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Bombay, Chapter 2

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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.”

Flash Fic, January 26, 2023

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Jim was resplendent when a short time later he appeared before Spock dressed and ready for their renewal ceremony. Somehow he’d obtained, Spock imagined by contacting McCoy, the embroidered robes he’d worn when they formally bonded all those years ago on New Vulcan.

“You are beautiful.”

Jim gave him a doubtful look. “Yeah? I mean It’s just a tad tight around the stomach. I guess I put on a few pounds in these last fifteen or so years.”

“Not many. You are quite fit.”

Jim smiled. “I’m more gray too. By a lot.”

“We all age, Jim.”

“Not you. Look at you. You look the same. I’m jealous.”

Spock shook his head. “You are stubborn as ever. You are magnificent and everyone knows it. Do I have the doctor to thank for sending our robes here?”

“Uh-huh. I contacted him right after I talked to T’Merr.”

“That is the priestess?”

“Yes. She’s ready anytime we are.”

“Are there to be guests?”

“Nope. I decided to make it private. Just you and me. Well her too obviously.” Jim looked uncertain. “That’s okay, right? Or should I have invited our friends?”

“I am content with just us,” Spock assured him. He took Jim’s hand in his. “Shall we?”

Jim leaned in to kiss him. “She’s waiting for us in the private garden.”

Hand in hand, the two of them walked out to the suite’s private garden area where Spock saw the Vulcan Priestess waiting for them. He didn’t remember ever seeing her before but she looked young.

“Spock, this is T’Merr. And this is Spock.”

She greeted Jim with warmth in her eyes and then turned to Spock. “I have heard much about you, Spock. I am familiar with your sire.”

Spock acknowledged this and couldn’t help nut murmur,  “It is unusual to find a Vulcan Priestess on Risa.”

“Indeed. I suppose it is unusual to find a Vulcan at all,” she returned. “I am currently on sabbatical.” She paused. “A crisis of logic.”

“Fascinating.”

“I assure you I still quite trained and capable of this, however, or I certainly would not have agreed when your very charming mate asked.”

My mate is persuasive.”

Spock was surprised when she chuckled. “As fascinating as I find him, I am well aware of your T’hy’la bond and how sacred it is. While predictable your jealousy is unfounded.”

“Hmm.”

Jim laughed right with her. “She’s got your number. And don’t worry, Spock, I’m all yours.”

He gave his mate a disgruntled look but then moved to stand beside Jim and before the Priestess.

After a moment, she put her hands on each of their faces. “You may begin.”

“Spock, I commit myself to you body, mind and soul,” Jim spoke flawless Vulcan.  

“Jim, I commit myself to you body, mind and katra.”

T’Merr closed her eyes. “As it comes down from the beginning without change, this is the Vulcan heart, this is the Vulcan soul.”

  Very slowly she lowered her hands from their faces. She folded them in front of her.

“I am honored to experience such a strong and worthy bond. Fortune smiles upon you.”

Spock arched a brow at her flowery, illogical words, but he nodded.

“Now, I will leave you to mark the occasion as you see fit.”

She departed in something of a willowy cloud and Jim turned to Spock, grabbing his hands.

“Thank you for that, T’hy’la,” Spock whispered.

“You are welcome. I thought, after everything, after our Pon Farr, after these years together, it would be nice.”

“And it was.” He glanced toward their suite. “We have one more night here. Perhaps we ought to go inside and mark the occasion as T’Merr suggested.”

Jim laughed. “I love the way you think.”

“Great minds, T’hy’la. Great minds.”

We will see these two one more time on January 31st

Flash Fic, January 24, 2023

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Spock had to admit he was enjoying this part of their shore leave on Risa. Prior to their visit there for his own Pon Farr, Spock had viewed the pleasure planet with some amount of derision.

But this resort they stayed at made Spock change his mind. He was aware there were still many inhabitants willing to offer themselves for hedonistic pleasure, but he was also aware they had a “live and let live attitude” and no one would bother you once you made your refusal of those extra “services”.

Fortunately with Jim by his side, Spock did not need any of those types of services, though he could certainly see why they might be desired.

