Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Fan Fiction and Personal Ramblings



Flash Fic, August 12, 2020

“Three months stuck on this rock.”

Jim eyed his brother dispassionately as he set a box behind the counter. “You got some place better to be?”

“Any where’s better than here. They don’t even know how to party in ShiKahr.”

Jim shook his head. “You’re engaged to Aurelan. It’s time to forget about partying.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “I don’t mean screwing around, I mean drinking. I haven’t found a single bar. Mom said there would be.”

Jim bent down to open a box. “Probably said that so you’d come.”

“Yeah, I figured. Soon as summer’s over, I’m leaving. Supposed to meet Aurelan in Illinois September the first.” Sam ran his hands through his hair. “Anyway, who’d be stupid enough to open a non-dairy ice cream place in the capitol city of Vulcan.”

“Give Mom a break, will ya? Anyway, she was asked to open it. To give it a try by her company. If it doesn’t work out, she’ll go home.”

Sam leaned against the closed door of the shop. “What about you? You’re not staying beyond the summer, are you?”

“I don’t know.”

“No? Thought you were thinking of taking after Dad and getting yourself killed in Starfleet.”

“Shut up. I haven’t even decided about any of that.”

“Well, you’d better decide soon or Mom will take over your life for you.” Sam straightened. “I’m gonna go get more boxes.”

Jim watched Sam leave the shop, and he left the door open. Jim considered closing it again, as they weren’t even close to being ready to open, but considering it was super warm and stuffy, he left it that way and continued getting ready.

It was about ten minutes later when he heard someone sort of shuffle inside. He was down below the counter, stocking goods, so he stood up, ready to tell whoever it was they weren’t open yet.

But the words stilled in his throat as he looked at the most gorgeous guy he’d ever seen. Most gorgeous Vulcan guy. Any guy, sure. But his gorgeous guy was Vulcan.


Smooth Jim.

The Vulcan looked anxiously from the door to Jim, a slight furrow between his brows. “Who…”

Jim came forward from behind the counter, wiping his hands on the apron, subconsciously. He knew Vulcans didn’t shake hands or anything.

“Jim. Jim Kirk.”

The Vulcan’s lips quirked very slightly. “Spock. Who owns this place and what is it?”

“Oh. My mother. Winona Kirk. She’s with the Tastes Like Real Ice Cream Co. This is the, uh, the first shop of its kind on Vulcan.” Jim shifted. “Non-dairy. Vegan.”

“I see.”

Jim glanced toward the counter. “I can offer you a sample.”

“You are not open, are you?”

“Well, no. Getting set up.”

Spock nodded. “Forgive me for the intrusion. I am meeting my mother for lunch in ShiKahr and just saw someone I hoped to avoid. I ducked into the first open door.”

Jim smiled. “My fortune then. Sample?”

“I really should not. My mother will be waiting.”

Yet he followed Jim to the counter when Jim went there and behind it.

“I’ve only got a couple of flavors available. Uh. Not chocolate.” Jim winked.

Spock arched a brow. “No indeed.”

Jim put the little sampler spoon in the vanilla and handed it to Spock. “Not that I think you’re a vanilla kind of guy or anything.”

Spock did not react to that, so Jim figured it had gone over the Vulcan’s head.

“It is quite good. I will have to return to try other flavors when you are open. Something more adventurous than vanilla.” He quirked that brow again and Jim couldn’t help but grin in response.

“Yeah, yeah, definitely.”

“I must go now.”

Spock turned around and went to the shop door. Then he looked back at Jim.

“When do you get off work?”

“Oh. I guess somewhere around six-thirty.”

“And do you live nearby?”

Jim nodded. “Yeah. We’re staying in an apartment above the shop, actually.”

“I would like to ask you to dinner, Jim. May I come by at seven to have you accompany me?”

Jim couldn’t agree fast enough. “Yes. Yes. I’ll be ready.”

Spock inclined his head. “I will see you then.”

He made it through the door just as Jim’s mom was coming in with a box.

“Good day,” Spock murmured.

