Spock had thought Jim asleep since he had not spoken for many long minutes after their lovemaking. He’d just been deciding how best to extricate himself from Jim, who had snuggled up to Spock’s chest and had a hand lying there, just under Spock’s nipple. He was not altogether sleepy and had decided that he might wish to meditate after the extraordinary circumstances of the evening. Most unexpected and entirely welcome.
But just as he contemplated easing away from Jim, Jim’s fingers stroked along his chest and down to his abdomen, freezing there.
“This feels like a scar,” Jim whispered, curiosity in his voice.
“It is.”
“From a battle?”
Spock shook his head. “Not the sort you refer to.”
Jim lifted his head, looked down at the scar, and then up to Spock. “Looks like a word.”
The old memories threatened for a moment, but Spock pushed them away. “Yes. It was supposed to be. They were interrupted before they could finish it.”
Jim leaned over the scar. “Half…” His gaze flew to Spock’s, eyes wide, the beginnings of emotion welling up to make those blue look like gemstones. “Spock.”
He swallowed. “Yes. They meant to write half-breed. They never got to finish. I was able to get most of the scar removed, but a small part remains. It reminded me for many years that I didn’t fit in with Vulcans or Humans.”
“I…”
“That is no longer the case, T’hy’la. I know exactly where I belong and that is with you.”
Jim kissed him fiercely and Spock forgot about getting up to meditate.
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.
Recently, as in since this all began, the pandemic to end all pandemics (I am using humor here, please don’t think I don’t take it seriously), I decided to watch the Death Wishes. Bruce Willis had done a remake of the movie Charles Bronson did. I could watch both for free on Amazon so I did. Here are my comparisons, which I have been meaning to do for a while.
Now I can take Bruce or leave him. He’s done a couple of movies I just loved. The Sixth Sense, Unbreakable. I don’t mind Die Hard. I like Red (Karl Urban is in that and great too). But lets face it, he’s not always the greatest actor. He’s okay. And I think I’ve heard as a person he can be…challenging.
There will be massive spoilers going forward so be warned should you desire to see them.
I saw Bruce’s version first. His character is named the same as Charles’ is. Paul Kersey. But Bruce’s Kersey is a trauma surgeon in Chicago. He saves lives of gang members and the like all day long, plus good guys too. In the city. He has a very nice suburban life with a beautiful wife and almost graduating high school senior. His slightly less successful brother is played by one of my absolute favorites, Vincent D’onofrio . In the beginning Vincent’s character asks Kersey for money, which he loans him. They go out of their way at first to show that Kersey is not a touch guy with several scenes. Then he goes out to dinner with his wife, daughter, and brother. They have a nice dinner and the daughter talks about where she will go to college. The valet guy overhears where they live while they are talking as he’s getting their car and he hears them say that the next night they won’t be home as they are going out for Paul’s birthday dinner.
Believing they won’t be home, this dude, who is a scumbag criminal, arranges for him and his band of thieves to rob their house. But as it turns out, Paul being a trauma surgeon, is called in to work at the hospital that night and the birthday dinner is to be postponed. The thieves don’t know this, however, and so break in and terrorize Paul’s wife and daughter. When the wife sees they are getting rough with her daughter, she tries to intervene and one of them shoots her. They then beat the teenaged daughter until she is in a coma.
Paul and his brother end up running to where they are taken at the hospital and they are told the wife died but the daughter is in this coma. They never say she is raped, which I am grateful for, since she’s supposed to be a teenager. It’s just implied here that they beat her. (more about the rape when I get to Bronson’s).
Now for much of the rest of the movie, his daughter remains in a coma. Kersey is treating a gang member one day in the hospital and the dude’s gun falls onto the floor. He kicks it under the table to collect it later. He has gone to the police and they are having trouble solving the crime.
Anyhow, one day he sees this couple getting mugged and he ends up using the gun to save them, and thereafter, he makes it his business to find the ones who were responsible to what happened to his wife and daughter.
And he does. He gets every one of the guys responsible. And in pretty brutal ways, not gonna lie.
Now the daughter wakes up toward the end and goes home with Kersey and his brother (who paid Kersey back) and is probably the most likeable character in the movie, and as they are leaving the hospital, Kersey sees the final guy responsible. The daughter doesn’t remember much but this thug thinks she might some day so he decides to go back to Kersey’s house to kill her. But this time Kersey is ready and has her hide and he kills the thug and the cops look the other way because they feel bad they couldn’t solve the case. But they tell him stop killing people and he’s like I got them. I’m done.
