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Flash Fic, October 31, 2025

And we come to the end of October. Happy Halloween

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Bones eyed Jim as he approached the rec room entrance. Bones stood there like a sentinel guarding it. Beyond the CMO, the Halloween Pary was going full swing. Loud pounding music, drinks, food, laughter, dancing.

“What are you supposed to be?” Bones demanded.

“Little Red Riding Hood, obviously.”

“What’s obvious about it? You aren’t wearing a little dress.”

“Ya think?” Jim fingered his red cape and hood. “This doesn’t give it away?”

“I suppose.”

Jim held up his basket. “I also have a basket full of goodies for grandma.”

“Hmm. Still pretty lame.”

Jim looked Bones over. He was wearing some kind of soldier’s costume, heavy with armor and some kind of helmet over most of his head and face with only his mouth showing.

“What the hell are you supposed to be?”

“Judge Dredd.”

“There’s something dreadful about the way you look all right,” Jim said with a laugh.

“Hardy har har. Where’s Spock? Are you telling me he got to skip this?”

“No way. If I had to come, so did he. Who’s idea was this anyway?”

“Who do you think? Uhura and Sulu. They’re on the morale committee.”

“They are the morale committee.”

A tall slender man attired all in black except for the wolf mask covering the whole head appeared behind Jim.

“This is very uncomfortable, Captain,” Spock said, his voice muffled by the mask.

“I know, honey, once we get into the party you can removed the head.”

Bones laughed. “So he’s the wolf gonna eat you, huh?”

“What else?” Jim grinned. “He made a better predator than a granny.”

Bones shook his head. “All right, go in, don’t let me stop you.”

“Why are you the doorman anyway?” Jim asked as he and Spock moved past Bones and into the rec room.

“Uhura’s orders. No one is allowed in without a costume. I only have duty for another ten minutes then Scotty takes over.”

Jim and Spock moved further into the party until they were approached by Uhura, who was dressed as the Huntsman.

“You’re going to come to my rescue after the wolf devours me,” Jim joked.

She smirked. “You wish. You guys want a drink? You’ll have to take off the mask, Spock.”

“He wants to anyway.’

Spock started tugging at it. “Captain, it won’t come off.”

“What? Here let me.” Jim started tugging at it. “Damn, it’s really stuck. Uhura, help me out here.”

She joined Jim in trying to tug it off. “It won’t budge. Sorry, Spock. You’re going to have to remain a wolf.”

“What? We can get someone to cut if off.”

“You run the risk of cutting Spock’s head off then, Captain.”

“Well, sure, but isn’t that better than staying a wolf” Jim turned to Spock. “What do you want to—”

Spock howled, then growled, pouncing on Jim and knocking him to the ground.

“Oh my GOD!” Jim sat up in bed, breathing heavily. His heart pounded hard.

“Jim? Jim, what is it?” Spock exclaimed next to him.

“Computer, lights.”

His bedroom lit up, and next to him Spock, looking perfectly normal.

“That was…that was a weird dream.”

Spock appeared concerned. “You were yelling, something about a wolf.”

“Uh-huh. Remember I was saying we should go as Little Riding Hood and the Wolf to Uhura’s party?”

“Yes.”

“Forget it. No way.”

“What will we go as then?”

“No idea. But it’s not going to require masks, heads or make-up of any kind. You know, you should go as me and I’ll go as you. We just switch uniforms and easy peasy.”

“What about my pointy ears?” Spock asked with an arch of a brow.

“Not doing that either. Just uniforms. That’s gotta be good enough.”

Spock nodded. “As you wish, Captain. Can you return to sleeping?’

Jim thought about it. “I…think so. Computer…lights out.”

 “Jim?”

“Hmm?”

“What big teeth you have.”

Jim laughed. “That’s my line. But go ahead and eat me.”

Spock pounced on him and began to kiss him until Jim forgot, sort of, about the bad dream.  

Flash Fic October 24, 2025

A gentler flash

Leaves fell outside the window of the hospital room on a late October day. Jim stared out that window as daylight disappeared and nighttime took over. He stayed out of the way as nurses fussed over his mother.  

When they departed, he turned from the window and smiled.

She fluffed her blankets. “You don’t have to stay here, you know. They’ll be bringing my dinner in soon.” She made a face.

Jim laughed as he approached the bed. “What are they bringing?”

“Supposed to be Salisbury steak with mashed potatoes but given the trout they served me last night, which was not trout by the way, I don’t know what it was, I don’t have high hopes.”

