Star Trek

Flash Fic Friday, March 01, 2019

Bridge Crew Members, Cremley and Higgins, Speculate:

“Oh, my God. Not again.”

Cremley looked up from his station at Higgins. “Not again what?”

Higgins sighed. “The captain.”

Cremley glanced over at the captain’s chair. At the moment Rand was standing next to him, holding out a PADD for him. “What about him?”

“Now look at the commander.”

Cremley knew he must be referring to the first officer, so he glanced at the science station. Commander Spock was not there. In fact, Cremley now noticed he had moved over to stand beside the captain. He rolled his eyes. “Oh.”

“How can the commander be so blind anyway? Kirk isn’t interested in Rand, he’s interested in the commander,” Higgins said, with a shake of his head. “Both of them are so damn obvious about it.”

Rand moved off and onto the turbolift and Cremley noticed Commander Spock made sure she had left before he went back to her station. He’d never even said anything. He had just stood sentinel over the captain.

“I’ve heard rumors they’re together.”

Higgins snorted. “Nope. Well, not according to Uhura anyway. And I’d think she would know.”

“Hmm. I thought for sure when she dumped the commander, he’d run right off to Kirk. Those sad, pathetic gazes he aims Kirk’s way.” Cremley shook his head.

“Eh. Kirk’s just as bad.” Higgins grinned. “In fact. Watch this.”

Higgins got up from his station and swaggered, there was no other word for it as far as Cremley was concerned, over to Commander Spock’s station. Higgins leaned against the panel directly next to Spock and waited until the Vulcan straightened and turned to look at him.

“Hey, Commander, I was wondering how that experiment in Lab 12 went. I heard so much about all your work and—”

Cremley watched Kirk’s chair turn in that direction so fast he was surprised Kirk hadn’t toppled over. Then Higgins leaned in closer to Spock and lowered his voice so that no one could hear him.

Kirk got out of the captain’s chair and sauntered, there was no other word for it as far as Cremley was concerned, over to Commander Spock’s station.

“Higgins, aren’t you away from your post?” Kirk demanded.

Higgins stopped abruptly and stood up straight. “Well, yeah, Captain, but I was taking a bit of a break.”

“You just came back from lunch. You need another break already, Mister Higgins?”

Higgins reddened. “No, sir. Sorry, sir.”

He rushed back to be next to Cremley but he was grinning. “See? The two of them. Ridiculous.”

Cremley watched as their two commanding officers leaned in close and shared a look. He shook his head. “You’re wrong.”

“About what?”

“Those two are definitely sleeping together. There’s no way anyone could act that way and be platonic. They’re doing it.”

Kirk’s hand rested on Spock’s arm as he smiled at the first officer. He said something in a low voice that caused Spock’s eyebrow to raise. Kirk threw his head back in laughter. He squeezed Spock’s arm.

“See you later for chess, Mister Spock. My quarters 1900 hours.”

Higgins pursed his lips. “Okay. Okay. I think, maybe, you’re right.”

As Kirk walked back toward his chair, they both saw Spock’s gaze go straight to Kirk’s ass.

“Chess, my ass,” Cremley muttered.

March 1, 2019

Updating Stories and Stuff

I added Maybe, Probably to AO3 this afternoon. I don’t anticipate it being very very long, but it’s first chapter is up.

I have other stories in the works that I will not be posting until I have The Experiment finished.

Coming up for updating this week is The Mysterious One, Kirk’s Children and My Devotion. And a Friday flash. I had another suggestion for a flash given to me so I might do that. We shall see. And as usual, if I can do more, I will. But I think what I have listed here is probably plenty.

Tonight is Drag Queen Bingo at the Elk’s with my sister. Have no clue what it is, but that’s what we’re doing. Tomorrow is laundry and cleaning. I’ve been trying to give myself the weekends free from writing mostly to recuperate and so far I think it’s been working nicely.

