for the descriptor. He’d softened as evident by his behavior in sickbay after he had melded with V-Ger.

But Jim had hoped for a more personal connection between them, or a personal conversation at least, and nothing had moved forward in that direction.

After the mission had ended, Jim had high hopes. In the last year of that mission, he and Spock had grown close. As the end came near, they’d even taken their…friendship…to more intimacy. There’d been kissing, touching and gratification.

More than Jim had ever dreamed of and he’d been happy to explore more with Spock.

And then…he’d gotten notice from Starfleet that Spock had resigned and had left for Vulcan. He’d been floored. Hurt. Devastated.

The rumors it was for Kolinahr made him physically ill. But he’d dealt with it. He was a Starfleet officer, not some teenaged boy with a crush.

His heart had leapt with joy at Spock’s reappearance, but that had been tamped down when Spock made it clear he was not there for Jim.

And yet, after the sickbay, they’d grasped hands. He’d felt…something…between them. Hope rose once again in his chest.

Now nothing.

Jim was due to meet Bones for dinner. His friend was returning home to Georgia in the morning. Not leaving Starfleet again, no. But taking a bit of a leave after everything with down. Jim couldn’t blame him. None of them were young men anymore. It took its toll. On Jim, too, but more for Bones.

Bones had chosen a steak place he liked at a restaurant only a block form HQ and so Jim made his way there. Bones already waited for him at a table there.

In front of Bones was a glass of bourbon. In front of Jim’s seat was a glass of red wine. Bones had asked him want he’d want.

“I’m not late, am I?”

Bones shook his head. “Right on time.”

Jim took his seat and immediately a sip of wine from his glass.

“You look tired.”

Jim nodded. “Too many meetings.” He sighed. “They’re pushing through with the admiral promotion again.”

“You already were an admiral,” Bones pointed out.

“I know. But I thought…when I had to take charge of the Enterprise—”

“You mean when you seized it from Decker.”

Jim gave Bones a disgruntled look. “Anyway, no more Enterprise now. Admiral Kirk it is.”

Bones shook his head. “We all need a break after what happened.”

“Maybe.”

“And Spock?”

Jim took another sip of wine. “What about him?”

“Where does he fit in?”

“He’s being promoted to Captain, that I know. And I believe he’s going to be training cadets. He’ll be in charge of the Kobayashi Maru simulations.:

“Nice. But that’s not what I meant.”

Jim raised his brows. “What did you mean, Bones?”

“Well.” Bones shrugged. “I just thought you and the hobgoblin—”

“Yeah, no.”

Bones grimaced, then nodded. “Okay. I won’t mention it again.”

Jim smiled. “Thanks, Bones. Let’s decide on what to have for dinner.”

****

Jim had just returned from seeing Bones off to Georgia and then stopping for donuts for a not so healthy breakfast and was settling into making himself coffee in his quiet apartment when there was a tap at his door.

He really didn’t want to deal with another bureaucratic summons, so he almost ignored it. But whoever stood on the other side of the door kept up a persistent knock.

With a sigh, Jim set his coffee mug down next to the plate where he’d placed a donut and went to open the door,

“Spock?”

“May I come in, Admiral?”

“Sure. Yeah.” He held the door wider to allow Spock to enter the apartment. “You want something to drink? I made myself coffee but I could make you tea. Want a donut?”

Maybe he was babbling, but he was a bit rattled to have Spock there.

“Not at present.” Spock walked straight over to Jim’s couch and sat.

So Jim had no real choice but to join him. He waited.

“I would like to discuss the future,” Spock finally said.

Jim blinked. “The future?”

Spock nodded.

“Whose future?”

“Ours.”

“Yours and mine?”

Spock arched a brow.

Jim laughed. “Well. I mean, mine and then yours or mine and yours.”

It took a moment but Spock nodded. “I see the distinction. I believe the correct answer is mine and yours.”

“So…you’re saying…”

Spock moved closer and kissed him.

Heart thundering, Jim said, “So that’s what you’re saying.” And he grabbed onto the collar of Spock’s unform and kissed him again.

June 12, 2026

Flash Fic May 29, 2026

Yeah, yeah, here’s part two (and one more to go)

Of course what seemed like a good idea at the time, insisting Spock leave him and go contact the ship, therefore making sure two of them were not injured, now sucked.

It was dark and cold and still no sign of a rescue.

He huddled under the emergency blanket sincerely hoping he wasn’t going into shock. He’d been shaking like a leaf for over an hour. Or it felt like an hour at least. He wasn’t sure on the timing, really.