Jim pulled a chair closer. “What did the doctor say?”

“I have to stay three more days.”

“So you get out in three days? That’s good.”

His mom snorted. “That’s the way to put a positive spin on it.”

“I believe in positivity.”

She smiled and reached for his hand. “You didn’t always.”

Jim acknowledged that with a nod.

“Anyway, I’ll have a list of things I can and cannot do and medications to take and all that.”

“You did have heart surgery,” he reminded her gently. “I’m glad you’re here to get those lists.”

“Me too. But you really don’t have to stay. I’m sure you have other things to do.”

“I’ll stay through your dinner.”

As if on cue, the food services person appeared in the doorway, wheeling the cart, followed by one of his mother’s nurses.

“Can I get you anything, honey?” the nurse asked Jim. “You’re entitled to a dinner of you want one.”

“Thank you, no.”

“Okay.”

They both watched as the food services person put the tray in front of his mother. Jim peered at the Salisbury steak.

“Looks vaguely gray, that gravy.”

His mother sniffed.

The food services person looked vaguely affronted but departed with her cart.

“That’s one of our most popular meals,” the nurse insisted.

Jim smiled. “I’m sure.”

“Coffee? Tea? A date with my single daughter?’

His mother laughed. “He’s very much taken, Lois.”

“Hmm. Didn’t see a ring.”

“His Vulcan husband didn’t feel rings were required,” Spock said from the doorway.

Jim chuckled. “And that’s him, there. And I didn’t feel the need either.” He tapped his forehead. “He’s branded me his…here.”

Lois rolled her eyes. “I’ll never understand the younger generation.”

She slid past Spock to leave the room and Spock came over to his mother’s hospital bed.

“Here to collect him,” she said. “Believe me, he’s ready. He’s been hovering.”

“I have not,” Jim protested.

“We can stay as long as Jim wishes. How are you feeling?”

“Like I want to get out of her yesterday,” she admitted. “But seriously, take him home. I’m going to eat this slop, watch some things on that screen up there, and go to sleep. See you tomorrow, honey?”

Jim leaned over and kissed her. “Of course you will.”

They passed Jack O Lanterns and fake skeletons decorating the nurse’s areas and the lobby as they exited the hospital to Spock’s waiting hover car.

Jim sighed and closed his eyes once he got into the passenger seat.

“You are exhausted, T’hy’la.”

“Mm. Long day. Meetings at HQ, then coming here. All I want is some Plomeek soup, a massage and to laze in bed with you.”

Spock’s lips quirked. “Fortunately, I can make all of that come true.”

Jim grinned. “Let’s go home.”

Flash Fic October 17, 2025

AI generated picture

“It’s really coming down out there.”

Jim turned away from the window. Outside the rain was slashing violently against the window, lightning flashed, and an occasional large boom of thunder could be heard in the distance, though he thought it was likely coming closer.

Bones sighed. “There’s no leaving here tonight then. Hopefully it’s better in the morning.”

They were in a cabin in the woods. They were lucky to have found the shelter since originally they had been tent camping.

“Yeah.”

Bones poured whiskey from a flask into a mug. “Fortunately this place is pretty well-stocked. We should have booked this cabin in the first place.”

Jim had found the contact information when they entered the cabin and had notified the owner they were there and would reimburse whatever they used. He had been glad the owner was pretty cool about the whole thing. The cabin was a rental, anyway, and Bones was right, they should have rented it to begin with.

But nothing about this trip had gone right.

It was meant to be a little camping trip to celebrate the end of their five-year mission. Bones had fond memories of camping with his dad when he was a boy and he had talked Jim and Spock into the idea of a couple of days.

Of course now Bones said they should have rented a cabin. It had been his damn idea to do the tents. But Jim wasn’t going to point that out. He was cranky and miserable. The clothes he wore still clung damply to his skin and he’d only just got the fire going in the fireplace.

There was also the plain fact Spock was not with them. Just before they were to leave on this camping trip from Hell, he and Spock had a huge fight. Spock declared he was going to New Vulcan to visit his father instead and that was that.

Jim thought maybe they broke up. He wasn’t even really sure.

Somehow Bones talked him into making the trek into the woods for camping anyway. They’d barely set up their tents when the storm came. A bad storm that had collapsed their flimsy tents and drenched them.

They had made their way back to their transport car only to find it wouldn’t start and it was stuck in the mud, anyway.

So here they were. Wet, cold and miserable. He’d change into dry clothes except that the rain had soaked the clothes he’d brought with him, too, as his whole bag had been drenched.