Off to make myself tea and play my game that has a Carnival Event going on right now!

Thank you all so much for your support.

February 23, 2019

Flash Fic, February 22 2019

It was ten minutes past the time Jim was supposed to meet them, but Spock knew that was hardly unusual. Ever since Admiral Evans had retired, Jim had been taking on far more duties than he probably should. He’d told Spock that he was only going to HQ for an hour or so that Saturday morning, but an hour after he’d left, Jim had messaged him that he would just meet Spock and Surak at the San Francisco Zoo.

“He’s not coming,” Surak said, forlorn.

“He did not message me indicating that.” Spock paused as he surveyed the crowd. “He will be here.”

Spock hoped he was not lying to his son.

And then a moment later, he felt the prickle of Jim nearby just as Surak hopped up and down.

“Daddy’s coming!”

Sure enough, Jim came into view. He’d changed from the admiral’s uniform he’d worn that morning and now wore ripped blue jeans, a gray T-shirt, and a red plaid flannel shirt over that, left unbuttoned. He looked, of course, completely gorgeous.

Surak immediately started to run toward him.

“Surak, no running.”

His son ignored him and reached Jim in seconds. Jim swooped up the boy with a laugh, holding him close.

“Hey there, Tiger.”

“Not a tiger, Daddy. Lion.”

“Oh. Right. Yeah. A lion. Hey there, Lion.”’

Jim reached Spock with their son and leaned in to peck Spock on the lips. “Hi, Sweetheart.”

“You are late.”

“I know. Went home to change.” He smiled at Surak. “To make up for it I’ll get you the biggest stuffed animal of your choice.”

“Yay!”

“Jim.”

“Oh, come on, Spock. If I can’t spoil our son, who can I spoil?” His smile widened. “I’ll buy you one too, if you want.” He winked at Spock, who rolled his eyes.

“Sa-Mekh already got the tickets.”

“Of course he did. Your Sa-Mekh is very efficient. Shall we?”

Once inside, he set Surak down so that the boy could walk, though it was more like running, and Spock hoped that meant he would be burning a lot off of his manic energy, something he somehow had gotten from Jim, though they were not biologically related.

“Jim.” They stopped before an enclosure with flamingos.

“Hmm?”

“I have been thinking about a blue-eyed, blond-haired child.”

Jim glanced at him. “I’m sorry?”

“I am speaking of expanding our family. Surak was created through me and a surrogate. I would like to suggest using you and a surrogate for our next child.”

“Our next?”

Spock nodded. “It would please me greatly for that child to resemble you. If you recall, when we first bonded and married, we spoke of filling our home with the love and laughter of children.”

“Uh. Well. Yeah. We did.” Jim watched Surak for a moment and then looked back at Spock. “With the job—”

“We can handle it, Adun.”

“Are you sure? Because the bulk of it will be on you. And you did mention wanting to move more into diplomacy and perhaps ambassadorship, like your dad and the other you.”

“There is time for that, Jim.”

Jim nodded. “Yeah. I mean, if you think there is. By the time a baby would be born, I’d probably be okay to take some parental leave.”

“I am certain.”

His mate blew out a breath. “Well.”

“Come on, Daddy.” Surak reached for Jim’s hand and tugged him from the flamingos and down a pathway toward the next exhibit. Spock dutifully followed.

For the moment, Spock let Jim just enjoy the day with Surak as their little boy, excitedly dashed from animal to animal. When they reached the lions, Surak grew pensive.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, kiddo?” Jim crouched down next to him.

“Why are they in a cage?”

“Well, the enclosure protects them from us and us from them. It’s not ideal, of course. But see these animals are here because this zoo works for conservation and to preserve them so they don’t become extinct like so many other animals that used to roam the Earth. They study them so they can protect them from being destroy by humans. And maybe when you have children of your own someday, these beautiful animals will still be here on Earth.”

