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Flash Fic, May 04, 2020

Spock was surprised…shocked even…to find Jim sitting on the ground, in the dirt. His face was streaked with dirt and tear tracks. His legs were bent at the knees, drawn up protectively to his chest. One pant leg was torn at the knee and Spock could see Jim’s knee was bleeding.

“Jim.”

“I scraped my knee.”

“I…see that. Jim…what is it? Why are you just sitting there on the ground?”

“It hurt.”

Spock dropped to his haunches and put his hand on Jim’s face, gently turning that face to look at Spock.

“I am certain that it does. And I am sorry.”

Jim nodded. But he made no move to get up.

“Can you come with me? I will get the doctor to look at your knee. We will get it and you all cleaned up and it won’t hurt anymore.”

“It’s all so much.”

“I know. But if you come with me, all will be well again. I promise.”

Jim stared at his torn knee. “Shouldn’t hurt so much.”

But then he put his hand in Spock’s and Spock stood, drawing Jim to his feet.

Spock took out his communicator. “Two to beam up.”

When they appeared on the transporter, McCoy rushed forward to take hold of Jim, who clearly looked confused.

“What’s wrong with him?” McCoy demanded. “What happened?”

“I do not know.”

“He looks…Jim, can you tell me how old you are?” McCoy asked.

Jim blinked. “Fifteen.”

“Well, that’s just…”

Nyota came forward, smiling at Jim. “Hello, Jim. I’m going to take you to the medbay, okay? Anywhere else hurt besides your knee?”

“No. Um. Well. My head. Where is this? Who are all of you?”

  • okay yes, this one I did on purpose! HA HA

Flash Fic May 01, 2020

A continuation of the Flash on April 6, 2020

Jim, the human boy, was skittish, and Spock supposed he could not blame him, considering what Spock had learned had happened to him. And to the others.

Not that there were a lot of survivors that had been brought to Vulcan. And most that were, were young like Jim.

This human boy jumped at everything, which cause Spock to feel sorry for him. He had obviously been through a lot.

“Come, Jim. It is only a little farther.”

Jim’s steps faltered. “Where?”

“My home. As I said, you can bathe and eat and become warm again.”

Jim shivered though it was not cold. “Not sure I will ever be warm.”

“You will be safe there,” Spock promised.

“Your house?”

“Yes, Jim.”

“And I get to stay there?” he asked shyly.

“Yes.”

Jim took a step forward, then stopped again. “You sure?”

Spock nodded. “My father has a habit of fostering children. There is already an older human female in our household. My mother is human. Do not worry, you will be welcome.”

But still Jim hesitated so Spock reached out his hand in a gesture probably most Vulcans would not do. But Spock was not most.

Jim blinked and put his hand in Spock’s and Spock led him to the house and inside.

Pictures of April 2020

Well, it’s the last day of April 2020. What will May bring? No one really knows at this point. So you get the last scenery pictures for April I took. These are just around my condo complex. WordPress has a new feature where you can make the photos square or rounded so trying out the round.

Farewell April

Any Votes?

I am considering adding Spock Prime to The Carrier to interact with Mirror Jim and perhaps engage in a romance with him. I’d have to ignore Prime’s referenced death in Beyond of course to make this happen. This leaves me with what to do with Mirror Spock’s story arc but I am sure I am smart enough to figure something out even if it becomes a M/M/M with the three of them.

I know Eveningstar already weighed in with a yes.

Anyone else?

Flash Fic, 04/29/2020

Jim used his bare big toe to poke Bones under the table where they sat eating breakfast. Well, if a huge plate of cinnamon rolls counted as breakfast. To Jim, it totally did. Jim still wore his pajama bottoms and a tank top, though Bones was fully dressed.

“Do you know what day it is?” 

Bones scowled over the rim of his coffee. “April 29th.”

“Well, yeah, obviously. And a Saturday, too. Before you add that.”

Bones smirked and popped gooey cinnamon roll bits into his mouth. “These are wicked good. Where’d you get them?”

“Get them?”

“What bakery?”

“They’re home made.”

“There’s no way you made these. You cook with two feet.”

Jim rolled his eyes. “Do not. And no, I didn’t. They were made for my anniversary.” He grinned.

“Anniversary? Of what?”

“The day Pike talked me into enlisting in Starfleet, of course.”

“Oh, of course,” Bones said, sarcastically. “Why didn’t I mark that on the calendar?”

“Why indeed.”

There was a knock on their door. Jim wiped his mouth on a napkin, rose and opened the door.

“Good morning.” Jim leaned in for a quick kiss.

“Good morning,” was the murmured response.

Jim returned to the table.

“Doctor. Are you enjoying the cinnamon rolls I made for Jim?”

Bones choked and stared at Spock with wide eyes. “You made them?”

“Of course Spock did! You didn’t make me anything.”

“Spare me.” Bones sighed. “But okay, yes, Spock, you made fantastic tasting cinnamon rolls.”

