After being away for several days, I have a bit of catching up to do.
My plan this week is to get the next chapter of The Wrong Captain done and posted.
And at some point this week I will have more flashes up here.
Another after mission…a continuation from yesterday…
I’ll be out of town for the next few days but will likely continue after mission flashes when I am back next week!
Jim didn’t mind when Spock helped him into the chair directly next to the fireplace in their apartment.
It truly wasn’t that cold of a day but he felt a bit cold and Spock had made sure to get a fire going as soon as they got to the apartment.
Spock was being very gentle and caring with him ever since he was given the approval to allow Jim to finish the rest of his recovery at home.
Sure he was being a little overprotective, but Jim cut him some slack. Spock had been very freaked out over Jim’s injuries.
Just now his assistant, Ensign Morely, was busy tapping frantically at her PADD as she spoke to Jim. She had arrived about ten minutes before.
“The meeting with—:
“Canceled, Admiral.”
He narrowed his eyes. “That meeting is important and I have to be a part of it.”
“Which is why it’s been postponed until you are able to lead it.” She gave him a winning smile.
“On who’s orders?” Jim demanded.
Her gaze slid to a blank-faced Spock.
“I believe that will be all, Ensign,” Spock said. “I will see you out.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll be in touch, Admiral.” She called over her shoulder.
A moment later, Spock returned to Jim’s side.
“You changed the meetings?”
“Of course. You are in no condition to see to normal duties during your recovery from not only your accidental fall but the flu as well.”
“I could do a virtual meeting. Wouldn’t even have to leave home.”
“The meetings are not urgent nature, therefore, it was agreed that they could wait for you to feel better.”
“I feel okay,” Jim grumbled, though it wasn’t entirely true. He did feel a bit weak still and he couldn’t seem to shake the chills. “Could I get some hot chocolate?”
“Of course.” Spock paused, then said, “She admires you.”
“Who?”
“Ensign Morely. She has a crush on you.”
Jim laughed but saw Spock was not joking, so he sighed. “Nah. I could be her dad.”
“Age does not stop people from attraction.”
“Yeah, maybe. But…she’s…maybe a tiny crush because she thinks I’m a big shot but—”
“You are a big shot.”
Jim snorted. “But she is well aware my heart and very soul belong only to you.” He put out his hand for Spock’s. “I love you. I’m going to be fine. Come sit with me when you return with my hot chocolate.”
“I definitely will. And I love you too, ashayam.”
After Mission
And Kris’s birthday flash and she loves H/C so here it is…
Spock entered the hospital room, glanced around, spotted his husband, and quickly approached. There was a severe looking woman hovering over Jim in the hospital bed.
“You can’t be here,” she snapped at Spock. “This is a private room and there are no Starfleet visitors allowed.”
Spock bristled. “I am Admiral Kirk’s husband. I most definitely can be here.”
“Now listen here—”
“Spock, come in. Come here,” Jim said. He smiled faintly. He looked pale and battered and bruised. “I’m fine. This is my nurse, Eloise.”
Spock approached and ignoring the glaring nurse seized hold of Jim’s outstretched hand. “What happened? Are you all right?”
Eloise sniffed. “He fell down a flight of stairs. He’s lucky he didn’t do more damage than he did. You can’t stay long. I’ll be back in a moment.”
Jim watched her leave with some bemusement. “Sorry for the gargoyle. She knew my mom I guess, a long time ago. God knows what Mom told her.”
“Are you all right?” Spock asked again. “When they told me you had been severely injured and in the hospital—”
“Not severely. I felt a little woozy at the meeting. I guess I have a bit of a fever. The flu or something. I fainted.”
“Fainted? Why did they not take you here at once? How did you fall down stairs?”
“I told them I didn’t need the hospital. It was just a little fainting. I’d go home and rest. You know how it is.”
“I definitely do not know how it is,” Spock said with a touch of force in his tone.
Jim laughed softly. “So I left and was going to go home. The stupid lift broke again, so I decided to take the stairs. I took a few steps and went down.”
Spock’s heart thundered rapidly in his side. “You could have died.”
“I have a hard head.”
“You hit your head?”
“And some other things. Yeah. But I’m okay. There were others with me so I got help right away, which helped tremendously. And I guess I gotta stay here for three days. I’m sorry about that.”
“I will stay with you. No matter what the gargoyle says. I will arrange to have a cot brought in so I can stay by your side. And when you do go home I will watch over you until you are cleared.”
“I’m pretty sure when they release me in three days I will be medically cleared.”
“I am speaking of being cleared by me,” Spock advised him. He leaned down to kiss Jim’s forehead. “I will be back. I am going to speak to medical personnel as well as the gargoyle. A bed will be brought in shortly. This is a Starfleet hospital.”
“And you’re going to throw your weight around, aren’t you, babe?”
“When it comes to the care of my mate, there is nothing I will not do,” Spock agreed. “I will return.”