Surak put his little hand on the glass. “I want to help save them.”

“That would be fantastic.”

Surak turned to Jim, putting his hands on Jim’s face. “Up.”

Jim laughed. “Okay, okay.” He stood up and picked up their son, carrying him to the next exhibit. And later, when they wandered the gift shops so that Surak could choose his animal, a stuffed lion, of course, bigger than the boy himself, Spock thought dryly, as Jim also allowed Surak to pick out one of those giant sugar flavored hard candy on a stick, Jim leaned over and whispered to Spock, “Yes, let’s do it. Let’s have another.”

February 22, 2019

Love of a Lifetime, Chapter 4 Beginning

I have finally started the final chapter of Love of a Lifetime. It’s going to take some time to finish it, but here is the first part.

Spock could not deny he was anxious about Suvoc speaking with Jim without his presence. He trusted their son and knew that Suvoc would do nothing to hurt Jim, not intentionally anyway. But Spock had become more than just Jim’s bondmate and husband, he was his guardian, and leaving him alone with anyone went against everything Spock had become.

He hovered anxiously. Pacing in the apartment when he could no longer stand still.

He could hear Ronan speaking softly in another room, obviously communicating with someone outside their circle.

Spock stopped outside the bedroom he shared with Jim and reached out through their bond to ascertain Jim’s emotional state. Jim did not seem frightened or upset, but neither was he getting any positive emotion from his husband. Just neutrality.

He turned and went into the kitchen to pour himself tea. Spock had time to wonder if perhaps his need to protect and care for Jim had led to obsession. He did not know. He could not bear Jim being hurt in anyway. Coming home the night when his meeting had run late to find Jim in such a state had convinced Spock that he might not be able to leave Jim alone any longer. And then when Jim had gotten lost after that, Spock had become even more convinced. Losing Jim was not at all something Spock was prepared to do. Not at this point. Not ever, actually, but he knew it was likely he would someday.

There had been a time Spock had hoped Khan’s blood would keep his T’hy’la alive much longer than he would normally be expected, but the tests Leonard had done prior to his own passing had not revealed that to be the case.

The door opened to the bedroom, and Spock set his cup down, hurrying over to see the result of Suvoc’s visit with Spock.

The two emerged together. Suvoc had his arm linked with Jim’s, his expression very soft, gentle and affectionate. Jim had a slight smile on his face. Spock did not yet give in to relief.

“Jim?” he ventured.

“We’re going to New Vulcan, Spock,” Jim announced with a look at Suvoc.

“I have convinced Father that the healers seek to help him. With your permission, Sa-Mekh, we will all leave for New Vulcan tomorrow. Ronan and I will make the arrangements.”

Spock went to Jim then, removing his son from Jim’s side, aware he was doing so, perhaps, possessively.

“You are sure, Adun?”

Jim smiled, his blue eyes bright and clear, no confusion visible. “I’m sure. Maybe it will actually help.”

Spock hoped so too, but he was concerned that both Jim and Suvoc could get their hopes up for nothing. Suvoc could deal with it, Spock was sure, but Jim…he feared not. And Spock, himself, he was not sure if he could deal with the disappointment that there might not be any hope for Jim. He drew Jim into his arms and held him close. “Let us go then. Tomorrow.”

February 16, 2019

Friday’s Flash February 22, 2019

“Okay. Did you wash your hands?”

“Yes.”

“Hold them up. Let me see.”

The little dark haired boy with the not quite bowl cut and the pointy ears held up his hands for Jim to inspect.

“Hm. Keep them up. Might as well practice. Do the ta’al so we can surprise your Sa-Mekh with what you learned.”

The boy made a face. He used one tiny hand to move the fingers apart on the other tiny hand.

Jim tried not to laugh. “Better. You’ll get there.” He resisted, barely, ruffling the hair of Surak. Spock had taken a bit of flak for naming his son after the most famous Vulcan, but as was typical Spock, he didn’t pay them much attention.