At the moment they were seated at an outside table, under a large umbrella. They both wore only swim trunks. They’d only just returned from a dip in the warm pool. It was a private pool just for their unit of the resort so they hadn’t had to share with any other occupants. They also had a private server who brought them drinks and food as they wished to order.

It was indeed paradise.

Currently Jim sipped from some tropical concoction he seemed to be enjoying while Spock drank a native fruit juice that was really quite delightful.

Jim sighed contently. “This just makes me never want to leave.”

“Indeed,” Spock agreed. “But it would not be nearly as enjoyable if it was an everyday occurrence.”

Jim chuckled. “If you say so.”

“You do not agree?”

“I think I could withstand the hardship of having this be my life.”

Spock shook his head. Despite what Jim said, he was pretty certain Jim would become quickly bored in such a sedate life.

“We should renew our vows.”

Spock had just been about to sip his juice, so he lowered it to look at Jim. “What?”

“Not have like a huge bonding ceremony like we did on New Vulcan or even the big ol’ wedding we had on Yorktown. What a fiasco that was.”

“Jim—”

“Okay, fiasco isn’t quite the right word. Spectacle. Anyway, it wouldn’t be anything like super formal where we’d have to recite vows we wrote or stuff. Just like stand before a Vulcan priestess and confirm our commitment.”

Spock arched a brow. “And when are we supposed to do that?”

“I’m thinking later today. I assume you’d rather have clothes on.”

“And where would we find a Vulcan priestess on Risa?”

Jim grinned. “Right next door.”

What?”

“Okay not right next door. Her suite is a few doors down from ours. I’ve already talked to her and she’s totally willing.”

Spock was, admittedly, speechless.

Jim reached over and patted his leg. “Unless you don’t want to.”

“How…how is there a Vulcan priestess here?”

Jim shrugged. “Guess she wanted to get away for some peace and solitude. This is a beautiful place. I met her while you were still resting. She was cool.”

“Cool,” Spock repeated.

“Yep.” Jim smiled. “Yes or no?”

“Yes.”

Flash Fic, January 19, 2023

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“How’s that feel?”

Spock leaned back in the giant spa tub which seemed vaguely obscene in size. Of course this room had been chosen to be luxurious after their “ordeal”. It wasn’t much of an ordeal, Spock had to admit. He and Jim had been together for so long that they had love making down to a “t” as Jim would say. And Pon Farr was just…a lot of love making.  Even their first time, Spock discovered it wasn’t the horror he’d always imagined it to be.

Jim had added many soap bubbles, scented with roses, together with rose petals themselves.

“It feels a bit hedonistic,” Spock admitted.

Jim laughed. “This whole place is. Not just this room, this planet.”

“True. Would you join me?”

Jim’s grin widened.  “I’d love to.” He dropped the terry cloth robe he’d pulled on earlier to the floor and then lifted a foot, then leg into the tub to join Spock.

After he was settled into the bubbles with Spock, Spock pulled him close so they could snuggle together in the heated scented water.

“Wish we could have one of these on the Enterprise.”

“I do not think they are considering adding such things to the layout of the ship. Even the captain’s quarters.”

“They totally should. We should have one in each one of our retirement homes.”

Spock considered. “You’ve mentioned retirement before. And more than once recently. Are you actually considering it?”

Jim shrugged against him. “Well. I mean someday, right? And I’d like to be young to enjoy aspects of it.”

“And yet during the admiral’s recent call you indicated you’d be up for another five years.”

“Hmm. Does that bother you? I know I probably should have talked to you first.”

“Being the leader of a starship is your first best destiny. I can hardly argue with that.”

“But you can, you know. This is a partnership.”

“Wherever you are, I belong. If you wish to serve another five years I am amenable.”

Jim smiled faintly. “As long as we both come back alive.”

“There is always that.” Spock wrapped his arms tight around Jim. “Still, this is quite nice. You may be right about having one of these wherever we retire to.”

Jim chuckled. “I’m always right, Mr. Spock.” “If you say so, Captain.” Then he put his fingers on Jim’s jaw to turn his face for a kiss

Flash FIc, September 28, 2022

Surprise! Today actually concludes our September story, I Knew You Before. I’m sorry to say that means no flash for Friday but look for this story to appear soon on AO3.

October 03 begins with a Vanek flash!

