April Flashes

Flash Fic, April 09, 2024

“Well, what do you think?”

Spock looked at Jim as though he hadn’t been paying attention to what Jim had been saying for the last ten minutes.

And honestly, Jim was sort of used to that. If Jim wasn’t talking about Starfleet related business, Spock pretty much shut him out. So much for the friendship to end all friendships.

“About what?” Spock asked, cluelessly.

Jim sighed. He probably shouldn’t even bother. Mostly he had tried to engage Spock more because his relationship with Uhura was on the outs again. Some said it was permanent this time but Jim doubted it. Uhura got made at Spock’s lack of emotional connection all the time, only to decide he was worth it for the orgasms.

Jim snorted out loud.

Okay, he didn’t know that for a fact but Jim couldn’t really guess why they were on again off again all the time. When he had briefly tried a real relationship with Carol, once it was caput, he had zero interest in going again with her. And he was pretty she concurred.

“Whether I should accept the invitation to stay at the royal palace on Cridal.”

Spock stared.

“Princess Alia extended an invitation to stay in the suite next to hers during the negotiations.”

“Why would you not accept, Captain?”

He shrugged. “Mostly because we have a sort of history and I’m thinking she wants me to stay there to—”

“You have previously engaged in coitus with her royal highness?” And here he sounded both shocked and appalled.

“Not the way I’d phrase it, but basically yes. A long time ago and it didn’t end well and I—”

“Certainly not.”

“What?”

“You should stay at the official quarters arranged for you by Starfleet for the negotiations.”

“But you just asked why I wouldn’t accept?”

Spock arched a brow. “That was before I realized that she might perceive this as an opportunity.”

“Okay, sure.” Jim nodded. “But why would that matter? I mean to you. It wouldn’t interfere with my duties if I were to—”

“I believe that it would. It is best to be neutral in this instance.”

“But Cridal isn’t part of the negotiations. They are just hosting them.”

“Nevertheless it is inappropriate to give the appearance of any impropriety.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“You did seek my counsel,” Spock pointed out.

“I did. And I really don’t want to restart something with Alia.”

Spock frowned slightly. “Then why are you arguing with me?”

Jim opened his mouth to reply then closed it. “I don’t know. Habit, I guess. We’re like a bad rom-com. The only time it seems like we communicate is when we’re fighting.”

“I was unaware you felt that way.”

Jim shrugged. “Well. I mean, I know you don’t like me much. You never have. I’m pretty much used to it.”

“I was under the impression that we were friends.”

“Sure, we’ve talked the talk, but we’ve never really walked the walk.”

“What?”

“What I mean, Spock, is we always say we’re friends, even when I was dying, you admitted we were friends, but to be honest I’m not sure we’ve ever acted like friends. Saying the words really isn’t the same thing. I mean, I rely on you, definitely, but I never quite get beyond the fact you seem just to tolerate me. You never even told me you broke up with Uhura or why. I had to hear about it from other sources.”

Spock started to reply but Jim cut him off with a wave of his hand.

“And the very fact that you’re about to tell me that’s private and personal is exactly why I am saying we aren’t really friends. Not by my definition.”

For a moment, Spock remained silent, and Jim thought he was going to walk away in a huff or something.

But then he said, “We ended our relationship for good due to my emotional attachment to another.”

Jim frowned. “You like someone else?”

“Negative. I love someone else. Given that, Nyota was not interested in continuing our romantic connection.”

Jim sputtered, “Well, yeah I imagine not.” He thought about it. “Who is she?”

“My emotional attachment is not to a female, Jim.”

“Oh. Well.” Jim nodded. He wondered why that made the pit of his stomach ache. Well, and his heart too. A strange reaction to a friend being in love with someone else. He licked his lips. “Who then?”

Spock gave a slight huff of air that could have been a sigh. “I am quite certain if you consider the matter long enough, you will figure it out. If you will excuse me, Captain, I am due on the bridge.”

And this time Spock did walk away, leaving Jim staring at him in confusion.

April 9, 2024

April 01, 2024 Flash Fic

“Spock and I slept together last night.”

“You what?”

“Shhh. Bones, stop yelling.” Jim laughed, and looked around the mess room self-consciously. No one seemed to be looking at them at the moment and he spotted Spock sitting at a table for two with Uhura across the way.

