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Flash Fic, December 12, 2024

Cool fact, today would have been my father’s 102 birthday!

This is Part One…. (warning for strong language)

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Ten years earlier…

“Don’t walk away from me in the middle of this!” Jim shouted. He was furious. He couldn’t remember when he was this angry.

Spock took a step back and shook his head. “I require meditation.”

“Meditation? Are you fucking kidding me? Right now?”

His eyes were impossibly dark. “I require meditation at this exact moment so that I do not give into the desire to strangle you.”

Jim gasped. “Are we really fucking back to that? Just try it, mister, and I’ll have you court martialed before you can say Kobayashi Maru!”

Bones stepped in and put his hand on Jim’s arm. “Jim, take a deep breath. Calm down.”

Jim felt enraged. “I don’t want to fucking calm down, Bones. I’m done.”

“Jim—”

“Nope. Fuck you, Spock. You can go straight to hell.”

And with that he stormed off and away.

Ten years later…

“It was great having dinner with you, Captain. I mean admiral,” Sulu quickly corrected himself. He glanced at his husband and now young adult daughter, Demora. “We all enjoyed it.”

Jim smiled. “Jim will do. It was great for me too. I can’t believe you’re entering the Academy, Demora.”

She blushed a little. “Yes, sir. I hope to be a pilot like Dad.”

Jim winked. “You have lofty aspirations but I have no doubt you’ll succeed.”

They stepped outside of the restaurant and on to the San Francisco street. It was a little cool so Jim pulled his coat around him.

“You want us to give you a lift to your apartment?” Sulu asked.  

“No, that’s all right. I don’t mind the walk and it’s not that far.”

Sulu hesitated but then nodded. “You ever hear from Spock, sir?”

“Spock? No. We don’t keep in touch.”

“I just thought…never mind. I guess he’s probably on New Vulcan.”

“Maybe so.”

Ben spoke up then. “If you aren’t doing anything for Christmas, Jim, we’d love to have you over to our place. I make a great turkey.”

Jim shook his head. “Actually, I’m meeting Bones in Aspen, Colorado. I leave in a couple of days.”

“Oh.” Sulu’s expression brightened. “That’s good. Give Leonard our best.”

“I will.”

He gave Demora a quick hug, and then her parents too. “Merry Christmas.”

Then despite their offer again of a ride, Jim continued on his way.

Flash Fic, December 10, 2024

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“This is just great. Stuck in our quarters for a week while I miss all the holiday festivities.”

Spock leaned over on their bed to tuck blankets around his husband.

“It is indeed, unfortunate.”

“That’s the understatement of the year,” Jim grumbled, glaring at him. “Why are you in here anyway? Don’t you have a ship to command?”

“At present, Captain, Commander Scott is on the bridge. And I am here because my husband in ill in bed.”

“Mm. But you aren’t sick. You could be out enjoying the rum punch.” Jim sighed. “Well, not that, but you know what I mean. Mistletoe and holly. Forget the mistletoe too.”

“How could I possibly enjoy the festivities without you by my side?”

“Well.” Jim sort of shrugged, but he looked pleased with Spock’s statement, nonetheless. “Stupid creature with a stinger.”

Because yes, Jim’s current “illness” was caused by an attack by an alien creature on the last planet they visited. He had been poisoned and while Doctor McCoy had developed an antidote, Jim was still weak, nauseous and sometimes feverish. And quite grumpy. Especially after Leonard had advised he was to stay in bed and off duty for a week.’

“No, seriously, Spock. You should go to the parties and leave me to suffer here alone.”

Spock almost rolled his eyes. He only just stopped himself.

“I will not, so you are illogically wasting your breath. It is time for you to have the tea that the doctor prescribed for you.”

Jim made a face. “It tastes like licorice.”

“It is supposed to help with the nausea.”

“Pish. It makes me want to barf.”

“Jim—”

“Fine.”

Spock rose from the bed and went to get Jim’s tea. When he returned he handed the steaming cup to Jim, who immediately sniffed and frowned.

“This smells different.”

“Taste it.”

Jim took a tentative sip. “It tastes like vanilla and caramel.”

Spock nodded, pleased. “I was able to have the replicator reprogram the taste from licorice to something more to your liking.”

Jim’s eyes widened and he took another sip. “Wow. This is good. Really good. It reminds me of a drink my mom made us for Christmas when we were kids.”

“Yes. She described it for me when I contacted her.”

Jim’s eyes unexpectedly watered.

Spock could not help but express his confusion. “I thought you would be pleased.”

Jim sniffed. “I am. It’s just so sweet.” Tears rolled down his cheeks.

“The tea is too sweet?”

“No, no. The gesture. Sorry, babe. This thing is making me really emotional.”

Spock exhaled. “Clearly. When you sleep, I will meditate.”

Jim smiled through his tears. “Thank you. I love the tea.”

“You are welcome, Jim.”