She watched Spock walk down the street.  “Who was that?”


She laughed. “Spock? Who is Spock?”

“My date for this evening.”

“Figures. Only here a day and already has a date.”

“Who has a date?” Sam asked, coming in, arms full of boxes.

“Jimmy?” She put a box down on the counter. “With a very handsome Vulcan.”

“What? I wasn’t even gone but a few minutes!”

“That’s Jimmy. Charms them every time. Let’s break for lunch. I’m starving.”

Flash Fic, June 01, 2020

Spock watched somewhat apprehensively as the human’s boy’s gaze skittered over the room, landing nowhere.

“This will be your room.”

“Okay,” Jim said in a small voice.

Earlier, Spock’s mom had made cinnamon cookies and she had given one to Jim. To Spock’s discomfort, Jim had merely stared long and hard at the cookie. Spock had been about to advise Jim that he should eat it when his mother had firmly shaken her head at him.

Jim had then asked for a napkin and when he’d received one, he had carefully wrapped it around the cookie.

Spock’s mother had advised him that he wasn’t to make a fuss over anything Jim did unless it was directly harmful to Jim or someone else. So now Jim still had the wrapped cookie in hand and while Spock watched he walked over to the chest full of drawers, opened one of them, and placed the cookie inside.

Spock wanted to tell him that no one, no one, would take the cookie from him. In fact, Jim could have all the cookies he could eat, Spock would make sure of that, but his mother’s words of warning still rang in his head so he remained silent.

Earlier, Jim had showered under the supervision of Spock’s mother. His hair was still damp and plastered to his head and surprisingly he looked even smaller and slighter than before.

That Sarek thought Jim should go to another family on Vulcan in the condition he clearly was in, was quite unfathomable to Spock. For all that Sarek was married to a human and had a human foster daughter, Spock did not think Sarek knew humans very well at all.

“You should rest for the night, Jim,” he told the boy. “The bed has been made to be comfortable for you. There should be everything you need here. I am not far should you need anything, however. There is also a call button next to the bed if you need Mother.”

“I understand.”

Spock wished to say more but didn’t know what. So he turned to leave, his hand resting near the off switch for the light.

“No,” Jim said urgently.

Spock turned quickly back.

“Can you…leave the light on?” Jim wouldn’t look at him. “The…darkness…I don’t…”

“Yes,” Spock said. “I will leave it on.”

Jim nodded. Still not looking at Spock.


When he stepped outside, Michael was waiting for him. Spock was not surprised.

“How is he?”


“I can see why.” She reached down and pulled a stuffed dog out of her bag and handed it to Spock. “Give him this.”

Spock frowned. “I do not think…”

“Give it to him. It’ll help.” She turned and went back to her room.

Spock turned back to Jim’s door and knocked softly. Then he opened the door and stepped inside.

“Jim, Michael thought you might wish to have this while here.”

Jim eyed the dog. “I’m not a child.”

He nodded. “That is what I expected. I will tell her that you are not interested in having it.”

“You can…leave it. There on the bed.”

Surprised, Spock brought the stuffed dog to the bed and left it there. Jim still not meeting his gaze.

“Goodnight,” he said. And once more left Jim’s room.

Winter Story Sneak Peek

So I started on The Winter Story. Wrote about 800 words so far. It’s nowhere near to being launched into the wider world. I plan to get very very far into it before that point. But I thought those of you who check me out here might want a sneak peek. So here you go.

“Hey! Are you okay? Hello. Can you hear me? Oh, man. You must be freezing.”

Spock blinked rapidly and his vision began to clear. Someone was rubbing him frantically, his frozen limbs, and he had to admit it felt good.

A man leaned over him and Spock’s breath caught in his throat.


Startled blue eyes stared down at him. “How’d you know my name?’

Spock shook his head.

“Never mind.” Jim glanced to the side and then back to Spock. “We should get you up and out of here. Can you walk?”

It had taken a moment for Spock’s universal translator, carefully hidden amongst his clothing, to kick in. English. American English.