“Are you out of your mind? How?”

“How do you think? The usual way.”

Bones gave him an exasperated look. “How did it happen? Uhura’s gonna go berserk.”

Jim paused to feel a bit guilty. He cleared his throat. “We were, uh, arguing. Like always. And then suddenly he was pushing me against the wall in my quarters and—”

His friend held up a hand to stop him. “That’s definitely enough. What are you going to do now?”

Jim stared at him. “Do?”

“You slept with Spock. In case you didn’t think of it, he’s with—

“Yeah, I know. Nothing though. I’m pretty sure it was a onetime thing.”

“You’re pretty sure?”

Jim nodded. “Well, I mean, is anybody totally and completely sure of anything, Bones?” He smiled. “I really have to go. The bridge is waiting.”

And he scooted out of the mess room and to the bridge right after.

It was an hour or two later that he realized he was getting strange looks from the bridge crew. He kept feeling Uhura’s stare but every time he glanced in her direction, she was looking at her station.

And he sure didn’t miss the strange looks he was getting from Spock.

Strange.

It began to make him uncomfortable.

“Uh, I’ve got, uh, I need to take a quick break. You have the conn,” he called over his shoulder as he ran to the turbolift.

But Spock followed him right inside as the doors closed.

“Didn’t I just give you the command?”

“Mr. Scott is on the bridge, he can handle it.” Spock pulled the handle to stop the turbolift.

Jim’s eyes widened. “What—”

“Apparently we slept together,” Spock said, getting straight to the point. “Something I was, somehow, unaware of.”

Jim felt his face redden. “That was…do you know what today is, Mr. Spock?”

Spock simply stared at him, eyebrow raised.

“April Fool’s Day,” Jim supplied. “I was just playing a joke on Bones. I figured he’d get what day it was, but, um, and anyway, how did—”

“Mr. Chekov overheard.”

“Damn, nosey kid. I should have known.”

“I should warn you Nyota has filed a formal report.”

“A what?”

“A complaint with Starfleet.”

“Now wait just a minute.” Then he narrowed his eyes. “April Fools.”

“Indeed.”

“Funny. Can you restart the lift?”

“As a matter of fact, Nyota does not care at all,” Spock said then. “And for a moment thought it was true.”

“Why wouldn’t she care?”

“We are not together. We broke up some time ago but remain friends.”

Jim rolled his eyes. “Ha ha. April Fools. You’re taking the jokes a little far now, Spock. I get it and learned my lesson.”

Spock suddenly crowded him against the wall of the turbolift. “I am not speaking in jest, Captain. Perhaps later in your quarters I can convince you of my sincerity.”

Jim’s jaw dropped open but then closed when Spock leaned in, kissed him, moved back, and restarted the lift. A moment later, Spock got off, leaving Jim staring after him.

April 1, 2024

Flash Fic, April 28, 2023

“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.”

“Well.”

“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.”

“But—”

“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.”

“Captain—”

“Yes, Mister Spock?”

“Nothing.”

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.

“Hey.”

Spock blew out a long breath. “Blue.”

The captain frowned. “Huh?”

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

April 28, 2023

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?”

“Working.”

“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.

April 24, 2023

Bombay

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

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?”

“I…”

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.”

April 21, 2023

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

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.

“Worthy?”

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.”

April 19, 2023

Flash Fic, April 17, 2023

“Moon river, wider than a mile
I’m crossing you in style some day
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you’re goin’, I’m goin’ your way

Two drifters, off to see the world
There’s such a lot of world to see
We’re after the same rainbow’s end
Waitin’ ’round the bend
My huckleberry friend
Moon river and me”

“I was unaware you sang, Captain.”

Jim, embarrassed to be caught crooning in the shower, laughed and turned off the indulgent water spray and reached for a towel to wrap around himself. He stepped out of the shower.

“Sorry, was I taking too long?”

Spock kept his gaze averted. “No. I was drawn by your lyrical voice. I thought perhaps you were playing music and then was surprised to hear it was you.”

He laughed again. “You put in for promotion, Spock?”

“Captain?”

“Thought maybe you’re trying to butter me up.”

Spock frowned. “Butter you up?”

“You know what? Never mind. Thanks for the compliment. The shower is all yours.”

“Captain?”

Jim turned just as he was about to exit their shared bathroom in their temporary apartment quarters on Yorktown. “Yeah?”

