is finished. I apologize in advance.
Two updates got done this week on AO3, Transfer Request and The Sight. So that’s better than I thought. I plan on ending The Sight with the next chapter.
I have two of the November Wednesday flashes done now with only two to go and plans for what I want to do with those. I hope to complete those in the not distant future. Once those are done I will be moving on to the Holiday stories.
Up for possible updates next week are The Mysterious One and The Fling. So cross your fingers for those.
Friday is my last song flash for now (they have been popular so I will likely continue them at some point) with Dancing On My Own. Though the song is sad and doesn’t end well, my flash does.
Next month I continue my Kirk and Spock from the Super Flash series. When last we left the boys, Jim was given leave to recover from his injuries. These guys, I am calling them my Fall Guys, will appear every Friday in October, November and December.
For Wednesdays in October, look for October themed flashes. I can’t wait for you to read some of these. I am super excited for the coming months and I am certain you will love it all.
The move is Friday. I’ll have updates for you next week on my new location. And for those keeping track, we are still waiting on that garage door! Sheesh
The Conclusion of our Clueless Vulcan
Spock had barely been in his quarter but a few minutes when someone buzzed for access. Spock couldn’t have said why, but he suspected it was Jim.
“Come.”
“Hi Spock. Got a moment?”
Spock found himself dreading whatever Jim would say. But he could hardly deny his captain. “Yes, of course.”
Jim nodded. He looked uncomfortable and his gaze landed everywhere except on Spock. “Listen, I owe you an apology.”
Of all the things Spock had expected the captain to say, that hadn’t been one of them. He was at a loss to respond or even know if he ought to, so he waited for Jim to continue.
“I’ve been…behaving inappropriately. Giving you mixed signals. And I’m aware of it, but I haven’t been able to reconcile thoughts in my head until now. None of this is your fault, Spock. It’s all on me.”
When he paused for a long time, Spock felt prodded to respond in some way.
“What is?”
Jim shook his head. He’d wrapped his arms around himself in body language Spock recognized as defensive.
“I’ve had these feelings that I struggled with. I’ve found myself interested in you in ways far beyond friendship or camaraderie. And for much of that time, you’d be with Uhura and so I had forced myself to dismiss all of it. When you two broke up, I started to hope…” He shook his head again and turned entirely away from Spock. “I hoped that maybe, there might, someday, be some kind of reciprocation on your end. I convinced myself you’d been flirting with me. Vulcan flirting, but still. And that had me thinking that I’d been right to think there was a chance for us.”
He paused again, seeming to shrink unto himself and Spock reached toward him even as Jim spoke.
“But now I know I was kidding myself and all you’ll ever feel for me is friendship and that camaraderie. And finding that out…well…it hurt for a while.”
Spock blinked. “When did I…?”
“I heard you in the corridor with Uhura one night. I think my mom once told me that if you eavesdrop you’re bound to hear something you wished you hadn’t and she sure was right about that.”
“But…”
“I know I had no right to feel hurt. You didn’t owe me your affections or anything. But I took it badly. I drank myself into a stupor with Bones that night. And after, in order to protect both of us, or I thought so anyway, I pulled back from you even as a friend. That was wrong and I can see it negatively affected not only our working relationship but that of the crew.” Jim inhaled and exhaled. “So, basically, I’m sorry. I’ve made a big effort to get past it all and I think I have, so, from now on—”
“No.”
Jim turned around so fast to stare at Spock he almost lost his balance. His arms had dropped down from being crossed in front of his chest.
“Excuse me?”
“What if I do not desire you to get past it?”
“Huh?”
Spock let out a heavy, frustrated sigh, the likes of which were unheard from him, he knew, and very human, but at the moment he didn’t care. He was not good with words. Not emotional ones anyway. And if he’d needed proof, the fact that he had nearly destroyed what would absolutely matter to him most going forward, with carelessly spoken words he knew not to be true when he said it, should tell him that words were not needed just then.
Instead he took the few steps left to reach Jim and took hold of Jim’s arms, gently in his grasp. Those blue blue eyes widened as Spock leaned in and kissed him.
At first Jim’s lips didn’t move, didn’t accept the kiss Spock gave him and Spock had a momentary regret, fearing he’d gotten this all wrong after all despite Jim’s words.
But then, as Spock was about to pull away, he heard the barest gasp of breath from his captain just as his stiff, unyielding lips softened under his, opened for Spock, and allowed Spock to conquer fully. Jim’s hands fisted in Spock’s uniform shirt as he sagged against him, accepting the intrusion of Spock’s tongue eagerly.