It must have gotten dark on the planet at least an hour ago and he’d started shaking then. It could, of course, be shaking from the extreme temperature drop. He hoped it was. He didn’t want hypothermia or anything, though he didn’t really think that would happen. It was cold but not that cold, surely.

The pain in his twisted leg had switched to a dull throb but he didn’t know if that was good or bad.

He’d eaten two nutritional bars and he had one left. Of course what he really wanted was a big steak, even a ship replicated one.

Admittedly he hadn’t thought the rescue would take this long and he began to worry that Spock had never made it to safety or was somehow waylaid. He tried not to dwell on that.

If this was it, well, then, he had a lot of regrets.

For instance, not completely reconciling with his brother. Things were…better than they had been, but not where he would like them to be.

Maybe not treating his mother as warmly as he should have. He kept his distance, affectionately, but yes, he could do better.

And never telling Spock that he was in love with him. That was big on the list.

He could do nothing about it now, unless the rescue really did come.

“For now,” he said out loud. “I’m going to sleep.”

He supposed if he didn’t wake up, he wouldn’t know.

****

Jim let out a gasping breath.

“Easy, easy, you’re all right.”

“B-Bones?”

His friend’s grumpy face appeared above him. “That’s right.”

“Where…”

“You’re in the medbay on the ship.”

Jim closed his eyes in relief. ‘Spock?”

“He’s here. I’ll send him in, but give me a minute.” Bones scanned him. “You were close, kid. Too close.” He lifted a lever and Jim sat up. “How do you feel?”

“Really hungry.”

Bones nodded. “I’ll get you something while I send in Spock.”

“He’s okay?”

Bones snorted. “Except for the tongue lashing I gave him, he’s fine. I’ll be back with some food.”

Jim nodded, smiled. “Thanks, Bones. I owe you.”

“Yeah you do.” Bones squeezed his shoulder and was off.

He blew out a breath, waiting for Spock. It was time to come clean, no matter the consequences.

May 29, 2026

Continuing Story May 08, 2026

Spock stopped Desda from following the gurney with Jim on it as it was wheeled past doors and into a healing center on New Vulcan.

“It is best you stay out here with Mrs. Kirk and the children,” he told her.

“But I…”

“I understand both your concern and curiosity, but please stay outside,” he said, more firmly.

“Desda,” Winona Kirk spoke up. “Come wait with us. We can all worry together.”

Desda gave a little sigh and then turned to join Jim’s mother and the two younger children.

“There is no need for undue concern. Jim is in good hands and will be well soon.”

Spock, having given a sufficient amount of assurances, entered through the doors himself and sought out the room where Jim was being treated.

Jim had been moved to a hospital bed. He lay on his back, eyes open, and speaking in soft tones with the Vulcan healer, Staurel.

“Ah, Spock,” Staurel addressed him upon his approach. “I am about to begin the treatment for Captain Kirk’s poisoning. I suggested to him that he be unconscious during the procedure as it can be uncomfortable, but he is reluctant. If you can convince him, I will return with the antidote in a moment.”

Spock nodded his agreement and waited for Staurel to move away from Jim’s bed. He was pale and sweaty.

“I can handle a little discomfort,” Jim protested.

“I have no doubt, but Healer Staurel would not advise it if he did not believe it warranted. Jim, it will be all right.”

Jim blew out a long breath. “Okay, I guess.”

“Perhaps we should contact Doctor McCoy to provide reassurance.”

Jim’s mouth thinned. “He’s not speaking to me.”

“Why?”

“Now isn’t the time to get into that,” Jim insisted. “But…listen…why did you come to Orion? Your dad said you were pretty busy.”

“I told you I would.”

“I will always save you.”

Spock had spoken those words a seemingly long time ago now, but he had meant them. He would always mean them.

“Did you…I mean…you knew I was in trouble?”

“Yes.”

“But the bond—”

“Is blocked on your end, yes. That has not changed. I shield but that is not something shielding assists with.”

Jim nodded and licked his lips. “Okay. I see. Sorry.”

“You owe no apology, Will you consent to being asleep during the procedure to treat your injury?’

“Yeah, okay, fine. I know when I’m outnumbered.”

Relieved he was being reasonable, Spock signaled to Staurel, who once more approached, this time with an equipment tray filled with four syringes. Jim’s eyes widened, but he withheld any more protests.

Staurel stepped forward, placed his hand on Jim’s shoulder and said, “Calm now, Captain.” And he nerve pinched him. Jim went lax.

