Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

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  • Flash Fic, August 16, 2021

    This takes place directly after the events of The Wrath of Khan and before The Search for Spock

    Leonard knew it was time to go check on Jim. He’d tried to give him some time. Spock’s funeral service had been pretty rough on him and even though he’d acted as though he might be all right on the bridge after, Leonard was not fooled.

    “It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done, it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.”

    Those words notwithstanding, Leonard knew his friend and he was hurting.

    “Come.”

    When Leonard stepped into Jim’s quarters, his friend stood near to the observation window he had in his quarters. He was looking out, though Leonard wasn’t sure exactly what Jim saw.

    “It’s just me,” he said, softly.

    He saw the slight curve of Jim’s lips. “Hi, Bones.”

    Leonard looked toward the small bar in the quarters where he spotted the decanter of brandy Jim kept there. He walked over to it and poured two glasses, approaching and handing one to Jim.

    “You okay?”

    Jim looked into the glass. “What do you think?” He downed it in one swallow.

    About what Leonard guessed.

    “Jim, don’t take this question the wrong way, but, just what was between you and Spock?”

    Jim flicked a glance at him. “He’s my friend.” Paused. “Was.”

    “I know that. But…was there more?”

    “More?”

    Leonard took a sip of his own brandy. “You two were closer than most friends, closer than most brothers.”

    “Sam and I hadn’t been close for years before his death,” Jim said, musingly. He shook his head. “And I haven’t kept in touch with my nephew. I really am an asshole sometimes.”

    “But you and Spock—”

    “What are you trying to say here, Bones?”

    “Were you in love with Spock?”

    “In love.” Jim shook his head. “What does that mean? I loved him. I don’t know how to go on without him, Bones. He’s been the better part of my life for years and…now he’s gone. I’d do anything to have him back. Give up anything. But I can’t raise the dead. Spock’s gone.”

    “So, did you have romantic feelings for him?” Leonard persisted.

    “Maybe. I honestly never sat down and analyzed things. I know that when we parted after the mission and he went for Kolinahr, I thought my heart would break.”

    “Well, then.”

    “That’s nothing compared to now. I’d give anything for him to be back on Vulcan, having gone through Kolinahr and never looked back.”

    “I’m sorry, Jim. And I’m sorry I brought all this up. I guess…I just needed to know.” Leonard put the empty glass down. “I’ve been feeling a bit out of sorts myself lately.”

    And it was true. Sometimes Leonard felt as though there were someone else’s thoughts in his head. Strange.

    Jim smiled faintly. “It’s okay, Bones. But if you don’t mind, I’d like to be alone.”

    “All right. Let me know if you need anything.”

    Leonard left and returned to his own quarters, still feeling as though he was missing some piece of information.

  • Flash Fic, August 9, 2021

    Photo by Eric Thurber on Pexels.com

    In the early days of their relationship, he didn’t really notice it. Love is blind they say, and he certainly was as fully in love as anyone ever was.

    But after they bonded and married, he’d noticed it. Oh, it was minor. A mere insignificant thing and he would never mention it to anyone, including his love.

    His love was still absolutely brilliant. Beyond brilliant. And such tiny inconsistencies were nothing. There was the old tale of the absentminded professor, and he was certain that applied.

    And it was never every time, anyway.

    A missing number in a report that should have been there. Nothing really, it could have been missed by anyone, and the fact that it was missed by him, that was why he paid attention to it.

    Truthfully, it was endearing.

    And he did not know why.

    So, he’d taken to going into these reports and other things and adding it himself. He had the same accesses and same passwords to accounts his love did. They were bondmates after all. No real secrets existed.

    Except perhaps this. If he knew that these things were being corrected, he never let on.

    Much later, when they retired from Starfleet and went to live together in San Francisco, and they both took up teaching at the Academy, it was even more minor things.

    Their apartment number left off an address when he ordered something. As it was now.

    With a shake of his head, he read the notice from the shipping company that they needed a unit number as it had been left off the order form.

    He added the unit number, saved the address, and closed the site.

    The door to the apartment opened only moments later. He stood and gave his husband a kiss. Sweet, gentle, and welcomed.

    “Did my order arrive yet from the teashop? I placed it some time ago and it has still not arrived.”

    He smiled, pulled him close, and said, “I’m sure it will soon, Spock. It’s likely on its way, even now.”

    And yes, his absolutely stunningly brilliant husband who had an incredible memory was not perfect. He was okay with that. More than okay.

    Because, yes, he was perfect after all.      

  • A Few Ramblings

    And yes, the damn thing posted before I wanted it too, grrrrrr

    So coming up this month, the week of August 16th, I’ll be going away. No, no, not permanently.

    But I have that week off and my sister and I are taking a trip to Valley View in San Diego County. This trip is for her, honestly. Just as the one in June really was. For a couple of years as my mother’s health declined and the pandemic hit, my sister cared for her and couldn’t do much of anything. She loved to go to Vegas and casinos etc. My mother did too. And all of that stopped.

    Anyway, I picked the casino we would because I love the hotel with its free sit down breakfast and infinity pool. It overlooks the mountains and as I have sat there in the past in the patio area, I feel at peace. There are a handful of places I feel this sense of peace and that is one of them.