“I suppose you blame me for all this,” Bones grumbled as Jim joined him once more by the fire.

Jim picked up his own mug of coffee mixed with whiskey. “Nah, you couldn’t have known we were going to get the storm of the century. They didn’t even predict it.”

“True. But I knew you weren’t thrilled with the tent thing.”

“Eh. I was a boy scout a long time ago. I slept in a tent a few times.”

Bones smiled faintly. “You’re being too nice. I’m sure things would seem better if, well, you know.”

“Spock didn’t dump me?”

“I’m sure he didn’t dump you, Jim. He’ll cool off and when we get back to civilization you’ll contact him and the two of you will kiss and make up.”

“Mm.”

“This isn’t the first disagreement you ever had,” Bones pointed out.

“I know.”

Bones sighed. “I’m going to go and take a nice hot shower. I promise not to use up the hot water.”

Jim offered his friend a smile. “Thanks. I only wish we could put on dry clothes.”

They’d hung up the clothes they weren’t wearing by the fireplace. Unfortunately the cabin, though having a lot of amenities, a dryer was not one of them.

Bones disappeared down the hall to where the bathroom was and Jim continued to stare into the fire.

But a few minutes later he heard what sounded like a howl. Surely there weren’t any wolves in this area.

Jim waited to hear it again, but nothing.

He was just about to relax again when he heard a screech. He stood up and set the mug down. He went back to the window to look out, but all he could see was blurry rain. There was another flash of lightning and this time the thunder followed almost immediately after.

“Okay, really, get ahold of yourself, Jim,” he told himself out loud. “Just the storm. Storms have weird noises.”

Or a rat. Did the cabin have rats? Although a rat might screech, it wouldn’t howl.

He shook his head and went to the cabin door and opened it to look out at the storm and surrounding area. Another flash and boom.

It was hard to see very far in front of his face as the rain was pouring down harder than he’d seen in years.

“Hello?”

Not that he expected a wolf or other animal to answer him. And he got nothing. Just silence. The rustling in the trees.

Jim took a step back, wishing he had a flashlight or even his phaser.

Then there was another howl, this one sounding like…a ghost. His hair stood on the back of his neck and he rushed back inside, slamming the door shut.

“There’s no such things as ghosts,” he reminded himself.

And really, how did anyone even know what a ghost sounded like? This had been more of an angry moan then a mournful cry. Did ghosts have emotions?

“No, because there aren’t any ghosts,” he reminded himself.

And then the knob of the cabin door rattled.

Jim grabbed a log to use as a weapon, went to the door and wrenched it open.

“Spock!” Jim dropped the log and flung himself into Spock’s arms. Spock’s arms closed around him.

After a moment, Jim pulled back slightly.

“Get in here! You must be soaked and frozen half to death.”

He yanked Spock inside and closed and locked the door.

“Spock, what are you doing here? I thought you went to New Vulcan.”

“I intended to,” Spock admitted. “But I could not let another day go by where we were angry at each other. I apologize.”

“No.” Jim shook his head. “I’m sorry. Let’s get you out of that wet coat.”

He helped Spock remove his heavy raincoat and then once more threw his arms around Spock, holding tight.

“Where is the doctor?”

“Shower. How’d you find us?”

“I surmised when I saw your destroyed camp that you logically sought shelter elsewhere. I searched until I located this cabin.”

“I’m so glad you’re here. I…was a little worried.”

“Worried?”

Jim shook his head and smiled. “That maybe we broke up.”

“Impossible.”

Jim laughed. “Maybe. Did you hear howling by any chance?”

Spock arched a brow. “Howling?”

“Er. Never mind.” Jim kissed him. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

Flash Fic, October 10, 2025

This one should be a tad bit spookier than last weeks.

Jim spotted his friend, Leonard “Bones” McCoy standing before a digital bulletin board on Starfleet campus.

“What’s up? Looking for a new roommate?” he joked.

“Well, I’m guessing that’s gonna happen pretty soon, but no. Listen to this.”

Jim smiled. “I’m listening.”

“Over the last few weeks several cadets have gone missing. They are seen one day and the next morning it is as if they have vanished. No trace of them has been found,” Bones read.

“Hmm. Yeah? Does it give any other information?”

Just then Jim felt someone’s hand touch his waist lightly. He glanced over and smiled at Spock.

“Hey you.”

Bones glanced over and barely refrained from rolling his eyes. “I should have known with you here Spock wouldn’t be far behind.”

