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Flash Fic, December 18, 2024

I’m thinking only a few more parts of this after this one. Maybe 2-3 flashes to make up the final chapter.

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“I have some questions for you if you don’t mind,” Jim told Amanda later that morning as he dug into a plate of surprisingly good replicated eggs and potatoes.

They were seated at the marble dining room table in her kitchen. Spock had been summoned to speak with his father so it was just the two of them.

She smiled encouragingly as she took a bite of her blueberry scone. “Go ahead.”

“What’s it like being bonded to a Vulcan?”

“Has Spock asked you to bond with him?’

Jim laughed. “Nope. But he did take me to the ceremonial area and assured me it wasn’t intended to mean anything.”

“Ah.” She nodded. “I see.”

Jim ate another bite of potatoes. “Did you do that whole thing when you bonded with Sarek?”

“Oh, no.” She shook her head and smiled. “They were adamantly against it involving an outsider, you see. Sarek was considered a rebel when he chose to marry me. He’d been previously bonded to a Vulcan, but she died in childbirth many years ago.”

“Spock has a half-sibling?’

“Yes, although we never talk about Sybok. Let’s just say he is not close to the family. Anyway when Sarek and I decided to marry he wished for it to include a bond. The elders refused to do an official bonding ceremony with a Human involved, so Sarek bonded us himself.”

“So I’d guess Spock would run into a similar situation should he ever decide to bond with me.”

She shrugged. “Perhaps. But attitudes change all the time and elders die off and are replaced with more modern thinking Vulcans. It is hard to know for sure.”

“What’s the bond itself like? Is it painful or uncomfortable?”

“Heavens, no. Never. It’s probably not what you’re imagining. At least based on what my own hesitations were about. I feared it would be intrusive.”

“It’s not?”

“No. Most of the time it merely feels like a warm mental hug, if that makes any sense. I can get a sense of Sarek’s emotional state—”

“Wait, emotions?”

She laughed. “Of course, dear. If he’s upset, I can generally feel it. Anger. Even gladness. Those emotions, I sense those. But I don’t get random things like, ‘I’ll be home by four’.”

It was Jim’s turn to laugh. “That would be helpful.”

“Yes, it would. But it doesn’t really work that way. We can get each other’s direct thoughts only during melds, otherwise it’s just the emotional sense as I said. Or the warm hug. And none of it is painful. A meld is very personal and likely varies from bonded pair to bonded pair. It is nothing to fear.”

“Thanks, Amanda. I appreciate you answering my probably invasive questions.”

“Not at all. I suspect you will need this information yourself soon.”

“I don’t know. Like I said he hasn’t asked.”

“I know my son and he feels deeply for you, Jim. You’ll see.”

Flash Fic, December 17, 2024

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“So, this is ‘the forge’, huh?” Jim asked as they wandered around an ancient area of Vulcan that Spock had brought him to the morning after their arrival. Not that anything on Vulcan wasn’t ancient. Everything seemed to be thousands if not millions of years.

Spock had briefly explained on the way to Vulcan that Vulcan children were generally informally bonded. Sort of an engagement bond, though most often Vulcans referred to their betrothal as spouses.

Spock was supposed to have been bonded but the other family changed their mind before the official ceremony.

Anyway, apparently, according to what Spock told him, somewhat shyly and with obvious embarrassment, Vulcans came to this area to officially mate at the appointed time. It was all more than a little strange in Jim’s opinion, which of course he kept to himself. He didn’t want to offend Spock or any of the other Vulcans, especially Sarek.

“It is.” Spock looked uncomfortable, and not because of the excessive heat, which certainly was making Jim uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong?” Jim wondered.

“It merely occurred to me that my showing you this might give you the wrong impression.”

Jim smiled faintly. “And what would that be?”

“That I intended to pressure you into something you are not prepared for. May never be ready for.”

Jim didn’t respond immediately, instead he walked around the area with stone arches and a rather enormous gong. “What’s this for?”

“The Vulcan male strikes it to begin the ceremony.”

