Search

Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Fan Fiction and Personal Ramblings

Tag

Bombay

Bombay, Chapter 3

Photo by Kelvin Valerio on Pexels.com

“There are some options with regard to your leg.”

Spock looked up in surprise as he carefully got down from the exam table. “Options, Doctor?”

Leonard McCoy shrugged slightly as he studied his medical tricorder with Spock’s latest results on them. McCoy was the CMO at Starfleet Hospital in San Francisco. It was located directly beside Federation HQ. 

“I was told there was nerve damage and nothing could be done.”

“There coming up with new treatments all the time, Spock. In fact, a Doctor M’Benga has extensive knowledge of the physiology of Vulcans. I would recommend making an appointment with him.”

Spock took in this information and ventured to ask, “Where is this doctor located?”

“On Vulcan at the moment,” McCoy advised. He lowered his tricorder. “How’s the pain in that leg?”

“Manageable. On cold days it gets stiff. And when I do too much walking.”

“I’ll write you a prescription that should help with that. Vulcan friendly.”

“The earliest I can plan to see M’Benga on Vulcan would be the next break between semesters at the Academy,” Spock said.

“I understand. Just think about it. It’s possible he can’t do anything, but if he can, it’s worth looking into, yeah?”

“Perhaps,“ Spock acknowledged.

Spock departed and headed for his apartment. The walk was a little longer than his typical walk to the campus, but in some ways Spock thought exercising his leg might be good for him. He’d possibly be sorry for it later.

When he made it home, just as a light drizzle began, the cat was waiting for him by the door. He appeared to want to dart out of the apartment into the drizzle, but Spock got the door closed before Bombay could make good on his escape.

“I can see how you must have gotten away from your care giver,” Spock remarked out loud as he moved into the kitchen to prepare himself tea and feed the cat.

As Spock spooned out the smelly food into a dish, the cat rubbed against his legs. He put the food down, made himself tea and a bean burrito and headed to his terminal to grade tests.

He’d only been sitting there five minutes when Bombay leapt into his lap and settled down there.   

Rather than fight a losing battle where Spock made him leave only to have him return, repeat, he just allowed the furry pest to remain.

When the cat stared at him while he ate his burrito, Spock even began to share little bites with him. He made a mental note to check with the veterinary’s office to learn if anyone had come forward to claim Bombay.

Once he finished his grading, he signed into his Academy email account and found an email from Nyota.

“If you’re interested in my class on the disappearance of James Kirk, the class will be next Thursday at ten in the morning. It’s kind of a strange case and I thought you might be curious. I’m surprised you don’t know more about the details but then again you were on active duty on the Enterprise when it occurred. Attached is a picture.”

Spock clicked on the link and a very good-looking young Human male appeared on his screen. And yes, Nyota had been right. He had incredibly striking blue eyes.

Bombay uncurled from Spock’s lap and stared at the picture. Then to Spock’s surprise he raised paw and put it on the picture and meowed loud.

Most strange.

Bombay, Chapter 2

Photo by Kelvin Valerio on Pexels.com

Spock stopped briefly on the way home to purchase a pet bed for Bombay as that had not been one of the supplied he’d been given when he agreed to foster the cat. He chose what looked plush and comfortable. At least from a cat’s point of view.
Or Spock thought.
They’d given him a cat carrier too, so once he opened the door to his apartment, he set all the things down and then put the cat carrier on the floor and opened the gate to allow Bombay to explore the surroundings.
The vet’s office had warned him that the cat would likely be skittish and not want to have anything to do with the place at first, but Bombay immediately ran out of the carrier and started checking out Spock’s apartment.
Spock left him to it and went into his kitchen to open a can of cat food to feed the feline. It smelled awful and fishy to Spock and he wondered why any cat would eat it, but with a shrug, he set the dish down for Bombay.
It took a few minutes but the cat came over to the dish and gobbled down most of the contents.
After that Spock sat down at his desk to work on grading tests that he’d required for his students to take. He paid little attention to the cat for some time.
An hour had passed when he decided to get up to make himself tea and when he entered his kitchen he spotted Bombay on the top of the refrigerator. On the floor were several containers Spock had placed there to store them.
“Did you do that?” Spock asked, illogically, as it could be no other.
Bombay meowed.
“Come down from there.”
The cat leapt down right onto Spock and dug his claws into Spock’s stomach when he dropped the cat in surprise. The scratches left across his abdomen stung and were bleeding.
With a sigh, Spock went into the bathroom, removed his now bloodstained shirt, and applied first aid to the marks left by his visitor. He chose a new shirt and went back to his desk only to find Bombay occupying his chair.
“You are determined to try my patience.”
Spock tried to move the cat but he wouldn’t budge more than an inch or so, and therefore, as a means of compromise, Spock occupied about a quarter of the chair, leaving the rest to his guest.


