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Flash Fic, March 23, 2022

“Oh good you’re awake.”

Leonard frowned and gazed up at his best friend as he rested on the biobed. “Isn’t that my line?”

“Usually. Listen, M’Benga says you’re going to be just fine, but you gotta rest for a couple of days. You took a nasty spill,” Jim told him.

“Rest? A couple of days? I don’t have time for that!”

“Now, Bones, calm down.” Jim patted his head. “I’m going to tell you what you always tell me and Spock.”

“You two are a couple of idiots. That’s different.”

“Uh-huh. Dr. M’Benga is a medical professional who knows exactly what he’s doing. Now be a good patient and rest like you’re told.”

“I feel fine,” Leonard grumbled.

“I’m sure. But you’re still resting in here for two days.” Jim paused dramatically. He was always dramatic as far as Leonard could tell. “Captain’s orders.”

“So, you’re gonna pull rank on me huh?”

“Yep.”

Leonard frowned. “You look far too happy about that. Where’s the hobgoblin?”

“Bones.”

“Fine, where’s Spock?”

“On the bridge taking command while I fret over you.”

“You? Fret over little old me?”

Jim smiled and leaned down to kiss his forehead. Leonard snorted.

“Yes, I worry. I told you, you took a bad spill. Conked your skull. Got yourself a concussion. All that to get out of work.”

Leonard yawned. “I am a bit tired. It might be good to rest.”

“Of course it is.”

“It’s a full-time job looking after you two lug heads.” Leonard sighed. “How’s that going anyway?”

“Me and the other lug head are doing just great.” Jim straightened and stepped away from the biobed. “Go to sleep. I’ll come by to check on you later.”

“You’re enjoying this far too much,” Leonard grumbled.

“Not a chance. Go to sleep. I’m going to go captain.” Leonard sighed, grumbled again, and closed his eyes.   

Flash Fic, March 21, 2022

Since both Primes birthdays are this week (22 and 26) I give you OMS

“Where shall we go for our vacation?”

It was the third time his husband, Jim, had asked him the question, and though in all truthfulness Spock had no particular preference, he supposed he was going to be required to pick a destination.

Still, Spock decided to try one more deflection.

“I do not care. You choose.”

Jim leaned back in his chair and eyed Spock over the rim of his coffee mug.

Jim had made the mug himself; it was one of the many hobbies he had attempted to pick up since he retired from Starfleet. He’s purchased all the equipment and supplied to make his own ceramics.

It had not gone particularly well, and Jim eventually grew bored with it. The kiln had sat unused in the basement of the farmhouse for months before Spock finally took the initiative to sell it.   

All the was left of Jim’s many attempts were the rather blah gray mug he used for his coffee and a bud vase that resembled an erect penis. Spock had hidden it away.

“Vulcan?”

“I have no particular need to go there at present,” Spock replied. “My parents were here on Earth not long ago and we saw them then.“

“You’re not homesick? To see the planet, I mean?”

Spock shrugged. “No.”

“We could go camping again.”

Spock barely refrained from showing a wince. “If that is your wish.”

Jim sighed. “It’s not my wish, Spock. This is your vacation too.”

Spock pursed his lips but did not respond.

“What?”

“It is just that we have been busy and running around for months, lately, years, if you think about it, and only recently have had the opportunity to return here to spend any period of time. I haven’t even been able to fully tend to my garden yet.”

Jim frowned. “Wait, are you saying you don’t want to go anywhere? You want to spend our vacation at home?”

“At one time it was called a ‘staycation’,” Spock explained. “I know that you wish to go somewhere exotic but—”

“No, no.” Jim put down his mug. “If you really want to stay here on the farmhouse, I’m good with it.”

“Are you certain?”

Jim smiled faintly. “Yeah. As long as you don’t mind me helping you with your garden. And putzing around the kitchen making bread.”

“Bread?”

“I got a new bread machine. You can help me.”

Spock nodded. “If you are sure.”

“Sure, sure. I just thought maybe we deserved a relaxing spa vacation or something. But if you want to stay here for a while, just the two of us, how can I refuse?”

“Thank you. I will be rising at five tomorrow.”

“In the morning?”

Spock’s lips twitched. “Yes, but you can join me in the garden later when you get up.”

“Whew.  Glad to hear it. I’ve had enough getting up early to last me a lifetime.”

Spock picked up his tea and took a long sip.

“I should have made you a teacup. You know when I was doing my ceramics.”

Spock nodded. “It is all right. It would have been nice but—”

“I could take it up again and—”

“I sold your equipment.”

Jim deflated.

Spock sighed. “I suppose we could purchase new.”

“Orrrrrr…I have been thinking of taking up painting. A nude of you would be—”

“No.”

Jim might be bored, occasionally, during their retirement, but with a husband like Jim, Spock was not.

Kris’s Birthday Flash, March 19, 2022

I used Kris’s favorite meal for what Jim wanted in this flash. Enjoy!

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“Come here.”

Jim pouted petulantly. “No.”

Spock sighed. Walked over to where Jim stood, looking out at the stars on the observation deck. He put his hand on Jim’s back, but Jim shrugged it off.

“I am sorry.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m over it.”

“Obviously you are not. I…I did not think about it.”