“Thank you, doctor. And they are from a vegan recipe.”

“Well, then, doubly impressive.” Bones got up from the table. “I should get to class.”

Jim looked at him quizzically. “It’s Saturday, there’s no class.”

“Still going,” Bones called, as he grabbed a coat and went out the door.

Jim snorted. “Sorry about that.”

“It is fine. In fact, I have the perfect solution for the doctor being uncomfortable.”

“Oh yeah? What?” Jim picked up a cinnamon roll and offered a bite to Spock, who took it.

“Move in with me,” Spock answered, after chewing and swallowing.

“Oh, that is perfect. I say yes.” He kissed Spock again and then made a yummy noise. “Mmm. Frosting.”

Flash Fic, April 27, 2020

Spock found his captain ruminating on the observation deck, where he could usually be found after a problematic mission. Fewer missions were these days, Spock mused. The crew and her officers being far more experienced than their first years. Still, like now, there were times when missions went terribly wrong.

“Hi, Spock.”

He was not surprised Jim knew of his presence even before his footsteps sounded on the floor in approach. Their link was strong, deep, and impenetrable by outside forces now.

“Doctor McCoy advised you insisted on being released.”

“Nothing wrong with me that a few days of sleep won’t cure.”

“Jim, the mission…”

“I know, babe. It’s just…that one was a little rough.”

“Ensign Davers was quite young.”

“Yeah. And will never get older now.” Jim sighed. Turned to look at Spock. “I’m grateful you’re safe.”

“As I am filled with gratitude for your apparent health.” Spock paused. “Come to our quarters. It has been too long since you’ve had anything proper to eat. And you could use a shower.”

“Saying I smell?”

“Certainly not. But your muscles are ill-used. I would like to pamper you. Cleanse you. Take care of you.”

Jim blinked rapidly and Spock knew he was trying to keep the moisture that threatened at bay. He didn’t hesitate any longer. He pulled his husband close, wrapping his arms around Jim and holding him as tightly as he dared.

“Thank you,” Jim whispered. “I love you. So much.”

Spock closed his eyes. “I love you too.”

Flash Fic, 04/24/2020

A Conversation

“Are you angry?”

“No. Not anymore. You?”

“My ire has significantly decreased.”

“Now see how can I stay mad when your Vulcan snootiness is such a turn on.”

“Jim.”

“Well. I can hardly be blamed. You’re the hottest thing on two legs. Not that I’ve had anything on four legs.”

“Jim…”

“Lately. Totally kidding. Oh now I’m getting your best snooty look. You did that on purpose to make me hotter.”

“If your temperature is elevated—”

“Oh it’s elevated buddy. And so is something else.”

“We had better go to the mess room.”

“Huh? For what?”

“Crackers to go with your cheese.”

“Oh. My. God. You just made a joke. Come here and kiss me.”

“You are impossible.”

“Impossible not to love.  Come on. Admit it.”

“I refuse to respond.”

“Afraid of incriminating yourself, huh?”

“Indeed. You spoke of kissing.”

“To make up. From our fight. And we can go beyond kissing too. If we want.”

“We do.”
  

The Favs and The Nots

Favorites of things often change, I think. I’ve written several fics since my beginning etc and what I completely loved then, might not be in my top 5 now.

So I thought it might be fun to list my current 5 favorites of the ones I have written. And I thought it would be even more fun to look back at 5 that now make me cringe a bit (not sure if I can or should explain why)

Favorites (not in any order) and these are only a few

The Finer Things

Potions

The Strange Vulcan

You Were Meant for Me

Didn’t We Almost Have it All?

Fics that make me cringe a bit (also not in any order and I don’t hate them)

The Orion Conference

Aftermath (I will tell you why for this one. I held back on doing something in this story because someone asked me not to, and to me personally, not having done that part, weakened my intent a bit for this story. I think most would disagree with me though)

Say Something

Want

The Sight    

Flash Fic 04/22/2020

“Can we get a dog?”

“No.”

“Ah, come on, Spock,” Jim whined as they walked along the streets heading for their newly acquired apartment. “That dog we just saw was so damn cute.”

“Jim, we’ll be living in a high-rise apartment, a dog needs…”

“I’ll walk him. Like four times a day.” Jim paused. “Or her.”

“And when will you find time for that?” Spock asked wryly.

“I’m semi-retired.”

“Emphasis on the semi. Jim, I will be spending the better part of my days acting as an instructor at the academy and you will be working at HQ. You know there will be demands on your time.”

“I’ll hire a dog walker for those times we can’t walk the dog.”

Spock stopped, turned to Jim, and sighed. “You are very difficult to deal with when you are determined.”

Jim smiled. “You just figured that out after all this time, honey?”

“You do try my patience.”

“That’s why you adore me so.”

Spock’s lips twitched. “I adore you in spite of it.”

“Says you. So? Can we get the dog?”

“I do not know why you ask me when you have already made up your mind.”

“It gives me emotional security. Come on. Let’s go get that dog.”

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