“You adopted a cat?” Nyota Uhura asked Spock the next afternoon while they dined on the outdoor patio of the Starfleet Academy restaurant.
“No. I have definitely not adopted him. I am fostering him until his rightful caretaker can be located and they are reunited.”
“Hmm.” She shook her head and added artificial sweetener to her coffee. She was a friend and colleague at the Academy. She taught communications and languages as well as a course in Federation history.
“What does hmm mean?”
“You did say he spent the night sleeping on your bed.”
“I secured him his own fine and plush pet bed for his use,” Spock said sourly. “He refused to even try it.”
Nyota laughed. “Cats have minds of their own. Anyway, you may think of him as temporary but it sure sounds like he has other ideas. What’s his name anyway?”
“I do not know his real name as he had no collar or microchip but I am calling him Bombay.”
“Bombay?”
“For sapphires.”
She arched her brows. “Like the gin?”
“Yes. Or the Star of India, though lighter. He has blue eyes.”
Nyota smiled and picked up her chicken salad sandwich. “That’s cute. Speaking of blue eyes, we’re covering the old James Kirk disappearance in my class this semester.”
“James Kirk?”
“Don’t you remember? It was about five years ago. Lieutenant Commander Kirk was on the starship, Endeavor. Was on his way in a shuttlecraft with medical staff to drop off supplies to a colony on Rigel 9 but some storm anomaly caused the shuttlecraft to crash on a planetoid near Rigel 9. Unnamed. They found the remains of the medical staff in the crash but never any sign of Kirk.”
Spock nodded. “I do recall hearing about it. I never did have all the details. What does that have to do with blue eyes?”
“He had very blue eyes. Handsome guy. Like all the Kirks. I guess his family refused to give up searching for him for years after. I think they finally did last year. He’s presumed dead.” She sighed. “Anyway he had a fantastic reputation and was an exemplary officer. Very well liked. Sad story. So we’re covering during my history course. Your cat’s blue eyes made me think of it.”
“He is not my cat,” Spock insisted. “He is a temporary guest.”
She ginned. “Of course he is.”

Bombay, Chapter 1

A while ago, I did a fic where Spock was a cat, Nine Lives. I don’t remember the exact date. It was so much fun I’ve been itching to do something sorta similar.

So, for the next several Fridays you can expect a new chapter of Bombay. Not sure how long it will be so it may go into months on here before there is a resolution. Once completed it will be proofed for errors and go on AO3. But that’s going to be a while, so for now the place to read Bombay will be here on Fridays.

This is an AU. You won’t see most of our usual friends in their accepted roles. But you will see most of them.

This isn’t exactly how Bombay looks but use your imagination! LOL

Photo by Kelvin Valerio on Pexels.com

Chapter One: A Companion

Spock had taken an apartment close to the Academy Campus where he worked full time as a professor.

Prior to his employment there, he’d served aboard a starship under Captain Pike, but after an injury to his left leg caused him to have a permanent limp, Spock had been retired from active duty.

For the most part he found his present position fulfilling. He kept in regular touch with his mother and had a small circle of friends he saw occasionally.

As most Vulcan children had been, Spock had been preliminarily bonded to another Vulcan child. Subsequently, T’Pring, the Vulcan female, had discovered her desire to bond with another and Spock had not objected to having their link dissolved. In any event, Spock had already come to the conclusion that he preferred males.

Despite his limp, which the leg itself only pained him on certain damp days, Spock chose to walk from Campus to home. The apartment itself was on the ground floor, to the left of the cactus garden area just as one passed the double entrance doors into the courtyard.

On this particular Wednesday, he had returned from teaching early as he only had morning classes and he felt slightly under the weather so he didn’t linger at his on-campus office.

Standing in front of his apartment door was a cat. It cried loudly on Spock’s approach.

The cat was mostly white but had orange patches on the top of his head and on his paws. And he had the most striking blue eyes on a cat Spock had ever seen.

“Hello there.”

The cat rubbed against Spock’s legs, purring. He lolled around the complex, guessing the cat belonged to one of the tenants there. He wasn’t sure which one.

“Go home to your caregiver, please, and do stay out of trouble.”

Spock went into his apartment and did not think further about the cat for several days.

****

   It was on the very next Wednesday, perhaps an hour or two later, when Spock saw the cat again. What Spock saw was alarming.

The cat was outside the front of the apartment building and a man Spock did not know pulled back his leg and kicked the cat very hard, knocking the cat to the ground.

“Stop!” Spock yelled.

The man ignored Spock and kept on walking.

Spock was torn between pursuing the man and showing him what it would be like to be kicked by someone else and rendering aid to the likely injured feline. Spock’s concern for the cat won out and he approached the poor creature.

By now it had pulled itself to its feet and hidden behind shrubbery. Spock saw its big wide blue eyes staring fearfully at him.

“It is all right.” Spock crouched down. “I will not harm you. I promise.”

After a few more moments of hesitation, the cat came out and sniffed warily at Spock’s outstretched hand. He mewled.

Spock picked up the cat and stood. “I’m afraid it’s off to the veterinarian for you, my friend.”

He knew of one a block or so away and though he didn’t really relish the walk in the windy afternoon, he had no choice. He did not own a hover car and the cat needed to be seen.

About an hour later, a Dr. Chapel examined the cat.

“Well, the good news is he’d just a bit bruised and sore in the spot where the nasty man kicked him.”

“He? So the cat is a male.” Spock had not actually examined it that closely before taking it for care.

She smiled quizzically at him. “Isn’t he your cat?”

“Negative. I don’t actually know who he belongs to. He hangs around my building and I saw the man kick him. I suppose he must be microchipped.”

Dr. Chapel shook her head. “Surprisingly no. If you don’t know where he lives I guess I’ll have to get one of the girls here to watch him. I want to see how he reacts overnight and I’d like to give him some pain medication. Once he’s okay we’ll try to find his owner. If we can’t find them soon though he’s going to have to go to a shelter?”

Spock frowned. “If it is acceptable, I will take him home with me and can watch him. I am able to give him medicine. I can foster him until his caregiver is found.”

Her smile broadened. “That’s wonderful then. I’ll make sure to get you a care package of food, medicine, a litter box and litter of course. I’ll be back shortly.”

And she left Spock with the cat who was now sitting up looking at him curiously.

“I will need to call you something,” Spock said out loud. He recalled seeing a particular shade of blue in an alcohol one of his friends drank. Bombay Sapphire. “Bombay. I shall call you Bombay.”      

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