I like to share videos of Star Trek I like and this one is a good one.
I already have a couple of Spirk videos using this song but this one is more Jimcentric than Spirk, but still really well done with the use of deleted scenes
Can’t say I’m digging the pants, but the rest I totally dig
So here I am at another week. Full work week, too. It’s nice having at least one day off a week. The good news is my job gives us MLK off so I have a three day weekend coming up.
In other news, perhaps unwisely, I began writing and posting my “Who’s the Daddy” story. I didn’t really need another work in progress, but it’s hard to control my urges sometimes. I know it causes me to neglect some other stories, but for the most part I do always finish my stories.
No real words of wisdom this week. Just plugging along in this thing called life.
As you may or may not know I have a series on AO3 that is Star Trek fairytales. Currently this includes the now legendary, Slave as well as Trading Places, a sort of take on Prince and the Pauper, and the very sad, tragic, Every Four Years, my leap year short.
Look for the next story in the fairytale series coming to an A03 post near you. The next one will be Cinderella, staring our own Jim Kirk as Cinderella, and the Vulcany prince looking for his true love at the ball.
Here’s my sweet peasant
And the Vulcany prince (just imagine ears)
Perfection, right?
When? In the future is all I can say.
Flash Fic Friday doesn’t start until next week, but I decided to post an old one-shot of mine to get the ball rolling. This debuted in my original One-Shot Collection way back in 2014 now.
“I’m sorry, Spock.”
Jim looked out over the balcony at the ocean, a breeze ruffling his hair, and chilling his body. What did it matter anyway?
“I should have been able to save you.”
He closed his eyes, letting the tears squeeze out and onto his cheeks. For a moment, maybe several, he just stood there letting the tears fall. He already felt like he’d been crying for days. He thought maybe he’d be crying forever.
Opening his eyes, he stared down into the cup of Vulcan tea he held in his hands. Jesus, he didn’t think he could handle this. This was too much.
“Jim? You should come back inside. It’s freezing out there.”
“I don’t care, Bones.”
The sliding door opened all the way. “Yeah, well, as your doctor and your friend, I do care. Get your ass back inside.”
Jim sighed and drank the last sips of the tea and followed Bones into the apartment. He shielded his eyes against the lights. “Does it have to be so fucking bright in here?”
“Lights 25%,” Bones called out and the lights dimmed. “Better?”
His throat felt raw. Hell he felt raw all over. ‘Yeah. I need more tea.”
“You gonna do nothing but drink that Vulcan tea? When was the last time you ate?”
“The-the day he died.”
“Jesus, Jim.” Bones went into the kitchen ahead of him. “Let me fix you something.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“The hell you aren’t.” Bones scowled. “There was nothing you could have done, Jim.”
“Bones—”
“Nothing. And no one—not Spock or anyone—blames you.”
“This is so much harder than I ever thought it would be,” Jim said softly, his breath hitching. “I knew—when it happened…if it did—it would be horrible. But this. God. It’s like I’m being torn apart, Bones.”
“It’s going to be all right, Jim. Once you get past the funeral, maybe it will ease a bit.”
“How can it? It’s…it’s Spock.”
Bones eyes softened. “I know, kid. Sit down. I’ll bring you something to eat and some more of that tea.”
Jim sat at the dining room table in Bones’ apartment. His head pounded. His heart felt like it was being torn from his chest.
Spock.
The door of the apartment opened. Jim stood, breath caught in his throat. Hoping. Begging.
“T’hy’la.”
Jim’s breath came out in a rush as he flung himself at Spock, who wrapped his arms around him so tight, Jim thought it might break his ribs and he didn’t care. The tears came as Spock held him. All the love Spock felt, came through the bond at him, and Jim let it heal him, help him.
“I am sorry it took me so long to make it here,” Spock said softly, kissing Jim’s forehead. “I could not get an earlier shuttle from New Vulcan.”
“You’re here now.”
“I grieve with thee.”
“I can’t believe he’s gone.”
Spock kissed him again. “My counterpart lived a long life, Ashaya. I am certain that he is happy to be with his own T’hy’la again.”
Jim pulled back, his eyes filled with tears. “Do you think they are together again?”
“I am certain.”
“I hope so.” He hugged Spock again. “God, it’s like losing you. I can’t bear that.”
“I am here, Jim. I will always be with you.” Spock took his hands. “Come, I know you have not eaten for days. Dr. McCoy has made you something. Will you eat for us?”
Jim nodded. “Okay.”
And though Jim knew he’d lost one Spock, his own Spock–his precious T’hy’la–was here with him. And would be for many years to come.
Today’s pretty picture
If you can yourself away from that…
A while back, my friend, Kris and I used to do a think called Flash Fic Friday. We’d give each other a challenge and then each Friday we had to post a story we’d written around that, usually a short piece. Most of mine ended up in my One-Shot Collection.
After a bit, we grew a little weary of it and stopped. Around late summer, early fall of last year, I decided to suggest to Kris that we take it up again, with the goal of beginning on January 13th. So that’s what we will be doing.
Rather than posting mine to a collection on AO3, for now I will be posting it each week on the blog here. So this right now is basically an FYI
Another week down and I had a pretty good Christmas. Got an Echo Dot and I am having fun with it. Lots of other stuff too. I’m a little spoiled. Yet I didn’t get Chris Pine for Christmas.
We actually had a pretty decent rain storm on Friday when I was at a friend’s house for our Christmas get together.
Ended up having a quiet Christmas Eve at home after all and we had lobster for dinner. Was lovely.
Anyway, we have a week left of this horrible year and I hope everyone does okay. I have a few chapters left Home for the Holidays and then I’ll get back to my regularly scheduled stories. I am looking forward to shutting some of them down so I can get to new stories I want to work on.
Today I am eating and watching TV and doing laundry. So exciting.
Just as the title indicates I have a whole playlist that inspires my stories. No surprise many of them are angsty.
Here are some of them:
Keep the Streets Empty for Me – Fever Ray
You Will Pull Through – Barcelona
I Found -Amber Run
Nitesky – Benjamin Francis Leftwich
Cry For You – September
Say Something – A Great Big World
I Would Die For You -Jann Arden
My Skin – Natalie Merchant
Fight Song – Rachel Platten
There I Said It – Adam Lambert
This is a small list of them. I may do a part 2 at some point
What does everyone think of a MPreg story (obviously AU) where Jim gets pregnant from a day where he has sex with three different guys? HA, I know. But, um, bear with me. The first one would be a boss or Admiral or Captain that sort of coerces Jim, then Jim would have sex with Professor Spock, well just because Spock is hot obviously, and then finally Jim has sex with his boyfriend, Gary. LOL. Anyway. He won’t know who the father is. Who’s the Daddy? Eventually, he’d be with Spock and blah blah blah.
Too weird? Too Slutty? Too Bridget Jonesy?
