I claimed 6 prompts on the Spirk Advent Calendar this year (one of which was my own prompt), and though I can’t say for sure I will do all of them, I will be busy doing those so updates might be slower on AO3. Never fear this week’s blog flash has already been written
I am really not sure! HA. I had gotten notification from WordPress that I could renew this site for two years at the one year price and so…even though I wasn’t sure I was going to continue (FYI I had less than a month to go) I did it. Now I don’t have to bother with it until…yep 2028. Not sure I’ll be alive still but there you have it.
So this is a bit of a Vanik AU in that everything I have established in other stories does not apply here. I thought it would be fun to kick off October with him. Enjoy!
“What is that man doing?”
Spock slowed his pace and glanced toward the patio his nephew pointed out. They were on their way to pick up some dinner as Vanik was temporarily staying with Spock while Spock’s brother, Sybok, was being diplomatic on some planet. He’d been rather vague about it and Spock figured whatever it was must have been illegal because Spock knew his brother.
The man Vanik referred to had a very large pumpkin on a patio table and he was, rather gleefully, cutting it up.
“He is carving a pumpkin into a Jacko-Lantern.”
“What is that?” Vanik wondered.
“A Halloween decoration. On Earth, Halloween is celebrated in October and Mr. Kirk is creating one of the ubiquitous decorations seen at this time.”
“Mr. Kirk? Then you know him?”
Vanik had stopped walking so Spock was forced to do the same.
“He is my neighbor,” Spock said, evasively. “And he attends Starfleet Academy.”
“I am curious to inspect the pumpkin closer.”
Spock stiffened. He didn’t exactly object to Vanik meeting his neighbor, but it was…complicated.
“I do not think we should disturb him.”
“Oh, I don’t mind,” his neighbor called through the patio fence. “Bring ‘em over. My Jack-o-Lantern is nearly finished.”
Given that, Spock could hardly refuse.
A moment later, Kirk was opening the gate to his patio for Spock and Vanik.
Kirk gave him a funny look but smiled engagingly at Vanik.
“Hello there. I’m Jim.”
“My name is Vanik and I am Spock’s nephew,” Vanik moved over to inspect the pumpkin.
“Vanik, huh?”
“My brother’s son is staying with me temporarily.”
“I see. Is that why you said we had to stop seeing each other?”
“Temporarily,” Spock reminded him.
Vanik glanced their way. “Is Jim your boyfriend, Uncle Spock?”
“No,” Kirk said.
“Yes,” Spock said at the same time.
Kirk said, “Yes.”
Spock said, “No.”
Jim shook his head and went to where Vanik stood.
“You did not have to stop seeing him because I am visiting,” Vanik told his uncle. “I have speculated that Jim first said no because he does not wish to label your relationship if Spock is not ready to do so. Spock said yes, because he wished to seem ‘cool’ by using a term familiar to Humans. Given that Spock said yes, Jim switched to yes because he felt it was safe to admit to their emotional connection after all and Spock pivoted to no because he feared Jim did not view their situation as seriously.”
Jim laughed. “Give me a break kid.”
Vanik shrugged. “It was the logical conclusion. Do you have more pumpkins to carve? I would like to attempt one myself if permissible.”
“I don’t but I guess I could get more if you’d like.”
“We were just on our way to dinner.”
Vanik said to Jim, ”Perhaps you could join us.”
“Well I…”
“I am sure Mr. Kirk has other plans.”
“Do you?” Vanik asked.
“Nope.”
“Then you can come with us. And then after, perhaps we can get additional pumpkins.”
Spock inwardly sighed. “Very well. Let’s go.”
As Jim fell into step beside Spock and his nephew he said, “Can we get pizza?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Damn. I mean…darn.”
Spock felt his lips twitch. “Perhaps a small one.”
Jim grinned and they continued on their way.
You may have noticed I skipped last week. I didn’t really have any ideas for a flash so I skipped it. I’ll be back this week for one to end September with.
Can hardly believe it’s almost October
So here’s where we’re at.
I believe my renewal for this site is early November so before then I’ll need to decide whether to renew for another year or throw in the towel.
I should have something up for this Friday though right now I have no ideas.
Here is a recent picture of Wasabi (eyes closed) and Violet (tuxedo), Wasabi has been with us 9 weeks now and Violet very close to three months. Time flies.
We’re in the middle of a massive heatwave.
As for AO3, most of you have found out I have a new fic up, Hello. It’s actually inspired by the Lionel Richie song though it probably doesn’t seem like it, lol, Check it out if you haven’t.
Started my Lawdyhawke inspire tale too.
I need to get back to Brief Moment so I can get Jim well and happy.
And I need to decide whether I am continuing or discontinuing Waiting for the Night to Fall (Jim has a teenaged Orion daughter with Gaila and was estranged from Spock), Not a lot clamoring there for more though I honestly like the story myself.
Anyway, that’s a bit it for now. Hope you are doing well and surviving whatever heatwaves you might be dealing with yourselves
I probably won’t have a flash this Friday. Well maybe I will. Not sure. Right now I have no ideas for one.
On A03, I’m working on finishing up The Visitor. Similar to finishing up Baby within the last few weeks. I figure maybe focusing on each story until they are finished might work. At least for now.
In the meantime, here’s a picture of Violet
Now that Jim was faced with Spock being sent into see him, he found himself nervous about confessing how he felt. It was entirely possible that Spock would say, ‘thank you for telling me, Captain’ and that would be the end of it. At least if Spock didn’t feel the same.
Or worse.
He could respond, ‘Thank you for telling me that, Captain. Here is my transfer request.’
Or maybe this scenario, ‘Yes, it is true I am no longer in a relationship with Nyota, but that certainly doesn’t mean I want you.’
And so the longer it took for Spock to come in and see him, the more Jim convinced himself it was best to remain silent. Jim closed his eyes.
A moment later Spock entered the room. Even with his eyes closed, Jim somehow knew it was Spock.
“I’m in love with you,” he blurted out. His heart beat so fast he thought he might give himself cardiac arrest.
Silence. That was Spock’s reaction. And Jim wondered if he would hyperventilate. Him, not Spock, of course.
Then came, spoken softly,
“Perhaps you should open your eyes and look at me when you speak such words so that I know they are meant for me.”
Jim opened his eyes and saw Spock standing very close to the hospital bed, gazing down at him with dark fathomless eyes.
He was no coward, though maybe he wanted to be in that moment, so he said, “I’m in love with you, Spock.”
Emphasizing Spock so that there would be no mistake.
He waited, anticipating Spock giving one of speculative scenarios.
“I reciprocate.”
“You what?” Jim asked, astounded.
“Perhaps this will make it clearer,” Spock said, then kissed him.
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.
“Hey there.”
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.
“Ready to continue?” Spock asked.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
“Follow me.”