If You Don’t Already Know

Good Cheer one of my two Advent entries at AO3 went live today! Hope you liked it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60651232

Flash Fic, December 04, 2024

We return to the ChessMaster and Too Sexy today.

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“Well, looks like I’m basically settled into your apartment now, Spock. I didn’t have a lot. Just some clothes and a few personal things. All the furniture in the dorm was Starfleet’s.”

“It certainly makes the transition easier,” Spock replied. “Doctor McCoy has supplied me with enough EpiPens to place in strategic locations throughout the apartment to ensure you safety should you experience another allergic reaction to something.”

Jim snorted. “He overreacts. I doubt I’ll run across, uh, Frieresty Weed anytime soon.”

Spock shrugged slightly. “Since you are likely to accompany me to Vulcan later in this month, it is actually possible you will encounter it again. I am considering having Mother prearrange replicators there to make sure you are only given food that is known to already be acceptable to you.”

“A onetime allergy, Spock, hardly seems to warrant all this.”

“There may be other unknown allergens, Jim. You were unaware of Fieresty Weed before it affected you.”

“Yeah, okay. I can’t argue with that.”

Spock’s lips twitched. “It is good to know there is something you cannot.”

Jim tossed a throw pillow at him and then yawned. “God, I didn’t realize how tired I am. It’s been a lot these last few days.”

“Indeed,” Spock agreed. “Your hospitalization, going to Riverside, and now the move. I suggest you take a long hot shower and then dress in your pajamas. There is no need to go anywhere. I will order you some food when you are ready.”

Jim smiled. “That sounds great. Pizza maybe?”

Spock nodded. “Whatever you wish. I would like to spend the evening pampering you.”

“I would certainly like to spend the evening being pampered.” He laughed. “Happy Holidays to me.”

“And speaking of which, though we do not generally celebrate Earth holidays in my family, I am not opposed to you adorning the apartment with illogical and frivolous decorations.”

Jim hugged Spock, chuckling as he did so. “That’s me all over. Illogical and frivolous.”

“Jim—”

“I’m teasing, Spock. Let me go get that shower and then I’m all yours.”

“Mine,” Spock repeated softly. “I like the sound of that.”

Jim kissed him. “Me, too.”

Flash Fic, December 03, 2024 (Christmas Flash)

Simply a Christmas flash, OMS.

Jim got up far slower than he once did after his husband’s Pon Farr was over, but that should be expected he supposed. He was in his mid-fifties now. Still he’d been a part of several Pon Farrs and he knew what to do.

Spock was out so deep it was like he was unconscious, but he knew all about that too. He didn’t worry he’d wake Spock getting out of bed.

He made his way to the bathroom and injected himself with the usual after meds he’d been getting for years now. They worked and he usually managed to feel fairly energetic after an hour or two after rising. He wasn’t ready for any intimacies yet, but then Spock wouldn’t be either.

He got in a nice hot shower, letting it not only cleanse his body of the excess sexual fluids, but also loosen up his bruised and swollen muscles.

By the time he got downstairs to the farmhouse’s kitchen, he was feeling much better. He made himself coffee, started getting things ready for breakfast, and set the computer to play holiday tunes.

He picked up his PADD.

Merry Christmas Eve, Bones.

A few minutes later as he stuck a vegan frittata in the oven, he picked his PADD up again.

Over then?

Yes. Last night.

Merry Christmas yourself. How’s the goblin?

Jim smiled.

Still out like a light. I’m making breakfast.

This one seemed shorter than last time.

Well. We were seven years younger. Spock says his dad doesn’t even have them anymore.

More information than I needed to know.

Jim laughed out loud.

I’ll let you get back to your family. GRANDPA.

Shut up. Merry Christmas, Egghead.

Jim turned around to make himself some bacon to go with the frittata. And by the time he had everything ready he felt a stirring in his mind.

He was not surprised when Spock suddenly appeared. He looked a bit frazzled, wearing pajamas and a bathrobe.

“Jim?”

“Hey baby. How do you feel?”

“Exhausted. How do you feel?’

“Same. But breakfast is ready. Christmas lights on the tree are lit. We don’t have to go anywhere. Seems like a perfect morning.”

Spock drew him into his arms. “Thank you for always taking care of me.”

“Right back at you. Come on. Let’s eat.”

Flash Fic, December 01, 2024

And here we are with the chess boys again. Enjoy

“Thanks again for inviting me to your mom’s, Jim,” Bones said as they settled down into the shuttle to make their way back to San Francisco. “It was real nice. Delicious too.”

Jim yawned and leaned against Spock. He probably shouldn’t but Spock didn’t seem to mind and in fact made room for him.

“You’re welcome, Bones. She loved having all of us there for Thanksgiving. She hasn’t been able to do a meal like that for years, so it made her happy.”

Bones nodded. “It was a pleasure. I’ll be going home over the holiday break to see my kid. What are you two lovebirds planning?”