    We planned this trip back in June before Delta. We are both fully vaccinated and plan to wear masks around others. This helps with the smoke too. Is it the ideal time? No. But life does and must go on, so we are going and taking every precaution we can. I feel fairly sure that I am way more anxious about it than she is, but that is the story of my life. I have plenty of anxiety for both of us.

    Anyway, I hope to have my three flashes done for that week and prescheduled, but it’s likely I won’t be responding to comments. At least right away.

    That’s my story

  • My Plans June/July 2021

    Not sure what June will bring for flashes. I am thinking not every day and not necessarily every MWF. Just when the mood strikes. There will definitely be some. No dout.

    I finished One More Night on Friday and my next plan is to finish Cosmic Love. I won’t be posting any more of it here, I intend to finish it on AO3. Sorry about that, but the ongoing flashes that make one story isn’t working for me right now. I want to return to flashes of the nature where it’s one and done, at least for a little while.

    Once Cosmic Love is finished, I’ll return, hopefully, to updating my WIPS on AO3. To be honest I’ve lost the mojo a bit for I Dream of Jim and I might decide to delete it and give it up. I haven’t decided for sure but that’s my thought right now. I know that might be disappointing but I feel it’s just not working for me. We will see.

    A certain someone has requested a song fic and my plan is to get that going in June too. Shouldn’t very long.

    The family, those of us who matter ha ha, are taking a trip to remember my mother, after the service later in June. I’ll be gone for a few days in the middle of the month.

    I still plan on posting flashes for Christmas in July, never fear, for those who eagerly look forward to those.

  • Sorry

    Not feeling great (two day headache, seems like a migraine)

    And I had this for breakfast

    Yep one of those days

    It’s doubtful I will have anything ready to go for Cosmic Love tomorrow. Hopefully I’ll update soon.

  • Just Posted

    The second part of Tastes Like Real Ice Cream on AO3 so it took up some significant part of my writing so there might be a delay of the next chapter of Cosmic Love, but likely just in the afternoon tomorrow instead of morning.

    That is all!

  • Cosmic Love Chapter 3 April 12, 2021

    Spock had no experience dating Humans.

    He had no experience dating Vulcans either, for that matter. But as far as he knew Vulcans did not expect or desire to be courted in the way Humans seemed to wish.

    The concept of going to dinner and/or a movie was an odd consideration to him.

    Of course, in practical matters, Vulcan children were bonded to other Vulcan children at a young age in anticipation of one day fully forming the marriage bond.

    That was for average Vulcan children. Admittedly average Vulcans were considered superior to others, including himself, who had the distinction of being only half Vulcan. The other half being Human, but that led Spock back to his original thought. Being half Human did not give him any particular knowledge when dealing with attractive Humans one wished to pursue.  

    Due to his lineage, in that he was fortunate, Spock’s mother, the Human one, had declared her son would get to choose his own mate, and therefore no betrothal bond had ever been established between Spock and another. That had been one of the only arguments between his parents, Amanda Grayson had won.

    That left Spock with his current dilemma.

    How to pursue James Kirk.

    He’d made a terrible impression. Social graces was not his forte, truly, and he had been startled by the unexpected confrontation with Kirk…Jim…when he’d approached. Spock had not been prepared and had, as Jim pointed out, been rude.

    Spock simply could not deny he found Jim quite attractive.

    He’d thought about discussing the matter with his friend, Nyota, but she was rather judgmental for the most part, and Spock really did not wish to deal with that sort of behavior from her just yet. Any advise she would have given him was not that important, he decided.

    Spock had considered contacting his mother for her advice. She was, after all, quite Human herself. But she would no doubt react with more enthusiasm than the current situation indicated, owing to his bad impression on Jim, and he was not prepared to disappoint her should that bad impression not become resolved.

    Because he hadn’t been smart enough to get Jim’s contact information when they’d gone for coffee, Spock had been forced to do some research into which dorm was his. Therefore, he now stood outside Jim’s dorm hoping he did not come off as a stalker.

    He almost turned away and left but at the last second, he took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

    The door opened only seconds later, and Jim stood there, staring in surprise at him.

    Jim was wearing glasses which reminded him teenaged Jim Kirk had worn glasses most of the time. Somehow it made the blue irises appear even more striking.

    “It occurred to me that I did not obtain your contact information to further our acquaintance,” Spock said after allowing himself ample time to takin in Jim’s attractiveness.

    “Uh. Okay. Want to come in?”

    Spock nodded. “Yes.”

    He stepped inside the dorm room and was relieved to see that Jim was the only occupant. He had no right to be jealous if there had been someone else with him, but he had only just considered that was possible.

    “Would you like to have dinner with me?”

    Jim smiled then. Slightly, but it was a smile.

    “Now?”

    Jim was dressed rather casually. Pajama bottoms, Spock thought. And a tank top. On the coffee table next to a sofa was a container of ice cream.

    “Am I interrupting?”

    “Just an evening with myself. I don’t really feel up to going somewhere, but perhaps you’d want to stay to hang out or something?”

    Spock quickly agreed. “Yes. Yes I would.”

    “I can make a pot of coffee.”

    And Spock was in and feeling, perhaps, just a bit more positive.

  • Um…

    So here’s the problem…

    I only have one day left for January and Roommates is not finished.

    It will be in one or two more chapters after that I think, but that means delaying the flashes for February I am going to do for those that won them after suggesting the Christmas story title. So those flashes probably won’t start until the second week of February!

    Sorry!

  • Merry Christmas Eve and Christmas