Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Category: Star Trek

  • Flash Fic (Roommates), January 27, 2021

    “How’s the new place?”

    Spock paused in the middle of cutting his asparagus spears in half. He was seated in the cafeteria at a table across from his fellow cadet and friend, Nyota Uhura.

    “It is…an interesting experience.”

    Nyota smirked. “What does that mean exactly?”

    “The last two nights the neighbors in the building next door have had loud parties that have not ceased until one in the morning. While I do not need as much sleep as full Humans, I do find the experience troublesome. Jim acquired ear plugs and has visited there a couple of times to request they cease. He said if they do not his next choice is to acquire a phaser.”

    Her eyes widened. “Oh dear. He’s threatening to become violent?”

    “I believe his words are in jest.” Spock shrugged. “Otherwise the living situation is manageable.”

    “Hmm.” She tapped a manicured fingernail on the table. “Did you sign a lease?”

    “A six month one, yes.”

    “Too bad. Or I’d tell you to move.”

    “Who’s moving?” Jim slammed down a lunch tray, causing the fries in the little paper container to jump and spill on the table. He didn’t seem to care, because as he wedged himself in next to Spock, he scooped one off the table and popped it into his mouth.

    “No one. I was simply telling Nyota about our neighbors.”

    “Oh. Right. They’re going to be moving if I have anything to say about it.”

    “I’m surprised, Kirk,” Nyota spoke up, leaning back in her chair with her frappe. “I expected you to ask to join them.”

    “Me? Nope. I’m actually a bit of a nerd,” Jim said. “Not the partying kind.”

    She didn’t seem convinced, but she didn’t pursue the topic.

    Jim looked at Spock’s plate. “You’re gonna get asparagus pee.”

    Spock could practically hear Nyota’s eyes rolling. Her chair scooted back and she rose. “I have to get to class. Tea later, Spock?”

    “Yes, that would be agreeable.”

    Jim watched her leave, his lips pursed. “Don’t think she likes me much.”

    Spock was surprised by this. “She has never said so.”

    Jim smiled. “What are you up to tonight? After tea with Uhura.”

    “I have no specific plans. I might go to the Science Library.”

    “Mm. Okay.”

    “What about you?”

    “Nothing I guess. There’s a Rom Com marathon on tonight and I thought I might veg on the couch and watch that with a big bowl of popcorn. I thought maybe you’d like to veg with me, but if you want to study, that’s cool.”

    Spock absolutely should not ‘veg’ with Jim on the couch watching Rom Coms. He should stick with the idea of studying at the library. Because he needed to have at least some distance between himself and Jim.

    But as he was about to say that he would commit to studying, he glanced at Jim, and those sapphire eyes. His stomach hurt again.

    “I can go to the library tomorrow night instead,” he heard himself say.

    “Sweet.”   

    Spock inwardly sighed. But on the other hand, it also meant he would not come home to a sock on Jim’s door.

  • Guess the Fic January 26, 2021

    Today’s Clue

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    A Blind Date and Chess

    Part of the Professor/Cadet Series

  • Flash Fic (Roommates), January 25, 2021

    When Spock returned to the apartment it was to Jim sitting on the new couch, curled up with his bare feet on it, eating directly from a carton of ice cream. His eyes were red, though not moist, so Spock could not tell if he had been crying or his eyes were red from something else.

    “Hi.”

    “Good evening, Jim.”

    Jim said nothing else for a moment, just shoved another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. He seemed distressed, but Spock could not quite put a finger on it as to why or how he even thought it was the case. Jim’s body language seemed relaxed enough but there was something off about him even taking away the red eyes.

    “I didn’t know you were going out,” Jim said then. “Came out of the shower and you were gone.”

    Spock nodded. “I had an engagement. I did leave a message.”

    Jim’s shoulders hunched in then. Just a tiny bit. “First night in our apartment, I kinda thought we’d spend it together. You know?”

    Spock did not know. Jim had not said and Spock didn’t know there were rules about these things.

    He cleared his throat. “An unspoken rule?”

    Jim blinked, then shrugged. “No. Just an assumption on my part I guess. But I guess there’s that old saying my Gran used to say for a reason.”

    “Saying?”

    “To assume. Makes an ass out of you and me. Get it?”