Jim pursed his lips but did not respond.

He’d forgotten Jim’s birthday. That was bad enough. But the last birthday Nyota had, Spock remembered it, and had even presented her with flowers, though they were no longer together.

Humans desire to celebrate the passing of each year since their birth was peculiar to Vulcans, but Spock had adjusted to it with his own mother, and then later with Nyota. It hadn’t really occurred to Spock that Jim cared that much. But as Leonard had reminded him, that was also the day that Jim’s father had been killed.

His relationship with Jim was new and untested. This particular test, Spock had failed.  

“Jim, if I could change what happened, I would. There has simply been so much going on lately that I just—”

“Forgot to think of me.”

“No, Jim. I always think of you. Every moment I am awake, every moment before I sleep.”

“You remembered…hers.”

“She made sure of it by constant reminds,” Spock said honestly.

Jim glanced at him. “I wasn’t going to do that.”

“Yes, I know. It led me to the false conclusion that you did not care. I remembered on Yorktown that McCoy had planned your celebration as a surprise because normally you don’t make a big deal of it. From your own words.”

Jim sighed. “And you relied on that. Yeah, I get it. Sorry, Spock.”

“You owe me no apology. I just ask for forgiveness for my own thoughtless ineptitude.”

Jim turned fully to face him. “Never mind. I forgive you.”

Spock nodded and opened his arms. “Come here,” he said again.

This time Jim stepped close as Spock wrapped his arms tightly around him.

“I love you, Jim. And I do not like causing you pain. But I am far from perfect and I will make mistakes, but that does not make me love you any less.”

Jim laid his head on Spock’s shoulder. “I love you too. So much.”

“If you will permit me, I would like to go back to your quarters and prepare for you a meal for your birthday.” He paused. “With the replicators assistance of course.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I wish to.”

Jim pulled back and smiled. “Yeah? Spaghetti?”

“What else?”

“Ice cream for dessert?”

“Of course.”

Jim smiled brighter and kissed him. “And you.”

“Indeed.”

Flash Fic, March 18, 2021

I found one more fic that saw itself deleted, this one in spring 2019. I think it was another case of a comment but I admit I can’t quite remember. I had a plot planned that would explain everything too at the time. It was easier to post this then write a fic, I am lazy!

Anyway …Not Too Few Regrets

Chapter 1

I had expected to surprise her on Mother’s Day with an unexpected visit.

Instead she surprised me.

She was not alone.

As far as I knew, she hadn’t had a man in her life since Frank had disappeared off the face of the Earth. But it wasn’t like she had shared the information with me either way.

Worse was that she and the guy were engaged in…well personal stuff.

I had turned around and walked out of the farmhouse, scrubbing my hand across my face, I don’t know, to rid myself of certain images I had just seen.

She ran after me, thankfully now fully covered in a robe, calling out, “Jim! Stop!”

I did about halfway down the dirt road that led from the house to another road, off the property. My face was flaming hot.

“Surprise,” I muttered.

“It certainly is.” Her mouth was curved into a smile.

I couldn’t meet her gaze. “Er. Sorry. I-I guess I should have let you know.”

“I thought you were still in space.”

“Grounded. Temporarily.”

Her hand touched my arm. “Are you okay? You’re not…something bad hasn’t happened again, has it? Like before?”

She referred to my death, I knew.

“No. No. A leave.”

“Jim! Look at me.”

I did.

“What sort of leave? You aren’t being forced to take one, are you? It’s not a court martial?”

I shook my head.

“Because they’d better not. After all you’ve done for them?”

“No. It’s…I asked for a leave, actually. Personal time,” I admitted.

We both stopped when a hover car came down the road we stood on and paused next to us. In the hover car was the…well the guy Mom had been with.

“Sorry,” he said, sheepishly. “Thought I’d better cut out, er, I mean go. Talk later?”

She smiled. “Yeah. I’ll contact you. Thanks, Rex.”

I squinted at him and realized then who he was. The guy who owned the bar where I got into a fight with Cupcake and his cronies all those years ago. “Hi, Rex.”

“Jim.” He, too, was blushing. And I was pretty sure he was closer to my age then hers. “Nice to see you again.”

I’d seen too much of him, really, but I nodded. “Yeah.”

And then he was gone, leaving us alone again.

She was biting her lip when I looked back at her. “Where’s your stuff?”

“Back in the rental. I left it next to the barn.” I sighed. “I didn’t intend to impose.”

“You aren’t imposing.” She turned back to face the house. “Let’s go into the house.”

I followed her inside and she immediately went into the kitchen and started fussing to make coffee. Every once in a while she looked in my direction.

“Where’s…” She trailed off, looking anxious. “Look, why don’t you go and get your stuff while I go and get fully dressed? You’re staying?”

“Yeah.”

I walked out the side door that provided me a direct path to the barn where I’d left the rental. I stood next to it, staring in at my bags. In there was my personal PADD and I knew it was full of messages. From Bones, Uhura, Sulu, probably all of them, really.

Except…

I opened the door and grabbed my bag and walked back to the farmhouse.

Mom was back in the kitchen, wearing jeans and a pink buttoned down blouse. She was pouring both of us coffee, so I sat at the dining room table and prepared for the inquisition.