“Yes, I believe I am capable,” Spock replied carefully.

Jim reached down and helped Spock up from the snow bank. “Bad place for you to pass out. Have you been drinking?”

He had an accent, Spock noted. Eastern United States. New England. That made sense since that was where the Enterprise had advised Spock should go. He had prepared as best he could, wearing appropriate attire for the time period, and a woolen cap upon his head to hide his pointed ears.

“I do not drink.”

Jim stepped close enough to Spock that he could smell a spicy sort of aftershave. He was sniffing Spock. “All right. Sure. I don’t smell anything. Anyway, we’d better get you inside.”

As Jim linked his arm through Spock’s and around his waist, Spock was able to tell that this Jim was perhaps an inch or two shorter than the James T Kirk he knew on the Enterprise. But otherwise, he could have been Spock’s Jim. Not that Jim had belonged to Spock. He’d wanted that, yes, but it was so very complicated.

Jim led him up a cobbled twisted path to the front door of a small house, more of a cottage, really. Jim fished into the pants he wore and then pulled out what looked to be an old key. He opened the door and then pulled Spock inside, flicking a switch on the wall that illuminated the room in light.

“You’re lucky you passed out where you did,” Jim was saying as he removed his heavy black overcoat. “A few feet to the left and you’d have fallen in the water. Probably drowned.”

It was true that Spock had not been sure where exactly he would arrive in Jim’s small New England town. He had not intended to find himself lying in a frozen heap of wet white stuff.

Jim hung up his coat and then removed his own wool hat. He placed both of them on a wooden pole with arms. He wore jeans and a blue flannel shirt that set off his extremely blue eyes even more. He was absolutely stunning.

“I’m Jim, by the way. Jim Kirk.” He frowned. “Did you know my name?”

“Someone mentioned you in town,” Spock said. “I am Spock.”

“Spock? Kind of a strange name. What’s your full name?”

“Just Spock.”

Jim smiled a little. “Well. Okay. We should get you out of those clothes and into something warmer. I have a robe you can wear I guess while your clothes dry. Not sure I have like pants and things to fit you.”

Apparently this Jim was something of a babbler, Spock noted. Jim left him standing in the front hall as he disappeared toward the bedrooms.

Spock glanced around. It was a simple layout with just a living room with a fireplace, a kitchen, and a breakfast nook. The corridor Jim had gone through was short and led to what appeared to be three bedrooms and a bathroom.

Jim reappeared holding what Spock recalled was a terrycloth robe. It was a dark burgundy color. “My sister gave me this for last Christmas. Anyway, the bathroom’s there, so why don’t you take those off and put this on.” He thrust it at Spock, who took it. “I have some bean soup I’ll heat up. You want some coffee or something?”

“If you have tea, I would be appreciative.”

“Sure, I have tea. I even have hot chocolate if that’s your preference.”

“Not tonight, thank you.”

He took the robe and went into the bathroom, removing the cold, wet clothing. The robe smelled a little like the spicy aftershave Jim wore. He surveyed the bathroom cabinets and discovered a bottle of what was called, Old Spice.

Spock eyed himself in the mirror and decided except for his ears, he passed easily for a human here. He would be forced to leave the cold, wet woolen cap on so as not to startle Jim.

Spock had to be very careful. He did not know exactly what date the computer had chosen for him. He had instructed the computer to make sure that it would be well in advance of the day he came to prevent.

He was here to make sure that this human, his captain’s ancestor, was not murdered.


Upcoming Stories

As you may or may not know I have a series on AO3 that is Star Trek fairytales. Currently this includes the now legendary, Slave as well as Trading Places, a sort of take on Prince and the Pauper, and the very sad, tragic, Every Four Years, my leap year short.

Look for the next story in the fairytale series coming to an A03 post near you. The next one will be Cinderella, staring our own Jim Kirk as Cinderella, and the Vulcany prince looking for his true love at the ball.


Here’s my sweet peasant


And the Vulcany prince (just imagine ears)


Perfection, right?

When? In the future is all I can say.

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