Spock wasn’t sure how long they kissed. It felt like seconds, too short, but might have been years for all that he was aware of anything but Jim.
And there would be things, surely, that they would need to talk about, together, their past, their present, and definitely their future, but for now their lips, their arms wrapped around each other as Spock moved them toward his bed, their very bodies, that was all the conversation they needed now.
As he flung Jim onto the bed, his captain bouncing slightly upon impact, Spock flung himself onto Jim, his lips seeking purchase against Jim’s, his mouth wanting to return to the ultimate purpose of claiming this human as his…forever.
But Jim, predictably, had to have more than mere action. He paused to seek out Spock’s gaze, a question in his eyes.
“Spock, yeah?”
He nodded. “I do not have the words.”
Those sensuous lips, so addicting, curved into the slightest of smiles that somehow seemed more genuine than any smile he had yet given to Spock. There was a light within the blue eyes Spock had not seen.
“I do,” said Jim, softly. “I love you.”
Three standard words that had seemed trite and meaningless before. So many said them without ever meaning it.
Yet Spock felt them all the way to his Katra and beyond. Perhaps he had the words after all.
“And I love you.”
Today’s Song Flash Fic is brought to you by the song from the musical, Oklahoma, People Will Say We’re in Love. Quite appropriate for Spirk.
Bones looked at Jim and Spock just as he was about to leave the conference room.
“You know it’s behavior like you just did in this meeting that has everyone convinced you two are together.”
Jim sputtered. “What? Together? What?”
Bones shrugged. “That’s what the rumors say. Figured you knew. Well. Anyway, just thought you should know. You coming by later, Jim?”
“Uh. Yeah. See you.”
Jim stood, fists clenched, staring at the door.
Spock cleared his throat. “Captain, I would not pay much attention to what the doctor said. It is likely he exaggerates.”
“Hmm. Maybe. But even I’ve heard some of the whisperings.”
“Captain—”
“No. I really don’t like the crew gossiping about me behind closed doors. Linking our names together. Don’t they have anything better to do?” Jim eyed Spock, who looked more than a little uncomfortable.
“Apparently not.”
Jim narrowed his eyes. “Well. Bones is right. I mean, come on, the way you were looking at me during the meeting. We need to be better about that.”
Spock said nothing.
“Here. I’ve got a list for you.”
“A list?”
“Of things you probably shouldn’t do. At least for a while.”
Spock arched a brow.
“Definitely stop laughing at my jokes.”
“You have me mixed up with someone else, Captain.”
Jim smirked. “You’re too nice to my mom too when you talk to her.”
“I should be rude?”
“But see…now they all think we’re in love.”
Spock pursed his lips.
“Right there. That look. Together with that sigh. The way you look at me. And you really ought to give me back my shirt.”
“I was trying to have it repaired.”
“And my copy Of Mice and Men. I know you already read it. It’s like you’re collecting things that belong to me, Spock.” Jim took a step closer to him. “It’s not like I care or not. If you want to keep the book. It’s just. It’s causing more suspicion.”
Spock tilted his head. “I see. The thing is, Captain, there is a lot of talk about your behavior as well.”
“Mine?”
“A lot of crewmembers think you are worse than me.”
“Bastards,” Jim said with a laugh.
“You did insist the replicators be programmed to include not only more vegetarian options, but specifically authentic Vulcan dishes,” Spock pointed.
“That’s true.”
“And on the planet, Mor 12, it was you who asked me to throw our flower leighs into the Pond of Love.”
Jim’s smile widened.
“Given that, I suspect, you ought to take some of that advice you are giving me to heart yourself.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Indeed. You have been praising my intelligence too much. Repeatedly referring to me as ‘brilliant’”.
“Well, you are. More than anyone I know.”
“And also informing others that I have more of a sense of humor than they know. Even referring to my Vulcan charm.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You’re also always taking hold of my arms when speaking with me or checking on my welfare.”
Jim nodded. “Okay, true also.”
“And it is obvious that I do not mind when you do so.”
Jim put his hands on Spock’s arms. “Like this, you mean?”
“Exactly like that. This is why everyone believes we are in love.”
“I wonder how they’d feel then if they saw this.” Jim pushed into Spock’s personal space and put his lips on Spock’s. The Vulcan’s mouth softened and parted under his, allowing Jim’s tongue to tangle with his.
Spock’s hands came up to wrap around his waist and back, pulling Jim closer still. “They would surely guess the truth, Ashayam.”
“Ah, hell, who cares? Let them say we’re in love. It’s true, anyway.”
“Indeed. Your quarters or mine?”