“Okay. So. Now, your Sa-Mekh left you in my care for the night. Did he tell you that you can have pizza?”

“No.”

Jim nodded. “Did he tell you that you can’t have pizza?”

“No.”

“Hmm. Well, that’s too bad. How can I be a terrible influence then? All right, sit at the table.”

Surak, who was all of four years old, dutifully scurried over to Jim’s dining room table and crawled into a seat. He didn’t need a booster seat anymore but it was a near thing.

Jim went to the kitchen and opened the box for the pizza meant for Surak and took out two slices. He took out two slices of his own pizza too, and went to the table with both.

“Yours has a cauliflower crust and vegan cheese.”

Surak wrinkled his nose. “Yuck.”

Jim laughed. “I’m totally kidding. It’s a regular crust, tomato sauce and regular cheese. You’re vegetarian not vegan.”

Surak picked up a slice and took a bite, chewing happily. He eyed Jim’s piece. “That looks good.”

“Oh it is. But it’s got pepperoni on it and your Sa-Mekh would be very angry with me if I let you have it. He wouldn’t leave you with me anymore.”

Surak agreed with a nod and continued to eat his pizza. He also got sauce all over his little face.

“You’re supposed to eat it not wear it,” Jim admonished, but not too severely. “You want more?”

“No. Maybe for breakfast.”

“Ha, fat chance on that. Your Sa-Mekh wouldn’t let you eat pizza for breakfast.” Jim got up and went into his kitchen for a wet wipe and returned, wiping Surak’s face and hands. “PJ’s?”

“Please.”

He was so darn cute saying please. Just like a little adult. None of this ‘pease’ other little obnoxious children said.

He took Surak’s hand and walked with him into the bedroom where he’d left the bag that Spock had given him with Surak’s things he was to use for the night. He unzipped it and dug inside, pulling out feety pajamas.

“These are them?” he asked, surprised. They were kind of golden and brown and had a furry looking collar around the throat. “Is it supposed to be a lion?”

Surak said, “Yes. I like lions. Sa-Mekh said we can go look at them at the San Francisco zoo on Saturday. Are you coming?”

“Of course I am.” He removed the boy’s shirt and pants and then helped him into the pajamas, noting the feet were paws. He couldn’t help but smile at the image of Spock picking these out.

With Surak all situated in his absurdly cute lion pajamas, Jim took him back out of the living room.

“Okay, you can watch one program and then it’s off to bed. I promised your Sa-Mekh you’d be put to bed at a reasonable time.”

“Popcorn.”

“What?”

“You said I could have popcorn.”

“I did? Oh. Yeah. I did. All right.”

“Caramel popcorn,” Surak reminded him.

“Your Sa-Mekh will not thank me for getting you jacked up on sugar.”

But he led Surak into the kitchen to pop the popcorn and melt the caramel. He then mixed the two, threw it in a bowl and went back to the living room with Surak, both of them curling up on sofa to watch the show Surak had picked out for them to watch.

It was a couple of hours later when Jim sort of blinked awake at the sound of someone accessing the apartment door. Surak stayed completely asleep against him.

Spock walked in, arching that picture perfect brow at him.

“How was he?”

“Completely perfect and adorable, of course.” Jim shifted and Surak woke up, rubbing his eyes as he did so.

“Look, kiddo, here is your Sa-Mekh!”

Surak scrambled up from Jim’s lap and ran to Spock, hugging his legs. “You are earlier than anticipated.”

Spock leaned down and scooped his son up into his arms. “I am. I finished early and could not wait to return to you.”

“And to Daddy!”

Spock met Jim’s gaze over their son. “And to Daddy.”

Jim leaned over and kissed Spock’s lips. “Welcome home.”

February 15, 2019

Rambles, February 13, 2019

If you can stand another post from me, here it is!

