Since we’re wearing masks anyway…I could not resist getting these, which arrived today!
Since we’re wearing masks anyway…I could not resist getting these, which arrived today!
This fic debuted on December 14, 2014 and concluded 08/16/2015 after 14 chapters. It combined AOS and TOS Kirks and Spocks and Jim had been abducted for many days.
I am sorry to be delaying today’s flash fic to Wednesday, February 17th (and the final reader prompt will now be Friday, February 19th).
Life has been kicking me a bit lately. My SO has just been laid off after nine years. At this time during a pandemic when it’s hard to get a job. There’s a package but yeah, it sucks. My mother has fallen twice and her dementia is getting worse. Everything’s a bit delayed as my mind isn’t always on writing at this point. I am working on the flash but I just didn’t think I could get it done in time for Monday, so instead I am going to recommend some reads here for you to read from my past stories.
These are all related to Valentine’s Day
Since Sunday is Valentine’s Day, I thought I’d use that theme for Kris’s prompt (I will be posting this on AO3 for Valentine’s Day)
“hurt/comfort! Jim injured or sick but it’s not apparent at first and Spock is the one who figures it out and cares for Jim.”
Jim huddled around a hot cup of coffee in the corner of the mess hoping no one would bother him. He’d even gotten rid of the extra chair at the table.
Of Course, that did not stop Bones.
Bones pulled a chair from another table and straddled it the wrong way. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Just tired. That last mission kicked my butt. What do you want?”
“The crew voted you to be the one to be dressed as cupid for the Valentine’s Day Dance.” Bones smirked.
“Yeah, that’s a no.”
“Come on, Jim. You were the overwhelming favorite.”
Jim raised his brows. “Over Spock?”
Bones shrugged. “Wasn’t in the running. Anyway, they want you.”
“Not going to happen.”
“No way. I am not going to stand up in front of the crew wearing a red diaper and holding a heart shaped arrow. No. I’m the captain and I deserve at least a little bit of respect.”
“The crew respects you.”
“Right. Sure. That’s why they voted for that.”
“They love you and know you’re a good sport. It’s good for morale.”
Jim shook his head. “Then you do it. I’m not.”
Bones sighed. “Fine. You’re such a spoil sport. What are you going to wear then?”
“Now you’re talking.”
Jim snorted. “I’m not going, doofus.”
Bones frowned. “What? Why? And are you going to drink that coffee or pray over it?”
Jim gave him a look and picked up the cup to take a sip. “Happy?”
“Not remotely. What do you mean you aren’t going?”
“Just what it sounds like, Bones. Spock and I are planning a quiet private night in. With no one to bother us.”
“Oh, I know what that means.”
Jim grinned. “I certainly hope it means that. So no Valentine’s Dance. Not this year. And you, Scotty and Uhura can be in charge of the dance. ”
“So, who do I get to be cupid?”
“I still suggest you.”
“Great. You’re no fun at all.”
Captain to the Bridge
“Duty calls, Doctor.”
Spock turned around to look at Jim. Ever since he’d come onto the bridge that day he’d looked…off. He’d seemed all right during the night when he was sleeping, no more restless than usual, but now as he sat in his captain’s chair he was leaning toward the left and often putting his index and middle fingers to his temple. A sure sign of one of Jim’s migraines.
When he noticed Jim dozing off, he knew it was time for him to intervene. He rose from his station and walked over to where Jim sat.
Jim jumped awake. “Oh. Yeah. What’s up, Mister Spock?”
Spock lowered his voice. “You fell asleep.”
Jim blinked rapidly. “Did I?”
Alarmed by Jim’s very pale color and the sheen of sweat on his skin, Spock asked, “How do you feel?”
“Not really good.”
Spock noted that Jim’s breathing was shallow too.
“We are taking you to the medbay immediately.” Spock looked to Sulu. “Mister Sulu, you have the con. Lieutenant Uhura, please let Doctor McCoy we are on our way.”
