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Another Brief Update

Unfortunately I just won’t be able to update any of my WIPs on AO3 this week. Ran out of time and energy and I do apologie

Tomorrow I plan to have a tiny sequel to Monday’s flash and then I will add that to AO3 as requested.

The good news (or bad depending on your POV) is that for the rest of May I plan on devoting my time to updating WIPs on A03 instead of posting flashes here. I will have a flash May 10th for Evening’s birthday and if I feel like it one or two might pop otherwise, but I really need to devote some time to those fics waiting to be updated.

I leave Thursday morning and won’t be back until Sunday night.

Thank you so much for your support

Flash Fic, May 01, 2023

Don’t have time for much this week but you can have this today

He didn’t know when it became more than just the best sex of his life, and that was saying a lot, by the way. He’d convinced himself that’s all it was. Jim Kirk didn’t fall in love. That was definitely for suckers.

What did love do anyway but break hearts and ruin lives?

But one day after Spock had left Jim’s bed, Jim continued to lie in bed and stare at the ceiling and wish that Spock would suddenly turn around and come back to stay in bed with him rather than leave Jim to face getting up alone and feeling vaguely cheap.

Stupid, maybe. But there it was.

And later that same week, he watched Spock openly flirt with someone else, yeah he hadn’t known Spock flirted until it became obvious to him that Spock was acting to someone else the way he did with Jim.    

Jim had seen green through his suddenly green-eyed monster self.

After that he started avoiding Spock because he just didn’t want to deal with it. Deal with his obvious unrequited love.

Because yes, Jim did love Spock and only wanted to be with him. Clearly Spock didn’t feel the same.

He even ignored messages from Spock. He was going to have to eventually deal with telling Spock it was over between them but he wanted to avoid it as long as he could.

He was already late to class when he opened his dorm door to find Spock standing there. He was dressed in his instructor’s uniform.

“Oh. Morning.”

“Can we talk?” Spock asked.

“I’m late for—”


Jim stepped back and let Spock inside. “Okay. Well, I hoped to avoid this for a while longer but…” He sighed. “I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

Spock’s face remained blank but he said, “I do not understand.”

Jim nodded. “I know. It’s just…my feelings have changed.”


“I’m wanting something more than casual. I’m sorry if I had known…I thought I was being honest when I said I didn’t want anything serious. I was at the time.  But since I’m emotionally involved now I think it’s best to end things.”

Spock stared at him.

Jim opened his mouth. His heart was pounding. “Look, Spock—”

“I am emotionally involved too.”


“I do not seek a casual relationship with you either. I did not know how to tell you. I feared if I did you would not see me at all.”

Jim blinked, took that in, trying to change his brain and heart from thinking the end to something way more positive.


Spock exhaled. “I apologize for keeping you from your class.”

Jim smiled, walked over to Spock, and kissed him. “I think I’m going to miss it.”     

Flash Fic, April 28, 2023

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“What’s your favorite color?”

Spock barely glanced at his captain as he leaned over the science station to study the screen there. “What?” he asked distractedly.

“Your favorite color.”

Spock straightened and turned his full cool gaze on Kirk. “Did you actually just interrupt my study of this sector to ask me what my favorite color is?”

Undeterred, Kirk nodded. “What are you seeing?” He slipped past Spock, pretty much wedged himself between Spock’s body and the station to look at the screen.   “So, what is it? Some space anomaly?”

“Actually…there is currently nothing out of the ordinary,” Spock was forced to admit.

The captain straightened and gave Spock a very chilly smile. “So I actually didn’t interrupt anything.”


“Favorite color?” Kirk persisted.

“What does it matter? I have no particular preference or any color, Captain. The question is nonsensical.”

“So’s your big nose.”

Spock sighed.

But the captain had moved away and to his seat. Spock glanced Nyota’s way but she had a disapproving look on her face and somehow Spock decided it was directed at him rather than their captain.

“I want a landing party for Denton 4,” Kirk said a while later.

Spock stepped forward to volunteer to lead the party.

“Nope. I’m taking lead.”


“To explore new worlds,” Jim said with a charming smile. “That’s what I signed up for.”

“Very well, but as science officer—”

“Nah, I’m taking Chekov.” Kirk turned to look at Nyota. “You up for it, Lieutenant?”

“Yes, sir,” she answered immediately.

“I’ll round out the party with Scotty and Bones.”


“Yes, Mister Spock?”


When Spock stood beside the biobed staring at the unconscious body of his captain, McCoy came up to him and patted his arm.

“He’s going to be okay, Spock. You can go back to your post.”

He nodded but didn’t move. He didn’t move for a long time.

Until Kirk opened his eyes to stare at him.


Spock blew out a long breath. “Blue.”

The captain frowned. “Huh?”

