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After Mission

April 14, 2016

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“Mom, can you go on in and get the children settled in their seats in the shuttle?” Jim asked. “I want to have a quick word with Spock.”

“Yes, of course.” His mom put her hands on a shoulder of each of the younger children and then Desda followed behind as they trudged up a short flight of stairs into the shuttle.

Jim watched them until they were fully inside before turning to face Spock.

“What’s the plan?”

“I have instructed the pilot to take us to New Vulcan.”

Jim frowned. “New Vulcan? Why?”

“If the Orion Syndicate decides to pursue either Brick and Isabella or your daughter given her connection to Tolar, the first place they will think to look for them is Earth,” Spock replied. “I do not believe they will think that the children have been taken to New Vulcan. It is likely they will not even know of my role in this.”

Jim couldn’t really fault his…logic damnit…so he blew out a breath and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right.”

“How did you become involved in this, Jim?”

“Winona. I’m on a…vacation, I guess…and I decided to visit my mom in Riverside. She sprung it on me, um, a couple of days ago? I don’t know. I’m having trouble keeping track of the days lately. She made it sound like we’d be in and out with those kids and be back in Riverside with no problems.”

“It does seem that she was unaware of the dangers herself.”

“Hmm. Speaking of involvement. How are you here? Did your dad tell you I was on Orion and what made you decide to come?”

Spock looked pained for a moment and then uncertain. “I was aware you were in danger before I was in contact with my father, though he did advise me of your contact.”

“Aware?” Jim narrowed his eyes. “Not the bond. I thought…”

“It does not simply shut off for me. I have shielded and blocked it on your end but…”

Jim looked away and then nodded again. “Yeah. I know. I get it. And if you hadn’t shown up when you did, we’d probably be dead. So…I should be thanking you, not berating you or whatever it is I’m doing.”

“We should be on our way while we still can. Once we make it to New Vulcan, there will be plenty of time for explanations.” Spock gestured to the shuttle. “After you.”

With a glance at the shuttle cave they were leaving behind, just to make sure they were still alone, Jim took the short stairs up and into the shuttle.

Spock went to the front and sat beside the Vulcan pilot. A moment later the shuttle rose, the cave top opened, and they were on their way.

Flash Fic, April 10, 2026

And we continue…more dramatic turns!

The “shuttle bay” Spock directed them too was more like a dark, hidden cave. He realized as he entered the cave that it wasn’t made or real rock, it was all illusional. He wasn’t sure how Spock knew of such a place but Jim guessed he was feeling grateful.

And also pissed.

Though presently, anyway, not at Spock.

As soon as the hover car came to a stop in front of a shuttlecraft that looked in pretty good shape from Jim’s assessment, Jim was out of the car ready to have it out with his mom.

Spock moved off to speak to someone by the shuttle, presumably the pilot, while his mother helped the children out of the car. He noticed that like Desda, Brick and Isabella seemed to have only the clothes on their backs, and they appeared to be night clothes.

Jim spoke to Desda, “Can you bring them over there so I can speak to my mother?”

Desda gave him an anxious look, but she nodded and led the children closer to where Spock stood but still where Jim and his mother could see them.

“Jim—” His mom began.

“I just want to know how long you’ve been lying to me about this whole thing,” Jim interjected. “These kids. What…who exactly are they?”

She put her hands together in a gesture of pleading. “I didn’t lie. I didn’t know much about them myself.”

“You said we’d be in and out, it would be hardly any trouble.”

“And I believed that.:

“But you found something out.”

His mother nodded. “When we got here. When I spoke to Melanie in jail.”

“And so you had information you hid from me before we went with Tolar. Is it-is it our fault he and his family are dead?”

“Oh Jim I don’t think—”

“We led them right to Tolar and his family. Fuck, Mom. That’s…that’s not acceptable.”

“No.” She shook her head rapidly. “I really don’t think that was because of us, because of those kids.”

“What did she tell you?”

“Their father was a high-ranking member of the syndicate. They’re pissed at her for killing him and she thinks they might arrange for her to suffer a terrible accident in prison.”