Spock managed to get Jim out of his chair and into the turbolift, but once inside he leaned heavily on Spock and his breathing worsened.
“Jim, why didn’t you tell me you were ill?”
Jim shook his head. “Just felt tired,” he rasped.
By the time the turbolift stopped on the floor with the medbay, Jim was too weak to walk on his own, so Spock picked him up and carried him there.
“What the hell?” McCoy demanded as soon as they made it through the medbay doors.
“He is having trouble breathing, fell asleep on the bridge and seems disoriented.”
Spock placed him on the biobed McCoy pointed out. He hovered to the side while the doctor examined Jim.
“Chapel,” McCoy barked. “Bring me the breathing machine.”
McCoy was cutting off Jim’s clothes. He frowned down at the bruise covering Jim’s torso. “Why didn’t you tell me? Damn it, Jim.”
Spock looked over his shoulder and sucked in a breath. “He did not tell me. I did not see this last night.”
“Just a bruise,” Jim wheezed.
“No talking. Chapel!”
She arrived right then and brought with her a breathing machine that they quickly hooked Jim up to.
“What is it?” Spock asked.
“He’s got broken ribs and a pneumothorax. Not to mention a damn head injury.”
Jim looked at them, his eyes unexpectantly wet. “Sorry. I just thought…”
“Don’t talk for now. We’ll get you fixed up,” McCoy said. “Helluva way to make sure you don’t have to dress up as cupid!”
Jim just grimaced.
McCoy rubbed his arm and then turned to Spock. “I’ll be right back. You can stay with him.”
Spock had no intention of going anywhere. He moved closer to Jim and took his hand.
Jim smiled faintly. “It’s gonna be okay, Spock.”
Spock squeezed Jim’s hand. “Yes. It better be.”
Jim woke up feeling rather groggy but much better than he had in days. He was staring at the ceiling of the medbay. He could breathe. And the pain in his head and ribcage was gone too.
Like magic Bones appeared over him and smiling too. “There you are. Back good as new.”
“Yeah? I feel much better. That mean I can leave?”
“Fat chance. You’re in for over night or maybe two overnights. Three if you make me cranky.” But he was petting Jim’s hair as he did so. “Listen, I have to notify your husband in a second you’re awake.”
“Where is he?”
“Bridge.” Bones pulled out his PADD. “But look. I wanted to show you something.”
He brought the PADD closer to Jim and Jim’s mouth dropped open.
Right there on his so-called friend’s PADD was a manip of Jim on the body of a mostly naked cupid holding a bow and arrow.
Bones cackled. “Thinking of showing this at the Dance tonight.”
“You do and I’ll replace you with Boyce.”
Bones took his PADD away. “Fine. You’re such a baby.”
“You didn’t actually get some idiot to dress up like cupid, did you?”
“As a matter of fact I did.”
Jim stared. “Not you.”
“In a pig’s eye.” Bones rolled his eyes. “Keenser.”
And then he walked away leaving that image in Jim’s mind.
Jim had been kind of dozing when Spock arrived at his bedside to see him.
“Hi.” Jim smiled, sleepily. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Spock leaned down to kiss him. “I am relieved you are recovering.”
“Sorry we can’t have our private evening.”
“There will be opportunities when you are out of the medbay. I am going to be certain you are off duty for a few more days.”
“But that puts more of a burden on you,” Jim protested.
“I am more than willing to take it to ensure your health and well-being.” Spock paused, then, looking uncomfortable. “I do have a gift for you.”
Jim brightened. “Yeah?”
“It is…silly.” Spock sighed then. “I saw it when we were on shore leave on New Vulcan visiting my father. I should not have—”
Spock handed him a pink tissue rapped misshapen thing. Jim raised both brows at Spock. He unwrapped it.
It was a stuffed sehlat. Quite furry and accurate really. And to Jim’s surprised amusement it was clutching a red heart that read Be Mine.
Jim giggled. He couldn’t help it. “This is an anatomically correct human heart, isn’t it?”
Spock nodded. “You could have it made to suit your…mate.”
