Fun fact: He was 29 when the first movie came out
Fun Fact: He was 33 when into Darkness came out
Fun Fact: He was 36 when Beyond came out
Now he is the ripe old age of 43 (not so old) Time marches on for all of us
Two more parts after this and we will call this done (August 28 and 30)
Jim woke with a heavy Vulcan arm wrapped tightly around him as though keeping Jim save from would-be captain-nappers. It was cute if mildly causing him some claustrophobia issues.
Though Jim still lay in bed, he suspected once he rose, he’d have a spring in his step. Yeah, okay maybe it was not the time for cliches, but yes, he was happy.
Just then Spock’s lid lifted and he was suddenly staring right at Jim.
Jim smiled. “Morning.”
“Is it already?”
“Yep. We wore each other out. I don’t think anyone is coming in here.”
The brows furrowed between Spock’s eyes.
Jim’s smile widened. “No one is going to steal me.”
After a moment the confusion cleared and Spock relaxed his arm and then lifted it off Jim.
“Are you certain?” Spock asked with a raised row. “Ensign Martin wished to do so.”
“She never stood a chance.”
“No?” Spock looked uncertain and hopeful all at once.
“I don’t really know how you didn’t know.”
“Know what?”
Jim half-smiled. “That I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”
Spock leaned in to kiss him, eyes shining. “I know now. And you know it is the same for me.”
“Mmm hmm. Breakfast?”
“Later.”
And once more Jim found himself learning just how much Spock wanted and loved him.
Jim pulled back from Spock, shining.
“Then I can assume I had not miscalculated.”
Jim shrugged. “Well my granny had a saying about assuming—”
“Jim.”
He laughed breathlessly and found himself feeling a little manic with joy. He put his hands on Spock’s forearms.
“We’re in a way too public place. Why don’t we find a more clandestine place to be?”
“Clandestine,” Spock repeated.
“It’s a great word.” He felt almost drunk, though he’d had nothing at all to drink.
“I’d prefer privacy, yes,” Spock said, rather primly.
Jim grabbed Spock’s hand and led him away from the bridge and the water feature. He couldn’t help but think it was pretty lucky their apartment building wasn’t all that far away.
They reached the building in no time and only had to ride the glass lift that was situated on the outside of building to allow for spectacular views of the station with two or three others. Jim made sure to stand close to Spock so no one could stick themselves between them where they’d clearly not be wanted. Spock stared straight ahead.
Unfortunately, one of the riders recognized Jim and decided to strike up a conversation.
“Captain Kirk, it’s nice to see you, sir.” At Jim’s blank look the female officer straightened. “I work for Commodore Paris.”
“Oh.” Jim nodded and smiled politely. “Ensign Martin.”
Her countenance brightened. “Yes that’s right. Elaine Martin. Perhaps you’d like to join me for drinks in the lobby in about an hour?” There was hope in her voice.
Jim glanced briefly at Spock who was clearly pretending not to pay any attention.
“Unfortunately, I won’t be able to. Commander Spock and I have a very important meeting to attend that’s going to take up the rest of the evening.” The lift door opened. “And this is our floor. Have a nice night.”
And Jim dragged Spock out with them as the door closed in Ensign Martin’s disappointed face.
Spock arched a brow. “You are popular as ever.”
Jim merely snorted in response, stopped at his apartment door, scanned for entry, and barely kicked the door closed before he jumped on Spock and started kissing him.
As you have probably heard we are under a “tropical storm watch” here. I’m pretty sure it’s much ado about nothing. There is about an 80% chance of rain tomorrow though which for August here is unheard of. We shall see.
There’s a flash coming Monday to continue our Post Beyond story. I’m just going to keep going through August for it so expect a few more parts until the end of August and then it will go up on A03.
I also finished Cosmic Love and hope to get the final part up shortly.
I’m off on another adventure to Temecula tomorrow for the next three days so I won’t be around much. I have to go to the stupid airport tonight too for picking up someone arriving at nearly midnight. Just ugh
Anyway that’s the news!
“How did you find me?”
Spock was somewhat hesitant to answer Jim’s question.
He’d come across Jim that night standing alone by a water function near one of the bridge’s on Yorktown. He’d appeared pensive.
Spock didn’t want to lie. Or even attempt to avoid lying by deflecting the question.
“I have been monitoring your life signs.”
Jim turned away from leaning over the railing to eye Spock. “You have? Since when?”
“The night you were mugged. I put a tracking device on your communicator that allowed me to track your vitals.”
“Sounds almost like you are stalking me.”
“Captain—”
Jim waved that away. “I’m only half-kidding. I know you’re not really a stalker. But why such precautions? We’re on Yorktown. Don’t you think I’m pretty safe here.”
Spock arched a brow. “May I remind you that you were mugged.”
He laughed at that. “Well, yeah. Can’t argue with that.”
Spock moved to stand beside Jim and searched the area to see what prompted Jim to come there.
“Were you meeting someone here?”
