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Flash Fic, July 06, 2020

Cadet Ashayam and our chocolate loving Vulcan…

“On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, a partridge in a pear tree.”

“On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree.”

Spock looked up from his terminal to stare at his beloved, who was currently baking something in the kitchen of their apartment. He wore an apron that declared “Kiss the Cook”, a very thin blue T-shirt that matched the blue of his eyes, and jeans slung low on his hips and ass.

Which managed to distract Spock from what he was about to say.

“On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me three French Hens, Two—

“Jim.”

“Turtle Doves…”

“Cadet.”

“And a partridge in a pear tree.”

“Ashayam.”

“On the fourth…oh. Yeah, babe?” Jim had been leaning over putting a cookie sheet into their oven. Now he straightened and turned toward Spock.

“It is July.”

Jim smiled. “Yeah. I know. And?”

“Currently, we have the apartment being cooled by central air as it is one hundred degrees Fahrenheit outside.”

“Yep. Boiling out,” Jim agreed.

Spock nodded. “Correct me if I am wrong, but is that not a song you made me sing at holiday time with you when we were intoxicated on chocolate peanut butter martinis?”

Jim’s sweet smile widened into a huge grin. “That was a good time.”

“It was. But, then it is true, correct? That was the song.”

“Yeah.”

“Then…”

“Christmas in July, Spock.”

Spock leaned back in his chair and eyed his boyfriend. “Is that really a thing?”

“You bet your sweet Vulcan ass it is.”

“Mm. What are you doing?”

“Making cookies.”

“What sort of cookies?”

“Gingerbread men. And women. People. A sehlat or two.”

Spock sniffed. “It does smell appealing. But is that not also a winter treat.”

“Sure. But in the spirit of Christmas in July…” Jim shrugged. “Since the air’s on anyway, I figure you wouldn’t mind a few cool weather treats. Like the gingerbread. And some peppermint mochas.”

“Mochas?”

Jim nodded. “Yep. Extra chocolate in yours.”

Spock licked his lips. His gaze strayed to the tests he was grading. They were not due until Monday and it was only Friday night, but Spock did like to be efficient.

“Chocolate whip cream too.”

Spock pushed back from his desk and stood up. “The tests can wait.”

“That’s the Christmas spirit!”

July 6, 2020

Yaoichan’s Birthday Flash July 01, 2020

“What?”

“I said…you’re pregnant,” Bones repeated.

“I heard you.”

“Then why’d you say what?”

“Because…what?”

“Jim.”

“Bones, that’s crazy. I’ve just started the Academy. How am I going to complete all my courses, how am I going to command a ship…how am I going to tell…”

“Spock.”

“Well, duh, but can you give me some…”

“No.” Bones nudged him. “Doorway.”

Jim turned, eyes wide, to see Spock standing in the doorway of the exam room.

“I was told you fainted and were being examined. Are you all right?” Spock rushed toward him.

“Uh.”

“T’hy’la?” When Jim did not answer at once, Spock looked to McCoy. “Doctor?”

“He’s fine, Spock. You don’t need to worry.” Bones patted Jim’s arm. “I’m going to go get you a peanut butter milkshake. Give you a chance to talk.”

Spock watched Bones go. He looked back to Jim. “What?”

“Well, Spock, it’s like this…”

July 1, 2020

Flash Fic, June 29, 2020

“Spock! Please. Bones…you have to…”

The voice was distant, far away. And it sounded tinny, hollow.

“It’s all my fault, Bones. You have to save him.”

“Jim I’m doing the best I can. There’s a lot of damage—”

The pain was excruciating. Almost too much to bear. In fact, perhaps…

“God, Bones. I love him so much. Please.”

Love.

Yes. He loved Jim. Jim loved him.

“It’s my fault. I was distracted by this stupid Sam thing and I wasn’t paying attention and he stepped in and saved me. Bones…”

The sounds, the voice, faded as he went into a trance.

“He’s coming around. Jim!”

It was almost impossible to come out of the trance and for a moment, Spock wondered if Leonard or someone would have to strike him. He didn’t think Jim would.

But then with extreme effort, he forced his eyes opened and gasped for breath.

“Spock!”

Jim was there, hovering directly over him, his face pale, his blue eyes huge in his face.

“Jim,” he whispered.

He saw that Jim was crying, and was alarmed, but then Jim leaned down to kiss his lips and Spock tasted his salty tears.

Jim pulled back just a little. “I’m sorry. I’m just so happy you’re okay.”

“I am not sorry,” Spock told him. “I love you as well.”

Jim sucked in a breath. “You heard me?”

“Yes, ashaya.”

“Spock, I’m so sorry you got hurt because of me. I was…”

“It was not your fault. I simply moved too slowly. And if I prevented your death, as I suspect I did, then none of it matters.”

“It matters to me.”

Spock took the hand that Jim offered. “We can discuss all that later and everything else between us. And what is going on with your brother.”

“Yeah, I…” Jim blew out a breath. “It’s nothing compared to this. To you. But yes, I am sure you’re tired and need sleep.”

“Jim! What are you doing? Stop crawling into Spock’s bed with him! Jim!”

Spock simply pulled Jim close and Jim wrapped his arms around Spock, careful not to place them anywhere that might injure Spock.

Spock met the doctor’s eyes, who rolled them, and then sighed.

“Fine. Nobody listens to me.”

He turned down the light and Spock fell asleep in Jim’s arms.

This concludes this series that began on June 22, 2020

June 29, 2020

Flash Fic, June 22, 2020

He hadn’t meant to spy on them. Really.

But he’d been in the area, walking, because he wasn’t sleepy, wasn’t hungry, and was still mulling over a difficult conversation with his mother over Sam.

He’d heard the hushed voices and was about to reveal he was there when he realized it was Spock and Uhura. Instead of saying, “Hey, I’m here,” like he absolutely should have, he’d found himself crouching down so they wouldn’t see him.

“Spock, it’s not a matter of not caring about you anymore. I do. I always will. But you and I are at different places now.”

“What places, Nyota?”

Uhura sighed. She had her hands on his chest, whether to hold him or push him away, Jim couldn’t tell.

“You’re in love with someone else, Spock. And you have been for, I don’t know, years. And I’ve tried to ignore and hoped it would go away, but it never does. It only gets worse, and I’ve been fooling myself that you would choose me.”

“I have chosen you, Nyota.”

Her hand grasped his shirt at the side. “Not here. Not ever. Or for a very long time. I’m not really sure I ever came first for you and certainly not since he came around.”

“Nyota, I…”

“Spock, this isn’t to hurt you. I care so much about you. But we’re not even having sex anymore and I think we both know why. We haven’t been in love since…” She took a deep breath.”Since our days at the Academy. Search yourself, Spock, you know what I’m saying is true. And if you’re as smart as I think you are, you’ll tell him.”

“He does…” And then Spock’s words faded as he had lowered his voice and they walked away a bit from Jim’s location.

He craned to see where they had gone and was in time to witness Uhura kiss Spock’s lips softly, her fingers grazing his cheek. She then pulled away.

“I’ll see you,” she said then and turned and walked out of the observation area.

Spock waited a few minutes more and then followed her.

Jim rose from his hiding spot, approached the window, and looked out.

It appeared Spock and Uhura had broken up. He had no real time to think much about it though.

Sam was in trouble. And Jim had to decide whether to help him.

June 22, 2020

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