“Are those claw marks on the heart?”
“It is a sehlat after all.”
“It sure is.” Jim grinned. “This is fantastic, Spock. Thank you.”
“I know it seems…trivial at the moment.”
“I couldn’t be happier with it, sweetheart. Really.”
Spock looked doubtful so Jim hugged it to him.
“Anyway, I didn’t get you much,” Jim admitted. “But if you go into my sock drawer there’s a heart-shaped box of chocolates that has your name on it.”
Spock moistened his lips. “Chocolate?”
“I did think we were having a private evening alone.” Jim laughed at himself. “Stupid me.”
“We will still have that night like I said. I will save your gift until.”
Jim smiled faintly and looked at the sehlat again.
“I am yours, by the way.”
“Oh, I am well aware of that, Captain.” Spock touched his fingers to Jim’s. “Rest, T’hy’la. I will be here, watching over you.”
In the cave when Prime told Jim that emotional transference is an
effect of the meld.
Everyone talks about the emotional transference JIM received.
How about the emotional transference PRIME received from Jim?
On Delta Vega
Jim turned away from the old Vulcan who claimed to be Spock, panting heavily. Tears blinded his vision. His heart hurt.
He vaguely heard the old Vulcan say something about “emotional transference”.
“Then you do feel?” Jim asked, not even sure why. He had never fallen into that ridiculous idea that Vulcans had no emotions.
“Yes,” Spock said.
There was something about his voice that had Jim turning. The old man had a hand resting on the wall of the ice cave. His eyes were half-closed, and he looked uncomfortable.
Jim hurried over, taking hold of his thin arms. “Are you all right? What’s wrong?”
He helped the old Vulcan over to sit on a smooth rock that appeared to resemble a chair almost. This place, this planet, was so cold. It seemed particularly cruel to strand Spock here. But then, Jim himself had been stranded here by Spock.
Jim crouched down beside him. “What is it?”
“Emotional transference works both ways I am afraid.”
Jim frowned. “Meaning?”
“I saw things…Jim.” Spock shook his head. “Your young life.”
“Oh.” Jim lowered his gaze and nodded. “Right. I didn’t mean for you to see all that.”
“I am aware, and I apologize. Knowing Jim, I would not have wanted you to experience what you have.”
“Life is life, I guess. We all have to make of it what we can.”
“That is true.” Spock reached out and took Jim’s hands in his, which was a surprise to Jim. He had never been shown kindness like this from a stranger, really, let alone someone claiming to be Spock, who’d angrily and coldly sent him here.
“Where you come from? Did I know my father?”
“He proudly lived to see you become Captain of the Enterprise.”
Jim took this in. “Going back in time, you changed all of our lives.”
“Yes,” Spock agreed. “And in some cases, yours, not for the better, I see.”
Spock still held onto Jim’s hands. Firmly and yet gently. Jim’s gaze rose and he stared into those brown eyes. There was something there…
“Spock, was your-your relationship. Just what was it with the me where you’re from?”
“You received emotional transference, Jim, what do you think?”
Spock squeezed Jim’s hands then and then released them. “Do not think too hard on it for now, Jim. At some point, I believe it will become relevant. Right now there is an outpost some distance away that you and I must head for. We must get you safely back to the Enterprise so that you can become Captain, as you belong.”
Jim helped Spock up and shook his head, smiling slightly. “What did you see? From me? What emotional transference did you get?”
Spock hesitated. “I saw Frank, Tarsus, your mother, Sam, your feelings that you will never measure up to your father, to expectations, that you will never be loved. And all the emotions that surround those memories, those feelings.”
Jim sucked in a breath. “Wow. That kind of sucks. You-you got all that in a few seconds?”
“Our minds are extremely attuned.”
“They are?” Jim asked doubtfully.
“Yes. Come, Jim. There is no time to waste.”
Jim has a brief affair with Hendorff because Spock is so uninterested in him.