Of course today I posted a short story called Always Shall Be on AO3. Most of you have already read it. I was contacted on tumblr last night by a reader who follows me there and discovered my secret identity (kidding). Anyway, she asked if I would write something to go with her Spirk art and I agreed. Fortunately she was okay with just a short piece because I just don’t have time for long requests right now.

I finished the next chapter of All I Ever Wanted and I will post that tomorrow to give anyone who wants to read Always Shall Be a chance to focus on that. I’ll probably add the other Valentine story I did to my one-shot collection either tonight or tomorrow as well. The one with the Vulcan card. I swear I can’t even remember what I called it anymore. Ugh, Anyway, I posted it here last Friday!

Long time followers know that me and M aren’t huge huge on V Day. I got him a small present (candy) and he’s making me dinner. But he’s not making it until Friday because we have our WW meeting tomorrow. I requested chicken and mushroom pie (it’s an English thing made with puff pastry) and mashed potatoes. He is also going to make me Pot Au Creme (some fancy creamy custardy lovebird dessert, ha)

I got my one-shot done for Friday and it’s super dupery cute if I do say so myself. Hope you guys will like it.

I may get some garage cleaning done this weekend. We shall see. It’s supposed to rain through Friday and again possibly Sunday, so it’s a small window of opportunity there. We’ve had a rainy season so far. And COLD for us. We’ve had more fires in our fireplace (M’s mistake on NY’s notwithstanding) this year than we’ve had in the last ten, I swear. Tonight I am off to Target and will likely buy a couple more logs.

And that is definitely it for now (well until Friday obviously)

February 13, 2019

Flash Friday, February 09 2019

Since Valentine’s Day comes on a Thursday you are getting this Valentine’s Day flash this week.

Photo by Kristina Paukshtite on Pexels.com

“Should I send chocolate to Jo?”

“Huh?” Jim’s steps faltered in the grocery store where he walked beside Bones.

“You know. For Valentine’s Day.”

“Oh. Um. Sure, I guess. Does she like chocolate?”

Bones smirked. “Doesn’t every kid?” He stopped before a display of brightly colored heart shaped boxes. He eyed Jim. “What about you?”

“Me? Since when have we exchanged Valentine’s Day gifts?”

“Not with me, genius. Aren’t you…well whatever…?”

“Involved in a sexual relationship? Yes.”

“So, there’s like no feelings there or anything.”

Jim eyed the glittery boxes with a baleful stale. “None worth these monstrosities.”

“A romantic to the end, our Jim.”

“Well. It’s not, um, you know. Not like that.” He felt himself turning hot and red, probably to match the candy boxes. But really.

“I see.”

“Well, it’s not like we have, you know, conversations and stuff. Candlelight dinners.”

“So, it’s just bend over and take it?’ Bones chortled and Jim turned redder. His friend held up his hands. “Kidding. You know what? I just don’t care that much about whatever goes on between you guys.” He made a face. “Maybe chocolate is a bad idea. A toy? Like a doll? Or maybe jewelry.”

“Or maybe a gift card and let her pick out her own gift.”

“That’s no fun. And not much thought into it.”

Jim shrugged.

“I know, look who I’m talking to.”

“You know my family isn’t much into gift giving and celebrations.”

“I know. That would mean you’d actually have to see each other.”

“Exactly. And God knows why we’d want to do that.” Jim picked up a large pink, sequined box. “How about this one?”

“Yeah, that one’s nice. I’ll go with that.”

They walked away from the display.

Bones suddenly grabbed Jim’s arm. “Look who’s here.”

They watched the tall, slender Vulcan enter the story and briefly pause in the doorway as he surveyed the store.

Jim opened his mouth to call out to him but Bones elbowed him in the stomach. He gave Bones a look.

“Let’s see what he does,” Bones whispered, drawing Jim away to the next aisle.

They watched as the Vulcan, Spock, stepped over to the display of heart shaped chocolate boxes. Jim frowned but Bones grinned.