She brought over some cookies, too, and I immediately reach for one and started munching on it.

“What’s going on, Jim? I didn’t hear that the Enterprise was anywhere around Earth.”

“It’s not. They dropped me off at a space station and I took other transport from there.”

“I see.” But I could tell from her expression, she didn’t. “And Spock?”

“He’s acting captain.”

She blew out a breath. “And?”

I shook my head, but it was just a delay. There was no other way to say it. “Spock’s seeking a dissolution of our marriage.”

“Why?”

“I’m sure you can figure it out.”

“Not in a million years.”

“I cheated on him,” I said simply.

“You what? Jim. But—”

“We got in a fight on shore leave. A bad one. I got drunk, really drunk, and I fucked someone. Spock found out. That killed his love for me, obviously.”

She stared long and hard at me. “You…didn’t try to convince him otherwise?”

I shrugged. “Why would I? He’s right. I’m a stupid fuck who doesn’t deserve him.”

“But the bonding ceremony—”

“That’s canceled.  Maybe you can get your fare back for the trip you booked to New Vulcan.” It came out really stupidly flippant and I knew it.

For a long time we sat in silence. I knew she was staring at me, watching me, for what, I didn’t even know. But I just kept staring at the half-eaten cookie in my hand instead of looking at her. Shame would do that to a person. Me, anyway.

“I’m honestly at a loss,” she finally whispered. She reached over and covered my other hand with hers. “Are you sure it’s really over?”

I nodded, the miserable lump in my throat keeping me from speaking.

“But you were so in love.”

I closed my eyes then and shook my head. I’d done this to myself. Spock had no part in it and was blameless.

“How-how long is your leave?’

“Indefinite. Under the circumstances, Starfleet isn’t going to expect us to serve together again. Spock doesn’t want long term command. Or he never did anyway. Not really sure what’s going to happen. It’s under review. In the meantime, my crew, my friends, all hate my guts and rightly so. This is why this whole thing is frowned upon by the ‘Fleet, clearly.”

She got up then, taking her now empty cup into the kitchen to rinse out. She looked dazed.

“Look, I’m sorry. You didn’t bargain for any of this. I shouldn’t have come here. I’ll get out of your hair as soon as I can.”

“James Tiberius. Where should you have gone if you couldn’t come to your mama? You aren’t going anywhere.” She came back to the table and sat down. “Promise me one thing.”

I looked at her warily. “What?”

“You aren’t planning on hurting yourself.”

“Mom.”

“Humor me and promise.”

I sighed. “I’m not. Okay? I did this to myself and I live with the consequences.”

“Oh, Jim. I’m so sorry.”

There was nothing to say to that except that I was too, so I said nothing. Just finished my coffee and cookie, then went upstairs to my old room. I went into the attached bathroom and threw up.  

Chapter 2

I went down for dinner later, not because I was hungry, but because she called me down.

“Let’s go, we’re going out,” she informed me.

“I’m not much in the mood—”

“It’s Mother’s Day. I want to go out.”

And really, what could I say to that? I was the one who had arrived and messed with her plans, her day. And so we made the trip into town and over to a little Italian food place that was able to sit us right away, Mother’s Day or not.

“Let’s share a pizza. How’s that?”

“Whatever. I don’t care.”

She nodded and ordered us a large cheese pizza because she knew I hadn’t liked toppings on my pizza. A pitcher of beer with two glasses too.

“I’m sorry I came here to ruin your day.” I shook my head. “I can’t seem to do anything right.”

Mom sighed. “You’re firmly in the self-pity stage I can tell.”

I frowned. “Mom—”

“Jim. Look. You made a mistake. A bad one. I can’t dispute that. And maybe what you say is true and your relationship, your marriage to Spock, is over.”

“Is this supposed to make me feel better?”

She snorted. “No. What I’m trying to say, that whatever the future holds for you and Spock, you have to keep living your life, Jim. You need to eat. And you’re here now with me. We haven’t spent any real time together for years.”

“I know. I’m…I’m not in the best state of mind. I shouldn’t have—”

“Don’t say you shouldn’t have come here. You’re here. We’re going to make the best of it. As I was saying, I don’t know if it’s hopeless like you think.”

She paused as the waiter returned with the pitcher of beer and poured a glass for each of us. It was iced cold and completely wonderful tasting. I hadn’t had beer like that since I’d left Earth.

“My experience with Spock was that he was very much in love with you.”

“He was. But that was before I killed it.”

She shrugged. “Maybe you did. I don’t know. But maybe it’s not as hopeless as you imagine.”

“But he—”

“Asked to dissolve your marriage. Yeah. But I’m guessing he was hurt and wasn’t thinking it all the way through. And you didn’t give him any time, either, if I know you. You probably said, ‘yeah, okay, I’m leaving.’” She lifted her beer and gazed at me. “Am I right?’

I toyed with my glass. “What is there to say, really? I did fuck up, Mom. There’s just no excuse for what I did.”

“If it happened the other way, what would you do?”

“Huh?”

She sighed. She took my hand in hers. “Say the same fight happened. But instead of you, Spock went out and got drunk and slept with someone else. What would you do? What would you say to Spock? Would it be over?”