He turned to his tray. “This will take an hour for everything to be done. First, I will inject him with a serum that will allow him to remain unconscious and subdued. Then I will follow with the other three syringes which will counteract the poisoning. You may wait outside as well.”

Spock bowed his head in acknowledgement and went to join the others.

May 8, 2026

Continuing Fic 05/01/2026

“Can you help him?” Desda asked as Spock bent down next to where Jim reclined to examine the wound in his leg.

Spock frowned and used a medical tricorder on Jim’s leg. “This wound appears to be infected with poison.” He glanced at Desda. “Are there poisonous plants and trees near your dwelling on your colony?”

“Oh definitely.”

Spock looked at Jim. “Why am I not surprised you managed to find one?”

Jim huffed.

Spock pulled out his PADD and handed it to her. “Show me.”

Desda tapped quickly on the small screen and then turned it back around to show Spock.

“These are the trees next to Tolar’s house.”

Spock scanned the information and then nodded. “We are nearing New Vulcan. For now we will keep him comfortable. I have sent the information on the poison to Vulcan medical personnel. He will be taken immediately for treatment upon arrival.”

“Then he’ll be all right?” Jim’s mom asked anxiously from her seat, her arms still around the little ones.

Spock nodded. “Yes. They will have the proper antidote.”

“Thank goodness.”

Spock looked down at Jim. “For now, remain calm and quiet. Can you do that?”

“Of course.”

Spock arched a brow. “You have already violated my instructions.”

“Spock—”

“Does it pain you?”

Jim’s jaw clenched, but he merely nodded.

“This shuttle has only a simple med kit, however, there is one hypo of medication that will possibly dull some pain.”

Jim blew out a breath and then said, “Please.”

Spock rose and went for the med kit. He returned a moment later with the shot.

“Can I do it?” Desda asked.

“Do you know how to give a shot?”

“Before my mother passed…she taught me. She had an illness at the end, that…required them. And I really would like to be a physician one day.”

Spock handed it to her. “Very well. Proceed.”

Desda leaned forward. “Where shall I do it?”

“Right next to the wound.”

Jim eyed her a little warily but he chose not to protest as she moved the hypo to his leg and then pushed it in. He grimaced.

“Did that hurt?”

“They always hurt,” Jim muttered.

“Quiet,” Spock urged. “Now have him rest. I will return to copilot.”

Jim was a little surprised when Desda took his hand.

“You can close your eyes if you want.

He smiled faintly and closed them.

May 1, 2026

Fic post, April 23, 2026

Here you go, a day early, or a few hours anyway…

Jim thinks he needs to at least pretend to sit near his mother and the children though his gaze wanders too often to where Spock now sitting with the Vulcan pilot.

It’s stupid to feel jealous. He doubts Spock has a personal relationship with the other Vulcan. Sarek had told him Spock was attempting Kolinahr.

He tried to remember now if Spock had told him whether he went through it or not. His brain was unexpectedly fuzzy and the heat in the shuttlecraft was distractingly annoying. He pulled at his collar.

“Jim, are you all right?” His mother’s concerned voice cuts through the fogginess of his brain and he straightened in the seat.

“Yeah, fine.” Jim glanced at Brick and Isabella huddled next to his mother, nearly on top of her but she doesn’t seem to mind. “It’ll be okay,” he tells them.

Jim didn’t really blame him when all they did was stare at him, barely any hint of life in their gazes. Likely they’re in shock. It’s been a strange few hours.

Sitting across from him was Desda. She watched him like shw’d trying to figure something out.

“You’re flushed,” she announced.

“It’s really hot in here,” Jim mumbled.

Desda bit her lip. “No, it really isn’t. It’s cold in here.” She sucked in a breath. “You didn’t get shot did you?”

“Jim!”

This from his mother.

He shook his head. “No.”

Desda’s gaze swept over him and then she got out of her seat and sat directly next to him. She pointed at his leg.

“What is that?”

Jim stared down at his pants and on the left calf he could see a dark wet spot. He frowned.

“I dunno. I think I cut it against a branch or something while we were escaping Tolar’s house.”

To Jim’s surprise, Desda pulled out a small knife and used it to cut away his pant leg.

His mother gasped. “Jim! That’s surely infected.”

Spock suddenly appeared. “What is the commotion?”

“Jim’s been injured.”

Desda put her hand on Jim’s forehead. “He’s burning up.”

“Well…damn.”

April 23, 2026

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