Now in some ways I expected Bronson’s movie to be less brutal than Bruce’s. Because movies can do much more now than they did then. But on the other hand I realized this was still Bronson and it was still going to be brutal. It was and a few scenes actually were worse for me.
First, the 70s porn music that played throughout was just horrible. That’s a side note.
In the 1970s one, Kersey is an architect rather than a doctor and they live in New York City not Chicago. Kersey and his wife (a famous actress of the time and I can’t recall who, it wasn’t Bronson’s wife Jill though, who he did do movies with) have been vacationing in Hawaii. When they return, they go out of their way to show that Kersey is a bleeding heart liberal and thinks criminals get a bad rap and are just down on their luck.
The Kerseys have an adult daughter in this one and she is married. In this one, Kersey’s wife and daughter are spending the day together and they are seen at a local high end grocery store that delivers to their high-rise apartment. A group of “freaks” sees them. That is even what they are called on IMDB. None of the freaks are recognizable save for one, and it’s Jeff Goldblum in his very first role. Anyway, these freaks follow Kersey’s wife and daughter back to their apartment building and somehow sneak through a side door even though it’s the kind of building with a doorman.
They ring the bell of the apartment and because they are waiting for groceries to be delivered, the daughter opens the door. The freaks come in and brutally beat both women. They try to rob them but they have very little cash. They then rape the daughter. I had read that she got raped and I was hoping it wasn’t especially graphic but it was graphic enough trust me. There is one thing they do that…I can’t even say. Anyway, it’s mercifully fast and over.
But they leave the women for dead. The daughter manages to call her husband and they are taken to the hospital where the wife dies. The daughter lives but is never the same and just stares into space and is eventually committed to a mental hospital.
Kersey has the son-in-law in this one and he is whiny and annoying. The brother character in the later version is much better.
Anyway similar to the remake, Kersey begins to go after criminals and he ends up killing a lot of them and gets a reputation as a vigilante killer in the city and many people like him because of it.
Unlike the remake, the cops never figure out who the “freaks” were and neither does Kersey. So he never gets those directly responsible for what happened to his wife and daughter.
But I found Bronson’s Kersey to be surprisingly much more sympathetic. When he first starts killing muggers and the like he gets sick and hates himself for it. Feels terrible. Bruce never does. And anyway he just seemed like he had been a nicer guy.
In the end, just like in Bruce’s the cops tell him to stop killing and he says he will. But he then moves to Chicago and starts to look at criminals like he’s not done.
Now, like I said, I thought Bronson was more sympathetic, but I liked how in Bruce’s he went after the guys who actually attacked his wife and daughter rather than random thugs. The son-in-law in Bronson’s was horrible and whiny and the brother in Bruce’s was one of the best parts. I liked how the daughter recovered in Bruce’s and also because she was a teen, they didn’t go the rape route. The music in the 70s version was just awful.
I didn’t come away with hating either movie but I can’t say I loved either movie or even liked them. They weren’t the worst movies I’d ever seen, but they were, like, meh.
The turbolift suddenly lurched and stopped abruptly.
Jim frowned and looked at the controls. “What the hell?”
“Perhaps if you let me look—”
“Yeah, because you know so much more about it,” Jim snapped. His headache had just gotten way worse. He stepped aside and gestured. “Go ahead, Mr. Spock. You’re the expert on everything.”
Spock gave him a look but wisely said nothing as he moved in place to the controls.
It was just the two of them in the lift. And they’d been bickering all day prior to this.
Jim smirked as Spock stepped back. “Can’t fix it?”
“No,” Spock replied, clearly reluctant to admit defeat.
Jim went to the comm. “Kirk to Engineering.”
There was no response. In fact, it was as though the comm didn’t work at all. He hit again.
“Captain, I am certain that pounding on it to oblivion will not make it work.”
He shot Spock a look.
“This sucks.”
“We are in obvious agreement on that.”
Jim mumbled, “Well, at least you agree with me on something.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“I believe you referenced something about agreeing with you.”
“If you heard me, then why say what? Geez.”
“Explain.”
Jim folded his arms across his chest. “Listen, mister, don’t take that superior, commanding, snooty-ass tone with me.”
“Snooty-ass is nonsensical.”
“Oh, yeah? Well so are your ears.”
Spock’s mouth opened and closed.
“Aha! Finally got you to shut up,” Jim said, triumphantly. Okay maybe he was being a bit childish. And definitely surly but…
“That begs the question.”
