is finished. I apologize in advance.
Two updates got done this week on AO3, Transfer Request and The Sight. So that’s better than I thought. I plan on ending The Sight with the next chapter.
I have two of the November Wednesday flashes done now with only two to go and plans for what I want to do with those. I hope to complete those in the not distant future. Once those are done I will be moving on to the Holiday stories.
Up for possible updates next week are The Mysterious One and The Fling. So cross your fingers for those.
Friday is my last song flash for now (they have been popular so I will likely continue them at some point) with Dancing On My Own. Though the song is sad and doesn’t end well, my flash does.
Next month I continue my Kirk and Spock from the Super Flash series. When last we left the boys, Jim was given leave to recover from his injuries. These guys, I am calling them my Fall Guys, will appear every Friday in October, November and December.
For Wednesdays in October, look for October themed flashes. I can’t wait for you to read some of these. I am super excited for the coming months and I am certain you will love it all.
The move is Friday. I’ll have updates for you next week on my new location. And for those keeping track, we are still waiting on that garage door! Sheesh
The Conclusion of our Clueless Vulcan
Spock had barely been in his quarter but a few minutes when someone buzzed for access. Spock couldn’t have said why, but he suspected it was Jim.
“Come.”
“Hi Spock. Got a moment?”
Spock found himself dreading whatever Jim would say. But he could hardly deny his captain. “Yes, of course.”
Jim nodded. He looked uncomfortable and his gaze landed everywhere except on Spock. “Listen, I owe you an apology.”
Of all the things Spock had expected the captain to say, that hadn’t been one of them. He was at a loss to respond or even know if he ought to, so he waited for Jim to continue.
“I’ve been…behaving inappropriately. Giving you mixed signals. And I’m aware of it, but I haven’t been able to reconcile thoughts in my head until now. None of this is your fault, Spock. It’s all on me.”
When he paused for a long time, Spock felt prodded to respond in some way.
“What is?”
Jim shook his head. He’d wrapped his arms around himself in body language Spock recognized as defensive.
“I’ve had these feelings that I struggled with. I’ve found myself interested in you in ways far beyond friendship or camaraderie. And for much of that time, you’d be with Uhura and so I had forced myself to dismiss all of it. When you two broke up, I started to hope…” He shook his head again and turned entirely away from Spock. “I hoped that maybe, there might, someday, be some kind of reciprocation on your end. I convinced myself you’d been flirting with me. Vulcan flirting, but still. And that had me thinking that I’d been right to think there was a chance for us.”
He paused again, seeming to shrink unto himself and Spock reached toward him even as Jim spoke.
“But now I know I was kidding myself and all you’ll ever feel for me is friendship and that camaraderie. And finding that out…well…it hurt for a while.”
Spock blinked. “When did I…?”
“I heard you in the corridor with Uhura one night. I think my mom once told me that if you eavesdrop you’re bound to hear something you wished you hadn’t and she sure was right about that.”
“But…”
“I know I had no right to feel hurt. You didn’t owe me your affections or anything. But I took it badly. I drank myself into a stupor with Bones that night. And after, in order to protect both of us, or I thought so anyway, I pulled back from you even as a friend. That was wrong and I can see it negatively affected not only our working relationship but that of the crew.” Jim inhaled and exhaled. “So, basically, I’m sorry. I’ve made a big effort to get past it all and I think I have, so, from now on—”
“No.”
Jim turned around so fast to stare at Spock he almost lost his balance. His arms had dropped down from being crossed in front of his chest.
“Excuse me?”
“What if I do not desire you to get past it?”
“Huh?”
Spock let out a heavy, frustrated sigh, the likes of which were unheard from him, he knew, and very human, but at the moment he didn’t care. He was not good with words. Not emotional ones anyway. And if he’d needed proof, the fact that he had nearly destroyed what would absolutely matter to him most going forward, with carelessly spoken words he knew not to be true when he said it, should tell him that words were not needed just then.
Instead he took the few steps left to reach Jim and took hold of Jim’s arms, gently in his grasp. Those blue blue eyes widened as Spock leaned in and kissed him.
At first Jim’s lips didn’t move, didn’t accept the kiss Spock gave him and Spock had a momentary regret, fearing he’d gotten this all wrong after all despite Jim’s words.
But then, as Spock was about to pull away, he heard the barest gasp of breath from his captain just as his stiff, unyielding lips softened under his, opened for Spock, and allowed Spock to conquer fully. Jim’s hands fisted in Spock’s uniform shirt as he sagged against him, accepting the intrusion of Spock’s tongue eagerly.
Spock wasn’t sure how long they kissed. It felt like seconds, too short, but might have been years for all that he was aware of anything but Jim.
