Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Last Friday flash for April as we will be in May next Friday. Sorry for the simplicity. I’ve been fairly lazy and distracted this week. I hope you enjoy anyway!

Spock rushed into the medbay, heart pounding in his side. He stopped abruptly when he spotted Jim sitting up on the edge of the biobed. Spock hurried forward.

“Jim—”

“Whabba dooba hweh.”

McCoy appeared by the bed. “Oh Spock. Hello. As you can see Jim’s face has blown up to twice normal size. His tongue too.”

“I was notified you were injured,” Spock told the captain.

“Nob awn injweee.”

Spock shook his head and looked to McCoy. “Explain.”

“Ensign Hightower offered him some dish he made from one of those plants on the planet we visited two days ago. Dummy here just took a big ol bite without thinking.”

“Ib swek mah tom ott bwt hwets.”

McCoy smirks. “It’s childish to stick your tongue out anyway.”

“You understand him?” Spock asked.

“Surprisingly. Anyway, I’m giving him injections to bring the swelling down and remove the toxins but I’ll be admitting him and keeping him overnight for observation.”

Jim’s lumpy swollen face managed to look sad and dejected. “Sowwy.”

“I am sorry you obviously are in pain and discomfort.”

“That will mostly past in an hour or so,” the doctor advised. “The worst is over. But I do want to admit him and get him to rest. You can come take him out of here in the morning.”

Spock nodded. “Very well. I will leave him in your capable hands.” He leaned over to see where he could place a quick kiss to his bondmate, saw none he really wanted to, honestly, so he reached over and stroked a finger on Jim’s normal looing hand.

“Rest well, T’hy’la.”

Jim sighed and nodded.

Spock left the medbay, thinking at least he’d be able to get caught up on some paperwork.    

I ran out of time or enthusiasm not sure which to get the flash I was working on done for this week, so you get a bit of Kirk family togetherness for Easter.

Happy Easter if you celebrate

“All right, but there’s just no way I’m doing an Easter egg hunt at my age,” Jim told his mom as he squirted egg mixture from a tube into a cooked white for deviled eggs.

She chuckled. “Spoil sport. You know we did have one the year you turned five.”

“I don’t remember that.”

“Most of us don’t remember much at that age. Maybe something fleeting.” She paused to take a sip of her carrot cake flavored coffee.

She’d gone all out on doing Easter when she’d found out they were coming for a visit that coincided with that day. And though they’d never been particularly religious in any way, Jim wanted her to have whatever she wanted to have.

“I didn’t use real eggs. You and Sam did dye some real ones, of course, but I kept those in the fridge.  I put out the fake ones filled with goodies. Of course your brother was a little older and thought the whole thing was lame.”

“He’s the one who’s lame.”

She laughed again. “Anyway, it was fun. With me being on assignment most of the time when you kids were young, we didn’t get a lot of chances to have those moments.” Then her smile fell. “And then of course when Frank was around. That asshole didn’t want to do anything but drink.”

“And belch and swear,” Jim added. He didn’t add throw punches. He didn’t need to.

Jim had come back from Frank sending him to Tarsus IV and it was shortly after that that his mom got rid of Frank for good. 

His mom held up a deviled egg. “Try it. How is it?”

Jim took a bite, chewed and swallowed. “Good. Really good. I could eat the whole batch.”

“You have to share with me. Spock won’t eat them, right?”

“Nah. More for me.”

“Well, I have other things he can eat. And I made you both Easter baskets.” She blushed a little. “For the morning.”

Jim laughed. “An Easter basket for a Vulcan? That’s hilarious. What’s it got in it?”

“Never mind. You’ll see tomorrow.”

He shook his head. “I might have to sneak a chocolate egg into his.”

“Who says there isn’t already one in there?” she asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.    

“Mom! I’m shocked.”

“You are not.”

“Well, not really,” he agreed. “But I could be.”

She finished filling the last egg white. “There, those are ready now to be put away until tomorrow.”

Spock appeared at the edge of the kitchen and Jim went to him.

“There you are, babe. Finished with your meditation?”

“Indeed.”

“So, let’s go watch a movie.”

His mom put away the deviled eggs. “What are we watching?”

“What do you want to watch? Not some silly fairytale.”

“No, no,” she said. “How about Predator?”

Jim laughed and hugged her. “Deal.”

Today’s flash is brought to you by Bones

Leonard was surprised to see his friend sitting by himself nursing a drinking in Ten Forward. Grabbing himself a drink, he made his way over to Jim’s table.

“What are you doing here?”

“Drinking.”

Bones pulled out a chair and sat. “Where’s Spock?”

“We had a fight…again.”

Leonard frowned. “Again?”

“That’s all we’ve been doing, Bones. Be careful what you wish for. I wanted a Vulcan boyfriend and now…it’s always so contentious.”

“Always?” he asked, skeptically. ‘Bit of an exaggeration, isn’t it?”

Jim just shrugged and took a large swallow of whiskey.

Leonard decided he was far too old for this and he had never set out to be a relationship counselor, but since this was Jim, he’d try.

“From my view, Spock is about as smitten as a guy can be.”

“Yeah?” Jim asked, doubtfully.

“That Vulcan would do anything for you, Jim. Even drink poison meant for you.”

“Who’s trying to poison me?”

“You know what I mean. Not to get too corny but there’s an old song called ‘Everything I Do, I Do For You’ I think Spock could be singing. Fortunately, we’re spared from that,” Leonard cracked. “But I think you get it. What’s prompted this anyway? You having regrets?”

“When I visited my brother and his wife on Deneva, everything was so…good between them. They were so happy and in sync.” Jim paused. “They were like relationship goals.”

“Okay, sure. But what you were seeing was a couple who knew they had visitors, their family, and they were on their best behavior, weren’t they?”

“Probably,” Jim acknowledged.

“You don’t know what goes on behind closed doors, do you? I’m not saying they don’t have a good marriage, but I am willing to bet a million credits, it’s far from perfect.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Despite what you might think, I think Spock can play nice in front of others too. But he wasn’t there with you. It was just you and your mom there with your brother’s family.”

“I was afraid it was too soon to drag Spock along with me.”

“I doubt he would have felt dragged, Jim. And that’s your problem here. I think Spock expected to be asked to go and when you didn’t, it might have hurt him a little.”

Jim looked down. “I didn’t think about that.”

“I know. You’re used to being on your own. Plus you think your family is way worse than they are. They are your family though and Spock wants to be your family too, so you have to let him in, Jim.”

As if on cue, Leonard noticed Spock approaching their table.

Jim turned as Spock arrived.

“Spock, I’m sorry.”

“It is I who owe an apology.”

Jim rose from his seat, put his hand on Leonard’s shoulder and squeezed. “Thanks, Bones. See you later?”

Leonard smirked. “I’d say not until tomorrow from the looks of it.”

Spock quirked a brow, but Jim laughed.

Leonard’s work was done as the two departed Ten Forward.

And there was Leonard drinking alone.

“Figures,” he muttered, and downed his drink.