Throw back to 2009 Star Trek as it’s been ten years
Hello friends
I am still working on flashes, including one for Memorial Day, which will be posted on that Monday. In addition I want to finish all of Junes.
Next up to update is The Swap, so as soon as I can get to it, I’ll give it a shot.
I have the first chapter of a new fiction that is, untitled, based on JJ’s idea. I don’t know when I will be posting it but…um…soon.
This weekend is, of course, Mother’s Day, here in the US. We are taking the 92 year old mother to Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse, a favorite place for all of us. Merry making will be had. That’s at 3:30 on Sunday.
That’s about it, though. Oh. Once The Swap is updated, the next one will be My Heart’s a Virgin.
The time had come to interfere,
clearly. Spock had tolerated it this long for the sake of both not making a scene
and because it was a diplomatic mission with a planet considering become part
of the Federation.
But even Spock had his limits.
Perula, the high exulted ruler of the
planet, had taken an extreme liking to Spock’s captain. And the captain also
happened to be Spock’s husband. So seeing Perula’s hands all over Jim for the
last several hours had become quite intolerable even for him. And when she had grabbed Jim’s arm and dragged
him toward a private alcove, that had been more than enough.
He straightened from the wall.
“Spock,” Nyota hissed. “Where are you
going?”
“After my mate.”
“The mission—”
Spock ignored her and went down the short
hall to where Perula had taken his captain.
Sure enough Perula had her arms draped
around Jim’s neck. But before Spock could say a word, one of Perula’s soldiers
came from the other direction and pulled Jim viciously away from her and held
him high up in the air.
“No!” Perula screamed. “Don’t hurt
him. He’s—”
“Mine.” Spock moved forward just as
the soldier tossed a crumpled Jim to the floor. Before the soldier could once
more attack Jim, Spock pinched his neck. He bent down and lifted Jim off the
floor and hoisted him over his shoulder.
Perula stared at them, mouth open. “But—
“I apologize, Exulted Ruler, but the
negotiations are finished. Captain Kirk is my husband. I am taking him to the Enterprise.”
Spock waited in the medbay for Jim to
open his eyes. McCoy had assured him that Jim was not seriously injured, just a
bit battered and bruised.
“Hey,” Jim said, softly, wincing. “Ugh.
Dude was a brute.”
“Perhaps next time you will think
twice about flirting with the ruler of the planet.”
Jim smiled a little. “Well. You didn’t
get hurt, did you?”
“No. But I was jealous.”
“You were?”
Spock nodded. “I admit I do not like
anyone else touching you.” He let out a long breath. “Even casually. It is a
problem.”
Jim reached for his hand and Spock
took it, gratefully. “You don’t ever have to worry. I want no one but you.
Forever and always.”
Spock closed his eyes and kissed Jim’s
hand. “It is the same for me.”
“How long am I stuck here?”
“Overnight.”
“Damn.”
Spock walked over to the wall and
pushed a button. Another panel came down doubling the size of the bed. McCoy
had shown it to him earlier.
“Do not worry, my Jim. I am going
nowhere.”
For this I used her birthday wish and also one of Jamie’s sentences that said “He’s Not Yours, He’s Mine” for inspiration.
In case you missed it, I posted a new chapter for Primal Lust. I also posted three chapters of The Thought of You is Consuming Me, my Pinto Regency. This will be seven chapters total. I am already on chapter 6, so it should all be finished by next weekend.
For Spirk, I will be on The Ties That Bind next but not sure when that will be. I still need to catch up on some flash fic stuff. I probably will not post anything to AO3 tomorrow except the Pinto stuff. And considering I’d like to finish the Pinto story soon, Spirk might wait an extra day or two.
Tomorrow is a fasting day, bluck.
Tuesday we have tickets to see Avengers: Endgame.
This coming weekend is Mother’s Day and we’ve made arrangements to go to a steakhouse on that day. Will be fun.
I didn’t get my 10,000 steps in yesterday but I did today, so that’s a win. We had shrimp tacos and homemade refried beans today in honor of Cinco de Mayo.
JJ and I had a glass of wine together Saturday, me with my dry Sauvignon Blanc and JJ with her super sweet Moscato. I think I like enjoyed mine more than she hers, but she was a good sport!
Jim was
starting to wonder how long it would take for them to rescue him from whatever
whacked universe this was.
The
thing of it was, he’d been unlucky to be in a mirror universe before. That one
had been scary, because instead of the Federation there had been the Empire.
Spock had a beard and had, at one point, held him by the neck against the wall.
When he’d returned to his own universe, he still wore the bruises from Spock’s
fingers.