    Spock did not, exactly, but he knew there were many things Humans paid attention to that Vulcans did not.

    “I do apologize for leaving, but I had arranged to meet someone.” Spock went into the kitchen to make tea.

    He was surprised when Jim unfolded himself from the couch and followed him. He put what was left in the container of ice cream in the freezer.

    “Where did you obtain that?” Spock wondered. They had not shopped for any food that he recalled and they hadn’t moved any either

    “Convenience store on the corner. When I realized you were gone, I went down there and got that.”

    “I see.” Spock put a teakettle on for hot water. “Do you want some tea?”

    Jim bit his lip. His hair was in disarray and he somehow looked far younger than Spock knew him to be. “You got any of that tisane with the little blue flowers?”

    “I do, yes.”

    Jim nodded. “That would be nice.” He leaned up against the counter. He had pulled on loose fitting pajama bottoms and an oversized T-shirt with some cartoon character Spock did not recognize. It was likely why he seemed so young just then. “Did you, uh, have a good time?”

    “It was…educational.”

    Jim smiled very slightly, but his gaze slid away, his cheeks vaguely pink.

    Spock once more thought he might be missing something, but he had no idea what.

    When he made Jim his tea, he picked up the cup and gave Spock a rather shy smile. It made Spock’s stomach hurt again.

    “I think I’ll take this to my room and get to bed early. Have a morning class I can’t be late for. Thanks, Spock. Goodnight.”

    “Goodnight, Jim.”

    Should I do Jim’s POV or stick with mostly Spock (Amanda’s part an exception)

  • Flash Fic (Roommates), January 22, 2021

    Decided to do this from Amanda’s point of view

    It was  a rare occasion when Amanda’s son asked to meet with her. It wasn’t at all that Spock did not love her. She knew he did, though he had not said so since he was a very small boy. She knew it, nonetheless.

    But Spock, being Spock and Vulcan, he was not very sociable. And certainly not with his parents.

    They were currently in San Francisco, though, where Spock was going to school and she had hoped to see him while there. On her own of course. Sarek was still not pleased with their son’s choices, though he had welcomed a visit just before the holidays with Spock.

    Still the late invitation to meet with Spock at one of the family’s favorite restaurants had been surprising and unusual enough that Amanda was certain something was up.

    When she arrived to be seated, Spock had already arrived and been waiting for her. Amanda herself was punctual, but Spock was always early.

    He stood when she approached the table he had selected, but she waved him back into place. She knew better than to greet him with a hug or kiss.

    She smiled though, very pleased to see him. “You look well.”

    “Thank you, Mother. You do as well.” Spock hesitated. Then said, “I have moved locations.”

    “You’re not at the dorm anymore?” This was surprising news to her. “I thought you liked staying with that boy. Um. Jim?”

    Amanda had been surprised how warm Spock’s eyes had gotten when discussing his roommate, because that had not been like her son at all. She’d even theorized out loud to Sarek that Spock might have a crush on his roommate but Sarek had downplayed the idea.

    At that moment, the waiter arrived with a pot of tea Spock had ordered and they both ordered their usual favorite dishes at the restaurant.

    Spock poured them tea and said, “Yes, Jim. Jim moved with me.”

    She paused in the middle of stirring sweetener into her tea. “Did he?”

    Her son shook his head. “It was not my intention, initially but then…”

    “Then?”

    “He inferred that moving out would be ‘ditching’ him, he realized I intended to move because I was not comfortable living with him, and he thought we were friends and…” Spock paused.

    “Wait. You wanted to move out to get away from him?”

    Spock nodded.

    Amanda frowned. “I see. Well. Then, Spock, was it wise to have him move with you? I don’t really understand.”

    “Nor do I. But his clear disappointment in me drove me to alter my plan and I said he could move with me. Completely illogical.”

    “Hmm. I had gotten the impression you liked Jim.”

    “I do.”

    “Yet you were uncomfortable living with him. It can’t be because he’s human, since you lived with me.” She laughed. But Spock did not look amused. “Spock, will you explain?”

    He blew out a long breath and took several sips of tea. Then the waiter arrived with their dinner, so Amanda ate for a bit before pressing him.

    “Spock?”