Syndicate kids?”

“They aren’t syndicate kids. They’re just children, Jim. Caught in the middle of all this.”

“Is that who was firing on you and Spock as you left the school?’

She looked uncomfortable. “Probably. We had…we didn’t have official permission to take them so—”

“So you made me and Spock kidnappers! Mom, you’re such a bi—”

“Don’t!” Desda yelled, suddenly next to them. “Don’t, please.”

“Desda,” his mother whispered.

Desda blew out a breath and looked at Jim. “You shouldn’t speak to your mom like that. She’s the only mother you have. Okay?”

Jim glanced at his mother, who now stared at the ground. “It’s complicated.”

“I know,” Desda said. “And I know you went through a lot lately. I know. And this is all crazy. For all of us. I get it. But…Jim…you and your mom are not responsible for what happened to Uncle Tolar and his family. You’re not. They are. The bad ones. And maybe a little Uncle Tolar. But not you. Your mom just wanted to save two little kids. Right? And now she’s saved three.” She hitched a breath. “At least if we make it out of here.”

All at once Jim’s anger left him, and it made him feel more physically and mentally exhausted than ever. He nodded at his daughter.

“Mom, I’m sorry.”

His mother embraced him. “I’m sorry too. I wouldn’t hurt you for the world.”

Jim blew out a breath, then squeezed and released her.

Spock stood beside the younger children, Brick and Isabella, who stared at them with haunted eyes, their little bodies trembling in fear/

“If you are ready, Jim. We can leave.”

“I’m more than ready, let’s go.” 

Flash Fic, April 06, 2026

And now we continue….

Jim looked in the rearview of the hover car at his mother.

“What the hell happened back there?”

“It didn’t go as smoothly as I hoped.”

“No kidding. What the hell, Mom. What aren’t you telling me about all this?”

His mother sighed. “Not now. Not in front of them.”

Jim could see wide, frightened eyes staring back at him. From what he could tell they were wearing sleep attire. His mother had literally snatched them from their beds. He didn’t like the sound of that.

A muscle in his jaw clenched and he tried to concentrate on getting away from whatever they’d just left behind. He gripped the steering wheel tightly. He was getting a pretty bad headache and he noticed Spock glance at him.

“What?” he demanded.

“Turn right up ahead,” was all Spock said though Jim could not shake the feeling he had much more he wanted to say.

And Jim was right there with him. What was Spock doing there anyway?

He guessed he could sort of see the need for private conversations because of these kids, but he hated being in the position where he had to clam up and not say what was on his mind. His mother had hid vital information from him, he was sure of it.

Jim made the right turn, conscious of dark, dismal road they seemed to be travelling on. He didn’t like any of this. His long ago time on one of the Orion colonies had been quick and fun. But that was another life, mostly, and he’s been through plenty of shit since then.

Who would you choose to die between Leonard McCoy and Spock, Captain Kirk?”

“Or to put it another way, Captain, who would you choose to live?”

“Me. I would choose me!”

“Wrong choice, Captain. Now we will kill both.”

“Jim?”

Jim blinked, pushing away the memory, disturbing his dreams still, though he tried not to let it. He glanced at Spock who was looking at him with a great deal of Vulcan concern.

“Nothing. It’s nothing. I’m okay.”

Spock watched him a moment longer, than said, “Turn left, then straight. The shuttle is waiting.”

Flash February 06, 2026

Jim hadn’t been to Orion in decades. Once in his first year at the Academy he and Bones had accompanied Gary Mitchell there and they’d had, well, an interesting time. But that was back in his somewhat carefree party days, which he’d long left behind.

He sat next to his mother as they made the shuttle trip there. He didn’t have any idea what to expect. His mother hadn’t expected involvement with the Orion father’s family, but Jim knew families were complicated and you never knew when one would come out of the woodwork and declare possession.

He hoped for his mother’s sake it would be as simple as she hoped to collect his cousin’s kids.