I opened my mouth. Closed it. “I don’t know.” And I realized I meant it. What would I do? I mean I thought Spock hung the moon or I thought I did, but then why in the world had I fucked someone else? What was even wrong with me?

“Well, you should spend some time thinking about it. Would one mistake Spock made when hurt or angry ruin everything for you? Is it unforgiveable to you? Because if it is, then you would have no right to expect it to be forgivable to him.”

At that I shook my head. Picked up my glass and took a swig of beer. “It is unforgiveable to Spock.”

“Do you know that?”

“He asked—”

“I know, I know, we’re back to that. For all your declarations of love to each other, I’m not sure the two of you have ever truly communicated. What your expectations are, what you want for the future. Whether you wanted a family.” She poured more beer from the pitcher into both our glasses. “Even what you plan to do after your careers at Starfleet are over. Jim, have you and Spock talked about any of that?”

I bit my lip and looked down at the table. “No. No, we haven’t.”

The pizza came then and though I was certain it would taste like cardboard or sawdust or something, it was surprisingly delicious, and I had devoured two pieces without even thinking about it.

“I’m not sure what made you two even think you were ready for a big step like marriage and a bond. Sexual attraction isn’t enough, Jim.”

“I know. I mean, I’m crazy about Spock. It’s not just the sex.”

“Maybe not, but something caused you to behave how you did. And until you analyze just what’s going on with you, Jim, you can’t possibly figure out what’s going on with Spock.”

After that I was tired of talking about me, we’d certainly done enough of that, maybe most of my life I had focused too much on me, which got me thinking, but instead I decided to turn off the ‘Story of Jim’, and ask her some questions.

“What’s going on with you and Rex?”

Mom blushed. “Oh that.”

My lips twitched. “Yeah, that. Is it serious?”

“Oh.” She sighed, blowing out a breath that fanned her hair. “I don’t know. It’s kind of soon. I like him.” She studied the slice of pizza on her plate. “But, um, I once liked…”

When she didn’t continue, I continued for her. “Frank,” I said softly.

“Uh-huh. And we know how that went.” She grimaced. “Not sure I have any right to give you advice of any kind about you and Spock.”

“Let’s not talk about that right now. Okay?”

“I’m sorry. I know you’re hurting.”

“Which I completely deserve.” Change of subject again. “Let’s go get ice cream cones after this.”

She smiled. “Yeah okay.”

And I couldn’t really make myself be cheerful, but I did manage a lame sounding, “Happy Mother’s Day.”

Flash Fic, March 16, 2022

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“Just because we had sex doesn’t make us married.”

Those harshly spoken words played over and over in his head like a stuck melody.

He was an ass, no doubt about it, and it had cost him everything.

Now he was alone on shore leave, probably alone period, and nursing a double scotch and staring out to sea, dealing with a broken heart.

He’d spoken unthinkingly, what else is new, in a moment of annoyance at Spock’s rather heavy-handed attitude. Naturally his Vulcan lover, former no doubt, had bristled at the rebuke and excused himself from Jim’s company.

That had been yesterday afternoon and Jim hadn’t seen him since.

Shore leave was over tomorrow. He’d be beaming back on board the Enterprise in late morning.

He only hoped a transfer request wasn’t waiting for him.

He’d rented this cozy little seaside cottage.  The lanai looked out over the ocean, and Jim was reclining on a rattan lounger, doing just that.

He was just a bit startled when a shadow fell across him in the late afternoon sun. He peered up and was startled to see Spock standing above him, looking down in barely disguised disapproval.

“Captain.”

“Commander.”

Jim pursed his lips. He was at fault, he knew he was. But damn it was hard to apologize.

“Spock, listen, I, uh, I was an ass. I’m sorry for what I said. I was drunk and pissy and the stuff you were saying was rubbing me the wrong way.”

“So it is my fault?”

Jim sighed. “No, no, that’s not what I’m saying. It’s completely my fault. And I’m sorry. I hope we can continue to work together as a command team in spite of all that.”

Spock stared at him. “All what?”

“The end of our relationship.” As brief as it was. They’d had sex, what, on two occasions?

“You give up so easily?”

“Well, no, I mean, well I…”

“Jim, if you thought I was overstepping—”

“I did, yes,” Jim admitted. “But the thing is, I don’t have a lot of experience—”

Spock raised his brow.

“With relationships. Other than the sex part.” He paused. “I have that part down.”

The Vulcan nodded. “Clearly.”

“Does that mean…well are we still, uh, you know.”

Spock sighed. “Yes, we still are. However, in the future if you think I am overstepping, I request you find a more polite way to inform me. I am quite aware we are not married.”

Jim winced. “Yeah. Uh. Like I said, I was being an ass. And I’ve thought about it and it was just a slight overstep, and I overreacted. I’m really sorry I spoiled our shore leave.”

“Fortunately, we still have one more night.”

Jim set his scotch down on the ground beside him. “C’mere.”

“We will both not fit.”

“I’ll make us fit.”

Spock shrugged slightly and joined Jim on the lounger. And Jim was right, they fit.

More Deleted Works (2015)

Here’s something else I deleted. Thought it would be fun to revisit it. I have no clue if I ended up using this in another fic. My memory isn’t what it used to be so I absolutely could have because I know I wrote The Hardest Part which had an alien inside Jim when he was carrying his kids, so I could have definitely some part of Joined for that. But take a look!