“My favorite color, Jim. Blue like your eyes.”

Bombay (Bombaby) Conclusion

Here it is folks, the end for now (if there is enough clamoring there will be a second fic)

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Spock’s breath hitched and his arms came around the man, pulling him close. And all at once that connection he’d felt seemed to ignite.

Jim pulled back to look at Spock’s face. “That’s pretty cool? Do you feel that?”

“I do, T’hy’la.”

“That’s a Vulcan word?’

Spock nodded. “Yes. I—”

Jim stepped out of Spock’s arm and he had to fight to keep himself from seizing hold of Jim to draw him back.

“We should talk,” Jim said. “Is that food I smell?”

“I had brought home my dinner and left it in the hallway when I discovered someone had accessed my door.”

To Spock’s surprise, Jim laughed.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry. I did get permission though. If you want to talk to the guy out front.” Jim moved over to the door, opened it, and picked up the to-go bags Spock had left there. “You can go ahead and eat, if you want.’

Spock took the bags from Jim and brought them to the kitchenette. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m always hungry.”

Spock got out two plates as Jim perched on a small stood next to where Spock prepared their food.

“You must have a lot of questions.”

“I do, yes.” Spock’s gaze to meet Jim’s. “The most important one is, are you all right?”

“Yes, thanks to you. I can’t…” And here Jim’s voice cracked. He closed his eyes for a moment and Spock couldn’t stop himself for reaching for Jim’s hand. He was pleased when Jim allowed him to hold it. “I can’t tell you how grateful I am. I spent way too long in cat form.”

“I am gratified that your family was able to assist you.”

“You bringing me to them was definitely the right thing to do, but I’m sorry they hit you. Are you okay?”

“I am satisfactory. I do wish I would have been able to stay.”

“The family unit is very protective of our status,” Jim replied.

“And you are safe? Those that were after—”

“They’ve been taken care of for the moment. My family has some powerful Federation allies. You don’t need to fear them anymore, Spock. They’ve been neutralized.”

Spock didn’t think that sounded very good but he also thought he probably shouldn’t ask too many questions. If Jim said they were no longer a threat, then he believed him.

“I guess at some point my miraculous reemergence as being alive will come out,” Jim was saying. “I don’t know what that will mean for my Starfleet career or really anything. It’s strange not being Human for five years.”

Spock put a plate in front of him. “Eat.”

Jim gave him a smile. “Thank you. For this and for everything. And if it’s not too weird, I really want to get to know you better. A lot better.”

Spock exhaled slowly. “It is not too weird. I would like that as well.”

“Yeah?” Jim squeezed his hand, released it and picked up his fork. “So, uh, what does T’hy’la mean?”

Running Behind

I am SUPER behind on everything (sorry). Life is kicking my butt right now and demanding my attention but I am working on things

In an effort to get Bombay finished this week, I am going to be concentrating on that until it’s done, then I should have part two of yesterday’s flash up Monday.

And then if I have time before my Paso Robles trip I will update Welcome to the Enterprise

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Flash Fic, April 24, 2023

Jim sat alone at a two-seater table in the corner of a canteen restaurant on Space Station 12. He had his PADD with him, but at that moment he was people watching.

Half-listening for the beep from his PADD when he received a new message. He was waiting for one from Spock.

They’d been parted now for nearly four months and it was wearing on him.

Jim hadn’t accepted retirement, but he had accepted that he wouldn’t be captain of a starship anymore. Instead he was acting as the military head of this very space station.

And Spock had taken on the ambassadorial duties of his father when Sarek had been too unwell to complete them. Spock was spending his time between Earth, New Vulcan, and Space Station 12. And it seemed to Jim that his location got the least amount of attention from Spock.

Jim got it. He did. And it wouldn’t be forever.

The blood he’d received from Khan all those years prior had insured he would live a life far more matched to Spock’s and for that he was grateful. But he would very much like to spend that life with Spock more often.

Last time Spock was here, he’d been there only a month before leaving for New Vulcan. Jim had traveled four months ago for a visit with Spock on Earth, for a mere two weeks, and he’d had to return.

He spotted the Human woman the minute she’d entered the canteen. She was dressed all in shiny silver, a mini skirt with a halter top. Her white hair was pulled back in a pony-tail reminiscent of the way Uhura had once worn hers. Dangling from her ears were large silver hoop earrings. Even her makeup was silver, glittery. And she looked his way.

When she reached him, she sat down without invitation.

“Admiral Kirk.”

“Jody. I wasn’t aware you were on the Station.” Which annoyed him. He should be alerted to all who arrived. Some security.

She smirked. “Sorry, sir. I should have let you know I was coming. You’re alone?”

He shrugged. ”Unless you’re sitting on someone very tiny.”

