Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

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  • Flash Fic, April 27, 2020

    Spock found his captain ruminating on the observation deck, where he could usually be found after a problematic mission. Fewer missions were these days, Spock mused. The crew and her officers being far more experienced than their first years. Still, like now, there were times when missions went terribly wrong.

    “Hi, Spock.”

    He was not surprised Jim knew of his presence even before his footsteps sounded on the floor in approach. Their link was strong, deep, and impenetrable by outside forces now.

    “Doctor McCoy advised you insisted on being released.”

    “Nothing wrong with me that a few days of sleep won’t cure.”

    “Jim, the mission…”

    “I know, babe. It’s just…that one was a little rough.”

    “Ensign Davers was quite young.”

    “Yeah. And will never get older now.” Jim sighed. Turned to look at Spock. “I’m grateful you’re safe.”

    “As I am filled with gratitude for your apparent health.” Spock paused. “Come to our quarters. It has been too long since you’ve had anything proper to eat. And you could use a shower.”

    “Saying I smell?”

    “Certainly not. But your muscles are ill-used. I would like to pamper you. Cleanse you. Take care of you.”

    Jim blinked rapidly and Spock knew he was trying to keep the moisture that threatened at bay. He didn’t hesitate any longer. He pulled his husband close, wrapping his arms around Jim and holding him as tightly as he dared.

    “Thank you,” Jim whispered. “I love you. So much.”

    Spock closed his eyes. “I love you too.”

  • Flash Fic, 04/24/2020

    A Conversation

    “Are you angry?”

    “No. Not anymore. You?”

    “My ire has significantly decreased.”

    “Now see how can I stay mad when your Vulcan snootiness is such a turn on.”

    “Jim.”

    “Well. I can hardly be blamed. You’re the hottest thing on two legs. Not that I’ve had anything on four legs.”

    “Jim…”

    “Lately. Totally kidding. Oh now I’m getting your best snooty look. You did that on purpose to make me hotter.”

    “If your temperature is elevated—”

    “Oh it’s elevated buddy. And so is something else.”

    “We had better go to the mess room.”

    “Huh? For what?”

    “Crackers to go with your cheese.”

    “Oh. My. God. You just made a joke. Come here and kiss me.”

    “You are impossible.”

    “Impossible not to love.  Come on. Admit it.”

    “I refuse to respond.”

    “Afraid of incriminating yourself, huh?”

    “Indeed. You spoke of kissing.”

    “To make up. From our fight. And we can go beyond kissing too. If we want.”

    “We do.”
      

  • The Favs and The Nots

    Favorites of things often change, I think. I’ve written several fics since my beginning etc and what I completely loved then, might not be in my top 5 now.

    So I thought it might be fun to list my current 5 favorites of the ones I have written. And I thought it would be even more fun to look back at 5 that now make me cringe a bit (not sure if I can or should explain why)

    Favorites (not in any order) and these are only a few

    The Finer Things

    Potions

    The Strange Vulcan

    You Were Meant for Me

    Didn’t We Almost Have it All?

    Fics that make me cringe a bit (also not in any order and I don’t hate them)

    The Orion Conference

    Aftermath (I will tell you why for this one. I held back on doing something in this story because someone asked me not to, and to me personally, not having done that part, weakened my intent a bit for this story. I think most would disagree with me though)

    Say Something

    Want

    The Sight    

  • Flash Fic 04/22/2020

    “Can we get a dog?”

    “No.”

    “Ah, come on, Spock,” Jim whined as they walked along the streets heading for their newly acquired apartment. “That dog we just saw was so damn cute.”

    “Jim, we’ll be living in a high-rise apartment, a dog needs…”

    “I’ll walk him. Like four times a day.” Jim paused. “Or her.”

    “And when will you find time for that?” Spock asked wryly.

    “I’m semi-retired.”

    “Emphasis on the semi. Jim, I will be spending the better part of my days acting as an instructor at the academy and you will be working at HQ. You know there will be demands on your time.”