Title: Joined
by IvanW

Summary:

I had gotten a request from aberwelshgirl to write: “I was wondering maybe if you could do a chapter where Jim has a alien parasite inside of him? I would be interesting to see Spocks reaction to it.”
I think she wanted a one shot but well, it’s a fic.

Published at: 2015-07-03
Revised at: 2015-07-06 08:00:00 -0400

Chapter 1: An Earthquake

Jim crouched down low to inspect the alien plant with the purple and yellow flowers. He was bored as hell on this planet. What was it called? Monteferra. Yeah something like that. Maybe he should have listened to Spock for a change and stayed behind. Their scans had indicated the life on this planet was low-grade, which meant plants and maybe crawly things.

He stood and glanced around, looking for his first officer. He saw Spock standing next to an ensign, a member of his science team as Jim recalled. Her name was Shayla. She was Orion and only went by the one name. Bones was a bit sweet on her. They both had their tricorders out.

Jim sighed. He supposed he could tell Spock he was beaming back to the Enterprise. He knew Spock could handle it without him. He always could. The thing was he and Spock…well, they had just gotten their acts together as it was, and declared they liked each other enough to try this relationship bullshit. And because of that he sort of liked being around Spock. Oh, who was he kidding? He liked being around Spock even before the Vulcan had admitted he more than tolerated Jim.

The ground began to rumble a bit underneath him and Jim looked down with a frown. So far it had just made a noise with very slight low vibrations.

“Spock?”

Spock turned instantly as did Ensign Shayla. “Captain?”

“Is this planet prone to earthquakes?”

“Not that I am aware of.”

Shayla moved toward Jim, her tricorder out. “There does seem to be some activity beneath the surface, Commander.”

Jim stepped close to her and looked down at her readings with a frown. “Is this accurate, Ensign?”

“Yes, Captain.”

“Spock—”

The ground began to shake violently, with such force it started to split right where Shayla and Jim were standing. Jim shoved Shayla out of the way and went flying down with her.

“Captain!” Spock shouted.

Rocks from a nearby cliff pummeled down on them, but Jim covered Shayla from the worst of it. A security guard came running from around the corner and skidded to a stop just before a larger rock was about to fall on him.

As quickly as it began the shaking stopped.

Spock hurried across the split in the ground and reached down to help Jim up. Jim helped Ensign Shayla to stand. She swayed a little and held her head.

“You okay?”

“Just a bit dizzy, sir.”

Jim suddenly felt very lightheaded himself and began to pitch forward but Spock caught him.

“Jim?”

“Spock—” And his world went dark.

****

“Doctor?” Spock asked Dr. McCoy as he stood over Jim’s unconscious body.

McCoy continued to examine Jim without comment.

Spock clenched his fists. “Doctor? The Captain?”

“You can call him Jim when he’s in sickbay, Spock.”

Spock was losing patience. “Is he all right?”

“Hmm.”

On the biobed next to Jim’s Ensign Shayla sat talking to Nurse Chapel. “No, I’m fine,” Shayla was telling Chapel. “The dizziness is gone.”

Unlike Jim, Shayla had not lost consciousness.

Spock turned his attention back to McCoy.

“He’s coming around.”

Spock stepped closer.

“You’re in my space, Spock,” McCoy grumbled.

Spock forced himself to take a step back. This was too new. They had only started their relationship two weeks earlier. They were still navigating their differences, their similarities, their preferences…everything.

“Jim?”

“B-Bones?”

“Yes, it’s me. How do you feel?”

“Kind of groggy.”

“You collapsed on the planet. There was an earthquake. Do you remember?”

“Uh. Sorta.”

“Headache?”

“A little.”

Spock pushed forward. “Jim?”

Jim smiled. “Hey. Are you okay?”

“I was not injured. You were.” Spock reached for Jim’s hand.

Jim’s blue eyes were hazy. “I feel a little strange.”

Spock glanced at the doctor.

“I’ll keep him in here overnight for observation but all his vitals are normal. I think he will be okay.”

“You think? Are you the chief medical officer or not?”

“Spock,” Jim said softly.

McCoy shook his head. “I’ll give you a moment. I have to get something for his pain.”

Spock waited for McCoy to leave and then he stroked Jim’s hair off his forehead.

“Don’t worry,” Jim whispered.

“Vulcans do not worry.”

Jim smiled. “You worry.”

Spock exhaled. “There seemed to be no reason for you to lose consciousness. There are no bumps on your head.”

“Maybe I didn’t hit it hard enough to leave a bump.”

“But you did lose consciousness?”

“Bones seems to think I’ll be all right.”

“It was supposed to be a routine mission.”

“You’re fretting.”

Spock opened his mouth to refute this. But then he shook his head. “You take too many chances, ashal-veh.”

“How am I to stop an earthquake?”

“I do not know.” Spock leaned down to softly kiss him.

“That’s nice. If that’s my reward for being hurt—”

“Do not even jest about that.”

Jim smiled. “Okay.”

McCoy returned with a hypospray.

“What’s that?” Jim asked, his eyes growing very wide all of a sudden. The readings above the biobed suddenly shot up.