Not that he was looking forward to kids running around the farmhouse. Once he had established that his mother had control of things, he’d be headed back to his new life in San Francisco.

“Wasn’t she married to Spock?” his mother asked out of the blue.

Jim couldn’t pretend not to know who she meant, though the question was unwelcome.

“Yeah. They’re divorced now she says.”

“Mm. Do you…well do you have any regrets?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know. I just know that love isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be.”

She smiled faintly. “No?”

He shrugged. “I loved Spock. More than anyone I’ve ever known. Still do. And we tried. Or I think we did. I’m the one who ended it. But I think he would have eventually realized we weren’t going to work, too.”

“And yet he didn’t make it work with Nyota Uhura either.”

Jim sighed. “I probably pushed that. Them getting back together. I wanted…if I couldn’t make Spock happy then she should.”

“But she didn’t,” his mother said gently.

“No.”

“I sometimes wonder if that mission would have been better for you if you had still been with Spock.”

“Maybe. Or worse. In the end that’s what caused the break. My inability to let him completely in. I can’t. So, do I have regrets? I guess so. Maybe that I even tried. It made me want things I just can’t have.”

“Jim…”

He shook his head, reached over and squeezed her hand. “It’s okay, Mom. I’ve made peace with it. And I honestly wish they’d been able to stay together. But couples break up, I know that.”

“You and Carol.”

“Exactly. And now somewhere out there is a son I’m never going to know.” He sighed again. “So yeah. Maybe I should have avoided romance altogether.”

“You’re definitely cynical.” She squeezed his hand back. “Maybe you should check on Spock.”

“I could, sure. Maybe.” The pilot announced their impending arrival. “All right. It’s time to roll.”’

January 30, 2026 Flash

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“I’m sorry, Mom. I know how hard that was for you.”

They were back on the road, headed to Cedar Rapids to the commercial shuttle bay for the shuttle that would take them to San Francisco and then one that would eventually take them to Orion.

It had been a gloomy visit. Warren hadn’t remembered his sister Winona, Jim or even his own daughter. But his mom had tried and her gentle patience with her brother had touched Jim.

“It was yeah,” she admitted. She glanced at him. “What about you?”

Jim sighed. “I can’t pretend I didn’t think about Chekov. But his situation was a little different than Uncle Warren’s. He ended up in a facility because he was catatonic. After that mission…” Jim shook himself. “He was too young for that to happen.”

“I don’t think there was anything you could have done, honey.”

“Logically I know that. I feel guilty sometimes. Not because of what happened, because, well, of course. But because when they notified me, he’d passed, I was relieved.”

She reached over and patted his leg. “It had to be difficult seeing someone you cared about and who you felt responsible like that, a shell of what he once was. No one would blame you for feeling relieved. He wouldn’t suffer anymore.”

“That’s what I tell myself. Everyone tells me there was no chance he’d ever come out of it, and I trust what they said, but sometimes I just don’t know how to feel. I don’t want to dwell on it but it’s hard not to.”

“Well, not many people dwell on tragedy as much as I have so I get where you’re coming from. Try to remind yourself, as I try, that he wouldn’t want you to suffer so much over it. You know? The best we can do is to honor who they were and how they lived. And not waste our own lives. Took me a long time to learn that.”

Jim nodded and looked out at the road. “Were you close when you were young to your brother?”

“Not as close as I wish we’d been, honestly. He was older by a few years. Thought I was a brat.” She laughed. “He was right. Here we are. Let’s hope it doesn’t take too long to get to San Francisco.

The shuttle from Cedar Rapids to San Francisco was uneventful. But shortly after they arrived, his mother stopped next to a bar.

“Why don’t you go in and order us something to drink? I need to get our tickets and a few other supplies we’ll need, so go on in there and wait for me.”

Jim frowned. “How long will we be there? I didn’t pack anything.”

She smirked. “I know. Leave that to me. That’s part of what I need to get. I won’t be long. And I’m not sure. I’m hoping at the most we’ll be there overnight and on our way. I don’t anticipate any problems.”