And there would be things, surely, that they would need to talk about, together, their past, their present, and definitely their future, but for now their lips, their arms wrapped around each other as Spock moved them toward his bed, their very bodies, that was all the conversation they needed now.
As he flung Jim onto the bed, his captain bouncing slightly upon impact, Spock flung himself onto Jim, his lips seeking purchase against Jim’s, his mouth wanting to return to the ultimate purpose of claiming this human as his…forever.
But Jim, predictably, had to have more than mere action. He paused to seek out Spock’s gaze, a question in his eyes.
“Spock, yeah?”
He nodded. “I do not have the words.”
Those sensuous lips, so addicting, curved into the slightest of smiles that somehow seemed more genuine than any smile he had yet given to Spock. There was a light within the blue eyes Spock had not seen.
“I do,” said Jim, softly. “I love you.”
Three standard words that had seemed trite and meaningless before. So many said them without ever meaning it.
Yet Spock felt them all the way to his Katra and beyond. Perhaps he had the words after all.
“And I love you.”
So you aren’t getting or haven’t gotten yet anyway, until now, my usual what’s coming up for the week post. And that’s because…well nothing.
I’m still working on the TOS flash for November 6th and then I have the follow-ups to that and they are getting a little more complicated because of reasons and it’s taking up all of my creative energy right now.
What that means is, even though Transfer Request is next to be updated at AO3, I just don’t know when that’s going to happen.
Besides the November TOS flashes, I will soon have to get back to my Jim/Prime Holiday story and then the 25 days of Christmas for December, so needless to say the stories on AO3 are going to take a small hit. I will try to continue to update at least one a week. But I can’t promise more right now.
But coming up this Wednesday here, is my conclusion to Clueless Spock and then my final song flash, Dancing on My Own. Yes, I am revealing the song. So there’s definitely stuff to look forward to, I think.
Weird week for me too because we are massively packing for the move this weekend. I will be leaving work a bit early Friday as they want us out.
Finally, this Saturday I will be doing the cheesecake. I am so looking forward to it. Got all the ingredients and it should be a nice weekend for it. Very fall like for us.
Unfortunately, tomorrow they are predicting our infamous Santa Ana Winds and 98 degrees. That should be the end of it for a bit, I hope. Crossing my fingers and toes. But that’s also our famous FIRE WEATHER.
When I was a kid, I’ll not forget, there one year where the fires were quite bad in my area all the way through October. The sky was orange it was so filled with smoke. That year my parents were supposed to go to a Halloween Party at the Elks Lodge (my dad was an officer there and bingo caller) but the fire got so close to the Lodge and the famous Hopetown (look it up, quite famous because many old time westerns were filmed there) that they canceled everything. So while yeah we do get warmer weather then we used to, fires have been an issue for me in California my whole life.
Decided my walk with me for the later part of September is going to be a bit different. All but one of these pictures was from yesterday
FYI, a friend’s coming over today so I decided to make the cheesecake next Saturday instead. It will be 20 degrees cooler then anyway so it’s just a better day.
On to the walk. These are the places I see on my walk at work. Since this is my last week at this location, which is rather sad after all these years, I thought I would show you the landscape I’ve seen over these many years as I go for daily walks to get in my steps. The first pictures is from this past Tuesday when it was cloudy and cool. It hasn’t been the rest of the week!
Anyway, that’s it. My last week seeing all this is coming up. Friday, September 27th we will leave this place, early, forever. It’s sad. But life marches on and with it changes we must face.
Today’s Song Flash Fic is brought to you by the song from the musical, Oklahoma, People Will Say We’re in Love. Quite appropriate for Spirk.
Bones looked at Jim and Spock just as he was about to leave the conference room.
“You know it’s behavior like you just did in this meeting that has everyone convinced you two are together.”
Jim sputtered. “What? Together? What?”
Bones shrugged. “That’s what the rumors say. Figured you knew. Well. Anyway, just thought you should know. You coming by later, Jim?”
“Uh. Yeah. See you.”
Jim stood, fists clenched, staring at the door.
Spock cleared his throat. “Captain, I would not pay much attention to what the doctor said. It is likely he exaggerates.”
“Hmm. Maybe. But even I’ve heard some of the whisperings.”
“Captain—”
“No. I really don’t like the crew gossiping about me behind closed doors. Linking our names together. Don’t they have anything better to do?” Jim eyed Spock, who looked more than a little uncomfortable.
“Apparently not.”
Jim narrowed his eyes. “Well. Bones is right. I mean, come on, the way you were looking at me during the meeting. We need to be better about that.”
Spock said nothing.
“Here. I’ve got a list for you.”
“A list?”
“Of things you probably shouldn’t do. At least for a while.”
Spock arched a brow.
