to advise that I haven’t been able to write anything to update on AO3. Sorry. Swamped at work. Busy tonight. Mother’s 94th birthday tomorrow (social distanced don’t worry) AND I am trying to finish August flashes.
So give me a few days. Thank you!!
I think you will LOVE tomorrow’s flash.
This revisits those from Someone Like You
“Can we get a Chwisthmas twee?”
“A what?”
Sammy stared up at Spock, her big blue eyes wide. “A Chwisthmas twee.”
“It is July,” he said, logically. He had a hold of her hand as they went through a shopping area of San Francisco.
“But look.” She pointed to a sign that read Christmas in July sale.
Spock inwardly sighed. “That is a…marketing ploy.”
“A…what is marketing ploy?”
“It is a way to convince people to spend money on frivolities that are certainly not needed,” Spock told her. “It is enough we are forced to participate in December.”
Sammy’s bottom lip wavered as it stuck out. “If Daddy was here, he’d get me a Chwisthmas twee.”
“Likely that is true. But he is not. Come, Sammy.”
She pouted for a bit, but Spock was soon able to distract her with pineapple ice cream. He would likely pay for it later when she had a stomachache.
Still, though Sammy was three and could be easily distracted, she was also still the daughter of a brilliant man, and therefore as Spock and Sammy arrived home later that afternoon, she returned to the subject quite readily.
“Still want a twee.”
“In December.”
“Well. Why do they call it Chwisthmas in July?”
“I do not know,” Spock admitted. “I do know that it became something in 1933 in a place called North Carolina.”
Sammy simply stared at him and so Spock wasn’t sure if she understood or not. Nor was he sure if he did.
They approached the front door and as they did so, Spock heard the very definite strains of Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer. It filled him with a sort of defeated dread.
But Sammy heard it too and got a big smile as she excitedly jumped up and down. She yanked open the door and exclaimed, “A Chwisthmas twee!”
Jim laughed. “Well of course, sweetpea. Had to celebrate Christmas in July. We’re having Frozen Polar Bear Hot Chocolate too.”
Spock exchanged a look with Jim’s oldest son, David, who shrugged and smirked at Spock.
George was getting as excited as Sammy.
Jim came over to Spock with a twinkle in his eyes. “Thanks for the text by the way. You’re just a big Vulcan sweetie, you know that?”
Spock felt himself blush at his husband’s kiss, but he readily accepted his kiss. “Well…she pouted.”
“I know. Hard to resist.”
Spock arched a brow. “Polar Bear Snowmen Hot Chocolate?”
“I found a recipe.” Jim winked. “You can have yours later.”
The flashes for July are proving to be a huge challenge. Counting all Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays that’s 14 of them. I still have 5 to go. Yikes.
Then yesterday I got a new idea for a new song fic which I have started. I haven’t gotten super far but I have decided not to post any chapters until it’s all done. Then I will post chapters.
I am itching to do another Five Times Plus One fic again soon too.
Oh and I want to write an anon fic!
And…there is still Granted to get to. And well everything else. I need to clone myself! ha ha
Okay so I have one more flash(ish) story to write for June.(No longer true, I have finished June now) I also have the first two written for July. Still if I continue with MWF flashes for July that means I have 12 to go there. So yeah.
This means no updates on AO3. Sorry. But that’s the way it must be until I get some sort of breathing room on those flashes.
I am supposed to post my T’hy’la Bang story on Monday, June 22. I have not heard from my artist in weeks even though I have emailed her. Sigh.
Anyway the story is lovely if I do say so myself so I hope you will enjoy!
I’m going to give some serious thought to whether I want to do flashes MWF in August. It’s not that I don’t love the flashes but I also have to begin preparing for 25 days of December, if I am going to do that again, and that takes a ton of writing, so…I may drop to say M and F for August, September, October, and November. We shall see where and how far along I can get on other things.
Thanks!
Well I was waiting for the notice to go out from AO3 but it appears that isn’t going to happen as I posted it at 11 last night and almost 12 hours later I don’t think the emails have gone out.
So for those who are interested, besides J, if any, the story Orchestral Maneuvers, my Pinto story, is concluded.
Hello friends
I am soooooo behind on flashes right now, so please forgive me I cannot update or write anything else until I finish June flashes. I literally only have this Friday’s done and then…yeah
So for the next little while that’s what I am doing. That’s like 10 flashes. Please forgive me while I panic.
Look at this pretty pic. That’s my Jim from Bitter Frost.
Okay calmer now.
So I will get it done. And then when it’s done, I’ll get something else done. So we are allowed to do promo now for the T’hy’la Bang. I created a post for Tumblr per their guidelines, but I thought I’d also post something here.