Started in July 2014
Today begins the prompt flashes. There are only 5 so they will appear today, the 10th, the 12th, the 15th and the 17th. This one is from LPWriter. ” I’d like a flash fic about Spirk becoming adoptive parents. The conflict arises when Spock wants to adopt the child, but Kirk is concerned it will be interfere with their jobs as commanding officer. Will Spock convince him?”
This is my stab at it!
The conversation with his father stays with Spock for a long time. So much so that he spends even more time in meditation than usual, loses his concentration on the bridge, and gets out of plans he’d had with other crew members, in particular Jim.
He knows that Jim has noticed. Jim eyes Spock fervently. And in time, Spock will need to talk to Jim about it. About everything. But he is not yet ready.
Jim stops asking to spend time with Spock, then, and Spock knows this is not a good thing. They have been in a relationship for the past nine months. They are nearing the end of the five-year mission. He knows Jim is considering going out for another five years and if he does, Spock is uncertain how that will work. But he wants it to.
He has been thinking about this for two straight weeks, even Nyota has been giving him strange looks, and he is aware the crew knows he is to blame for Jim’s quiet, pensive mood.
So he goes to his captain’s quarters, prepared to explain everything.
Spock realizes he has left all of this too long. Jim’s gaze is rather cold, which is unlike him since they got together. In fact, the coldness there reminds Spock of the glacial blue directed his way on the day they met.
“What’s on your mind, Commander?” Jim asks. Spock recognizes the defensive move. Jim’s body language is highly defensive too. He’s wearing his pajamas, pants and a T-shirt, but while he usually does nothing to alter his appearance when Spock is there, this time he pulls on a regulation robe. He’s got his arms crossed in front of his chest, too.
“I would like to discuss our personal relationship and the consequences related to it.”
Jim purses his lips, but nods.
“May we sit?” Spock gestures to the small sofa in the sitting room of Jim’s quarters.
Jim walks over to sit down without comment. Spock joins him there.
“I would like to take the next step between us,” Spock says simply. “If you are amenable, I believe by regulation 213a we are required to file papers with the admiralty. I believe—
“Wait. What?” Jim’s mouth is hanging open and his eyes are wide.
“A bonding ceremony at the soonest opportunity on New Vulcan is wise, but I believe that you as well as our crew and friends would also prefer to experience a Terran traditional marriage ceremony.”
“Spock, Spock. Slow down.” Jim exhaled. “Is this…are you proposing?”
Spock nods. “Yes. We are, at this point, fully committed to the long-term, are we not?”
“Uh. I thought so.” Jim traces his lips with his tongue. “But…Spock, you, uh, you’ve been kind of distant and I thought, maybe, you were having second thoughts.”
“I am sorry for giving you that impression or causing you to doubt the sincerity of my feelings, Jim. Discussing this was something I should have already done, but recently, after a conversation with my father, it became more important.”
Jim seems to take this in. “What does Sarek have to do with this?”
And this is where it gets tricky.
“There is a…small Vulcan boy. My cousin’s son. He is half Vulcan and half Betazed. His parents were killed in the recent freighter ship crash on Loewen 12. He is but four years old and an orphan. No one wishes to take charge of him. My father would do so but he is troubled by some recent indications of declining health and would not like to put the child in a position of losing another parental figure.”
Jim’s eyes were so wide now that with his suddenly very pale skin, Spock is alarmed.
He continues anyway.
“The suggestion was made that you and I could foster the child with the ultimate goal formal adoption,” Spock says carefully. “However, the terms would require that we were a bonded pair to give some sense of stability. I know that it likely seems as though I am bringing up bonding and marriage solely so that we make take charge of this child, but…”
Jim lowered his gaze. “But?”
“That is not the case. My love for you is unparalleled. There is no one I would rather spend my lifetime with and as I said I know I should have brought this up before, but I did feel as though there was no rush, but now—”
“Spock, you know I love you.”
Jim shakes his head. “There is no but. I’m willing to bond with and marry you. That’s never been an issue with me. Whenever you want to, I’m on board with that. I’ve never loved anyone. Not really. You’re it. That isn’t going to change if we wait another five years.”