Jody laughed. “You haven’t changed.”

“Did you expect I would?”

“No.” She sighed. “Where is he?”

“In class. He doesn’t get out for another two hours.” Jim sighed and picked up his coffee cup, taking a sip, then grimacing when it was cold. “He’ll be glad to see you.”

“What about you, Jim? Are you glad?”

“That ship sailed, as you know.”

“True. I’m just passing through. I’ll be on my way tomorrow, so you needn’t worry I’ll overstay my welcome.”

“Where are you off to?”

“I’ve taken a job on Caltos 6. Six-months. I wanted to see my son before I went.”

He nodded. “As I said, he’ll be glad to see you.”

“Where’s your husband?”


“You two, always busy.”

Jody, of course, had been Jim’s mistake before he and Spock ever got together. Back on a place just like this. Yorktown. They’d spent a few weeks together pretending to have a romance, Jim supposed. It was only ever sex for him as he loved Spock even back then, but he had liked her.

But then after she left, after it was over, she informed Jim she’d gotten pregnant. Their son, Thomas, stayed with Jim fulltime. Jody didn’t want to be tied down to a child, she’d been clear about that, but she did visit Thomas when she could, and they did have a loving if somewhat distant relationship.

“I’m waiting to hear from him now.”

“He’s coming to the canteen?”

“No. He’s on New Vulcan.”

“Oh.” She nodded. “I’ve got some things to take care of. Can I meet you at Thomas’ school in a couple of hours? Maybe we can have take-out together at your apartment.”

“Sure. Okay.”

She smiled, stood, and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “See you in a bit, Admiral.”

Jody turned around and walked right into a tall, thin Vulcan.

Jim stood up immediately, aware he was grinning like a fool. “Spock!”

Spock arched a brow at Jody and stepped around her to accept Jim’s embrace.

“I was waiting for your message.”

“I decided to surprise you,” Spock said. He looked at Jody. “Clearly this is your day to be surprised.”

“Nice to see you again, Spock,” Jody said. “Don’t worry I am leaving again tomorrow.”

“I was not, in fact, worried.”

“She’s going to eat with the family tonight. She wanted to see Tommy before she’s off on a six-month assignment,” Jim explained.

“She will be welcome.”

Jody laughed. “Doubtful, but I appreciate the sentiment. I will see you soon.”

Jim watched her walk away. He put his hands on Spock’s arms. ”Sorry about that. She did surprise me.”

“It is not your fault. And I am actually glad I will be here for her visit.”

“I don’t think I need protecting from Jody.”

Spock gave him a reproachful look. “I do not think she will attack you, but I wish to be there with my family.”

Jim linked his arm with Spock’s. “And we want you there, too. How long are you here this time?”

“For the foreseeable future, Ashaya.”

And now with Spock beside him, Jim knew he was ready to face anything. Even his son’s mother.


Getting really close to the end here, folks. It’s going to be a “promising ending” rather than a happily-ever-after type but that leaves room for part two, doesn’t it?”

Even though this picture isn’t relevant anymore (see below LOL) I thought he’s too cute not to use one more time

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Spock was left at something of a standstill. Not quite sure what to do since the Kirks took Bombay…Jim…off his hands.

Several days passed where he heard from no one but Spock decided until he did, he would  not return to his apartment, and he remained staying at the embassy until he was able to either learn more information or find out that no one else would be returning looking for Jim.

Spock did attend Nyota’s class on Jim Kirk, but he wasn’t able to learn anything he didn’t already know, and of course he knew more information than Nyota and her class did.

Afterwards, she came to speak to him.

“Spock! It’s wonderful to see you. It feels like it’s been forever.”

“I apologize, I have been…occupied.”

“I wasn’t even sure you were coming to today’s class. You only expressed mild curiosity.”

Spock inclined his head. “I have developed more of an interest in his case as of late.” Though he trusted his friend, Jim being alive in whatever form he was in was not his story to tell.

“Want to have dinner tonight?”

“Can we plan for another day?”

She smiled. “Of course. I’ll be in touch. Don’t be such a stranger.”

Spock could not deny he was likely neglecting his friends, his job at the Academy. He had asked for a leave. Hadn’t even admitted that to Nyota though he supposed she’d soon learn of it.

He was focused solely on Jim. It had become something of an obsession ever since he had touched minds with Jim as a cat. He felt somehow connected to Jim Kirk and that connection had been abruptly taken away.

He might never get it back.

Despite turning down Nyota’s invitation to dinner, Spock was hungry, so he stopped at a vegetarian restaurant near to the Embassy that included several authentic Vulcan dishes.

After obtaining the to-go packages, Spock made his way to his small studio quarters at the Embassy. He blinked at the flashing light at the door. When he’d left it had been solid red, indicating it had been locked. Flashing meant someone had accessed the door.