“What are you saying, doctor?”

“Oh, don’t pay him any mind, Spock. We were just reading about the disappearances of cadets.”

Spock glanced at the board. “These are all cadets staying in the dormitories.”

“Yeah, looks like it.”

“Then it makes sense for you to move in with me now,” Spock said smoothly.

Bones snorted. “And leave me to disappear I suppose?”

Jim laughed. He turned to look at Spock. “Do you really think I should? I mean I figured I would eventually, sure, but we’ve only been official for a couple of weeks.”

“This seems an appropriate time given the recent disappearances.”

“The whole thing sounds weird to me,” Jim said, glancing back at the board. “I wonder if it’s someone’s idea of a Halloween joke.”

“I was unaware of Halloween being a time for jokes,” Spock said.

“Well, a prank.” Jim scooted closer to the board, moving Bones away with his shoulder.

“Don’t mind me. I’m just standing here.”

“Oh shush. See look.” He stabbed at the notice. “All of the cadets have been male with fair hair and blue eyes.”

Bones chortled. “That leaves me out after all.”

“That is alarming,” Spock put in.

“Hardly. This has Gary Mitchell all over it.”

“I do not understand.”

“Gary’s an asshole. Him and his buddy, Finnegan. The two of them get together and decide how to make everyone else miserable. Like my second day here, I walked through this doorway and a bucket of old fish poured all over me from above.” Jim made a face, remembering. “Those two idiots were behind it.” He narrowed his eyes at Bones. “Are you laughing?”

“Of course not, Jim,” Bones assured him.

Jim rolled his eyes. “The point is this thing is specifying “cadets” that sound just like me. I bet if we checked with someone in actual authority no such disappearances are happening.”

Bones frowned. “You could be right. I’ll check into and let you know. But I agree it’s likely those two idiots at it again. Trying to cause a panic or something.”

“Next thing you know they’ll be dressing up as the headless horseman and throwing pumpkin heads at people.” Jim patted Bones’ shoulder. “See you later.”

Bones moved off and Jim turned to Spock, who still looked troubled.

“I still believe it would be prudent for you to move off campus into my apartment,” Spock declared. “You have been spending most nights there anyway.”

“Yeah, that’s true. And for all his grumbling, I really don’t think Bones minds.” He grinned. “Okay sure.”

Spock glanced at the notice. “Are you sure it is a Halloween prank?”

“Not positive but it sounds weirdly specific.”

“Indeed. A bucket of old fish?”

“Yeah and it was really gross.”

“I will have to make myself acquainted with Mitchell and Finnegan,” Spock said, rather ominously as they walked away from the bulletin board.

Jim opened his mouth to tell Spock he didn’t really need to defend his honor, if that was the intention, but then he remembered standing there covered in smelly fish, humiliated beyond belief as the two idiots cackled like maniacs. He smiled to himself and began to plan his move to Spock’s apartment.

Flash Fic, September 26, 2025

And here is the last September flash. A bit of a twist on the Academy. Next Friday will be October 03, 2025 so we will be in Halloween/Fall mode.

“Are there any questions?” Spock asked as he shut down the overhead screen in his classroom and turned to face the cadets in his class.

A hand went up in the middle of the second row.

“Cadet Lewis, you have a question?”

She brightened. “Is it true you used to date Captain Kirk?”

There were several audible snickers.

Spock barely held back his sigh.

“Any questions pertaining to the actual content of today’s lesson?”

No hands went up.

“Dismissed.”

As the cadets began to file out of the classroom, he noticed a few spotted the man sitting in the shadows at the top of the stadium style seating, but they didn’t seem to recognize him, though he did earn a few curious glances.

When the cadets were gone, the man stood up and walked toward Spock.

“Used to, huh?” Jim chuckled.

“I suppose it is sort of true,” Spock replied. “We no longer ‘date’ since we are mates.”

“We went to a nice dinner last night, doesn’t that count as a date?” Jim leaned over and gave Spock a quick kiss.

The door of the classroom opened and Cadet Lewis came hurrying back in.

“Sorry, Professor, I think I dropped my lipstick…” She stopped in her tracks, eyes wide as she stared at them. “S-sir.”

Jim smiled. “Cadet Lewis.”

She scrambled over to where she’d been sitting, bent down and retrieved her lipstick. She straightened.

“So it is true!” she exclaimed. “But you still are dating, aren’t you?”

“Cadet—” Spock began.

“Commander Spock is my husband,” Jim explained.

“Oh wow! Wait until I tell Margery!”