“Ah.” Jim touched it. “All the elders don’t watch, do they?”

“Certainly not. Once the bond itself has been established, the elders depart, and the couple continue the rest of what is required.”

“Mm. Required,” he murmured.

“You did ask to see this area,” Spock said somewhat stiffly.

“I wanted to, yes. I’m just…taking it all in. Based on what you’ve said or maybe what you’ve not said, I’m guessing you are intending to establish that you don’t want to pressure me into a bond with you.”

Spock hesitated but then nodded. “I am aware that it is not something entirely acceptable to others outside of Vulcan.”

“Did your mom bond with your dad?”

“She did.”

“And she doesn’t seem worse for wear.”

“I would urge you not to treat the matter lightly, Jim.”

Jim snorted. “Well, as of this moment, you haven’t even asked me, so I’m not sure how I am supposed to take it seriously, Spock. I’m not a delicate flower, I can assure you of that. And there aren’t any misunderstandings between us and I don’t feel pressured to do anything since you haven’t asked.”

“Jim—”

“This is cool, well hot really, but can we go back to you parents house? It’s really hot out here and I think I’m getting burned.”

Spock looked instantly contrite. “I am sorry. I didn’t even think.”

He smiled and touched Spock’s arm. “It’s fine, all right? But let’s go back. I’m also kind of hungry.”

Spock nodded. “You have not yet had breakfast. I have appropriate Human food to your liking programmed in the replicators.”

They turned from the ceremonial forge and began to make their way back toward Sarek’s and Amanda’s house.

Flash Fic, December 12, 2024

Cool fact, today would have been my father’s 102 birthday!

This is Part One…. (warning for strong language)

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Ten years earlier

“Don’t walk away from me in the middle of this!” Jim shouted. He was furious. He couldn’t remember when he was this angry.

Spock took a step back and shook his head. “I require meditation.”

Meditation? Are you fucking kidding me? Right now?”

His eyes were impossibly dark. “I require meditation at this exact moment so that I do not give into the desire to strangle you.”

Jim gasped. “Are we really fucking back to that? Just try it, mister, and I’ll have you court martialed before you can say Kobayashi Maru!”

Bones stepped in and put his hand on Jim’s arm. “Jim, take a deep breath. Calm down.”

Jim felt enraged. “I don’t want to fucking calm down, Bones. I’m done.”

“Jim—”

“Nope. Fuck you, Spock. You can go straight to hell.”

And with that he stormed off and away.

Ten years later

“It was great having dinner with you, Captain. I mean admiral,” Sulu quickly corrected himself. He glanced at his husband and now young adult daughter, Demora. “We all enjoyed it.”

Jim smiled. “Jim will do. It was great for me too. I can’t believe you’re entering the Academy, Demora.”

She blushed a little. “Yes, sir. I hope to be a pilot like Dad.”

Jim winked. “You have lofty aspirations but I have no doubt you’ll succeed.”

They stepped outside of the restaurant and on to the San Francisco street. It was a little cool so Jim pulled his coat around him.

“You want us to give you a lift to your apartment?” Sulu asked.  

“No, that’s all right. I don’t mind the walk and it’s not that far.”

Sulu hesitated but then nodded. “You ever hear from Spock, sir?”

“Spock? No. We don’t keep in touch.”

“I just thought…never mind. I guess he’s probably on New Vulcan.”

“Maybe so.”

Ben spoke up then. “If you aren’t doing anything for Christmas, Jim, we’d love to have you over to our place. I make a great turkey.”

Jim shook his head. “Actually, I’m meeting Bones in Aspen, Colorado. I leave in a couple of days.”

“Oh.” Sulu’s expression brightened. “That’s good. Give Leonard our best.”

“I will.”

He gave Demora a quick hug, and then her parents too. “Merry Christmas.”

Then despite their offer again of a ride, Jim continued on his way.

Flash Fic, December 04, 2024

We return to the ChessMaster and Too Sexy today.

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“Well, looks like I’m basically settled into your apartment now, Spock. I didn’t have a lot. Just some clothes and a few personal things. All the furniture in the dorm was Starfleet’s.”