“Whichever is closer.” Jim grinned and kissed him again. Quite thoroughly.
Just one more part to go for this series of flashes!
When Spock arrived at the Rec Room, early, he quickly noted that the captain was already there, again not his usual practice, and he was seated at a table for four with McCoy, Scott, and Keenser. They were playing some sort of card game.
Spock approached. “Captain?”
“Oh hi, Spock. Got involved in this game here with the guys. I meant to message you to tell you no chess game after all.” Jim smiled. “Sorry. Another time?”
He could not help it, he felt himself stiffen, even as the other three occupants of the table stared up at him. Spock could not have said why, but he was convinced that Jim had started the game himself with the other three deliberately to get out of the game with Spock.
“Very well, Captain. If you will excuse me.”
And as Spock walked away, he heard McCoy whispering to their captain.
After that, Spock decided there was a reason Jim would not agree to spend time with him, and whatever it was, Jim would tell him when he felt like it. In the meantime, Spock would cease to bother him with invitations to play chess or other time together.
A week went by before, Nyota pulled him aside into the turbolift.
“Spock, what’s going on with you?”
“To what do you refer?”
“You’ve been ignoring the captain for days. Barely speaking to him. Everyone’s noticed.”
Spock frowned slightly, “Has the captain noticed?”
Nyota gave him an incredulous look. “Of course he has. Haven’t you noticed the looks he’s been shooting you? Spock, if this is the way you intend to woo Jim, I’m afraid you’re going to fail.”
“I am not attempting to woo him.”
“Why not?”
“Because he has given no indication that he returns my affections. And in fact…”
“No indication?” She slapped the wall of the turbolift. “I give up. You two are too much for anyone.”
The doors to the turbolift opened and Nyota hurried out, leaving Spock standing there by himself.
Well, if I needed proof no one pays the slightest bit of attention to me on tumblr, I got it the other day when I attempted to tout my two song fics I posted here on there.
Ah, well live and learn.
I am excited for you all to read all my flashes coming up. I am thoroughly scheduled all the way through October now. I am soooo pleased with myself. I really am. Some of these flashes coming up are just great, if I do say so myself.
I have only the four Wednesday ones to write for November and then I will be finished for flashes all the way through then. I plan to have those done this coming week. My OMS story for November is complete too.
Once November’s are finished, I will take a break from writing flashes and not start the December ones until October.
AO3 updates for this week are Nine Lives and Cadet Ashayam. Sorry, that’s all I can manage right now.
Mylochkatee from tumblr has been going crazy with artwork today and she did a bunch for me. I have added some here for you to see but please check her out on AO3 and give her your kudos. They are well deserved. In particular check out the “Princes” one she did. Stunning.
https://archiveofourown.org/users/Mylochka/pseuds/Mylochka
Today’s flash is inspired by England Dan and John Ford Coley’S Nights are Forever
Spock rose from bed after trying for two hours straight to get to sleep. It had not come and he felt as though he had simply wasted the time even trying.
The time was two in the morning.
He had deliberately stayed awake until midnight, expecting to be tired. Reluctantly, he had changed out of day clothing and wore a sleeping robe to bed.
Even meditation had not helped.
He walked out of the bedroom and over to the sliding glass window overlooking San Francisco. The rain, which had been coming down all day, had not let up even a little. It was splattered all over the window and in the distance, Spock watched as lightening flashed.
The apartment was quiet. Too quiet.
Spock went to the kitchen and pressed on the light. Tea was in order since he could not sleep.
Over the years, when he could not sleep, it hadn’t been a problem, because he had someone who was more than willing to help him. Being a Vulcan with insomnia…well.
His PADD sat upon the kitchen counter where he’d left it but there was no flash indicating he had any messages.
“Computer, Classical Earth Music, Eighteenth Century.”
Music filled the apartment.
He picked up his PADD and sat on the couch.
Subject: Nights Are Forever Without You
Jim.
Spock erased that.
Dear Jim.
Erased.
Admiral.
He winced and erased.
My Dearest Jim.
As the subject indicates, I am struggling to get rest without you here with me. I have been waiting and wondering about you. I had anticipated being able to hear from you during your Federation Conference on Rigel 3. I can only imagine that matters are not proceeding well and it requires your full attention. I realize that comes first. But my missing you is a much stronger emotional response than I had expected. It is too soon for my time, and yet, something is causing me a heightened sense of longing to have you with me. Perhaps it is simply that I have become so used to you as my husband and mate, here by my side, that even this time is too long. Still, when you departed for the conference, it was only supposed to be a week, and now you have been away for three.