And Spock is gladdened by this. He is.
“Then the issue is the adopting of the child?”
Jim laughs. It is a welcome sound even if it does sound a tad hysterical. “We’re on a starship, Spock. A child under those circumstances?”
“Our five-year mission is close to an end. I believe my father would care for him until we can take over his care.”
“So, then, what, we retire to raise a kid?”
Spock purses his lips this time. He tries not to show that he is disappointed in Jim’s response. He isn’t even sure why as he was certain Jim would not immediately agree.
“I…” Spock sighs. He cannot help it. He rises from the sofa and walks over to Jim’s terminal. Jim is watching his every move. He finds what he is looking for. “Come.”
Jim does. He rounds his desk and looks down at the holo portrait of the four-year-old boy. Spock hears the sharp intake of Jim’s breath. Sees the softening in Jim’s eyes as he focuses on the little pointed ears.
“Spock,” Jim whispers.
He pulls Jim down to sit on his lap, showing him all the information on the boy that Sarek has sent. They go over everything together and by the end, Jim has tears in his eyes.
Jim takes a deep breath, then nods. “All right. Somehow…we’ll figure this out.”
Spock closes his eyes in relief and in the great magnitude of his love for this incredible human.
“Yes,” Jim agrees. “Always.”
It wasn’t until lunch the next day that Spock, together with Jim, joined their friends at the Academy’s Universal Cafeteria. It was well-known to serve food known to every Federation planet. Spock often chose Vulcan dishes, though on that particular day he chose vegan potato leek soup. Jim chose the same thing.
At the table, already seated, were Nyota and Jim’s friend, Leonard McCoy, who had been lately making himself more at home with their group.
“Where were you two all day yesterday?” McCoy asked.
Jim grinned. “Oh. Well. Spock and I were getting to know each other a little better.”
“Haven’t you guys been roommates for months, why would you…” McCoy suddenly turned red as Jim laughed. “Never mind.”
Nyota was covering her own laugh with her hand.
“Sorry, Bones. But yeah, we, uh, spent the day together.”
“I see.” He huffed. “Does that mean I have to do the shovel talk?”
Spock took a sip of his soup. “Allow me.” He turned to McCoy. “Should you ever interfere with my relationship with Jim, your family and friends will never find a trace of you.”
“What the hell!”
“Spock.” Jim was now squealing with laughter. Nyota was joining him.
“I am,” Spock said slowly, coldly, “of course…jesting.”
“Oh, of course.” McCoy leaned back in his seat, arms across his chest. “Now listen here you green blooded—”
“All right, enough,” Jim interrupted. “No insulting my boyfriend. It’s not cool.”
“Jim is correct. It is not wise to throw insults at me. I should warn you that I have contacts with several nefarious organizations that can see to it that you are never heard from again.”
“Spock.” Jim smiled and shook his head. He briefly touched his fingers to Spock’s. “Bones is going to think you’re serious.”
“Hmm. I can see how things are going to go around here now. Luckily I have a class.”
Nyota pushed back. She picked up her frappe. Spock was starting to think that was all she ever had. “Me too. See you two lovebirds later.”
And then she chased after McCoy, as they left the cafeteria together.
Jim smiled faintly. “Nefarious organizations, huh?”
“Indeed. At least five.”
Jim reached his spoon over to Spock’s soup and stole a mouthful.
“You have your own.”
“It doesn’t taste as good.”
Spock nearly rolled his eyes. “It is the same.”
“Maybe.” Jim rested his chin on his hand. “What do you say we go home?”
“I have a class in an hour and you have two,” Spock reminded him.
Jim sighed. “Yeah. What do you say we go home anyway?”
Spock’s lips twitched. “To get to know each other better?”
Spock pushed away from the table. “I say again, terrible influence. We really must attend our classes tomorrow.”
“It’s a Saturday.” Jim grinned as he hurried to keep pace with Spock’s long strides.
“Monday then. Yes, let’s go home.”