“I always anticipate problems.” Jim retorted.

“Yes, I know. Go in. Get a refreshment and relax. I’ll join you soon.”

With a grimace, Jim went through the swinging doors, they were made to look like old-fashioned saloon doors and headed for the bar counter and ordered their drinks.

He was just carrying them over to a booth when he heard his name called.

“Jim? Jim, it is you.”

He set them on the table and turned to greet Nyota Uhura, who flung her arms around him to embrace him.

March 29, 2024 Flash Fic

As we close out March…here’s a little Easter fun for you (with a side of Sarona)

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It wasn’t easy playing Easter Bunny in a house full of Vulcans. Well partial Vulcans. But it hadn’t been easy at Christmas playing Santa, so he was reasonably up for the task, Jim thought.

It was freakishly early. Once upon a time, Jim didn’t sleep particularly well, but that wasn’t the case anymore. He was married with a family now, settled in a way he’d never thought he’d get to experience.

So, four in the morning was far too early for his modern life. But he didn’t want to take any chances those Vulcans he lived with would come bounding down before he was prepared for them.

Not that any were ever particularly energetic coming down the stairs that it could be called “bounding”.

So he left a basket each for the two children, Amanda and George, after much argument among them all they’d been given Terran names, that were filled with non-chocolate Easter candy, gummies and jellybeans, and stuffies, and games.

Then he left a basket for Spock, this one with actual chocolate, for Jim never claimed to be a saint, one for his mother also with chocolate and some little cakes she particularly enjoyed, and a fairly small one for Sarek, no chocolate for his either, because if his mom wanted to share some of hers with him, well that was none of Jim’s business, but he wasn’t going to encourage anything.

Then he hurried back upstairs to bed.

As he got in, Spock murmured, “Where have you been?”

“Had to pee.”

At a decent time, when everyone was up and about, his family found their Easter Baskets.

They were met with rolled eyes and mutterings about a fake bunny from the kids, but also barely hidden grins as they surveyed their loot.

Spock gave Jim an indulgent kiss and a raised eyebrow after viewing the contents of his basket.

And Jim tried not to look as his mom fed a bite of one of her cakes to Sarek.

It was a good morning.  



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Flash Fic, March 27, 2024

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Spock climbed out of the bedroom window and cautiously on to the flat roof of the house next to it where Jim sat, legs bent at the knee and pulled up to his chest.

“This is an unusual place to find you.” Spock lowered himself to sit beside his husband.

Jim smiled. “Needed a quiet place to think. I used to come out here all the time when I was a kid.” He laughed. “A long time ago.”

“If you would like to be alone—”

“Heck, no.” Jim put his hand on Spock’s leg. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Where you go, I always follow.”

And perhaps that was a bad thing to admit but it was true, nonetheless.

“Thinking about your mother?”

Jim nodded. “I’m an orphan now. Which is crazy. I’m…I’m no young man anymore. It’s been a long time since I needed my mommy, you know?”

“I know,” Spock said softly.

“Still, that puts me firmly in the front of the line for mortality, doesn’t it?”

“I prefer not to think in terms of your mortality,” Spock replied.

“I can’t entirely dismiss the idea. It’s possible I’ll live a good long time with Khan’s blood, but there are no guarantees, even with me no longer being in active command of a starship.”

“Yes, there are no guarantees in life for any of us. We are not promised tomorrow. We have to make the best of today.”

“A logical philosophy.” Jim smiled, squeezed Spock’s leg.

They heard a noise down below and then a blond teenaged head popped out through the open window.     

“I’m hungry. What have we got to eat?” David, Jim’s son, demanded.

Jim chuckled. “I haven’t been to the store.”

“But—”

“We’ll order a pizza.”

“Cool.” And David went inside again.

Jim sighed, leaned his head against Spock’s shoulder and said, “Come on. Let’s go back inside.”

March 20, 2024

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.”

Flash Fic March 19. 2024

After Mission

And Kris’s birthday flash and she loves H/C so here it is…

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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.

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