    “The reason I was uncomfortable living with Jim is that I developed feeling of affection for him.” Spock looked away. “More than friendship.”

    Then Amanda had been right. Of course she would gloat to Sarek later. Right now this required her serious attention.

    “Well. Why didn’t you tell Jim that you wished to consider him…romantically?”

    “That is not an easy conversation for me. And while I was still contemplating the exact nature of my emotional attachment to him, I saw him with a paramour.”

    “Oh.” Amanda tried not to sigh. And be affronted on her son’s behalf. She hated seeing her quite sensitive son getting hurt. “Well.”

    “I did not wish to live with Jim while experiencing unrequited love. But when he expressed disappointment, I could not refrain from inviting him to move with me.”

    “Is that why you wanted to see me?” Amanda guessed.

    Spock nodded. “Today was moving day. It went well enough, but Jim already mentioned each of us having intimate partners over and I…”

    “What?” She asked gently.

    “I am not comfortable having him bring paramours over.”

    Amanda sat back. “I think that you have to be honest with him, Spock. I recommend expressing your deeper feelings to him.”

    “And when he says he does not share them?”

    “If he says that, then you must accept it of course. But I think perhaps his expressed disappointment at exiting your sharing the dorm with him just might be because he has similar feelings and just doesn’t know how to tell you.”

    “Doubtful.”

    She smiled softly. “If you aren’t comfortable telling him how you feel personally about him, then at the least you should tell him you aren’t comfortable with him bringing lovers over to your apartment. If he doesn’t accept your terms, then he’s welcome to move back to the dorms. Your feelings and needs matter too, Spock. Speak up for yourself.”

    Spock knew she was right and agreed, but he forecast that he’d have another stomachache when he had such a conversation with Jim. But if it sent Jim packing, it would be, perhaps, for the best.

  • Throwback Thursday, January 21, 2021

    Sorry for this one is not safe for work, so I have linked to it

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    Hot For Teacher: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7283935Hot for Teacher

  • Flash Fic (Roommates), January 20, 2021

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    Spock now found himself getting an apartment in an old Victorian neighborhood where the former stately homes had been converted to apartments. Theirs was on the second floor and had two bedrooms, one bathroom, a small kitchen, and an even smaller living room.  He wasn’t even sure he should have gotten the place. It had all been to get away from seeing Jim every day in their dorm, but since Jim was now coming with him, it seemed a waste to rent an apartment when they could just continue to live in their dorm together.

    But to admit that would be to admit to Jim he really had intended to get away from him.

    So, they packed up their few belongings, and moved to the rental about a ten minute walk from the campus. They’d had to get furniture too.

    On moving day, Spock noted the appearance of Jim’s new friend, another cadet who was a doctor, named Leonard McCoy. Jim inexplicably called him “Bones”.  At first Spock thought he might be a boyfriend, but after studying their interactions, Spock didn’t think so. Unusual though, considering Jim had declared Spock was his only real friend. That certainly didn’t seem to be the case, so that left Spock wondering why Jim would lie.

    That night, after they’d all shared pizza on moving day, Jim said goodbye to “Bones” and turned to Spock with a stunning smile.

    “Well, that’s it. We’re all moved in to our new place.”

    “Indeed.”

    “Feels pretty good, I’d say. I never even really thought about moving off campus before. I mean it seemed kinda cool to live just across the hall from other cadets.”

    Spock pursed his lips. “You could have stayed there if that had been your preference, I did not intend to remove you from something you enjoyed.”

    Jim waved this away and moved away from the door he had been leaning on after bidding goodbye to McCoy. “I’ll enjoy this too. I actually like the idea of it being just the two of us.” He laughed. “Well unless one of us has someone over anyway.”

    “Mm.”

    “Speaking of, do you want to have some kind of signal?”

    “Signal?” Spock had moved into the kitchen to make himself tea.

    “Well, you know, if you have someone over for, um, well, stuff you’d rather not be interrupted for. We could put a sock on the doorknob of our rooms or something. That kind of thing.”

    For several heartbeats, Spock was aware he simply stared at Jim, unable to form a response.

    “Spock?”

    He shook his head. “I don’t intend to bring anyone of that nature over.”

    “Are you sure because…”

    “I am quite sure.” Spock poured his tea. “If the occasion comes up, I will visit their dwelling, which allows me to leave without the awkwardness of asking them to do so.”