“Begs what question?”
Spock arched a brow. “How do I get you to finally shut up?”
“Are you…you know what…that’s it.”
Jim launched himself at Spock, pushing the Vulcan against the bulkhead. Spock’s eyes widened just before Jim’s mouth slammed down on his. Spock made a little bit of a squeal noise and then began to return Jim’s kiss.
The turbolift began to operate again, but Jim and Spock paid it no heed, continuing the frantic slide of mouth against mouth.
The doors slid open on their floor.
There was resounding applause.
“About damn time!” Uhura exclaimed.
Jim reluctantly tore his mouth from Spock’s and they both turned to look out at the crowd gathered on the deck. They were still clinging to each other.
“Uh.”
Uhura smirked at them. “Congratulations.”
“Nyota, did you stop the turbolift?” Spock asked.
“No, well, technically it was Scotty.” She laughed. “We were all sick of you two.”
“I feel…manipulated.”
Jim cleared his throat. “What do you say we discuss this in my quarters, Mr. Spock?”
Spock inclined his head. “Yes, Captain. We are, once more, in agreement.”
Finally got my posting date for the T’hy’la Bang story. It’s June 22nd. Yaoichan12’s is June 23rd. So we aren’t first but we aren’t last either. I did manage to write a bit more and I have to have it pretty much done by the end of this month. It will be. I don’t have that much to go.
As you know I finished Cadet Ashayam and my next plan is to finish Nine Lives too. I’m already very much itching to begin fleshing out Vanik’s story, aptly named, The Matchmaker. It will be part of my Starfleet Academy series.
I plan to continue a few threads of flashes for the June flashes, so stay tuned for that.
I must admit there are some really fantastic stories on AO3 right now and it’s a little intimidating. I love it as a reader but as a writer, yeah, I’m a little envious. Ah, well. Such is life I suppose. There is always someone better than each of us at something or other I guess!
I bought myself a desk. Don’t recall if I mentioned this. But I had been at my dining room table for six weeks working from home. I have two monitors. So every single weekend I had to take my equipment down off the dining room table just so we could have a dining room table. My stuff took up a huge amount of it. Six weeks of this.
So I broke down and got a desk for about $220. It’s you know cheap Ikea type furniture, but it works. I’m off the dining room table and by the cat box, ha ha, but it is what it is. I figure I will be here at least another six weeks maybe more, so…desk it was.
We also bought a little bistro set for our patio so we can sit out there this summer and enjoy since we can’t really go anywhere. Things are starting to open up slowly but we figured sprucing up our patio was rather overdue anyway.
This weekend is Memorial Day weekend already. So it’s three days off for me and I’ll stop work at 1 on Friday like I would have if I’d been at the office but now I won’t have to walk home. I have a special flash for that Monday too.
In the fall/winter, these trees were bare, but now they are full and leafy!Nature has more amazing colors than any man can come up with. Even the ornamental plum tree has its leavesLittle yellow flowers. Or Orange? Or a combo?More formerly bare treesMagenta BeautiesNature knows nothing about what’s going on with destructive humans!Purple Majesty
Spock sat before the terminal in the captain’s quarters. In the corner by the closet, Jim was pulling off his command tunic and undershirt, and reaching into the drawer for a T-Shirt.
“Hey, babe?”
And that still took some getting used to. It was not unpleasant. Not at all. But the casual way Jim used an endearment for him was…exhilarating in a way he wouldn’t have imagined.
Curious.
It did not matter whether Jim called him babe, baby, honey, sweetheart, or whatever silly thing he came up with, Spock liked it. And he found that he liked it, craved it even, was completely and utterly illogical.
“Yes, Jim?”
“You think the crew knows about us?”
Spock paused before he answered, choosing instead to watch as Jim struggled into his T-Shirt, admiring the exposed chest and abdomen of his lover.
“Spock?” Now Jim smirked at him, clearly noticing Spock’s admiration.
“You refer to their obvious observation of us earlier in the mess room?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Yes, I suspect that at least some of them have surmised we are together.”
“Does that bother you?”
“Not in the least. Does it you?”
“Nah. I mean they were going to find out eventually. I’m not going to want it to be a secret.” Jim came over to the desk and looked down at what Spock was doing. “Reports?”
“They are past due.”
Jim sighed. “I know. But you shouldn’t have to do them for me. I can do them if you want to move.”
“I don’t mind attending to them, ashayam. Go ahead and have your video conference with your mother. I will work on these.”