“It certainly makes the transition easier,” Spock replied. “Doctor McCoy has supplied me with enough EpiPens to place in strategic locations throughout the apartment to ensure you safety should you experience another allergic reaction to something.”

Jim snorted. “He overreacts. I doubt I’ll run across, uh, Frieresty Weed anytime soon.”

Spock shrugged slightly. “Since you are likely to accompany me to Vulcan later in this month, it is actually possible you will encounter it again. I am considering having Mother prearrange replicators there to make sure you are only given food that is known to already be acceptable to you.”

“A onetime allergy, Spock, hardly seems to warrant all this.”

“There may be other unknown allergens, Jim. You were unaware of Fieresty Weed before it affected you.”

“Yeah, okay. I can’t argue with that.”

Spock’s lips twitched. “It is good to know there is something you cannot.”

Jim tossed a throw pillow at him and then yawned. “God, I didn’t realize how tired I am. It’s been a lot these last few days.”

“Indeed,” Spock agreed. “Your hospitalization, going to Riverside, and now the move. I suggest you take a long hot shower and then dress in your pajamas. There is no need to go anywhere. I will order you some food when you are ready.”

Jim smiled. “That sounds great. Pizza maybe?”

Spock nodded. “Whatever you wish. I would like to spend the evening pampering you.”

“I would certainly like to spend the evening being pampered.” He laughed. “Happy Holidays to me.”

“And speaking of which, though we do not generally celebrate Earth holidays in my family, I am not opposed to you adorning the apartment with illogical and frivolous decorations.”

Jim hugged Spock, chuckling as he did so. “That’s me all over. Illogical and frivolous.”

“Jim—”

“I’m teasing, Spock. Let me go get that shower and then I’m all yours.”

“Mine,” Spock repeated softly. “I like the sound of that.”

Jim kissed him. “Me, too.”

Flash Fic, December 01, 2024

And here we are with the chess boys again. Enjoy

“Thanks again for inviting me to your mom’s, Jim,” Bones said as they settled down into the shuttle to make their way back to San Francisco. “It was real nice. Delicious too.”

Jim yawned and leaned against Spock. He probably shouldn’t but Spock didn’t seem to mind and in fact made room for him.

“You’re welcome, Bones. She loved having all of us there for Thanksgiving. She hasn’t been able to do a meal like that for years, so it made her happy.”

Bones nodded. “It was a pleasure. I’ll be going home over the holiday break to see my kid. What are you two lovebirds planning?”

Jim angled his head to glance at Spock. “What are we planning, fellow lovebird?”

Spock appeared a little amused. “I have no particular plans at present. Vulcans do not really celebrate holidays as we don’t believe in a higher deity. However, Mother was raised Jewish. She didn’t celebrate anything either. I am happy to do whatever you wish with regard to them. I only ask that, if possible, we spend a few days on Vulcan. My parents will have returned there by then and I would like to do so if we can.”

Jim smiled. “Of course we can. Let’s plan on it.”

Bones snorted but then asked, “When is the official move-in date?”

Spock shrugged slightly. “I defer to Jim.”

“No time like the present? I was thinking this week makes the most sense. That okay, Bones?”

“I don’t have much to say about it, do I? My only decision is whether to keep the double dorm or change to a single, so I don’t have to share with anyone. You let them know you were vacating?”

“Yeah before we left.”

“I don’t know if anyone can replace you, Jim. So I’m thinking of requesting a single.”

“Awe, Bones. You care.”

“I don’t want anyone who’s even more of a pain in the ass than you.”

Jim straightened and glanced at Spock when he heard a low rumble that might have been a laugh. He narrowed his eyes, then laughed himself.

“Whatever man, whatever.”

Flash Fic, November 27, 2024

Jim woke up early, like he always did, and made his way downstairs. He was not at all surprised to find his mother was up and already getting ready to begin the food for Thanksgiving.

She turned to him with a smile and a mug of coffee, which he took gratefully.