Jim laughed.

Lewis blushed. “Congratulations, Captain, Commander.”

“Thanks. You’d better be on your way, Cadet. I have Starfleet business to discuss with your professor.”

“Yes, of course.” She hurried from the classroom.

“What Starfleet business?” Spock asked.

“Ship repairs will be completed by the end of the week, so your temporary teaching assignment concludes then too.”

Spock nodded. “I cannot say I am sorry to hear it. Though if you take an eventual promotion to admiral, I might consider returning to teach at the Academy.”

“You don’t want to command a starship?”

“I have no desire to serve on a ship you are not on,” Spock stated simply.

Jim reached over and squeezed his hand. Then he glanced around. “Boy, this all brings back memories.”

“Fond ones?”

Jim grinned. “Well, my fondest are in what used to be your office when you slammed me down on your desk and—”

Spock shut him up with a kiss.   

Here We Are Again

It’s that time of year again where I start contemplating my future in writing fanfic for Spirk. This past August I reached 12 years of writing and posting on AO3. That’s a long time.

I’ve seen a lot of readers come and go. A few have been reading maybe as long as I’ve been posting, but not many.

I’m left wondering if there’s anything left for me to write about AOS Spirk. I don’t know. I still have a few ideas in my brain ruminating but should I eventually write them or just conclude my “career” at the end of the current WIPS I have going.

I’ve seen the first season of Strange New Worlds and I don’t hate it, but not sure there’s anything for me to write about it for Spirk. They’ve done their best to heterosexualize Ethan Peck’s Spock to the point he even has a real relationship with T’Pring and even Christine Chapel. I’m not entirely crazy about Paul Wesley’s Kirk either. I don’t think he’s bad acting-wise but there’s an odd look to him that I can’t quite figure out that makes him not as cute as I’d like. Makes me shallow I guess but he’s no Chris Pine or William Shatner. Sometimes he looks okay but other times just weird. I never watched Vampire Diaries but I have seen scenes from it where he looked fairly normal so I’m not quite sure what it is about his Kirk that seems odd. Anyway, given that Spock’s leanings and my uncertainty about that Kirk, I don’t see me creating anything in that area.

Other than the occasional TOS fic, I don’t feel I can add much to that that others don’t already add.

So that’s where I’m at. Should I continue to create more AOS Spirk fics until I croak over (ha ha) or when the four WIPS I have going are done, do I give it up?

Thoughts?

Flash Fic, September 19, 2025

Hard to believe only one week left after this for Academy month! Then we move on to October’s theme. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Here’s this week!

There really wasn’t any reason to stay any longer, and yet Jim knew he was lingering.

Professor Spock was resting in the hospital bed, though he was awake and had been conversing with Jim and members of the staff. He’d messaged someone Spock had asked him to so could come be with him.

He’d been assured Spock would be fine would likely be released in the morning.

And yet, he was reluctant to leave.

“Well, I guess, I should be—” He started to say for like the fourth time. But something always interrupted him. The last time, a nurse had brought Sprock a vegetarian soup for him to sip.

This time he was interrupted when the person Jim had messaged about Spock arrived.

Nyota Uhura.

Jim was well familiar with her. She’d been snooty from the moment he’d spoken to her at the bar in Riverside. He didn’t really feel like dealing with her fawning over Spock now.

And of course she ran right over to Spock and started fussing with him and the position he was in and his pillows.

Of course she had to be the one.

Jim grimaced. “Anyway, since your girlfriend’s here, I’m going to get going,” he said loudly.

They both stopped and then stared at Jim. He couldn’t tell if it was because they forgot he was even there or what.

Spock’s mouth hung open slightly. “Nyota is not my girlfriend.”

Jim was nonplused by this.

Spock seemed a bit dazed himself. “I thought…” He trailed off and oddly enough blushed.

Uhura cleared her throat. “I think I’m going to run to the cafeteria for some tea.” She leaned down to kiss Spock’s forehead. “I’ll be back.”

Jim watched her leave, admittedly confused. He wasn’t sure what just happened.

 “Uh.” He knew he sounded lame.

Spock was still looking embarrassed. “I apologize, Jim. I assumed…”

Jim got closer. “Assumed what?”

Spock did not meet his gaze. “That you shared my interest. If I have misinterpreted—”

Jim’s eyes widened and he leaned over Spock to kiss him on the lips.

When he pulled back, Spock’s dark eyes were filled with warmth.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s me who hit my head,” Jim joked.