“Easy, easy, Jim. Calm down. It’s just to ease your headache.”

Jim licked his lips. “Okay.”

McCoy injected him. “All right?”

Jim nodded. “Can I go to my quarters?”

The doctor shook his head. “I really want to keep you for observation.”

“Spock could stay with me.” Jim looked hopefully at Spock.

“I must defer to the doctor.”

“Bones, I’m fine. Please?”

McCoy stared at him. Then at the vitals. “Are you okay with babysitting him?”

“I will report anything unusual immediately,” Spock assured him.

Jim gave the doctor puppy eyes. “Please?”

“You really have me wrapped around your little finger, don’t you?”

Jim smiled. Spock knew he had won. He always would when it concerned either the doctor or Spock himself.

A little while later Spock escorted Jim to his quarters. He had arranged for Mr. Scott to be on the bridge with Spock being kept apprised of any issues.

“Are we still in orbit around Monteferra?” Jim asked.

“We are still conducting surveys.”

Jim nodded. “I don’t think it’s a viable candidate for colonization what with the ground instability and the acidity levels of the soil.”

“You know of the acidity levels?”

“Yes. I heard the ensign mention it. The atmosphere’s a bit heavy too. There’s a reason there’s no humanoid life there.”

Spock nodded. “If that is the case our scans will come to the same conclusion soon enough.”

“I’ll make my report to Starfleet later.”

Jim made his way to his bed and then stopped at the foot. He stared at the bed, his gaze suddenly unfocused.

“Jim?”

“Spock, I-I need—please.”

“Jim?” Spock went to him and grabbed his biceps. “Jim?”

Jim shook his head. “Nothing. It was nothing.”

“Do I need to get the doctor? Perhaps it was unwise to let you have your way.”

“No, no. I’m fine. It was nothing. Really. Sorry.”

“You will tell me if there is something?”

Jim touched his fingertips to Spock’s jaw. “Of course, sweetheart. I’ll always tell you if there’s something to worry about.”  

Chapter 2: Intimacy

Spock would have said he was worried if Vulcans experienced such an emotion, but rather than use that to describe the way he was feeling, he went with concerned.

He could not decide what concerned him about Jim. He seemed perfectly fine. When he had returned the following morning to the medbay after losing consciousness on Monteferra, Dr. McCoy said Jim was fine. And the plain fact was Jim acted fine. Spock’s concern was illogical.

They were currently in the mess room partaking of a meal with Nyota and Mr. Scott, Dr. McCoy and Ensign Shayla. Spock suspected Mr. Scott was enamored of Nyota, but so far she had shown no particular encouragement to him.

Jim was mostly silent, listening to everyone else’s conversation, which right there was not typical of him. He smiled every once in a while in amusement at something somebody else said, but there was no true warmth in his smile. And Jim was eating a rather giant plate of fries which he dipped into mayonnaise.

Spock did not recall Jim even liking mayonnaise, yet at that moment, he was shoving great quantities of it into his mouth on fries. Which he also did not normally eat a lot of.

Jim noticed Spock watching him and he smiled, still with the slightly off smile he’d been using since returning from Monteferra.

“What?”

“I was unaware you had a particular liking for fries dipped in mayonnaise.”

“Oh.” Jim nodded. “These are just really good. Honestly, everything I’ve had lately has been delicious.”

“You did not seem to think the replicators were very good before.”

Jim smiled. “Must have made improvements.” He pushed the plate away abruptly and leaned forward and away from the rest of the table. “Are you finished? Because I’d really like to go back to my quarters and get fucked hard.”

Spock blinked and struggled not to blush. “Jim.”

“Don’t worry, no one heard me. They’re arguing about astrophysics.”

Spock was surprised Jim knew what they were discussing as he hadn’t seemed to be paying any attention to the others. “I am ready to go, yes.”

Jim stood. “Spock and I will see you later, okay?”

He stopped next to the doctor and squeezed his shoulder before exiting the mess room, with Spock on his heels.

****

“That was amazing,” Jim panted, as he flopped onto his back. “Fuck.”

Spock’s lips curved into a slight smile. “I am gratified you thought so.”

“If it had been any better, I’d have died.”

“I do not find references to your death amusing.”

“Sorry,” Jim murmured. He turned to his side and then placed his head on Spock’s chest. “I’m still, you know, figuring all of this out.”

Spock nodded and petted Jim’s hair. “Yes a new relationship is always met with some trepidation.”

“Right. A new relationship. Exactly.” He kissed Spock’s chest. “It’s true I know nothing about romantic relationships.”

“I am aware. My prior relationship with Nyota was quite amiable for the most part, though she wished I allowed more emotion to show during our time together.” Spock thought about it. “Do you feel the same way?”

Jim gave a little shrug. “I don’t believe your logic and lack of obvious emotions equal a lack of affection. If you want to take this slow, Spock, that’s fine with me.”

“Slow? I believe we have long gone past the chance for slow.”

Jim leaned up and kissed Spock. “Yeah, okay. The point is, we can take our time and get to know each other, yeah?”

“Yes.” So far they had not even melded. Jim was reluctant and Spock did not wish to push it. During his relationship with Nyota, they had never shared a meld. He hadn’t really cared about it one way or another. With Jim, he wanted it, but was willing to wait. He was aware Jim’s only experience had been with his elder and that it had been unpleasant.