    “Oh.” Jim nodded, smiling tentatively. “That definitely makes sense. Well. I don’t know if I’ll have any, um, occasion to, uh, bring someone over, but if I do, I’ll put something like the sock on my door.”

    “Very well,” Spock said simply.

    This was Jim’s apartment too, after all, so he could hardly forbid his adult roommate from having paramours over. He wanted to, though.

    But this was sort of a nightmare of his own making simply because he could not admit to Jim he didn’t want to live with him.

    “All right, then, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go use the shower for the first time.” Jim grinned.

    “I have no objection whatsoever.”

    “Cool.”

    And Jim disappeared to his room to get ready for his shower.

    Spock stared at his communication device. Currently his mother was in San Francisco with his father. Sarek had ambassadorial duties that required him being present there at the moment, and Amanda had chosen to come with him to see Spock and other family members and friends. She’d notified him a few days earlier.

    He sent her a message.

    “Mother, are you free to meet me for a late dinner tonight?”

    A moment later, the response.

    “What time?”

    “Eight-thirty.”

    “Bronson’s?”

    “Yes. Thank you.”

    He closed his communicator. Some motherly advice might just be in order.    

  • Tuesday Guess the Fic, January 19, 2021

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    Let’s try a slightly different approach to the summar.

    In the first chapter, it’s Jim who helps Spock, after he unexpectedly collapses, but very shortly after, it’s Spock who becomes Jim’s hero, after Jim is assaulted.

    • hint, there was artwork created for this Starfleet Academy story.

  • Flash Fic, January 18, 2021

    The roommates again…I might keep writing the rest of this month’s flashes about them so that when they are finished, I can post their entire story on AO3.

    Spock stood staring at the message board for Academy Cadet roommates for far longer than he should have. It was an odd concept to Spock anyway. Archaic. And in all likelihood, he did not wish to trade any of those seeking a dorm mate with Jim. If he truly was going to vacate his dorm room, it would be for an apartment of his own, not for another person bound to cause Spock consternation.

    “Hey, what are you doing?”

    And speaking of…Jim had saddled up next to him and was now gazing at the board. He blinked a few times, and then, Spock clearly saw, plastered a smile on his face, and turned to Spock.

    “You aren’t looking to ditch me are ya?”

    The jovial manner in which Jim asked indicated that Jim was trying to be lighthearted about it.

    But Spock struggled with a reply, because, indeed, he was.

    The smile slipped, barely, but there was a tiny huff of breath. “God, you really are, huh? I was just joking but…”

    Spock shook his head. “I am not really looking for another dorm mate. I am considering moving off campus to an apartment.” He hesitated. “I surveyed the board on the chance I would find a suitable replacement for you when I vacate.”

    Jim tugged his bottom lip with his teeth. “Vacate? Well. Why?”

    “When I first submitted my application for the Academy I was uncertain whether dormitory living was for me and had anticipated the point when I would prefer an off campus dwelling. I am not really a communal sort.”

    Jim nodded at this. “Okay. Well, we can find an off campus apartment. There’s a building about a block or so down from the Academy. That would probably suit us.”

    Spock’s stomach hurt. As it often did if he had to face something emotionally uncomfortable. Jim was certainly not making this easy. But then, Spock found that nothing was particularly easy where Jim was concerned. He simply could not continue living with a roommate he was…infatuated with…and did not share that infatuation.

    Spock exhaled carefully. “I would not wish to burden you with the unexpected cost of an apartment.”

    Jim shrugged. “Oh, I’m not worried about that. I can cover that.”

    “But…” Spock paused, searching for words. “You enjoy the camaraderie that comes with communal living spaces.”

    “Sure, but…” And then there was that little huff of breath that somehow made Spock’s stomach hurt worse. “Oh.”

    Spock turned to look at Jim, fully, though reluctantly. Thus far he had been able to avert his gaze under the pretense he was still studying the message board. And now he wished he had continued to do so, because all openness in Jim’s beautiful blue eyes had shuttered like he had slammed down a door. Spock’s stomach pain increased tenfold.

    “Jim…”

    “No, I get it. It’s fine, Spock. It’s just that…I thought we were getting along pretty well.”