    “I’ll hire a dog walker for those times we can’t walk the dog.”

    Spock stopped, turned to Jim, and sighed. “You are very difficult to deal with when you are determined.”

    Jim smiled. “You just figured that out after all this time, honey?”

    “You do try my patience.”

    “That’s why you adore me so.”

    Spock’s lips twitched. “I adore you in spite of it.”

    “Says you. So? Can we get the dog?”

    “I do not know why you ask me when you have already made up your mind.”

    “It gives me emotional security. Come on. Let’s go get that dog.”

  • Flash Fic, April 20, 2020

    The door slammed shut behind Jim making him wince. He didn’t miss the way Spock’s back stiffened around the shoulders.

    “Uh, sorry. Didn’t know it was going to do that.” He sidled up beside Spock, who was looking out at the yard, though Jim wasn’t really sure what there was to look at. Nothing but dirt for miles.

    This place was…desolate to say the least. And the sooner they could get off this wreck of a planet and back up to the Enterprise, the better.

    “You…okay?”

    “Of course, Captain.”

    Whenever Spock used that snooty tone, well, Jim was torn between two things. Being turned on, okay, well, with Spock there was always an element of that, and knowing he was in big fat trouble.

    “What they said in there.”

    “Is this when you tell me they didn’t mean it?” Spock’s voice was as cold as a glacier.    

    “No. They meant it. And it was cruel and nasty and unacceptable. I won’t tolerate xenophobia or their disrespect to you.”

    Spock turned to look at him. “Captain…”

    Jim shook his head. “Every one of them is going to have a mark on their record. If we get out of this.”

    “We will get out of this.”

    He smiled a little. “I know. And the first Space Station we can reach, I’m getting rid of Hanson. I’ve already told him.”

    “The appearance of…”

    “This has nothing to do with our personal relationship, Spock. You’re my first officer as well as my science officer. A brilliant member of Starfleet. You deserve respect and nothing less.”

    “Very well.”

    Jim put his hand on Spock’s arm. “And this is coming from me…Jim. The guy who is crazy in love with you. I’m really sorry they said that shit to you and hurt you. I really want to kick their asses.”

    Spock’s lips turned upward just a bit. “T’hy’la.”

    “No, I mean it. Fuckers. I wish I could take every one of them out. But I can’t.”

    Spock nodded. “I know.”

    “When we get home, I want to wrap myself around you and hold you forever.” He paused. “Or at least until we have to go on shift.”

    “I would like that very much,” Spock said softly. “I am used to behavior such as theirs.”

    “I know. And I hate that you have to be used to it.” Jim put his hand on Spock’s face. “Let’s get to work. I can’t wait to get off this rock.”

    “Agreed, Captain.”

    And they turned to go back into the shack to figure out how to return to the Enterprise.

  • Flash Fic, 04/17/2020

    Leonard had lost track of Jim in all the preparations and ceremonial crap and when he found him, he almost wished he hadn’t. Jim looked a wreck. So much so that Leonard was worried about him, seriously worried, not his ordinary worry.

    Jim leaned against glass, his gaze rather vacant, his color a cross between too pale and too blotchy. If Leonard could measure stress levels, Jim’s would be off the charts.

    “There you are,” he said in the gentle tone he used when talking to particularly infirm patients. Jim was not that and yet, it seemed appropriate.

    Jim gave him the old Academy try with a ghost of a smile, but it was almost sickeningly ghastly. “Here I am.”

    “You okay?”

    “Have you ever faced the complete death of all your dreams and fantasies, Bones?”

    He hesitated. “I’m not really sure.”

    “If you had, you’d know.”

    Leonard moved closer. “Is that what you have done?”

    Jim didn’t respond, just gave him a rather vacant stare.

    Leonard glanced in the direction he’d come from. “They’re…getting ready to start. They’re expecting you.”

    Jim nodded. “I know. And I’m making myself move. I am. It’s just…when there was hope there was…now it’s nothing.”