Jim was staring at him intently now. All traces of a smile were gone.   

“Jim?”

“Spock, I—I—there’s—”

“What is it?” Spock sat up.

Jim blinked, let out a shaky breath, then shook his head. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

“Are you certain? Is it your head?”

“No, no. I’m fine. Really.” Jim smiled and this time it was his thousand watt smile. Spock almost allowed himself to feel relief but he was still uneasy, even as Jim snuggled into Spock’s neck.

Spock’s arms came around Jim and held him close. “Jim?”

“Hmm?”

“Have you heard of Vulcan bonds?”

“Sure. You’re bonded as children.”

“Yes, usually.”

Jim pulled back enough to look at Spock. “Are you saying you’re bonded?”

“Negative. No Vulcan parent would agree to bond me with their daughter given my mixed heritage.”

“What? That totally sucks.” Jim frowned. “Or maybe not. Because now you aren’t bonded or whatever.”

“Indeed.”

Jim gave him a quizzical smile. “So, um, why are you bringing this up, Spock?”

“I know we are still getting to know each other as you said, it is something I am thinking about for the future.”

Jim’s smile widened. “Yeah? Like with me? I mean, if-if that’s what-what you’re saying. I don’t want to assume—”

“It is what I am saying,” Spock quickly interrupted.

Suddenly there was an almost unbearable sadness in his eyes. “You really want that? With me?”

“Why would I not?”

“I’m just-I’m just a guy from Iowa. I can’t even tell you how many I’ve fucked up. What do you see in me, Spock?”

“I see my future,” Spock said quietly.

Jim’s eyes filled with tears and he nodded.

“But when you are ready.”

Jim lay back down on Spock’s chest. He nodded but said nothing and Spock just held him tighter.

Flash Fic, March 14, 2022

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Spock was aware of Nyota watching him as their captain slipped out of the booth after a muttered, “I’d better take this.”

Spock’s gaze followed after Jim.

Nyota sighed but there was a small smirk on her face. “You’ve got it bad. You’re really in love.”

He thought about denying it, thought to do so was idiotic, and shrugged instead.

“It’s all you can do not to get up and follow after him,” she continued. “Anyone else wouldn’t notice, but I know you pretty well.”

“Does it…bother you?’

“Oh, not really. Maybe at first,” she conceded. “It’s difficult to maintain a friendship with your ex-lover, Spock. I don’t know many former couples that do it successfully. So I’ve had my challenges.”

“I realize,” Spock acknowledged. “And I appreciate all the efforts you’ve made.”

“It’s because of my great affection for you that I do. And I also want to maintain my position on the Enterprise. Anyway, when your relationship with Kirk first started, it bothered me. It made sense, too, because there always seemed to be an invisible third person in our relationship, and I realized then who it had always been. The point is, that doesn’t bother me anymore, Spock.”

Jim reappeared at their table. “Sorry about that.”

Spock wanted to move out of the booth and allow Jim to slide in first, mostly in a protective manner, but he also knew his captain would not appreciate it at all, so he scooted a little bit in and allowed Jim to resume his seat on the outside.

“Trouble?” Spock asked.

“Only in a purely bureaucratic matter,” Jim answered. “Did you order?”

“No,” Nyota replied. “We were waiting for you.”

Spock sniffed. “Why do you smell like perfume?”

Jim laughed. “Oh that.”

His gaze narrowed while Nyota snorted.

“After I talked to Harker, I had to go to the bathroom—”

“There was perfume in the bathroom?”

“No, no. Anyway, I was coming out and…you remember that girl from Risa I hooked up with in our second year?”

Spock’s lips thinned. “Yes.”

“Well as I came out of the bathroom, she launched herself into my arms and kissed me.”

“Kissed you?” Spock bristled.

“On the cheek. I moved at the last minute so she wouldn’t get my lips,” Jim grinned.

“I suppose she thought you would just pick up where you left off.”

Jim shrugged. “Who knows. But whatever she thought, I did tell her I was here with the two of you, and that you and I were together.”

“Hmm.”

Nyota stifled a laugh. “All that in just the few minutes you were gone?”

“I don’t know why this kinda stuff happens,” Jim said.

She rolled her eyes. “Uh-huh. Wanna share a pizza?”

“Yes.”

“No,” Spock said. He shook his head. They continued to talk about what pizza they would get. Coming down the aisle toward their table, Spock spotted the female from Risa. He gave her a death look as she met his gaze. Her eyes widened and she turned and went the other way.

Jim glanced at him. “You look smug. Why?”

“No reason,” Spock assured him. He turned his attention to his own menu and food choices.  

Flash Fic, March 11, 2022

Someday my prince will come, someday we’ll meet again

And away to his castle we’ll go

To be happy forever, I know

Spock frowned in the act of drying his face after washing. Glanced toward the door that would enter the captain’s quarters.

It sounded like Jim singing, but…

Spock went to the door and tapped on it.

“Captain?”

The door opened to reveal Jim, fully dressed in his uniform and beaming a smile at Spock.

“Morning.”

“Were you just singing, Captain?”

“I sure was.”

Spock frowned. “That your prince would come?”