Alarmed, he set the bags down and cautiously opened the door.

A Human male with sandy-colored hear and startling blue eyes stood up from where he had been sitting on the edge of Spock’s bed.

Spock’s breath caught.

The man smiled. “Spock? I’m Jim Kirk.”

And of course he was. Spock would know that smile, those eyes, anywhere. Even though this was the first time he’d ever seen them on this absurdly handsome face in front of him.

He just stood there like an idiot, Spock imagined, by the door, staring in silent wonder at Jim.

Jim’s smile turned quizzical but no less charming. He walked over to where Spock stood.

“You okay?”


And he was at a loss for words.

Seeming to understand something he himself did not, Jim stepped even closer and threw his arms around Spock in an embrace.

Spock’s breath hitched and his arms came around the man, pulling him close. And all at once that connection he’d felt seemed to ignite.

Jim pulled back to look at Spock’s face. “That’s pretty cool? Do you feel that?”

“I do, T’hy’la.”

Rambling in April

I plan to end Bombay within a few short weeks. Once that’s done it will eventually go up on AO3.

I don’t know yet what I plan on here for May. I’d like to start getting work done on the Vulcan Jim/Vulcan Spock story that came from Granted but I intend to wrote some erotic scenes for that so I don’t think that’s appropriate for here. I still want to write a sequel to DWAHIA too but again, probably not here. Who knows I may never get to all the things I have planned. Sigh.

So as I said, no idea what’s in store on the blog for May and if I will do a continuing story on here like Bombay once it is done.

I’m busy busy in May as I already advised I have 2 trips for May. Oh and May 8th is Evening’s birthday which is a Monday so if she wants a flash for that, please let me know what you’d like to see, Evening. Nothing too complicated PLEASE. LOL

Hard to believe also in May that it’ll be 2 years since Ma passed. Strange how we think about stuff like that. I think we’ll be going to the cemetery that day and then having a special dinner that she used to make for everyone.

Luna was sick this past weekend so that was nerve wracking. She’s doing much better but we were at one point considering a trip to the emergency vet.

Haven’t been for any walks lately so I don’t have any pretty pictures to post so you get a freebie one from this site.

Thanks for listening!

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Flash Fic, April 19, 2023

Here’s your part 2 and now the good news is next Monday’s flash is already written, so it’s a win-win

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Spock hoped everything would be perfect.

He’s set it up so it would be. But sometimes his captain…Jim…was hard to read. He’d taken his cue from the song Jim had been crooning in the shower.

Fortunately, Yorktown had a restaurant that was right near water (the very water canal the Franklin had crashed into when dealing with Balthazar Edison). There was a private table reachable by a footpath. There the table had been set with Earth’s usual romantic cliches,  white tablecloth, candlelight, and roses. Spock was likely overdoing.

Jim showed up right on time dressed in navy slacks and an off-white long sleeved shirt. He looked gorgeous and Spock had to catch his breath.

Jim gazed at the table and the surroundings rather quizzically. “Who is this all for?”

“You, Jim.”

He shook his head. “Spock, I don’t need…are you wooing me?”

“Yes,” Spock said, gravely.

Jim laughed then but it was a good laugh. “Okay. Where do you want me?”

Spock gestured to a chair and when Jim approached, Spock pulled out the chair for Jim, and the pushed it in gently after he was seated. Then Spock sat across from him.

“I never took you for a romantic, Spock.”

“I am not. Or at least I have never viewed myself that way.”

“You weren’t romantic when you were with Uhura?”

Spock poured Jim wine from a decanter. “She would say I was at times. But…I do not wish to discuss was my past relationship with Nyota. My focus is on you.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Jim picked up his glass and took a sip. “Good choice.”

“Just because alcohol does not affect me in the same way it does you, does not mean I do not know anything about it,” Spock replied. “I am also aware of your preferences.”

At that moment a female violinist appeared close enough for them to hear her music but far enough for her to not interfere with their own conversation. The soft strains of Moon River played.

Jim’s eyes widened. “Is that…it is. Spock, all of this.” He gestured wildly with his hands. “It’s not necessary.”

“I feel that it is.”

“But I’m not…” he trailed off and looked away.


Jim nodded, his gaze returning to Spock’s uncertainly.

“You are worth everything.” Spock stretched out his hand between them, offering his hand palm up. Jim placed his hand in Spock’s and he clasped their hands together. “You are worth more than anyone to me. I cherish you.”

Jim stared at him in silence for a moment and then he smiled slowly. “Yeah?”

Spock’s lips curved. “I would not mind some sort of reciprocal statement at this time.”

Jim laughed and it was a joyous sound. “I cherish the hell out of you, too.”

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