“Would you like to join me for dinner?”

“You and Uhura?”

“Nyota has other plans.” Spock paused. “With Mr. Scott. They are seeing each other.”

Jim blinked. “They are?”

“Dinner?”

Jim smiled. “A date, Spock?”

He was joking of course.

“Yes.”

“Uh. Yeah. Okay. Sure. Dinner.”

He exited the bathroom and as he did so he could hear Spock humming Moon River.

April 17, 2023

Bombay

Got it done after all…the story continues. (yes eventually this will make its way to AOS as a complete story)

Spock doesn’t really know what to do to change his current circumstances so he makes his way to his apartment.

The apartment looks as it should, at least on the outside, but Spock maintains caution until he enters the living space to inspect it.
Spock had left with Jim hastily, perhaps a bit apprehensive that someone would come there after Spock managed to get rid of the man with the fedora.

So Spock was somewhat surprised when the apartment appeared to be untouched and there was no sign of unauthorized entry. Still, he felt uncomfortable staying there under the current circumstance so he collected some belongings, as well as his computer, and locked up the apartment to stay somewhere else for the time being.

He’d thought about contacting his friend, Nyota, to stay with her, but he really didn’t want to place her in danger should someone come looking for him.

The Vulcan Embassy in downtown San Francisco maintained living quarters for dignitaries and given that Spock’s own father was an ambassador to Earth, he made his way to there and was provided a small apartment there similar to an Earth studio apartment. A room with a bed, a kitchenette, and a bathroom. It was enough and as secure as he could be at the moment.

He made himself tea and then set up his computer. He made immediate contact with George Samuel Kirk.

Jim’s older brother didn’t bother to pretend innocence.

“You made it safely back to San Francisco.” The older Kirk smirked. “Are you in a secure location?”

“At the Vulcan Embassy. Yes.”

Kirk nodded. “Good. Sorry about hitting you.”

“Then you are the one directly responsible.”

“Mm. Yeah. Tried not to hit you too hard. Listen, Jim is safe, thanks to you bringing him to us.”

“It was not necessary to get rid of me. I would not harm him—”

“We’re working on a solution to his…issue. Once we’ve helped him, should he desire contact with you, well, you’ll know. But in the meantime, you’ve got to let us handle this.”

“Why haven’t you admitted your family was made up of feline shape shifters?”

Kirk snorted. “Would you? Look what’s been done to Jim by those who have learned his secret. We’re already working on a knowledge plug to do damage control. Please keep all of this to yourself.”

“I have no intention of betraying Jim’s confidentiality.”

“Good. Then maybe Jim chose you well. I have to go. Don’t contact me again until someone from here contacts you. It’s best that way. Kirk out.”

And Spock’s computer screen went blank.

April 14, 2023

Flash Fic, April 12, 2023

He almost didn’t make it in time. Spock thought he might not, but then as they were about to hand the infant over to Spock, Jim appeared, somewhat out of breath.

His smile was radiant as he looked down at the tiny child Spock cradled in his arms.

“He’s just so beautiful,” Jim said. “Perfect.”

“As next to perfect as it is possible to be.”

“I’m sorry I’m late. I had a million meetings before I could get away.” Jim moved closer.

“You are here now.”

Jim stared down at their newly born son. Created with biological material from Spock and a surrogate Vulcan female. The boy was 3/4s Vulcan. The process had not only given them a child to raise but helped with the Vulcan population, which was why they’d ultimately decided on Spock’s involvement. But Spock was not nearly done with trying to convince Jim.

He handed over the sleeping infant to Jim, who’s smile got brighter if that was possible. Seeing his husband and son together filled him with an overwhelming emotional warmth and contentment.

“Now we should have one with you,” Spock spoke up, unable not to voice his opinion once more.

Jim shook his head, but he was smiling. “Who wants to pass my flawed self onto an unsuspecting baby?”

“Jim.”

“Well.”

“And I do. I can only imagine how stunning our son or daughter would be that was created with your DNA.”

“Let’s just enjoy our newly born son for now, okay, Spock?”

Spock moved closer to his family and leaned in to kiss Jim and then then baby’s head. He would not give up. He wanted a child born of each of them and he was certain he could talk Jim into it.

“You are right, he is perfect.”

April 12, 2023

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