“Yep. From Snow White. An old old Disney film. I once thought about writing a version with seven Vulcans instead of dwarves but…” Jim shrugged.

“Seven Vulcans?”

“Mm hmm. I like Vulcans.”

Spock arched a brow. “For some reason I picture your version as being…pornographic.”

Jim laughed. “You sure are getting to know me. How’d you sleep last night?”

“You ought to know considering I slept beside you.”

“I know.” Jim grinned. “I just wanted you to say that out loud.”

“You are illogical.”

“Yep.” Jim kissed him. “Bridge, Mister Spock?”

Spock shook his head. He was in for a lot with Jim. And he looked forward to it. “Indeed.”

Flash Fic, March 09, 2022

A couple of people mentioned they could see a longer fic involved with the flash where Jim asked Spock to accompany them to Spring Break in Monterey. It was implied that Jim and Spock had spent a night together.

I’ve decided to make it a longer fic that will be posted on AO3 called Spring Break (I know, how original LOL) but I wanted to post the first part here. Eventually when I post to AO3 this might be expanded, but you get the gist of it here.

Thank you.

It had been a day like any other.
Jim was sitting at a small two-seater table outside a café restaurant a couple of blocks from Starfleet Academy. He had a carafe of coffee and a half-eaten BLT sandwich in front of him. He would take an occasional bite of the sandwich and would refill his cup from the carafe every once in a while.
His attention was on the PADD he used to do his Academy work and so he was therefore startled when a shadow moved across his table.
“I am looking for a good time.”
A Vulcan stood there. A very good looking, smoldering Vulcan. He wore black jeans and a black pullover sweater.
“Excuse me?”
“You are James Kirk?”
“Uh, yeah.”
The Vulcan nodded and sat down in the chair across from Jim. “I am Spock.”
“Okay.” Jim nodded. “Spock. What did you just say?”
“I am looking for a good time.”
“Well, all right, but, uh. I’m not really sure—”
Spock thrust his own PADD at Jim, where he spotted a highlighted paragraph.
“I read your ad.”
“My…”
Looking for a good time? Look no further than me, James Kirk, sex god extraordinaire. I can often be found at the Starlight Café. Come see me and we’ll have a great time.
Jim’s jaw dropped open. “I didn’t—”
“Normally I do not respond to such advertisements, but these are extraordinary circumstances. I do not wish to interrupt anything, but if you are available at the moment, my apartment is not far.”
Jim closed his mouth and stared at Spock. Lord, he was just gorgeous. And normally, Jim would be laughing at the absurdity of it all. And he had a pretty good idea what idiot was behind the phony ad.
The thing was, when was he going to get to have sex with someone like Spock? Hardly ever. Okay never. But yet here was opportunity knocking.
“I, ah, yes. I’m available right now.”
Spock nodded. “Excellent.”
He took back his PADD and rose, so Jim closed down his, and rose also. He discarded the remains of the rest of his sandwich and followed Spock from the café.
****
Jim turned onto his back, panting. Beside him, Spock was doing the same.
“Very well, your advertisement was quite correct, James.”
Now Jim did laugh. Because honestly.
“Actually, it’s Jim. And to be honest, Spock, I didn’t place that advertisement.”
Spock turned to his side and stared at Jim. “What?”
Jim faced him. “Look, that was incredible. You’re amazing. I loved every minute of that and I think we really should do it again. Like in thirty minutes or so.”
“I do not understand.”
“Yeah, well, that makes two of us. Sorta. Listen, what made you decide to answer that ad? Vulcans don’t usually have casual sex, do they?”
“Not often but it is not unheard of,” Spock replied. “In my case, I was…I wished to be a bit rebellious of the authority my father seeks to have over me.”
“Your old enough to make your own decisions,” Jim pointed out.
“Yes, but my father is…not like normal fathers, I expect.”
Jim smiled wistfully. “I wouldn’t know.”
“I suppose you would not,” Spock acknowledged. “He seeks to control my life even now that I have vacated Vulcan and live my life here. I had a moment where I wished to…”
“Rebel.” Jim smiled. “I get it. And I’m really glad you could rebel with me. But, Spock, I placed no such ad.”
“Then—”
“I have a sort of friend, a classmate named Finnegan. It’s just the sort of thing he’d do, so I am thinking he had a hand in this.”
Spock was quiet.
“Are you okay?”
“I am…embarrassed. A new experience for me.”
Jim moved closer. “Don’t be. However this happened, I’m really glad it did. And I meant what I said. I want to go again.” He kissed Spock, who after a moment’s hesitation, kissed back. “And maybe even beyond tonight. Do you think?”
“Perhaps.” Spock smiled slightly. “The advertisement was still accurate, nevertheless. You may wish to contact them to have it removed lest you get more interested parties.”
“I will for sure.”
“I, too, am glad,” Spock said, softly, almost shyly. “Though I suspect you must think me particularly odd and given to rash decisions. I assure that is normally far from the truth.”
“Oh, I believe that,” Jim assured him. “I don’t think you’re odd. And in this case, I’m glad for your rash decision.” He kissed Spock again, longer, more lingering.
“Thirty minutes?” Spock murmured.
Jim grinned. “Perhaps less. A lot less.”    

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