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  • Flash Fic, December 17, 2024

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    “So, this is ‘the forge’, huh?” Jim asked as they wandered around an ancient area of Vulcan that Spock had brought him to the morning after their arrival. Not that anything on Vulcan wasn’t ancient. Everything seemed to be thousands if not millions of years.

    Spock had briefly explained on the way to Vulcan that Vulcan children were generally informally bonded. Sort of an engagement bond, though most often Vulcans referred to their betrothal as spouses.

    Spock was supposed to have been bonded but the other family changed their mind before the official ceremony.

    Anyway, apparently, according to what Spock told him, somewhat shyly and with obvious embarrassment, Vulcans came to this area to officially mate at the appointed time. It was all more than a little strange in Jim’s opinion, which of course he kept to himself. He didn’t want to offend Spock or any of the other Vulcans, especially Sarek.

    “It is.” Spock looked uncomfortable, and not because of the excessive heat, which certainly was making Jim uncomfortable.

    “What’s wrong?” Jim wondered.

    “It merely occurred to me that my showing you this might give you the wrong impression.”

    Jim smiled faintly. “And what would that be?”

    “That I intended to pressure you into something you are not prepared for. May never be ready for.”

    Jim didn’t respond immediately, instead he walked around the area with stone arches and a rather enormous gong. “What’s this for?”

    “The Vulcan male strikes it to begin the ceremony.”

    “Ah.” Jim touched it. “All the elders don’t watch, do they?”

    “Certainly not. Once the bond itself has been established, the elders depart, and the couple continue the rest of what is required.”

    “Mm. Required,” he murmured.

    “You did ask to see this area,” Spock said somewhat stiffly.

    “I wanted to, yes. I’m just…taking it all in. Based on what you’ve said or maybe what you’ve not said, I’m guessing you are intending to establish that you don’t want to pressure me into a bond with you.”

    Spock hesitated but then nodded. “I am aware that it is not something entirely acceptable to others outside of Vulcan.”

    “Did your mom bond with your dad?”

    “She did.”

    “And she doesn’t seem worse for wear.”

    “I would urge you not to treat the matter lightly, Jim.”

    Jim snorted. “Well, as of this moment, you haven’t even asked me, so I’m not sure how I am supposed to take it seriously, Spock. I’m not a delicate flower, I can assure you of that. And there aren’t any misunderstandings between us and I don’t feel pressured to do anything since you haven’t asked.”

    “Jim—”

    “This is cool, well hot really, but can we go back to you parents house? It’s really hot out here and I think I’m getting burned.”

    Spock looked instantly contrite. “I am sorry. I didn’t even think.”

    He smiled and touched Spock’s arm. “It’s fine, all right? But let’s go back. I’m also kind of hungry.”

    Spock nodded. “You have not yet had breakfast. I have appropriate Human food to your liking programmed in the replicators.”

    They turned from the ceremonial forge and began to make their way back toward Sarek’s and Amanda’s house.

  • So…

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    I’ve been slacking a bit on the holiday posts this year.
    Life is overwhelming me a bit right now.

    But I will be continuing ChessMaster and TooSexy soon as well as posting the second part of the 10-year breakup. Also Jim’s Christmas Wish will be finished by the end of the year.

    If we are lucky I’ll get another holiday flash or two up before the end of the year too.

    Unfortunately I was busy all this past weekend and didn’t get any writing done.

    I still have that second Advent story to appear whenever the powers that be release it.

    Next year…I need to conclude a few things and I’ll be doing a Spirky version of Ladyhawke.

  • Flash Fic December 13, 2024

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    It was rare they got shore leave on Earth and even rarer during the holiday season. In Jim’s now fifteenth year in Starfleet, actually, this was Jim’s first time.

    Ten years as commanding officer of the Enterprise and they’d never been close enough to Earth to make it happen.

    And another five years in charge of a space station.

    The gift of being back home was unexpected but definitely welcome.

    He didn’t know if the snow was as welcome. He’d never liked snow as a kid and he hadn’t really changed his mind as an adult.

    But he’d promised his mother he would spend Christmas with her in Riverside, so here he was arriving on his shuttle in the snow.

    He rose from his seat, turned to his husband with an amused smile. “Come on. You look cute in your Hanukkah sweater.”

    Spock gave him a look. “I look ridiculous. There is a reason they are called ugly.”

    Jim laughed. “I know, but Mom sent them to us, so we have to wear them. At least for today.”

    His own sweater had dozens of garish Christmas lights.

    She waited for them when they got off the shuttle and immediately embraced them.

    “My boys are here,” she cried happily.

    “Hardly boys now, Mom. We’re both in our forties.”

    “And I’m in my sixties, which makes you boys.” She stood back to admire them. “You two look so handsome. I’m so excited. This is going to be great.”

    Jim laughed and hugged her again. “Yeah it will. Let’s go home.”

  • Flash Fic, December 12, 2024

    Cool fact, today would have been my father’s 102 birthday!