I conclude this logically unnecessary correspondence to reiterate the subject of the message.
Nights are, indeed, forever without you.
Yours, Always, Spock
He hit send before he thought better of it. Jim’s last message had stated he would be back in another week, and that was half a week ago. So, therefore, Spock had a few more nights to deal with this. And he would, because he had to, didn’t he?
He drank his tea and then, once more, went to bed.
When he woke, he was surprised that he had actually fallen asleep at all. He turned his head on the pillow.
“Jim!” The loud exclamation came out before Spock could stop it, startling Jim awake, the blue eyes going instantly wide. “I am sorry. Sorry, Ashayam.”
Spock pulled Jim to him, so tight, he heard Jim squeak.
“Morning,” Jim said, with a small laugh.
Not willing to release him, Spock asked Jim’s back, “When did you get here?”
“About an hour ago. Spock.” Jim laughed. “My ribs.”
Wincing, Spock did lessen his hold on his husband and pulled back to look into that beloved face. “You managed to arrive and get into bed without waking me?”
“Hey. I can be quiet. I know you have trouble sleeping sometimes, so I thought I’d better not disturb you.”
Spock let out a shaky breath. “I cannot believe you are here. I thought I had to endure a few more days of solitude.”
“Well. I missed you too.”
He flipped Jim onto his back, leaning down to cover Jim with kisses, which only made his husband laugh, a little breathlessly.
Then Jim put his hand up to Spock’s face. “Hey.”
“Yes, Jim?”
“For the record? Nights are forever without you, too.”
Does Our Clueless Vulcan Begin to Get a Clue?
“Could we cut out the bridge chatter?”
Spock straightened away from Nyota who had motioned him over to her station so that she could ask him what was wrong. He exchanged a look with her before stepping away.
“My apologies, Captain,” Spock said coolly, returning to his science station.
Jim waved that away. “Wasn’t just you.”
Sulu and Chekov rather pointedly stared straight ahead.
“Mr. Chekov, you’re part of the landing party. Lieutenant Uhura, please have Doctor McCoy, Mr. Hendorff, and Mr. Scott meet us at the transporter room.” Jim rose from his chair and headed for the turbolift, following by Chekov. “You have the command, Spock.”
“Captain.”
He stopped but didn’t turn around. “Yeah?”
“During our prior meetings regarding this mission, it was concluded that I would be an asset on the landing party.”
“I’ve decided to have Chekov in your place. He could use the science experience.” Jim turned then to gaze at Spock, expression schooled and blank. “Is that a problem, Mister Spock?”
“No, Captain.”
Jim nodded and entered the turbolift as did Chekov and the doors closed.
Nyota approached him. “What was that?”
Spock exhaled. “I do not know.”
Much later after the landing party returned, Spock went to the medbay. Surprisingly, it was not Jim who had been injured, but Chekov and Hendorff. But Jim stood by the biobed next to the ensign while McCoy examined him.
“Reporting, Captain. The situation is stable.”
“Good,” the captain replied. “You okay, Chekov?”
“Yes, sir.”
Without even looking in Spock’s direction, Jim went over to the biobed with Hendorff. Nurse Chapel was with him. Spock followed.
“Good work down there, Lieutenant.”
“Glad to be of service, Captain.”
“Extra service today.”
“Oh?” Spock asked politely.
Hendorff shrugged. “Nothing, Commander. They were just going to take the captain hostage and I prevented it.”
“And got injured in the process,” Jim added. “I’ll put an accommodation in your file. How is he?” He directed this at Chapel.
“He’ll be fine. Few days of rest, he’ll be good as new.”
Jim smiled and nodded, turning away and heading for the exit.
Spock followed.
Jim stopped just outside the medbay doors turning, toward him/ “I’m off duty so I’m headed for my quarters.”
“You definitely could use some rest.”
“Yeah. Why aren’t you on the bridge?”
“Mr. Sulu is in charge at the moment, but I’m on my way there. Chess later?”
The captain didn’t respond at first and Spock got the oddest feeling he was counting to ten in his head. But then he very slowly let out a breath.
“Okay. Sure. Why not? Twenty-one hundred. My quarters.”
“I will be there.”
Jim started to turn away, but then stopped. “You know what? Scratch that. How about the rec room instead?”
“The…rec room?” They had not played chess there in months. Jim preferred relaxing in his quarts and frankly, so did Spock.
“Yeah. We should socialize more with the crew, I think. Put in an appearance of a united front. That kind of thing.”
“As you wish, Captain.”
Jim offered him a smile but it was brittle and Spock knew with absolute certainty he had failed some kind of Kirk test.
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 