“You heard me getting up?” he asked, taking a grateful sip.

“Yes, plus I know you. You never sleep long. When you were little, I can count on one hand the times you slept in and it was usually when you were sick.”

“Mm. Thanks for doing all this, Mom. I know it’s a lot of work.” He glanced at the kitchen window. “There’s that snow you were talking about.”

“Just a few flakes right now. Who wants snow before Christmas anyway?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Would you peel potatoes?”

“Of course.” Jim reached for an apron and then a peeler and got to work.

“So.” His mom paused to flash him a smile. “Is it serious between you two?”

“Yeah, I think so. Bones keeps asking me that and for a while I said I wasn’t really ready to think along those lines, you know to label it or whatever.”

“And now?”

Jim grinned. “Now I can admit I’m in love.”

She laughed. “Have you told him?”

“Nah, not yet. But I will. I’m pretty sure he feels the same way. He’s asked me to live with him. Vulcans don’t do casual.” He frowned. “Or I don’t think they do. I don’t really know.”

“The way he looks at you? It’s not casual, Jimmy.”

He nodded. “I hear movement upstairs so I think Spock and Bones are about to join us.”

“Great, because I have warm buns in the oven for breakfast.”

“Wow, you really did get up early.”

“I wanted everything to be perfect,” she admitted.

“It will be, Mom. Just because we’re here together.”

She hugged him. “Happy Thanksgiving, honey.”

“Happy Thanksgiving, Mom.”   

Flash Fic, November 26, 2024

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Jim’s mother picked them up from the shuttlebay when they arrived the Wednesday afternoon before Thanksgiving. Leonard McCoy had accompanied them.

She hugged Jim for a long time, then turned to McCoy.

“Leonard, it’s good to see you again. I’m so glad you decided to come along.”

“Thank you for having me.”

She turned to Spock. “And you’re Spock. I wish I could say I’ve heard a lot about you, but Jim’s tightlipped.”

Jim laughed. “Mom.”

“Nevertheless, I’m happy you’re here. I know you’re a vegetarian so have no fear, I have dishes that are Vulcan friendly.”

“That is kind of you, madam.”

“Winona, please. Now let’s get a move on, There’s a chance of snow later and I want us all safely settled and, in the farmhouse, where it’s warm and cozy.”

Spock had to agree a short time later when they arrived at the farmhouse that it was nicely warm and welcoming.

He was even given a room with Jim, which he hadn’t been sure that would be the case.

“Oh, please. I’m not naïve,” she’d them. “Way back when I was your age, George’s mom made us have separate bedrooms at Christmas and he snuck into my room anyway. Now that I think about it, I think that’s when your brother was conceived.”

Jim winced. “We sure didn’t need to hear that, Mom.”

She chuckled, wrapped them in embraces and then led all three of them back downstairs to where she built a fire in the fireplace.

“It’s really nice to have someone in this house other than me again,” Winona told them.

Jim who sat beside her, patted her arm. “It’s nice for us too.”

“I wish Sam would…” She sighed.

“You can’t change him. Let’s just be happy with what we have here this time.”

“You’re right of course, Jimmy. Let me tell you what we’re having tomorrow. Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, squash, broccoli, pie and—”

Jim smiled at Spock over his mother’s head and Spock felt very warm indeed.

Flash Fic, November 23, 2024

This should bring us to the Thanksgiving Riverside visit

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Jim woke up gasping and looking into the grumpy face of Bones.

“What—?”

“Easy. You’re in Starfleet Hospital. But you’re okay.”

“Hospital? Why?”

“Your boyfriend and his parents brought you here,” Bones explained. “You had an allergic reaction to the batter on a root at the restaurant where you were dining.”

The memories kicked in, and Jim nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

Bones patted his shoulder. “Want help sitting up?”

Jim moistened his lips and allowed Bones to help him into a seated position. It looked as though he was just in a room with an exam table and not an admitted room.

“Where are they?’

“Out in the waiting area. Well, Spock is. I think his parents left after I assured them you were going to be fine and would be released as soon as I got you up. How do you feel?”