But at
least he could communicate with that Spock and the rest.
In this
one, whatever it was, he somehow found himself on ancient Vulcan, or so it
seemed to Jim, because they didn’t appear to be very advanced at all, and none
of them seemed to speak anything other than Vulcan. And damn it, his Vulcan sucked.
The moment
he had appeared, he’d been set upon by a group of half-naked Vulcan warriors
thrusting weapons at him, and poking and prodding him. He hadn’t been sure if
they intended to kill him, fuck him, or eat him. Or maybe all three.
Then
Spock had appeared, or he sure as hell looked
like Spock, also half-naked and much more muscular than his Spock, and yeah,
okay, he thought of Spock as his, with long hair, and tattoos of Vulcan scripts
on his chest and arms.
Anyway,
he had fought off several other beastly Vulcans to claim Jim. Well, not
literally. Or Jim didn’t think so.
He had
been brought by Spock to a dwelling that seemed sort of a cross between a hut
and a cottage. He’d been unceremoniously dumped onto a heap of cushions in the
middle of said dwelling, not sure if the cushions acted as a couch or a bed,
and then Spock had disappeared into another room.
Eventually
he had returned with food which he had foisted upon Jim. Begrudgingly Jim had
eaten it, all the while asking Spock if it was poison, and getting, of course,
no response, because he was hungry and didn’t know when he would get the opportunity
to eat again.
After
that, and where they were now, actually, Spock sat on the cushions next to Jim
simply staring at him.
“Uh.”
Spock
tilted his head.
Jim
moistened his lips. “Nice, um, nice tatts by the way.” Jim sort of pointed to
the artwork on Spock’s chest. Spock must have gotten it because he straightened
and puffed out his chest.
“So.”
Spock
pointed to him. “So.”
“Oh. No.
Um. No. That’s not my name.” Jim sighed. Pointed to himself. “Jim.”
“So Jim.”
He
laughed. “No. Just Jim.”
“So Just
Jim.”
Jim blew
out a breath. “Okay, whatever. It’s not like I’ll be here long enough for it to
matter.” Or so he hoped.
Spock
pointed at himself. “Spock.”
“Yeah.
Hi. Hello Spock.”
Spock
leaned forward and put his hand on Jim’s cheek. “Pretty.”
He
blinked. “You-you know the word pretty?”
Spock
nodded. “Pretty!”
“Er. I
mean I guess.”
“So Just
Jim pretty.”
He found
himself smiling in spite of himself. “Spock pretty.”
Which apparently
was the wrong thing to say or the right, depending on your point of view,
because suddenly Jim found himself flat on his back, underneath a very heavy
Vulcan.
“Oh. Um.
Wow.”
Spock
smiled, which sure was strange. He put his hand on Jim’s cheek again. “Mine.”
“What?”
“So Just
Jim Spock’s.”
“Well.
Not that I’m not flattered or anything, but—”
Spock’s
eyes narrowed. “Mine.”
And then
he ripped Jim’s shirt in half.
It was at
that exact moment that he heard the transporter activated and found himself reappearing
on the Enterprise, lying on his back across it, unfortunately, torn shirt and
all.
“Captain.”
Jim
turned his head to look at his first officer, whose perfectly groomed eyebrow
was arched high under those bangs of his. He moistened his lips.
“Damn
it, Spock. You could have waited an hour or so.”
“Captain?”
He
sighed and sat up. “I just left what is bound to be a very frustrated Vulcan.”
Spock reached down and helped him up. “If you’d like to be sent back, I can see if that can be arranged.”
Jim walked away, looking back over his shoulder. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’ll just have to role play.”
Spock stared. “Role play?”
**** Explicit, slightly altered version now online
Didn’t We Almost Have it All was updated just now.
Next up, though not sure when, will be The Space in My Bed, and The Ties That Bind. I am working on flashes etc, so those updates will, maybe, probably, get pushed to next week.
Jim looked
up from his tropical drink. Orange and red with a cute little blue umbrella
sticking out. He leaned back in his chair and gazed serenely at Bones. “Huh?”
“With Spock,
genius.”
“I don’t
know what you’re talking about.”
“Didn’t
you two bond over chess and poker?”
Jim frowned.
They were at an outdoor bar on Risa, enjoying a very much needed shore leave. “As
friends, Bones. I mean isn’t he kind of, sort of, with whatshername.”
Bones
snorted. “Uhura.”
“Yeah,
that one.”
“You’re
such a juvenile. And no, they broke up.”
“Didn’t
they get back together after the whole rescue thing, ‘oh no, I have been
injured, Nyota’?”