    This is Part One…. (warning for strong language)

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    Ten years earlier…

    “Don’t walk away from me in the middle of this!” Jim shouted. He was furious. He couldn’t remember when he was this angry.

    Spock took a step back and shook his head. “I require meditation.”

    “Meditation? Are you fucking kidding me? Right now?”

    His eyes were impossibly dark. “I require meditation at this exact moment so that I do not give into the desire to strangle you.”

    Jim gasped. “Are we really fucking back to that? Just try it, mister, and I’ll have you court martialed before you can say Kobayashi Maru!”

    Bones stepped in and put his hand on Jim’s arm. “Jim, take a deep breath. Calm down.”

    Jim felt enraged. “I don’t want to fucking calm down, Bones. I’m done.”

    “Jim—”

    “Nope. Fuck you, Spock. You can go straight to hell.”

    And with that he stormed off and away.

    Ten years later…

    “It was great having dinner with you, Captain. I mean admiral,” Sulu quickly corrected himself. He glanced at his husband and now young adult daughter, Demora. “We all enjoyed it.”

    Jim smiled. “Jim will do. It was great for me too. I can’t believe you’re entering the Academy, Demora.”

    She blushed a little. “Yes, sir. I hope to be a pilot like Dad.”

    Jim winked. “You have lofty aspirations but I have no doubt you’ll succeed.”

    They stepped outside of the restaurant and on to the San Francisco street. It was a little cool so Jim pulled his coat around him.

    “You want us to give you a lift to your apartment?” Sulu asked.  

    “No, that’s all right. I don’t mind the walk and it’s not that far.”

    Sulu hesitated but then nodded. “You ever hear from Spock, sir?”

    “Spock? No. We don’t keep in touch.”

    “I just thought…never mind. I guess he’s probably on New Vulcan.”

    “Maybe so.”

    Ben spoke up then. “If you aren’t doing anything for Christmas, Jim, we’d love to have you over to our place. I make a great turkey.”

    Jim shook his head. “Actually, I’m meeting Bones in Aspen, Colorado. I leave in a couple of days.”

    “Oh.” Sulu’s expression brightened. “That’s good. Give Leonard our best.”

    “I will.”

    He gave Demora a quick hug, and then her parents too. “Merry Christmas.”

    Then despite their offer again of a ride, Jim continued on his way.

  • Flash Fic, December 10, 2024

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    “This is just great. Stuck in our quarters for a week while I miss all the holiday festivities.”

    Spock leaned over on their bed to tuck blankets around his husband.

    “It is indeed, unfortunate.”

    “That’s the understatement of the year,” Jim grumbled, glaring at him. “Why are you in here anyway? Don’t you have a ship to command?”

    “At present, Captain, Commander Scott is on the bridge. And I am here because my husband in ill in bed.”

    “Mm. But you aren’t sick. You could be out enjoying the rum punch.” Jim sighed. “Well, not that, but you know what I mean. Mistletoe and holly. Forget the mistletoe too.”

    “How could I possibly enjoy the festivities without you by my side?”

    “Well.” Jim sort of shrugged, but he looked pleased with Spock’s statement, nonetheless. “Stupid creature with a stinger.”

    Because yes, Jim’s current “illness” was caused by an attack by an alien creature on the last planet they visited. He had been poisoned and while Doctor McCoy had developed an antidote, Jim was still weak, nauseous and sometimes feverish. And quite grumpy. Especially after Leonard had advised he was to stay in bed and off duty for a week.’

    “No, seriously, Spock. You should go to the parties and leave me to suffer here alone.”

    Spock almost rolled his eyes. He only just stopped himself.

    “I will not, so you are illogically wasting your breath. It is time for you to have the tea that the doctor prescribed for you.”

    Jim made a face. “It tastes like licorice.”

    “It is supposed to help with the nausea.”

    “Pish. It makes me want to barf.”

    “Jim—”

    “Fine.”

    Spock rose from the bed and went to get Jim’s tea. When he returned he handed the steaming cup to Jim, who immediately sniffed and frowned.

    “This smells different.”

    “Taste it.”

    Jim took a tentative sip. “It tastes like vanilla and caramel.”

    Spock nodded, pleased. “I was able to have the replicator reprogram the taste from licorice to something more to your liking.”

    Jim’s eyes widened and he took another sip. “Wow. This is good. Really good. It reminds me of a drink my mom made us for Christmas when we were kids.”

    “Yes. She described it for me when I contacted her.”

    Jim’s eyes unexpectedly watered.

    Spock could not help but express his confusion. “I thought you would be pleased.”

    Jim sniffed. “I am. It’s just so sweet.” Tears rolled down his cheeks.

    “The tea is too sweet?”

    “No, no. The gesture. Sorry, babe. This thing is making me really emotional.”

    Spock exhaled. “Clearly. When you sleep, I will meditate.”

    Jim smiled through his tears. “Thank you. I love the tea.”

    “You are welcome, Jim.”

