Given the lack of interest in my recent two part flash, I’m probably not going to move forward with a second part. My friend, Kris, is the only one who showed any interest and that’s fine. It is what it is. People get busy, move on from fandoms, I get it.
But I think given the overall general lack of interest in blog posts, I think it may be time to consider closing down this blog. It’s paid until fall but that was assuming people were still interested in Spirk flashes. I know I did this to myself with keeping the same story on here for months. I like that continuing story but it’s not really getting interest on AO3 either. Anyway, I had big plans for more Spirk on AO3 but maybe the season for me writing Spirk at all is coming to a conclusion.
Whatever the case is and what I decide, thank you for the time you’ve spent with me here.
Jim’s eyelids came unglued and he stared into the warm gaze of his mother.
“Mom?”
“Yep. How do you feel?”
Jim took stock of himself. He shook his head slightly. “Better. No pain. But pretty tired.”
She smiled. “Staurel said your treatment went well and you’re free of the poison. He recommends you stay here over night for observation.”
Jim was already sitting up. “Nope.”
It was then she shoved a new set of clothes at him. “I figured. Put these on and when you’re ready, we’ll head to Sarek’s house with Spock and the children.”
He nodded. “I could really use a shower. Is there one somewhere around here?”
“Behind that door.” Staurel suddenly appeared, as if maybe he’d been hovering nearby all along. He’d pointed to a door on the left. “First, I muse protest your early release and recommend you do not depart until tomorrow.”
“Yep, noted.” Jim slipped off the bed and stood.
Staurel looked unvulcanlike annoyed for just a few seconds, but then he seemed to accept it. “Very well, the shower is there. Do you require assistance?”
“I don’t, no.”
His mother insisted on taking his arm to walk him over there anyway and for the most part Jim didn’t protest.
He made quick work of the shower and pulling on the new set of clothes she’d provided him with. He noted they were made from a thin, breathable material no doubt due to the heat there on New Vulcan. From what Jim had been told, it was not quite as hot as Vulcan Prime, but it was as close as they’d managed to find when looking for a new colony to settle.
Which reminded him of elder Spock. All that seemed so long ago now.
His mother took hold of his arm when he came out and escorted him from the medical center to where Spock, Desda, and the two younger children waited.
Brick and Isabelle remained frightened judging on their expressions while Desda looked contemplative. Spock, naturally, wore no expression at all.
Tomorrow is the last post for March and is an update to my story regarding Jim going to Orion with his mother. It’s also now posting on A03 (with a little less enthusiasm from readers than I anticipated but what are you going to do? Seems like overall Spirk enthusiasm is down or my Spirk anyway).
With it now eventually making it’s way to AO3, do you still want me to continue here or would you rather I return to Flash Fic format where each flash is a little story all its own. I won’t be offended either way so please provide honest opinions here. It’s all good.
Totally unrelated, AI once again missed the mark. I asked for an Orion female with blue eyes and well…yeah. The fake chick is fairly attractive but an Orion…no. Thought I’d share that with you for laughs.
I’m a bit under the weather so I’m going to have to skip any updates here and on AO3 for a couple days. Should be on track again next week. I hope then to finish A Cup of Cheer and get two installments of mu blog story up.
You can expect two posts a week while this is going on. One will always be Friday but the others will vary. Here is number 2
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“First we need to go to Cedar Rapids,” his mother explained as they left Riverside in her hover car. “The commercial shuttles in Riverside don’t go to San Francisco but the ones there do. From San Francisco we can get one to Orion.”
“Right.”
“But first we have to make a stop in Iowa City.”
Jim glanced her way. “What for?”
“To see Warren.”
His mind blanked. “Warren?”
She sighed. “My brother. At his assisted facility.”
Jim sank lower into the seat and looked out the window. “Sorry, Mom. I know I keep saying that…but…I should have paid more attention to our family.”
“No,” she said softly. “It’s my fault. When your dad was killed I gave up on life. For far too long I lived in my own head.”
“I sure know what that’s like.”
She patted his leg. “I made a lot of mistakes, honey. I distanced myself from my family so no wonder you don’t remember any of them. And I lost Sam because of my foolishness.”
Jim smiled wistfully. “He’s out there somewhere, Mom.”
“And don’t get my started on my very much ex-husband. I put up with his shit for too long. And we all lived to regret it.”
“We can’t change the past, Mom. But we can work on a better future.”
She smiled and nodded. “Yes. And part of that is telling Warren we’re getting his grandkids. Look, I know he probably won’t even know we’re there but I have to try and tell him. I owe him. You know my brother and his wife, Caroline, offered to take you and Sammy when I couldn’t handle things.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“I stupidly said no. Instead I saddled you with Frank.”
“May he rest in peace,” Jim muttered.
She looked at him quickly. “He’s not dead.” She paused. “Is he?”
He shrugged. “One can hope.”
“So Iowa City is up first. We should be there in no time.”
“Weren’t they living in Nebraska or something?”
She laughed. “That’s right. So you remember something. But after Caroline passed and Melanie left to Orion, I wanted my brother in a place closer to me.”
“Gotcha.” Jim sighed and closed his eyes. “I don’t do well with kids.”
“You do fine.”
“No. I feel…lost. Like I have no idea what to do with them. How old are Melanie’s kids anyway?”
“Brick is nine and Isabella is seven.”
“Brick?”
His mother shrugged.
“Why did she kill her husband?”
“I really don’t know. I haven’t heard from Melanie in years. Well, I hadn’t until she contacted me after she got arrested and asked me to come for the kids.”
The sign for Iowa City came up and after a couple of more signs, she got off the highway. Eventually she pulled up in front of a huge facility that resembled a Gothic mansion.
“Fancy,” Jim commented as he got out of the hover car.
“I wanted some place nice. The gardens are amazing.” She hesitated. “You don’t have to come in to see him. You can wait out in the lobby or something.”
Jim frowned as he opened the door for her to enter. “Why would I do that?’
“In case…considering what happened on that last mission with—”
“It’s okay, Mom. I can handle this,” Jim assured her gently.
“If you’re sure. I wouldn’t want to upset you. Make you think of…” She trailed off and bit her lip. “I won’t. Let’s go see your brother.”
I am so behind on everything. I manage to get flashes done for here but that’s it.
The truth is I am in a bit of a funk. Have been for several weeks. I have had little interest in writing anything. I haven’t been this bad in a while.
Someone posted a comment on A Cup of Cheer today that hoped I would update soon. I hope so too and I appreciated the show of interest. I had so hoped to have it done by the end of December but this “funk” has been crippling me.
I hope to slog through it soon but I wanted to make everyone aware I know I need to get stuff updated. I do. And I am so glad any of you even care to see it. With so much darkness going on, we need escapism. Even if Paramount has no interest in supporting the gang from AOS at all. I still like to keep them alive by writing about them.
Well this AI generated photo looks like for a birthday but whatever. AI sucks. Yes, yes, it’s become a huge part of our lives. Still sucks.
Anyway, we always say we hope for a better year, so I will say it here again. 2025 was pretty bad, I have to say. So yes, let’s hope for a better 2026.
Well…this has been an…interesting holiday season for me.
As you know, my cat died. My HOA is being sued by another owner and to make up for that, they doubled our HOA fees which were already astronomical. All the endless horrible news that we keep dealing with as a world. I unfortunately charged most of Christmas. You’d think that when you get this old you’d catch a break…nope!
I hope to end this little story right before Christmas. I know it hasn’t amounted to as much as stories in the past but time and mood has gotten away from me.
I will return to regular Friday flashes in January.
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 