Jim smiled and shook his head. “Did you need me for ship’s business?”
“No.”
“Then?”
This was where it could get uncomfortable.
“I wished to spend time with you,” Spock admitted, carefully.
“Me?” Jim’s look was quizzical. As though he couldn’t imagine in a million years what Spock was talking about.
“Yes…I…I’m really not sure how to explain.”
“Try me.”
“Part of the reason my relationship ended with Nyota is because I had an interest of a romantic nature in someone else.” Spock paused. “I believe I did mention it.”
The captain frowned and leaned back against the railing. “Did you? I must have missed that.”
“Apparently. And now perhaps it should occur to me you missed it deliberately.”
“Meaning?”
“I had hoped there was a shared interest between us but if I have miscalculated—”
Spock found himself shutting up due to Jim’s mouth suddenly on his.
He found he did not mind.
Spock was a little surprised when Doctor McCoy had shown up at his apartment door along with the captain, though he supposed he shouldn’t be. In the years they’d all been acquainted, McCoy was usually around when Jim was.
In the early days, Spock had a hypothesis that they were more than friends, or at least the doctor had wanted to be, but that was early on and Spock no longer believed there was anything between them but a brotherly bond.
Still Jim hadn’t mentioned inviting McCoy to breakfast the night before when Spock had been tending to Jim’s wounds.
Although that had been unexpected and rather mildly annoying, what was more alarming was the cool look Jim had given them as Spock stepped out of his apartment to join them for breakfast.
“Morning,” Jim said, without any trace of warmth.
In the beginning of their contentious relationship, Spock had been somewhat used to cool looks from his captain. He’d found Jim rather moody.
But as they became friends, he got many more smiles and laughter.
Until right before Krall, that was. Something had changed between them then and Spock never really knew what it was.
It was then he had made the decision to leave for New Vulcan.
All that had changed again though and he was staying. Things had begun to look up for them again, including as recently as last night, and yet this morning cold Jim was back.
“Where are we going for breakfast?” Spock made himself ask. He had very little appetite now.
“The Yorktown base cafeteria works for me, if does you two.” Jim eyed him. “It’s got plenty of vegetarian choices.”
Since they were hardly going to have a private table for two now with McCoy along where they ate really didn’t matter so Spock agreed.
Since it was cafeteria, it was serve yourself, and when Spock had selected oatmeal with raisins, he made his way to a table where Jim had already sat himself.
The captain had a cup of coffee and a cinnamon streusel muffin.
“Is that all your are going to eat?”
Jim nodded. “All I feel like this morning.”
“Are you suffering any ill effects from last night?”
“Nah, I’ve been beaten worse. By your girlfriend’s thug defenders for instance.” Jim smiled at him this time but there was hard steel behind it.
McCoy chose that moment to slam his tray of food down before plopping down in a chair. “I’m pretty sure these scrambled eggs have been under a heat lamp for three days.”
Jim snorted and took a sip of his coffee.
McCoy looked at Spock. “You and Uhura reconcile again?”
Spock frowned and shook his head. “Negative. My romantic relationship with Nyota will not continue. Why do you ask?”
“She was there this morning in your apartment.” McCoy shrugged.
“For ship business concerning the roster of the Enterprise when we depart Yorktown.” Spock glanced at the captain. “There have been some that have chosen not to continue.”
Jim nodded, but Spock could not help but notice Jim’s eyes appeared suddenly warmer. “I figured that. Altamid was pretty traumatic for a lot of the crew.”
“Yes,” Spock agreed, then turned back to McCoy. “Not only do Nyota and I still serve under the captain onboard the Enterprise, but we also remain on good terms.”
McCoy smirked. “Good to know. Isn’t it, Jim?”
Jim shook his head but he smiled. “Speaking of ship’s business, we really need to get together with Scotty and discuss—”
Jim was coming out of his apartment when Bones appeared.
“What the hell happened to you?”
Jim fingered his jaw tentatively. “I got mugged.”
“You what?”
“Mugged. You know where someone jumps you and steals your valuables.”
Bones stared at him. “Someone mugged you? The Great Captain Kirk?”
Jim grinned. “Thanks for that vote for my new title, by the way, Yeah, I mean it happened after I attempted to pick up an Orion—”
“Stop right there.” Bones held up his hands. “Why didn’t you contact me? You’ve just barely gotten rid of that shiner Edison gave you.”
He winced. “I know. Anyway, I didn’t need to contact you. Spock took care of it.”
Bones leaned against Jim’s closed door and nodded. “Right. I’d forgotten with everything going on lately that Spock got his medical degree.”
Jim laughed. “You’re hilarious. He just happened to see me in the hallway as I was staggering home. Anyway, it wasn’t much of anything a shower and some sleep didn’t take care of. And this morning coffee and a big breakfast. I was just about to go to Spock’s door. You want to join us?”
Bones straightened and patted his stomach. “I am pretty hungry.”
They walked down the short hallway and Jim rose his fist to knock on Spock’s door and very nearly slugged Uhura in the nose.