    “Jim…”

    Jim straightened suddenly, quickly. His color was still way too weird and his smile almost just as ghastly, but he would have been convincing to anyone who didn’t know him as well as Leonard did. He looked pretty good in his dress uniform, even with his off appearance. 

    “Bones, I’m going to ask you for a really strange favor.”

    “Anything.”

    “Help me walk out there. I don’t think I can make it without assistance.”

    Leonard linked his arm with Jim’s as though it was the most natural thing in the world and they walked out together, standing with the others as they observed Spock and Uhura standing in front of a high priestess. Leonard saw Spock glance quite briefly in Jim’s direction, but Jim didn’t look his way, not at all, just looked straight ahead.

    Later, when it was all over, Jim looked at Leonard. “Well. That’s over. Where’s Scotty? I need the biggest damn drink I think I’ve ever had.”

    “Yeah,” Leonard agreed. “Me too.”

    And they found Scotty and with him was Keenser and Jaylah. Leonard was only a little surprised when Jaylah came to Jim and hugged him with a softly whispered, “James T.”

    Jim squeezed her back and then with smile firmly in place, declared, “Let’s go party.”

    They had just turned the corner when Jim bumped into a blonde woman coming the other way. For a moment they both pivoted and then stood upright.

    “Carol,” Jim exclaimed.

    “Jim!” She glanced at the others, smiling brightly. “Hello everyone.”

    “This is a great surprise,” Jim said. “We haven’t seen you since you

    “Stupidly left the Enterprise just after the first year of the five-year mission.” She laughed. “Yes, I know.”

    “What are you doing here?”

    “I’ve got a science symposium here. And you’re here…” Her brows furrowed in confusion, then cleared. “Oh. Yes. Of course. The bonding. Sorry I missed it.”

    “It was very nice,” Jim said, convincingly. “We’re going for a celebratory drink. Care to join us? You know Bones, Scotty, and Keenser. And this is Jaylah.”

    Carol smiled. “How do you do. And I’d love to join you.” Her smile got brighter still as she hooked her arm through Jim’s and Jim’s smile brightened too.

    Leonard wasn’t sure that was a good idea, but considering everything, he couldn’t really fault Jim for going there. Not at all. So he fell into step with the others and lent his support. As always.

  • And Done…

    Well not really. But 75% done. And I submitted it for claims. I estimated 18,000 words, so if I go slightly higher I’m good, or slightly lower, I’d still be over the 15,000 minimum, but I doubt I will go under.

    I guess what’s next, is they review all the stories submitted to ensure they meet what is required, and then the summaries are sent to the artists the week of April 27th. The weekend of May 2-3, the artists pick which story they’d like to illustrate for and authors find out who they are matched with May 4th. My story needs to be finished by May 30th. Piece of cake at this point. So that’s where I’m at.

    Posting begins in mid-June. We shall see where everyone is at with this Covid-19 thing by then!

    Here’s to my Beta for this story, J, who so far has done a “Bang” up job, I’ll have more for her next month! But it’s been much appreciated so far!
    Jim is so overcome by it all, Spock has to carry him!

    Anyway, so… that means getting some flashes done to post for the future, and a very short Pinto de Mayo story. Not much plot, and quite simple, but I will have something (Nope haven’t even started it). There will likely be only two of us posting a story that day.

    And that’s the happenings right now!

  • Flash Fic, 04/15/2020

    “Nothing is certain except death and taxes.”

    Jim Kirk eyed his best friend over the sugared rim of his fancy drink. They were enjoying a rare reprieve from final exams at Academy at a little bit of a froufrou bar some distance away from the campus. By choice. He smiled wryly. “You’re in a good mood.”

    Leonard “Bones” McCoy snorted. “And divorce. I forgot that.”

    “Now you’re just being petulant.”

    “Well.” Bones shrugged. “That last test kicked my ass.”

    “So you’re testy,” Jim cracked.

    “Do me a favor and don’t become a standup comedian.”

    “As if.” Jim put his hand over his chest. “Still. You wound me.”