Jim smiled. “Good. Hurry back. I’ll miss you.”
Spock touched his fingers to Jim’s and left to take command of the situation. He was secure in the knowledge he could out gargoyle anyone.
As blue eyes opened and gazed at him with recognition, Spock found himself suddenly breathing much easier. Even more so when those eyes crinkled in the corners, indicating a smile.
“It is delightful to see you awake, Captain.”
“It is delightful to be seen.”
When he felt his hand squeezed, Spock quickly realized he still held Jim’s hand, and though he supposed he should release it, he had no desire to do so.
“Close one, huh?” Jim murmured.
“Indeed. Had Mister Sulu and his team not located you and Doctor McCoy when he did chances are significant you would not have survived.”
“Significant, huh.”
“Ninety point—”
“Yeah, I get it. Bones?”
Spock nodded. “He has recovered and has been closely involved in your care.”
Jim yawned. “Good.”
“You are still exhausted.”
Jim smiled faintly. “Yeah. Listen, Spock…”
“When you are well there is something I wish to discuss with you.”
“Okay. But listen, I sorta promised Bones if I got out of that mess I’d…” Jim paused. Licked his lips.
Spock reached for a most swab that the doctor had placed nearby by and dabbed at Jim’s dry mouth.
The eyes crinkled again. “Thanks.”
“You were saying?”
“It’s just that I…I’ve been struggling with some-some feelings for a long time and I didn’t say anything because, well, obviously you were with someone else, and even after—”
“Oh for pity’s sake” Mccoy exclaimed, suddenly appearing to interrupt them.
“Bones!”
“Hiya, kid. You feeling better?”
“Yeah, just tired. When can I—”
“Don’t even think about that right now.” Then he scanned him. “Things are looking up. I’ll have an orderly bring you something to eat in a bit.”
Jim nodded.
McCoy glanced between them. “All right, I’m going to do you both a huge favor. Spock, Jim is in love with you.”
“Bones!”
“Jim, Spock is in love with you.”
“Doctor—”
He smirked. “My work is done. I’ll be back later to check on you.”
With McCoy gone, Spock turned back to Jim, still holding his hand. He felt rather lightheaded.
“Is it true?”
Jim swallowed. “Uh-huh. You?”
“Very much so.”
“Maybe you should kiss me.”
Spock’s lips curved. “Maybe I will.”
“No funny stuff in the medbay!” McCoy shouted.
Jim laughed. It was a good sound and lightened Spock’s heart.
He kissed Jim anyway.
In case you wondered
Our kitchen walls are up and painted! Attached are some pics. After some delays, including the original drywall guy getting let go, and us having to complain to our insurance carrier, we are finally making progress. We wanted white so there was a slight miscommunication problem but for now we are just to happy to have completed walls and we can paint ourselves at some point well into the future LOL. We pick our cabinets and flooring and a sink later today.
“Commander?”
“Yes, Mister Sulu?”
‘We’ve found them, sir. And we’re ready to transport them back to the ship.”
Spock breathed an inward sigh of relief. “Very good, Lieutenant.”
“But Commander, the captain…”
Spock’s heart froze in his side and he exchanged a quick panicked look with Nyota.
“The captain?” he made himself ask.
“He’s pretty bad, sir. We are going to have him transported directly to the medbay.”
Spock swallowed. “And the doctor?”
“His leg is broken but he’s doing all right. Barking orders.”
“Very well. Keep me posted. Spock out.”
After a few minutes, during which he gripped the arms of the captain chair almost hard enough to cause damage, Nyota walked over to him.
“Spock, go to the medbay.”
“I am on duty and—”
“We have this. I promise. I’ll contact you immediately if we need you. Go check on Jim.”
He blew out a long breath, nodded and stood.
He made it there in record time.
The captain was laid out on a biobed, pale and sweaty looking.
Spock was surprised to see that McCoy was upright rather than in a biobed himself.
“Should you not be a patient also, doctor?”
McCoy, who leaned against Jim’s bed, waved that away. “I’m fine. Nothing a regenerator can’t take care of in a few minutes.”
Since there was no one better to see to Jim’s medical care, Spock nodded, rather than arguing.
“Will he…”
“Of course he will. I’ll have him up and being a pain in the ass to both of us in no time.” He smiled a little. “But you can come closer if you want. Just don’t get in my way.”
“I will not,” Spock promised, as he did indeed come closer and took Jim’s hand.
McCoy glanced at him. ”You should tell him.”
“What?”
The doctor sighed and shook his head. “Idiots.”
“I’ve been thinking.”
A heavy sigh and then, “I’m sure I should be worried.”
Jim chuckled low, though their situation was hardly something to laugh about.
Both of them, he and Bones, were shackled to a stone wall. Bones had a broken leg, Jim had been kicked in the side. Both of their faces were battered and bruised.
They had the Klingons to thank.
“If we get out of this—”
“We will.”
Jim appreciated Bones’ attempt to be optimistic. He really did. He just didn’t think it was warranted this time.