“Oh. Hi, Captain. Doctor.”
The smile slipped from Jim’s face but he did his best to hide that. He cleared his throat. “Spock’s going to breakfast with me.”
Uhura nodded. “Spock?” The captain’s here. Doctor McCoy too.” She smoothed her hands over her uniform dress and stepped past them. “Have a good day.”
Jim watched her until she was gone. “Thought they broke up,” Jim muttered.
“Looks like it’s back on,” Bones said so cheerfully, Jim wanted to punch him in the face.
It was, of course, absolutely none of his business.
And as Spock appeared in the doorway, he plastered on his most fake smile.
So I am back to trying to get Cosmic Love finished. I’ve started an update for Whom Gods Destroy but will try to concentrate on CL first. I’d really like to get that finished.
There will be another part of my ongoing post Beyond story on Friday.
Busy times coming up for me as usual.
Saturday we’re taking the sister to the airport. She’s off to visit our cousin in Maine for the week. When she comes back from Maine, her and I are off on another adventure to our favorite casino in Temecula for a few days. Still trying to win $17,000 again! LOL. I wish.
After that it’s M’s birthday at the end of August so we’ll be celebrating that with a nice dinner. Than Labor Day Weekend, the whole family’s gathering for a BBQ (nieces, nephews and mini nieces (aka grand nieces)). Then another concert at the Hollywood Bowl mid-September. Sigh. After that…MAYBE calm down for a bit? We will see
I was checking out Prince James and the Seven Vulcans (the non-porn version) and someday may get that up (no pun intended) and I have an idea for Beauty and the Beast (this might surprise you but Jim would be the beast and Spock the beauty in my story), and of course the holiday stories are coming up fast and furious (zero relation to the stupid movie series).
It’s going to be September before you or I know it.
And we still continue…
It was hard to be quiet and not make a spectacle of yourself when you can even stand upright, Jim reflected as he slumped against the wall directly next to his apartment door.
A temporary apartment Jim hoped he’d be able to abandon in the six months they’d claimed it would take for them to rebuild the Enterprise on Yorktown. It was an all right place, Yorktown, but he was glad now he wouldn’t be staying there.
The door to an apartment opened suddenly down the hallway and Jim knew who it would be even before he heard the exclamation, “Captain!”
A moment later, strong Vulcan arms were propping him upright.
Jim managed a grimacing smile through his cracked lip and bloody teeth. “Hiya, Spock.”
“You are injured! What has happened?” Spock’s nostrils flared. “Orion pheromones.”
“Yeah, sorta. Can you help me inside?”
Spock didn’t hesitate, of course, and a moment later the door was opened and Jim was deposited on the couch while Spock went to fetch a first aid kit.
And then Spock was knelt down in front of Jim, using a wet cloth to gently wipe the blood from around Jim’s mouth.
“You were assaulted?”
Jim nodded.
“Did you summon the authorities?”
“No. She was long gone.”
“She,” Spock repeated with inflection.
“An Orion female I spotted at the bar. She reminded me of Gaila. You remember her?”
“Yes.”
Jim shook his head. “I guess I’m out of practice.”
“I do not understand.”
“For one-night stands. That was my intention, but hers was to rob me.”
“She inflicted this damage?”
“Nah, her co-conspirator.” Jim winced as Spock made him open his mouth for him to swab some of the blood. “Gross. Give me a moment to rinse, will you?”
Spock produced a bowl and an antiseptic mouth wash. “Already thought of that.”
Jim almost protested and said he’d go into the bathroom, but it wasn’t like he had a ton of dignity here at this point. He took the mouthwash, took a big gulp, swished it around and then spit it into the bowl. The blue mouthwash was tinged with pink from the blood.
“Did you lose a tooth?” Spock asked, setting the bowl aside.
“No, thankfully. He punched me a few times, they grabbed my credits and ran off. I stumbled here and you know the rest.”
“You should have reported the crime.”
“Maybe, but I’m pretty embarrassed. I’m off my game, that’s for sure.” He sighed. “And a little woozy from the pheromones.”
“You are fortunate she did not take you to some location where after she had her way with you she and her cohort murdered you.”
“It was just a petty crime, Spock.”
Spock nodded. “As I said, you are fortunate. I suggest you now get out of those clothes and into a shower. Then bed to sleep it off.”
Jim smiled faintly. “That’s exactly my intention.” He rose from the couch and swayed a bit.
“Do you need assistance?” Spock asked after steadying him.
“Nah, I got this. The worst of it’s over.” Jim searched his eyes. “I saw Uhura at the bar with a friend.”
“I see.”
“Does that bother you? I mean, I don’t know if it was a date or anything, but…it might bother you.”
“I have made peace with the end of the relationship, Jim. As I indicated before I am not suffering from heartache.”
“Okay. Good. Thanks for the help, Spock. See you tomorrow? Maybe we can have breakfast.”
“I am amenable. Goodnight, Captain.”
“Night.”
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 