Jim angled his head to glance at Spock. “What are we planning, fellow lovebird?”

Spock appeared a little amused. “I have no particular plans at present. Vulcans do not really celebrate holidays as we don’t believe in a higher deity. However, Mother was raised Jewish. She didn’t celebrate anything either. I am happy to do whatever you wish with regard to them. I only ask that, if possible, we spend a few days on Vulcan. My parents will have returned there by then and I would like to do so if we can.”

Jim smiled. “Of course we can. Let’s plan on it.”

Bones snorted but then asked, “When is the official move-in date?”

Spock shrugged slightly. “I defer to Jim.”

“No time like the present? I was thinking this week makes the most sense. That okay, Bones?”

“I don’t have much to say about it, do I? My only decision is whether to keep the double dorm or change to a single, so I don’t have to share with anyone. You let them know you were vacating?”

“Yeah before we left.”

“I don’t know if anyone can replace you, Jim. So I’m thinking of requesting a single.”

“Awe, Bones. You care.”

“I don’t want anyone who’s even more of a pain in the ass than you.”

Jim straightened and glanced at Spock when he heard a low rumble that might have been a laugh. He narrowed his eyes, then laughed himself.

“Whatever man, whatever.”

Flash Fic, November 27, 2024

Jim woke up early, like he always did, and made his way downstairs. He was not at all surprised to find his mother was up and already getting ready to begin the food for Thanksgiving.

She turned to him with a smile and a mug of coffee, which he took gratefully.

“You heard me getting up?” he asked, taking a grateful sip.

“Yes, plus I know you. You never sleep long. When you were little, I can count on one hand the times you slept in and it was usually when you were sick.”

“Mm. Thanks for doing all this, Mom. I know it’s a lot of work.” He glanced at the kitchen window. “There’s that snow you were talking about.”

“Just a few flakes right now. Who wants snow before Christmas anyway?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Would you peel potatoes?”

“Of course.” Jim reached for an apron and then a peeler and got to work.

“So.” His mom paused to flash him a smile. “Is it serious between you two?”

“Yeah, I think so. Bones keeps asking me that and for a while I said I wasn’t really ready to think along those lines, you know to label it or whatever.”

“And now?”

Jim grinned. “Now I can admit I’m in love.”

She laughed. “Have you told him?”

“Nah, not yet. But I will. I’m pretty sure he feels the same way. He’s asked me to live with him. Vulcans don’t do casual.” He frowned. “Or I don’t think they do. I don’t really know.”

“The way he looks at you? It’s not casual, Jimmy.”

He nodded. “I hear movement upstairs so I think Spock and Bones are about to join us.”

“Great, because I have warm buns in the oven for breakfast.”

“Wow, you really did get up early.”

“I wanted everything to be perfect,” she admitted.

“It will be, Mom. Just because we’re here together.”

She hugged him. “Happy Thanksgiving, honey.”

“Happy Thanksgiving, Mom.”   

I’ve Seen It

Okay, I finally saw the Unification short film. They did an incredible job on it really. I was quite stunned and moved by it. Thanks everyone for making me aware of it. Just Wow.

Flash Fic, November 26, 2024

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Jim’s mother picked them up from the shuttlebay when they arrived the Wednesday afternoon before Thanksgiving. Leonard McCoy had accompanied them.

She hugged Jim for a long time, then turned to McCoy.

“Leonard, it’s good to see you again. I’m so glad you decided to come along.”

“Thank you for having me.”

She turned to Spock. “And you’re Spock. I wish I could say I’ve heard a lot about you, but Jim’s tightlipped.”

Jim laughed. “Mom.”

“Nevertheless, I’m happy you’re here. I know you’re a vegetarian so have no fear, I have dishes that are Vulcan friendly.”

“That is kind of you, madam.”

“Winona, please. Now let’s get a move on, There’s a chance of snow later and I want us all safely settled and, in the farmhouse, where it’s warm and cozy.”

Spock had to agree a short time later when they arrived at the farmhouse that it was nicely warm and welcoming.

He was even given a room with Jim, which he hadn’t been sure that would be the case.

“Oh, please. I’m not naïve,” she’d them. “Way back when I was your age, George’s mom made us have separate bedrooms at Christmas and he snuck into my room anyway. Now that I think about it, I think that’s when your brother was conceived.”

Jim winced. “We sure didn’t need to hear that, Mom.”

She chuckled, wrapped them in embraces and then led all three of them back downstairs to where she built a fire in the fireplace.

“It’s really nice to have someone in this house other than me again,” Winona told them.

Jim who sat beside her, patted her arm. “It’s nice for us too.”

“I wish Sam would…” She sighed.

“You can’t change him. Let’s just be happy with what we have here this time.”

“You’re right of course, Jimmy. Let me tell you what we’re having tomorrow. Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, squash, broccoli, pie and—”

Jim smiled at Spock over his mother’s head and Spock felt very warm indeed.

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