“What were you thinking?” Bones finally asked when Jim fell silent.
“If we get out of here, I should finally tell Spock how I feel.”
“Now I know you really don’t think we’re going to be rescued.” Bones frowned. “Not in time.”
“Well. It’s pretty dire, Bones.”
Jim was fairly certain he had internal injuries from the kicks. He was having trouble breathing and was getting weaker as time passed.
Maybe Bones would be rescued in time. Jim certainly hoped so.
“Things have been dire before, Jim. It doesn’t get any worse than you being dead.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, Bones. I’m just tired.”
“You can close your eyes, Jim. I’ll keep watch over you.”
“Bones, if I don’t wake up—”
“Jim, you will. I promise.”
Jim nodded and closed his eyes.
I did sort of connect these three for Starfleet Academy Week, after all.
Next week is regular mission week.
“I’m a little nervous,” Jim admitted. He was hanging back, which was unlike him. “Do I look all right?”
Spock eyed him up and down. Jim was dressed casually in black slacks and a burgundy shirt.
“You look quite presentable.”
Jim snorted. “Presentable. Gee thanks. Not amazingly perfect?”
“You always look good,” Spock replied, confused by Jim’s slight irritation.
“Never mind. Maybe I should…”
“Jim, it will be fine. Mother is waiting at the restaurant. She is anxious to meet you.”
“Did Uhura meet her?”
Spock hesitated. But he had no reason to lie. “Yes.”
“Great. And did she like her?”
“She did. She appreciated Nyota’s intelligence and warmth.”
Jim actually laughed at that. “Warmth? Are we talking about the same girl?”
Spock gave him a look. “However, she was puzzled by my choice.”
“Puzzled?”
“Mother knew even then that I…preferred males. She had guessed.”
Jim nodded. “Gotcha. Well, just so you know, no mother has ever appreciated my intelligence and warmth.”
Spock arched a brow. “How many mothers have you met? Your own exempted, of course.”
“Well she’d be the one mother who would tout my warmth and intelligence, actually.” Jim grinned. “Yours is the first.”
Spock shook his head and took Jim’s hand in his. “You need not worry. My mother will love you. Just as I do.”
Jim’s breath caught. “You…do?”
“I know have yet to say those words to each other and if you are not ready—”
“Ready? I’m ready for anything, Professor. I love you, too. Let’s go have dinner with your mom.”
“Geez, will you cut that out!”
Spock increased his pace as he made it around the corner and to the hospital bedside of Cadet Kirk
Standing over him with a large needle in his hand was Leonard McCoy.
“Don’t be such a baby!”
Kirk was pale, his blue eyes wide with fright. Across his face were abrasions, as though his face had been scraped across asphalt.
“What are you doing to Cadet Kirk?” Spock demanded.
Kirk’s gaze few to his, startled. But he seemed to instantly calm. “Professor Spock.”
McCoy snorted. “You two aren’t actually fooling anyone least of all me.”
“What-what do you mean?”
“All this Professor that and Cadet that. Do you honestly think you’re keeping your relationship a secret? Gimme a break. And you don’t even have to anyway.”
Kirk—Jim—glanced at Spock, bit his lip.
“How are you?” Spock asked, deciding for the moment to ignore the doctor. “What happened? How serious are your injuries?”
“They’re mostly cuts and bruises,” McCoy answered him. “The idiot decided to break up a fight and they both turned on him. I was about to give him a shot for the pain.”
Spock moved closer. “Perhaps it would have been wise not to interfere.”
Jim winced as the doctor injected the shot into his upper arm. “You think?”
“I assume he must stay overnight?”
“What? Wait, that’s not—”
McCoy glared at Jim. “Oh it’s necessary. And if you don’t keep quiet, I’ll recommend two nights.”
“Bones—”
“Wanna try for three?”
Jim closed his mouth.
“I’ll be back with something good for you to eat,” McCoy said, softening his tone.
When he’d left, Spock moved closer still and grasped Jim’s hand.
“The doctor is not wrong about our secret. I confirmed with the Board and there is nothing against our romantic relationship provided you are in none of my classes.”
Jim smiled. “That is good news.” Then he winced. “But man it hurts. I’m really sorry I won’t be able to make dinner with your mom.”
“She will understand it has to be rescheduled. What matters is your recovery.” He paused. “Who were the two who were fighting?”
“It was…” Jim narrowed his eyes. “Wait. Why do you want to know?”
“Mere curiosity.”
“Uh-huh. And you don’t intend to do something to them?”
Spock tried to look innocent. “Why would I?”
“Because they injured your beloved.” Jim waggled his eyebrows and grinned to indicate he was kidding.
“Yes, they did.” Spock was not.
“Spock—”
“I will stay with you tonight.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I do. But for the moment, I must do something. I will be back shortly.”
“Where are you going? Spock?
Spock would learn from McCoy who hurt Jim and then…speak to them. Logically of course.
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 