  • If You’re in the Mood

    For some Christmas Carol type stories, may I recommend…

    Eb, which is not Spirk related, but is my take on this timeless classic

    https://archiveofourown.org/works/12885231

    Or for my Spirk version (which is super angsty but has a happy ending)

    A Spirky Christmas Carol

    https://archiveofourown.org/works/2707625/chapters/6059594

    I hope to have a new flash up tomorrow and I’ll be working on the next chapter of Jim’s Christmas Wish, too

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  • If You Don’t Already Know

    Good Cheer one of my two Advent entries at AO3 went live today! Hope you liked it.

    https://archiveofourown.org/works/60651232

  • Flash Fic, December 04, 2024

    We return to the ChessMaster and Too Sexy today.

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    “Well, looks like I’m basically settled into your apartment now, Spock. I didn’t have a lot. Just some clothes and a few personal things. All the furniture in the dorm was Starfleet’s.”

    “It certainly makes the transition easier,” Spock replied. “Doctor McCoy has supplied me with enough EpiPens to place in strategic locations throughout the apartment to ensure you safety should you experience another allergic reaction to something.”

    Jim snorted. “He overreacts. I doubt I’ll run across, uh, Frieresty Weed anytime soon.”

    Spock shrugged slightly. “Since you are likely to accompany me to Vulcan later in this month, it is actually possible you will encounter it again. I am considering having Mother prearrange replicators there to make sure you are only given food that is known to already be acceptable to you.”

    “A onetime allergy, Spock, hardly seems to warrant all this.”

    “There may be other unknown allergens, Jim. You were unaware of Fieresty Weed before it affected you.”

    “Yeah, okay. I can’t argue with that.”

    Spock’s lips twitched. “It is good to know there is something you cannot.”

    Jim tossed a throw pillow at him and then yawned. “God, I didn’t realize how tired I am. It’s been a lot these last few days.”

    “Indeed,” Spock agreed. “Your hospitalization, going to Riverside, and now the move. I suggest you take a long hot shower and then dress in your pajamas. There is no need to go anywhere. I will order you some food when you are ready.”

    Jim smiled. “That sounds great. Pizza maybe?”

    Spock nodded. “Whatever you wish. I would like to spend the evening pampering you.”

    “I would certainly like to spend the evening being pampered.” He laughed. “Happy Holidays to me.”

    “And speaking of which, though we do not generally celebrate Earth holidays in my family, I am not opposed to you adorning the apartment with illogical and frivolous decorations.”

    Jim hugged Spock, chuckling as he did so. “That’s me all over. Illogical and frivolous.”

    “Jim—”

    “I’m teasing, Spock. Let me go get that shower and then I’m all yours.”

    “Mine,” Spock repeated softly. “I like the sound of that.”

    Jim kissed him. “Me, too.”

  • Flash Fic, December 03, 2024 (Christmas Flash)

    Simply a Christmas flash, OMS.

    Jim got up far slower than he once did after his husband’s Pon Farr was over, but that should be expected he supposed. He was in his mid-fifties now. Still he’d been a part of several Pon Farrs and he knew what to do.

    Spock was out so deep it was like he was unconscious, but he knew all about that too. He didn’t worry he’d wake Spock getting out of bed.

    He made his way to the bathroom and injected himself with the usual after meds he’d been getting for years now. They worked and he usually managed to feel fairly energetic after an hour or two after rising. He wasn’t ready for any intimacies yet, but then Spock wouldn’t be either.

    He got in a nice hot shower, letting it not only cleanse his body of the excess sexual fluids, but also loosen up his bruised and swollen muscles.

    By the time he got downstairs to the farmhouse’s kitchen, he was feeling much better. He made himself coffee, started getting things ready for breakfast, and set the computer to play holiday tunes.

    He picked up his PADD.

    Merry Christmas Eve, Bones.

    A few minutes later as he stuck a vegan frittata in the oven, he picked his PADD up again.

    Over then?

    Yes. Last night.

    Merry Christmas yourself. How’s the goblin?

    Jim smiled.

    Still out like a light. I’m making breakfast.

    This one seemed shorter than last time.

    Well. We were seven years younger. Spock says his dad doesn’t even have them anymore.

    More information than I needed to know.

    Jim laughed out loud.

    I’ll let you get back to your family. GRANDPA.

    Shut up. Merry Christmas, Egghead.

    Jim turned around to make himself some bacon to go with the frittata. And by the time he had everything ready he felt a stirring in his mind.

    He was not surprised when Spock suddenly appeared. He looked a bit frazzled, wearing pajamas and a bathrobe.

    “Jim?”

    “Hey baby. How do you feel?”

    “Exhausted. How do you feel?’

    “Same. But breakfast is ready. Christmas lights on the tree are lit. We don’t have to go anywhere. Seems like a perfect morning.”

    Spock drew him into his arms. “Thank you for always taking care of me.”

    “Right back at you. Come on. Let’s eat.”