Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Fan Fiction and Personal Ramblings



Flash Fic, September 28, 2020

Leonard knocked on the door of the apartment of someone he frankly didn’t care to see, but, well, here he was. If they put up the picture of the best best friend in the world on some kind of list, he was certain he’d be A Number One.

The door was opened and there stood his nemesis.

Okay, not really. But—


“Asshole.” Leonard sighed. “Okay, okay. Sorry. Spock. Look, I don’t want to be here anymore than you want me to be here, but…for Jim’s sake I am. He’s really really upset over your fight and I think…whatever it was about…you should seek him out and make things right.”

Spock straightened. “You assume it was my doing?”

“Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. I know Jim can be challenging. But the truth of the matter is, who cares who was at fault or who said what or did what? Does any of that matter if you end up losing Jim? Because I have to tell you, Spock, you are in danger of that. Jim doesn’t trust or love easily. And once you lost that, it’s probably gone forever. So be the bigger one here, Spock. Go to Jim and fix this. You won’t be sorry if you do that, but you may be otherwise.”

Leonard left then, hoping that what he’d said to Spock would be good enough. He had a class to go to then.

Much later he returned to a dark dorm.

He called out, “Jim?”

Because ever since his fight with Spock, Jim had been moping around the place.  


Leonard spotted on the table a six-pack of beer, a pizza, and a plate with a donut. There was a note too.

With Spock. Thanks. We both owe you. ❤

Leonard smiled and reached for the pizza. Then went for the donut first.

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Flash Fic Friday, November 03,217

This week’s prompt was “Amnesia” which I came up with myself, lol. And this begins a little series I am doing for the month of November. So Fridays will be 3, 10, 17 and 24. Those days will all be the same Spock and Jim. And I am going a bit OMS but not too too far into the future.

When he opened his eyes all he saw was a sliver of brown. He opened his eyes wider and the brown became eyes, deep rich chocolate eyes that morphed into a very attractive man with pale skin, sharp manicured eyebrows, and pointed ears.

He smiled. “You an elf?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“The ears,” he mumbled sleepily. He licked his dry lips. “Water.”

A cup was held up to his mouth and his head held gently as it was tipped forward to allow him to drink.

“What happened?”

“You collapsed in the cornfield. I discovered you there. I suspect that you overheated in the sun. I have brought your body temperature down by removing your clothing and immersing you in cool water.”

He realized then he lay not in a bed but in a tub of water. He blinked rapidly. “Did you-you took off my clothes?”

“Of course, considering—”

“Who are you?”

The man stopped, tilted his head. “What?”

“You must be pretty familiar with me to take off my clothes.”

“I am…your husband.”

“My husband? I think I would remember having a sexy elf as my husband.”

“Obviously the excessive heat has tampered with your brain. I am Spock.”

“Spock, huh? Okay. Well it’s kind of cold in here now, Spock. Could I maybe get out of the tub?”

“At once,” said Spock.

Spock stood up and reached down and scooped him up out of the tub and into his arms effortlessly.

He licked his lips. “What’s my name?”

“You have forgotten your own name?” Spock looked vaguely skeptical.

“That’s the way it normally works.”

“Does it?”


“Jim. Your name is Jim.”

“Jim,” he tried out the name. “Yeah, that sounds right.”

That earned him a raised eyebrow as the one called Spock carried him from the bathroom and toward a bedroom down at the end of the hall.

The bed was already unmade, the covers having been pulled aside.

“It looks like you were prepared for me,” Jim said as he was laid down on the mattress. He supposed he ought to feel embarrassed being naked and wet in front of this elf guy.

“Yes, as I explained I am your husband.”

Jim smiled, unable to resist. “If you’re an elf, what does that make me? Santa?”

Spock stared at him. “That is illogical. And I am a Vulcan.”

“A Vulcan? What is that?”

Spock pursed his lips. “Jim, do we really have to continue this?”

“Not having any fun huh?”

“Role playing is not my forte,” Spock reminded him. “Can you not say you remember me now and the amnesia is finished?”

Jim chuckled as he pulled Spock into bed with him. “Okay, okay. But it was hot to have you carry me into the house from the cornfields.”

“I can do that anytime without the need for subterfuge.” Spock pressed his lips to Jim. “And now we can move on to the better part of your game.”

“Mm.” Jim stuck his tongue into Spock’s mouth. “How much time do we have before Bones arrives for his visit?”

“Four point five hours.”

“Oh great. We can do it two or three times by then.”

Spock nodded and pushed him deep into the mattress.

The doorbell downstairs rang.

“Seriously? He’s early!”

Spock got off Jim and began to toss Jim’s clothes at him. “I do wonder why you invited him.”

“He’s lonely after—”

“Yes,” Spock said softly. He helped Jim finish dressing as the doorbell rang again. “He is impatient.”

“That’s his middle name.”

“I thought it was Horatio.”

Jim sighed then laughed as he put his arms around Spock’s neck. “I love you.”

“As I love you. Let us go before he breaks down our door.”

Jim grabbed Spock’s arm and went down to prepare for their guest.

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