    “We…were. Are.”

    There was the barest twitch of Jim’s lips. “And yet, you want to ditch me.”

    “That is not…”

    Jim held up his hands. “No need to fall all over yourself trying to explain. I know I can be a bit much. And probably especially for a Vulcan. But I-I don’t have a lot of friends, not real ones anyway, and I thought…nah, never mind. I’m not trying to make you feel bad. Just let me know when you move out, okay?”

    Jim turned and began to walk away.

    And Spock really, really ought to let him. But at that moment, he was so emotionally distraught and out of his element, that he almost doubled over from the pain. And he could not, would not do it. No matter how much in…infatuated he was with Jim.

    “I wish for us to get an apartment together,” Spock called after Jim.

    He saw the moment Jim’s shoulders tightened and he very slowly turned around. Those eyes were still shuttered which Spock found he did not like at all.

    “Yeah?”

    “Yes. If you will accompany me, we can go to that apartment building you mentioned, and select a place together.”

    Jim stared at him a moment without a word. Then, “Are you doing this because you feel sorry for me?”

    No, because I love you.  

    “I—”

    Jim surprised him with a hearty laugh. “It’s cool. I’m totally onboard with whatever works. Let’s go get that apartment.”

    And Spock found himself matching steps with Jim, who grinned at him, as they made their way off campus to find a new place to live…together.   

  • Flash Fic, January 15, 2021

    This continues the ongoing antics/relationship of the roommates, Spock and Jim.

    Spock’s crush, if that’s what it was, as he found that to be such a very odd term, hadn’t gotten any better. Or rather, resolved itself.

    He had spent the better part of the Winter Break with his roommate, James Kirk, eating human foods Jim introduced to him as well as watching holiday entertainment. He had found himself very much enjoying their time together, but it never really seemed to move past a friendly camaraderie.

    Spock was positive that was his own doing. He was not, as it happened, inexperienced sexually. He’d had a few casual sexual encounters both on Vulcan and Earth. But he wasn’t especially good at forming friendships and romantic pairings.

    While it was true he had not come right out to Jim to express an interest in sexual intercourse, all Spock’s usual subtler methods had thus far failed to bring forth an answering response in Jim.

    Normally, Spock might think Jim was simply not interested in male sexual partners, but since they had begun rooming together, Spock knew he’d gone out with a few males. He hadn’t to this point thought seriously that it might be that Jim did not find Spock himself attractive.

    Winter Break was now over and they were back to their courses at Starfleet Academy.  Spock found that meant he saw Jim far less. Because of their different coursework majors, Jim spent study time in a different campus library then Spock.

    Spock has told himself that this is a good thing, because it means he will get over this strange affection he has for Jim if he doesn’t see him as often.

    But as he returned to their dorm one night, along the way walking from the Science Library, he spotted Jim and he was not alone. Jim was engaged in kissing a female Orion. Spock didn’t linger, but instead quickened his pace.

    Once he was in his dorm, Spock brought up his PADD. It might just be time to request a new dorm. Or even to get his own apartment off campus. He had the means to do so, he had just assumed the experience of living on campus would serve him well. No longer certain, Spock contemplated his next action.

    When Jim returned to their dorm a short time later, smiling brightly, Spock avoided looking in his direction after spotting the “hickey” along Jim’s collarbone.

    Jim didn’t seem to notice. He went into the kitchen for some orange juice out of the fridge. “Want to play some chess, Spock?”

    “Thank you, no.”

    It probably came out more curtly than Spock had intended for Jim’s smile slipped, but he simply nodded and poured himself orange juice.

    Spock had made the acquaintance of a Betazoid just prior to the Winter Break. After sending a quick message to him, Spock reached for his coat.

    “Going out?” Jim asked, sounding merely curious.

    “Indeed. I have a date,” Spock replied, though he wasn’t sure why he bothered sharing that information.

    Jim blinked. “Oh. Okay. Will you be back later—”

    “That is uncertain. In any case, goodnight, Jim.”

    And though his night with the Betazoid ended up being physically satisfying, Spock returned to their dorm in the early morning hours…empty.   Flash Fic, September 30, 2020 Flash Fic, October 21, 2020 Flash Fic, November 06, 2020 Flash Fic, November 23, 2020