    “You’ll live. I’m surprised you’re here hanging out with me and listening to me bellyache. Surely you have a date with your mystery man.”

    “Nah, he’s busy.”

    “Yeah? He taking tests too?”

    Jim smiled. “Yeah, it’s test-related.”

    “Hmm. Just wondering when I’m going to find out who lover boy is.”

    Jim chuckled. “Believe me that does NOT apply.”

    “Still you’ve been seeing him for weeks and keeping it a secret. Ugly?”

    “No.” Jim took a sip of his chocolate hazelnut martini.

    “Married?”

    “Don’t think so.”

    “Then why the secrecy?”

    “Don’t want to jinx it. I don’t have the best track record, Bones. And he’s…shy.”

    “Well I…” Bones stopped speaking as the door of the bar opened and in walked a tall, elegant Vulcan dressed in an all black professor’s uniform. “Oh well that just killed the mood.”

    “You were in a bad mood anyway. What’s your objection to…Spock!”

    “Don’t call him over here,” Bones said hotly.

    “Over here!”

    Spock noticed Jim, nodded, and headed in their direction.

    Bones stared at him. “Oh for…shy? You gotta be kidding me.”

    Jim ignored Bones and gave Spock a blinding smile. “All done?”

    “Indeed. Doctor.”

    Bones muttered and gestured to the bartender. “Another. And make it a double.”

  • Flash Fic April 13, 2020

    Spock stared at the chess board, surprised to find that the captain had just checkmated him. It wasn’t altogether unheard, of course. The first time they had played, so long ago now, Kirk had beaten him. His methods were unconventional and hard to decipher enough to analyze a pattern. Sometimes it seemed he came out the winner by sheer force of will. Since then, however, more times than not, Spock won.

    And he had expected to win this time as well.

    His captain seemed…odd. Well, more so than usual. And certainly distracted. But perhaps it was Spock who had found himself distracted.

    “Captain.”

    Kirk glanced at him, a question in his eyes.

    “I wish to know the nature of your inquiry.”

    “Oh.” Kirk shrugged. “Nothing, really. Just, um, guess I wanted to be sure you were all right. That was a difficult mission. Sarpeidon was…”

    “A planet doomed to destruction. Yes. And Zarabeth doomed with it.”

    “Right. But if you had feelings for her…well. I’m sorry. I guess, I’m thinking myself of my own…” Kirk shook his head. “Not shortcomings exactly.”

    “Shortcomings, Captain?”

    “When the Rigellian Fever hit the ship and Rayna…never mind. Our situations were dissimilar. Except I thought I felt love for her and…”

    “You did not?” Spock asked.

    Kirk shook his head, smiling faintly. “In just a few short hours? I was not myself. The situation the crew found itself in. And certain stirrings within me that came from a different source. It doesn’t matter. I acted foolishly and should have concentrated on the mission and not hormones.”

    “I see.”

    “And really, Mr. Spock. I don’t mean any of that to sound like a reprimand for you. I guess this whole thing just has me thinking of my own actions. Maybe that’s why I keep thinking of you and Zarabeth.”

    “Captain, though I did feel love for Zarabeth while on Sarpeidon, it did not last. It was the circumstances in which I found myself in, the atmosphere. The changes I went through in that time period. Once I came back aboard the Enterprise, that love, those feelings, were gone.”

    “So.” Kirk nodded. “You don’t wish you had stayed behind with her?”

    “I do not. My place is here.” Spock did not add ‘with you’. But he thought it.

    “And…what if…was there a possibility of a child?” The Captain wouldn’t look at him. Spock wasn’t quite sure why.

    “There is very little likelihood of that. All indications are that I am sterile and even were I not, any child created with Zarabeth is long deceased.”

    Kirk’s gaze met his then but what was behind those hazel eyes, Spock could not tell.

    “Another game, Mr. Spock?”

    Since he had no real desire to quit the captain’s company and return to the loneliness to be found in his own quarters, Spock replied, “Yes, that would be agreeable.”