“Definitely stop laughing at my jokes.”
“You have me mixed up with someone else, Captain.”
Jim smirked. “You’re too nice to my mom too when you talk to her.”
“I should be rude?”
“But see…now they all think we’re in love.”
Spock pursed his lips.
“Right there. That look. Together with that sigh. The way you look at me. And you really ought to give me back my shirt.”
“I was trying to have it repaired.”
“And my copy Of Mice and Men. I know you already read it. It’s like you’re collecting things that belong to me, Spock.” Jim took a step closer to him. “It’s not like I care or not. If you want to keep the book. It’s just. It’s causing more suspicion.”
Spock tilted his head. “I see. The thing is, Captain, there is a lot of talk about your behavior as well.”
“Mine?”
“A lot of crewmembers think you are worse than me.”
“Bastards,” Jim said with a laugh.
“You did insist the replicators be programmed to include not only more vegetarian options, but specifically authentic Vulcan dishes,” Spock pointed.
“That’s true.”
“And on the planet, Mor 12, it was you who asked me to throw our flower leighs into the Pond of Love.”
Jim’s smile widened.
“Given that, I suspect, you ought to take some of that advice you are giving me to heart yourself.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Indeed. You have been praising my intelligence too much. Repeatedly referring to me as ‘brilliant’”.
“Well, you are. More than anyone I know.”
“And also informing others that I have more of a sense of humor than they know. Even referring to my Vulcan charm.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You’re also always taking hold of my arms when speaking with me or checking on my welfare.”
Jim nodded. “Okay, true also.”
“And it is obvious that I do not mind when you do so.”
Jim put his hands on Spock’s arms. “Like this, you mean?”
“Exactly like that. This is why everyone believes we are in love.”
“I wonder how they’d feel then if they saw this.” Jim pushed into Spock’s personal space and put his lips on Spock’s. The Vulcan’s mouth softened and parted under his, allowing Jim’s tongue to tangle with his.
Spock’s hands came up to wrap around his waist and back, pulling Jim closer still. “They would surely guess the truth, Ashayam.”
“Ah, hell, who cares? Let them say we’re in love. It’s true, anyway.”
“Indeed. Your quarters or mine?”
“Whichever is closer.” Jim grinned and kissed him again. Quite thoroughly.
Went to see It Chapter 2 last night, of course, and it was good, but super long.
We got Subway before and I don’t know, maybe the turkey was bad, because I ended up sicker than a dog in the middle of the night. I didn’t go to work today but didn’t do much of anything but moan and groan.
Plus what I am working on is all at work, so…thus I am falling behind this week.
The flash for November 6th with my TOS guys is a little more complicated than I first thought it would be and I ended up making it into a series-ish thing like the other Wednesday Flashes. But stay tuned for more on that when November comes.
Then I was working on Nine Lives but it’s a bit stalled. I’ll get through it.
This Saturday I plan to finally make that cheesecake I found the recipe for I want to make, so Friday after work I need to go shopping for the stuff.
I will take pictures and let you know how it comes out.
And speaking of here’s one of Luna
Just one more part to go for this series of flashes!
When Spock arrived at the Rec Room, early, he quickly noted that the captain was already there, again not his usual practice, and he was seated at a table for four with McCoy, Scott, and Keenser. They were playing some sort of card game.
Spock approached. “Captain?”
“Oh hi, Spock. Got involved in this game here with the guys. I meant to message you to tell you no chess game after all.” Jim smiled. “Sorry. Another time?”
He could not help it, he felt himself stiffen, even as the other three occupants of the table stared up at him. Spock could not have said why, but he was convinced that Jim had started the game himself with the other three deliberately to get out of the game with Spock.
“Very well, Captain. If you will excuse me.”
And as Spock walked away, he heard McCoy whispering to their captain.
After that, Spock decided there was a reason Jim would not agree to spend time with him, and whatever it was, Jim would tell him when he felt like it. In the meantime, Spock would cease to bother him with invitations to play chess or other time together.
A week went by before, Nyota pulled him aside into the turbolift.
“Spock, what’s going on with you?”
“To what do you refer?”
“You’ve been ignoring the captain for days. Barely speaking to him. Everyone’s noticed.”
Spock frowned slightly, “Has the captain noticed?”
Nyota gave him an incredulous look. “Of course he has. Haven’t you noticed the looks he’s been shooting you? Spock, if this is the way you intend to woo Jim, I’m afraid you’re going to fail.”
“I am not attempting to woo him.”
“Why not?”
“Because he has given no indication that he returns my affections. And in fact…”
“No indication?” She slapped the wall of the turbolift. “I give up. You two are too much for anyone.”
The doors to the turbolift opened and Nyota hurried out, leaving Spock standing there by himself.