“Perhaps I was too subtle.”

Jim shook his head and then nodded. “Yeah, maybe you were. But I get it now.”

He kissed Spock again.

A throat cleared and Jim looked over to see Uhura smirking, holding a cup in her hand.

“Everything worked out now?” she asked.

Jim sat on the edge of Spock’s bed and grasped Spock’s hand in his. “Yep.”

She chuckled and came further into the room. “Now how exactly did you hit your head, Professor?”

Spock replied, “As it happens…”   

Flash Fic, September 12, 2025

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

Flash Fic, September 05, 2025

And Academy Month Begins

Someone slammed into Spock so hard it knocked him off his feet and to the ground just outside the biology building of Starfleet Academy.

“Oh crap. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m late!”

Spock, momentarily stunned, looked up at a wild-eyed sandy haired cadet with flushed skin staring down at him.

“Let me help you up.”

Spock shook himself. “There is no need, Cadet. I am capable of standing on my own. Since you are late, I suggest you continue to your class.”

“But-are you all right? Are you injured?”

“I am not. Go.”

After another second of hesitation, the cadet ran off.

Spock rose and quickly inspected his uniform, brushing off leaves and other debris. He was in time to see the cadet who knocked him down entering the classroom where Spock would be providing instruction that day.

Were Spock fully Human he would no doubt be somewhat amused by the coincidence. But because he favored his Vulcan side, he did not give amusement a chance to grow hold and instead made his way to the class.

The minute he stepped up to the podium and looked out over the cadets, Spock spoke, “I am Spock. I’ll be teaching this course for Professor Lawrence this semester.”

He ignored the few groans the Human cadets seemed unable to suppress. Spock understood. Natalie Lawrence was a popular instructor, but her difficult pregnancy had made it necessary to appoint a replacement.

He flicked his gaze out at the cadets sitting in their stadium-style classroom and immediately spotted the cadet who’d mowed him down scrunching down in his seat in an apparent attempt to go unnoticed. It was to no avail for that particular cadet was likely to stand out no matter how much he tried not to. He was very attractive with deep blue eyes. He was the sort of man who would ‘turn heads’ as his own mother would put it.

Spock had no intention of moving his head.

He cleared his throat and began his lecture.

Spock was not sure why he was surprised when shortly after he left the classroom that same cadet suddenly appeared, keeping pace with him as he walked.

“Hey, sorry about that. Professor.” The cadet glanced his way. “Commander. Sorry, Commander. It won’t happen again.”

“I should hope not.”

“Kirk.”

“I beg your pardon?”

The cadet smiled and for a moment, Spock felt dizzy.

“Kirk, James T. My name.”

“Ah. I believe I might have heard of you, Cadet Kirk.”

“Good things, I hope.”

“What I heard was neither positive nor negative. Neutral.’

“Oh. Well.” Kirk stopped abruptly.

And for some reason Spock found unfathomable, he too stopped.

“I don’t want to keep you from wherever your next destination is, I just wanted to apologize, find out if you were all right, and assure you it won’t be repeated.”

“I am unharmed,” Spock assured him. “But I do urge caution the next time you are rushing to a class. Not everyone will be as sturdy on their feet as I am.”

For some odd reason, Cadet Kirk smiled. It really was a very nice smile.

“Don’t worry about me,” Kirk replied.

“I am not, in fact, worried.”

Which drew out a hearty laugh from Kirk. And though Spock almost felt he should be affronted, like perhaps the cadet was having amusement at Spock’s expense, he found the laugh so appealing he could not be irritated.

Kirk thrust out his hand toward Spock and before Spock could rethink doing so, he took the offered hand to shake it.

And electric-like shocks crept from his palm and fingers where they touched Kirk all the way up his arm. And he felt an almost kick in his side where his heart lay. It was suddenly hard to maintain his composure and though he felt a tug on his hand by Kirk, who clearly wanted him to let go, Spock held fast.

“Are you all right, Commander?”

It seemed clear from the confusion on Cadet Kirk’s face he was completely unaware of what Spock had just discovered.

“Would you happen to be free for coffee or tea?” Spock asked.

“Uh. Now?”

“Preferably.”

Kirk nodded. “Okay. But I think I’m going to need that hand to lift my coffee cup.”

Spock released his hand then, reluctantly. Kirk smiled.

“After you,” Kirk said.

Spock began to walk and Kirk fell into place beside him. “I do not believe you will need to worry about being late for my course.”

“No? Why is that?”

“If I am correct, you will have to request a transfer.”

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