“Isn’t that too sweet?”

“Shut up,” Jim whispered furiously.

Spock chose a big red heart with a ribbon bow and then walked up to the front of the store to the register. He quickly paid and left the store.

“Well?” Bones said.

“Well, er, what?”

“Come on, Jim. You have to get him something now.”

Jim bit his lip. He was so sure Spock wouldn’t be into Valentine’s Day. It was so unlike him. They’d even talked about it before and how stupid it was. It made no sense.

“I can’t get him chocolate, Bones.”

“Get him something else then.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, do I?” Bones laughed suddenly. “Sexy underwear.”

“Sexy…what?”

****

On Valentine’s Day, Jim went to Spock’s apartment. After a particularly vigorous sex session, Spock said he would get them takeout for dinner, and that Jim could take his time getting out of bed and getting dressed.

Jim got up, grabbed his clothes and went to go into the bathroom when he saw the big red heart box Spock had got for him. With a smile, he walked over to it. He’d left the wrapped package of the red silk boxers he’d bought for Spock in his book bag when he’d first got there as it had felt a little weird to give it straight away to him.

His smile widened when he spotted the tag Spock had included. He flipped over the heart shaped tag.

“To: Nyota, From: Spock.”

Jim dropped the tag and backed away, disappointment coursing through him.

Of course it hadn’t been for him. What had he been thinking, anyway?

Nyota was just a friend. That much Jim had known. So he knew there wasn’t any grand romantic gesture on Spock’s part in giving her the candy. Likely, his mom had told him to or someone like that.

His disappointment didn’t come from romantic jealousy. But from his own foolishness at thinking he was getting a present. Gifts were for suckers. Jim’s family had taught him that. And expectations were for fools.

He went to his book bag, took out the package and stuffed it into the back of Spock’s sock drawer. Then he texted Spock.

“Oh, hey. Can’t stay for dinner after all. Sorry. I’ll be in touch.”

Jim hit send before he chickened out.

He was on his way out when he spotted a white envelop on the coffee table. He stopped. From where he stood he could see his name in Spock’s ridiculously neat handwriting.

Jim bit his lip, walked over, and picked up the unsealed envelope. Inside was a card.

It was a rather artistic drawing of a Vulcan with a pulsing heart at his side, beating, or the drawing was meant to imply a beating heart anyway. Inside were the words,

I want you to live long and prosper…with me.

Just then the door to Spock’s apartment opened and Spock stepped inside holding two bags of takeout. He stared at Jim.

“You are still here. I received your note and—”

Jim rushed over to Spock and threw his arms around the Vulcan, kissing him hard. Spock seemed startled a moment, but then returned the kiss with equal fervor.

“Bones is right. I am an idiot.”

“I do not understand.”

“I know. But I swear, from now on, I’m going to be better.”

“About what?” Spock asked cautiously.

“About everything.”

“Then…are you staying?”

“I’m staying. And there’s something else.”

“What?”

“I’ve been practicing this. Um.” He leaned in and whispered in Spock’s ear.

Spock’s arms tightened around him.

“Did I say it right?”

“What were you trying to say, Jim?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, I love you, in Vulcan.”

Spock’s lips twitched but his eyes were shining. “I love you as well, however, you did not say Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Jim frowned. “No? What did I say? I got the words from your family and they said—”

“You said that you were mine forever, that you were obedient, that you loved me…”

“Oh.” Jim smiled and nodded. “That’s okay then.”

“And you like to cluck like a chicken.” Spock paused to let Jim laugh. “Sybok?”

“How did you know?”

Spock shook his head. “An educated guess.”

“We can reheat the food,” Jim said. “I have a present for you in the room. I’m dying to see you wearing it.”

Spock arched a brow, but he hurried after Jim, leaving the food containers on the coffee table as he passed by.

February 8, 2019

Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

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