“You do
a really bad Spock imitation by the way. They did, yeah. But they broke it off
again.” Bones sipped his whiskey. “Rumor has it was because of some blue-eyed
dreamboat.”
It was Jim’s
turn to snort and roll his eyes. “Get real.”
Bone chuckled.
“I notice you immediately assumed I meant you.”
“Fuck
you. Anyway, this is all bullshit.”
“Spock
likes you.”
“Well,
of course he likes me. As much as Spock likes anyone, of course. We’re friends.
Like you and me.”
“Definitely
not like you and me. Okay. I see, because you are really a juvenile, I have to say it in a way you’ll get it. He
likes you likes you.”
“Does
not.”
Bone sighed,
somewhat dramatically Jim thought. “Who else has he asked to play strip poker
with?”
“That
was a joke.”
“Spock
joke? Since when? He’s got the red hots for you. Or in his case the green hots,
I guess.”
“Do you
ever listen to yourself?” Jim finished his tropical drink. “And forget all this
crap. I’m here to get laid, not talk about my first officer.”
“You
sure you want to do that?”
“Why not?”
Bones
shrugged. “Do you really want to mess things up with Spock by fucking around with
some nameless temporary lover?”
“There
is no Spock!”
“All right,
if you say so.” Bones stood up. “I have a massage appointment, so I’ll see you
later. And try not to get yourself in trouble.”
“It’s
shore leave.”
“Exactly.”
Jim watched
his friend walk away. He mumbled, “There is no Spock.”
And yet,
he continued to sit right where he was, not making a move to go seek out
anyone. Stupid Bones.
The
waitress came by to pick up their empty glasses.
“Another
one?” she asked.
“Sure
and maybe some fries, too.”
“Coming
right up.” Then she tilted her head. “I think that Vulcan is looking for you,
sir.”
Jim
glanced over and saw that Spock had entered the bar inside and was glancing
around. His stomach did a little flip. Must be the drink.
“Tell him
I’m out here.”
She
smiled. “He’s really cute.” Then she went inside.
A moment
later, Spock appeared.
“Captain?”
“Hey,
Spock. Have a seat.” He gestured to where Bones had been sitting.
“I
thought the doctor was with you.”
“Oh.
Were you looking for him?” Jim felt a little disappointed.
Spock
sat down across from him. “Not in particular.”
“I’m
surprised you came down. You don’t usually do shore leave.”
Spock shrugged
slightly. “It was mentioned that you were in this bar and I thought it might
be…appropriate…to join you for a drink.”
“You?
You’re going to drink?”
“A tropical
iced tea.” Spock paused. “Unless my presence is unwelcome.”
There
was just the tiniest bit of vulnerability in Spock’s brown eyes that Jim was
not used to and he realized, maybe, just maybe, Bones had been right.
Jim
smiled. “No, Spock. It’s not at all unwelcome.”
The next fic to be updates is Nine Lives. That’s the last one from March.
Expect a Flash tomorrow. I forget what it is, but I am sure it will be good! ha. Oh wait! I remember now. This Jim continues from the teaching Spock poker flash.
I have everything scheduled for May and will soon begin to schedule some for June (including one that continues from May 17)
Coming up NEXT week will be updates for The Mysterious One and My Devotion. I look forward to both of those and hope you do too.
I am also going to try next week to add a 4th chapter to The Thought of You Is Consuming Me (Regency Pinto) for the Pinto de Mayo launch. Cross your fingers!
In other news I may have made a grave error in joining the cookie of the month club! HA HA. I may be eating too many cookies. Bad me!
So, as you know I did two updates for All I Ever Wanted yesterday. That was in anticipation of spending much of the rest of the week on flash fics through May.
I have May 3, 10, 24th, and 31st done now. I am about to tackle the one for May 17th, which is based on a suggestion JJ sent to me. Once again, thanks everyone for the suggestions they are extremely helpful. The 17th will be longer than typical and will be multiple parts. That’s why I got the flash done for the 24th and 31st as those were short! (And update: Yippee! All May flashes are now done. And Part 2 of the long flash will debut in June. Go me!)
This weekend, Saturday, my great niece Quinn turns 3 and so we are off to BFE for her birthday celebration. Her parents live like 2 hours away from us in good traffic at a place called Redlands. Her birthday is at some kiddie play gym thing where you have to wear socks inside and no shoes. We only have to be there a couple of hours but since it takes 2 to get there and 2 to get back, it’s a long ass day.
Tonight we are seeing Shazam. Looks cute so that should be fun. And that’s pretty much it for news here.
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 