“A little tired but pretty good. It’s nice to be able to breathe.”

“Right? I have something for you,” Bones told him. “You have to carry it with you at all times.”

“What? Why?”

“In case that happens again.” Bones showed him an injectable pen. “This is it. You had anaphylactic shock. That ever happen before?”

Jim shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.”

“We don’t need to take chances. If it happens again, you could die. Better to carry this. I’ll explain it all to Spock too, in case you aren’t capable of injecting yourself. I’ll also want to test you for other allergies but for now don’t eat anything with the Frieresty Weed in it.”

“That was in the batter?”

“Yes. It’s commonly used in that particular Vulcan dish. Like I said, I’ll be giving full instructions to Spock.” Bones eyed him. “He mentioned you’re going to move in with him.”

Jim winced. “I did kind of say yes, yeah. I was going to tell you after the Thanksgiving break.”

“I see.”

“Speaking of, you want to come with us to Riverside for Thanksgiving? Mom’s making a feast.”

Bones smiled slowly. “A feast huh? Turkey and all the fixings?”

“Of course.”

“All right. I’ll come. You think she’ll mind?”

“Nope.”

“How about him? He gonna mind?”

Jim laughed. “No. But even if he did, I’d persuade him. So I can go home?”

“Yes. Well, with Spock. I want him to keep an eye on you.” Bones helped him down from the table. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

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Flash Fic, November 22, 2024

Finally the continuation

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To say Jim was nervous to have dinner with Spock’s parents was an understatement. In less than a week, though, he’d be bringing Spock home with him to Riverside to meet Winona and have Thanksgiving, so he guessed they were somewhat even.

Not that his mom was even half as intimidating as Sarek was. His expression seemed to always be somewhat pinched. Set in disproval. Spock assured him that he was imagining it but Jim wasn’t so sure.

A vegetarian restaurant had been chosen since Jim was the only one who ate meat, apparently, Amanda having given it up when she’d married Sarek and moved to Vulcan.

Jim wasn’t generally picky so he was okay with whatever.

“Spock tells us you met at the chess club.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Jim had decided to order a beer even though the other three did not have any alcohol. He took a big gulp, realized he had foam all over his lips, and quickly wiped it off with a napkin. “I’m not in the club anymore though.”

Amanda gave him a quizzical look. “Why is that?”

“Oh.” Jim blinked, glanced at Spock, and ducked his head.

Spock cleared his throat. “Due to some unpleasant members, Jim and I both  no longer participate.”

“That’s unfortunate. I know how you like to play.”

“Since Jim is the best opponent I have faced, it is not a hardship.”

Sarek arched a brow. “Other than me, I would assume.”

“Yes, of course, Father,” Spock said, demurely.

“Meeting Spock is the best part of having joined the club,” Jim said quickly. “How long are you on Earth?”

Amanda laughed. “Are you trying to get rid of us?”

“No, no, I—”

“I’m teasing, Jim. No need to be so nervous and apprehensive. I assure you that neither myself nor my husband bite. Our intention is to return to Vulcan after the Terran holiday season, in January.” She smiled. “I understand your birthday is in early January.”

“Yes. But generally we don’t celebrate it.”

“I can certainly understand why, but if you are not too bothered by the idea, we would love to take you to dinner for it.”

Jim smiled. “Thanks. That sounds nice.”

“Spock says you are going to Riverside in a few days to celebrate Thanksgiving with your mom. I bet you’re looking forward to that.”

He laughed. “Maybe. My mom can be pretty enthusiastic when about people I date.”

“Have you dated many?” Sarek asked, politely.

“Er. No. I mean not that many I’ve, uh, introduced to my mom.” He reached for a sliced vegetable “fry” that was on a platter in the middle of the table and shoved it in his mouth so he wouldn’t have to talk.

But as he swallowed it, the voices of Spock and his parents faded away to background noise. He struggled to breathe and his throat began to close up.

Spock’s concerned face appeared in his vision and Jim pointed to his throat, then he passed out.

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