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Flash Fic, April 24, 2024

Another installment!

“That Vulcan kid is staring at me again.”

Bones frowned as he stabbed at his PADD like he wanted to kill it. “What Vulcan kid?”

“Well. How should I know? I told you about it.”

Bones eyed him. “You did? What? You have another Vulcan stalker?”

“Spock wasn’t stalker,” Jim protested. “Far from it.” Jim felt his face heat.

“Yeah, yeah. He ghosted you after you slept together.”

“Be quiet. It wasn’t like that.”

Bones snorted. “It was exactly like that. Who’s this kid?”

“How should I know? He seems familiar but I don’t know him. It’s not like I know a bunch of Vulcans. Only the one.”

“Who ran like hell as soon as he was done with you,” Bones said, undiplomatically. “Eh. I’d ignore the kid. Probably just nosey, like most children. He’ll get bored eventually and start staring at someone else.”

Jim sighed. ”Yeah you’re probably right. And now I really need to get to class. See you later, Bones.”

“Mm hmm.” Bones was already back to trying to kill his PADD.

Flash Fic April 19, 2024

New continuing story, updated at my whim

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“What about that one, Father?”

Spock looked up from his study of their lunch bill when his son, Sanok, spoke.

Fortunately, Sanok wasn’t pointing at anyone inappropriately, but because he was not, he was not sure who or what his son was pointing at.

They were seated in the outdoor patio area of a café not far from Starfleet Academy where Spock taught after graduating with top honors. He was waiting for a ship assignment eventually, but for the moment he was satisfied with teaching as it allowed him time to spend with his son.

Sanok would not be allowed on the starship and would then be transferred to the care of Spock’s parents until his assignment had been concluded. Sanok’s mother had died in a lab explosion when the boy was only two. He was now six.

“That one?”

“At five o’clock on the right.”

Spock looked and nearly groaned out loud in a very unVulcan like way.

“Not this again.”

“You have expressed that your preference in a future mate should be male. Given that Grandfather chose a Human mate in Grandmother, it stands to reason that you may also have this peculiarity. It might explain the failure of your marriage to my late mother.”

Spock couldn’t exactly deny that the Human male Sanok had pointed out was indeed an extremely attractive man. One Spock was familiar with.

He could not tell Sanok how or why.

“He appears to be a cadet based on his uniform, so you would have a career interest in common.”

Since Sanok wouldn’t be able to be with Spock, he had decided it was his job to find his father a mate and companion.

“Yes, I know him.”

“You do?” Sanok asked, his tone becoming eager. “Then it will be unnecessary to arrange an accidental first meeting.”

“Completely unnecessary,” Spock agreed. “Now we should be on our way.”

“What is his name?” Sanok asked as he dutifully rose from his seat at the table.  

“James Kirk.”

Flash Fic, April 16, 2024

My apologies for the delay in getting something up here. I’m feeling a little ennui these days and am fairly uninterested in writing anything, to be honest.

Anyway here it is.

When the light in his dorm room suddenly came on, Jim quickly shielded his eyes.

“Jim?”

“Yeah, can you dim that light or something?”

The light dimmed to acceptable brightness and Bones’ face suddenly appeared next to him. Fortunately his face wasn’t floating in the air and was attached to the rest of him.

“Thought you had a date with the Vulcan.”

Jim groaned. “Canceled. My head’s killing me.”

“Migraine?”

“A bitch of one.”

A moment later he felt a hypo inject into his arm.

“That should give you some relief.”

“Thanks.”

“Sorry about the date, Jim. I know you were looking forward to it.”

Jim sighed. “Yeah. I’m sure that’s over.”

Bones frowned. “Because you canceled?’

“I canceled with a headache. The lamest reason known to man.” He paused. “Or Vulcans. Everyone know when you cancel something with a vague ‘headache’ it’s just an excuse.”

Bones smirked. “Well, it wasn’t with you, though.”

He won’t know that. And his reaction wasn’t very positive.”

Bones patted his arm down lower where he didn’t just give him a shot. “Sorry, kid. Get some rest.”

And after a while of lying there, closing his eyes, Jim was able to fall asleep. He wasn’t sure for how long, but when he opened his eyes, his migraine was at least manageable. He no longer felt nauseous, and he could smell food.

Pizza.  

Jim sat up.

“Bones?”

“I am not the doctor.”

His heart thudding, Jim called out, “Spock?”

And yes Spock appeared, with a plate containing two slices of cheese pizza. “I thought you might be hungry.”

“I-I am. How did you—”

“McCoy contacted me and asked me to come over.”

Jim smiled. “Wow. Thanks, Bones.”

Spock’s lips twitched. He handed the plate to Jim. “How is your head?”

“A bit better, thanks.”

“You suffer from these headaches frequently?”

“Every few months.”

Spock pulled up a chair. “Perhaps I can alleviate this one.”

“Yeah?”

“I have some Vulcan methods.”

“Wouldn’t want you to go to any trouble.”

“It’s no trouble. A simple matter of touch telepathy.”

“Will it hurt?”

“Not at all.”

Jim thought about it a moment, then nodded.

Spock’s hand came up to rest on his face and Jim wouldn’t exactly say it hurt, but he felt like a little sizzle in his skin.

Then Spock’s hand dropped away and he was staring at Jim in wonder.

Jim frowned. “That did help but I did feel something. Was that how it is supposed to feel?”

“No, it is not. You are…”

“Then what?”

“My T’hy’la.”

Flash Fic, April 11, 2024

“Hey Bones.”

McCoy looked up from a PADD he was scrutinizing.

“What are you doing?”

“Doctor stuff.”

Jim smiled faintly. “About time. Anything I need to know?”

“Nah. What’s up, Jim?” McCoy put his PADD in a nearby drawer. “You here for a reason or just showing up to annoy me?”

“I have a reason. Getting to annoy you is just an extra benefit.”

“Mmm. Coffee?”

He made his way to the replicator so Jim followed him.

“Yeah. Extra cream.”

“I know,” Bones grumbled.

“Do you know why Spock and Uhura broke up?”

“Probably seemed logical.” He handed the coffee to Jim and then made himself one. “Not really sure how she put up with him that long. I know before it was when he was going to go to the colony.”

“Right. This time, I guess, he confessed or whatever that he had feelings for someone else.”

McCoy took a swallow of coffee. “Is that right? He has feelings?”

“Bones.”

Bones shrugged. “Can’t help but wonder. They were together, what, a hundred years, and he never did fully commit.”

Jim frowned. “Maybe she didn’t either. It doesn’t have to be all Spock’s fault.”

“I suppose. Do you have a point, Jim, or did you just come here to gossip?”

Jim’s gaze narrowed. “About as much point as you do when you show up uninvited to the bridge.”

His friend smirked. “Touche. All right. Continue.”

“He said it was a he.”

“What was a he?”

“The one he has feelings for.”

Bones got a strange look then. Well, stranger then Bones usually looked, which was strange.

“Did he now? How interesting.”

Jim nodded. “I thought so.” He sipped his own coffee.  “Any ideas who? HE wouldn’t tell me. Said I could figure it out.”

“And you haven’t?”

“No. It’s driving me a bit crazy,” Jim admitted. “So? No ideas?”

“Well, I do have an idea, but I’m afraid I have to get back to work.”

“Huh? What?”

“I’m running a sickbay here, Jim.”

“I have to agree with Spock. Figure it out.”

Jim huffed. “Fine. You’re as annoying as he is.”

“I’m sure.” Bones grinned and padded Jim’s arm. “Good luck.”

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 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.

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Flash Fic, April 28, 2023

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“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.”

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.

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?”

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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.”

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