Here is an itty bitty excerpt for “The Closer I Get to You” (think Roberta Flack)
Oh…wait…summary
After Kirk and Spock from the Kelvin Universe get together, they are engaged in a mission that requires them to time travel to save the life of a Starfleet Commodore. But their traveling doesn’t quite go as planned and they end up traveling not just to another time, but another universe, where they meet their TOS counterparts. Jim assumes their counterparts are a couple, just like he and Spock are, but he is surprised to learn from TOS Kirk and Spock that they are not. Before he and Spock head back to their own universe/timeline, he sets out to change the relationship of their counterparts, or as Spock would say, violate the Prime Directive.
Now Excerpt:
The minute his feet hit the ground, Jim dropped to a crouch, and rolled away from his attacker, narrowly missing being kicked in the head. He stood up, panting, quickly looking for his first officer.
“Spock?”
“Here, Captain,” Spock called out, just as he took a punch to his stomach. Anyone else would likely have lost their breath from such a punch, but Spock merely grunted, picked up the perpetrator, and tossed them away.
“Uh, this doesn’t seem like the right time.” Jim ducked as a chair was thrown at his head. “Hey!”
“You are correct, Captain. This is clearly the mission on Tevis 3.”
“Tevis 3,” Jim repeated. “Ah, crap. I remember that. I got my nose broken.”
“It took Doctor McCoy considerable work to restore—”
“My good looks. Yeah, I know. Damn. Spock, look out.”
“And back!”
Jim blinked, swayed, hand going to his head as he felt the strange disorientation of the time travel. Okay and maybe that fist to the head had something to do with it too. But yeah, at least his boots were firmly planted on the transporter pad. And there was no hot blood pouring from his nose. That counted as a win.
“Fuck.”
“Captain.”
“Geez, Scotty, what the hell was that?”
“Er, a wee miscalculation, Captain,” Scotty said, sheepishly.
Spock, who stood next to him, bristled.
In the room besides the two of them and Scotty were Bones and Uhura and Sulu.
Bones frowned. “What time were you in?”
“That mission on Tevis 3 a year and a half ago.”
“Damn it, Jim, do you know how long it took to make you pretty again?”
“I may barf,” Sulu said.
Uhura rolled her eyes. “I may join you. Monty, that’s too far back.”
“I know it, lassie. Let me try again.”
“Bones, it wasn’t like I had a choice where we were. And my nose is fine, by the way.”
“Wait,” Bones said. “All this shooting back and forth to another time, is this harming them?”
“I don’t think so,” Jim said.
“Well, maybe I should be the judge of that.”
Coming June 22, 2010
The first person familiar to him in the crowd that gathered was Nyota. She was gesturing to him, her face somber, her attire that of their dress uniform, hat firmly in place.
Spock stepped up to her and allowed her to lean forward and kiss his cheek. She pulled back and looked into his eyes. “How are you holding up?”
“I…well enough under the circumstances.”
She nodded, sympathetically, and then drew him forward. “The others are seated already.”
He followed her to where Lieutenant Sulu, Ensign Jayleh, and Lieutenant Commander Scott were seated. There was a spot left for Spock. A few aisles away he spotted Carol Marcus. He looked away quickly and took the offered seat.
Admiral Morrow walked up to the podium. “Thank you for coming on this day to remember those from Starfleet we have lost, not only in the last year, but in all our years.”
Then to Spock’s amazement, Morrow turned to the side.
“We welcome, Captain James T. Kirk, who has only just gotten out of the hospital this very day to attend this ceremony honoring those who have fallen.”
Doctor McCoy wheeled Jim out in a chair toward the podium. Jim wore a dress uniform but looked shockingly pale. Spock was half out of his seat before Nyota gently pushed him down.
“Did you know he was going to do this?” she asked.
“No.”
“I don’t think the captain should be out of the hospital,” Sulu spoke up.
“He should not,” Spock said curtly.
Jim stopped at the podium and then was helped to stand by the doctor. Spock’s jaw tightened as Jim swayed.
“Today, we are gathered to remember our fallen brethren, including a member of my own bridge officers, Ensign Pavel Chekov.”
***
“Captain!” Nyota rushed at him after the ceremony. “You shouldn’t be out of the hospital.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” McCoy grumbled. “Damn fool insisted. And he’s going right back.”
Spock dropped to his knees beside Jim. “T’hy’la. Why? We talked about this and decided you would stay in bed.”
“You decided,” Jim said softly. “For Pavel. I had to.”
Spock inhaled, counted to ten, and then nodded. “Very well. But you will not leave again until you are well. Promise.”
“I promise.”
Spock stood and took control of the wheelchair from McCoy, ignoring the doctor’s rolled eyes, as they all followed behind as Spock brought their captain back to the hospial.
For those lost…we remember
Other than the Pinto story I posted today I am not posting any updates on AO3 today. Little burned out with posting and probably you’re all a little burned out too.
I will be back to it tomorrow, never fear.
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 