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But as Spock watched Jim open the pizza box to remove a slice, Spock knew there was yet more he ought to bring up with Jim.

“There is something else.”

Jim frowned as he held up the slice to his mouth. “Can I eat this while you tell me?”

“Yes. Of course. I apologize. I know you are hungry.” Spock pursed his lips. He walked into the kitchen himself and prepared to make himself some rice and a pot of tea. The pizza was, of course, for Jim. He did not eat pizza himself.

Jim chewed and nodded. “When you’re ready, come sit at the table with me.”

He took the pizza box to the table and sat eating while he waited for Spock.

A short time later, Spock brought his tea and rice to join Jim.

“Well?” Jim was smiling.

It occurred to Spock that Jim was a very amiable mate.

“I did not mention this on Vulcan when you were there as I did not wish to overwhelm you.”

“I was already pretty overwhelmed.”

“Mm. I came on strong.”

“You did. But it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. You never forced me.”

“Perhaps your aunt would not agree.”

“When we invite her to the wedding she’ll see how perfect you are for me.” Jim winked and he was smiling again.

Spock fought the answering smile. He was Vulcan after all.  

“We are…T’hy’la.”

“Are we?”

Spock frowned. “Do you know what that is, Jim?”

“I know Vulcan. Gilda taught me before we went to stay there. You think that’s us?”

Spock would never get over how surprising Jim was. He nodded. “I believe so. A Vulcan priestess would need to examine our minds together to fully confirm my suspicion but everything that is between us convinces me that we are.”

“Vulcan soulmates.” Jim grinned. “I think that sounds great.”

“You do?”

“Look, I mean, even with the T’Pring thing, you deciding on me at that exact moment, her being there at that exact moment, you coming to me, me agreeing, doesn’t it seem…meant to be?” Jim sighed. “I don’t know, Spock. Even then I couldn’t quite shake this feeling that I knew you before.”

“Knew me?”

“Yeah. I mean we’d never met before yet…it felt like we had. Like I’ve always known you. In another universe, maybe? I don’t know. But my heart knew yours. Even then. If that’s T’hy’la, I have to welcome it.”

Spock blinked and he felt warmth blossom all over. He held his fingers toward Jim and was gratified when Jim immediately touched his fingers to Spock’s.

“Taluhk Nash-Veh K’dular.”

Jim leaned in for a Human kiss. “Ashau Nash-Veh Tu.”

Look for more of these two in the future! A sequel will be coming where we will even get to meet Aunt Gilda!

Flash fic, September 26, 2022

“Oh crap.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Jim sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “Spock, are you breaking up with me? Because I gotta say since I just moved in here that’s going to be—”

“No,” Spock said immediately. “Of course not. Why would you anticipate that was the subject of our discussion.”

“Because on Earth when someone says that it usually means the end of a relationship.” Forcing his heartrate to calm, Jim attempted a weak smile. “Guess the pizza can wait, huh?”

“For now. I do apologize but there is something I feel I need to tell you to allow us to have complete honesty.” Spock gestured toward the couch. “We should sit.”

Jim did and waited until Spock joined him there.

After a bit of a silence where Spock appeared to gather himself, he said, “The day I approached you in the teashop on Vulcan was not entirely random.”

Jim frowned. “Okay.”

“What I mean by that is I did pick you out due to overwhelming attraction but it was more calculated than that. My betrothed, T’Pring, was in the area at the same time, and I wished for her to see me making an assignation so that she would decided to end our betrothal bond.”

Jim nodded his understanding and then let out a long sigh. “So you used me to convince T’Pring you were unworthy of her.”

“Yes,” Spock admitted. “I did desire you, but my forwardness was due to the urgency of having T’Pring witness my attempts to woo you.”

“Woo,” Jim said, neutrally. “Fuck me is what you mean.”

“Jim—“

“Did it work?”

Spock blinked. “Yes. She chose to sever our betrothal bond as she, too, prefers someone else.”

“Well then.” Jim shrugged. “Everything worked out for the best.”

“You are not angry?”

Jim smiled. “Do you want me to be?”

“No.”

“Look, Spock, I never thought…I mean it worked out, right? After that one night we kept seeing each other because we wanted to.”

“Yes.”

“Then it’s all good. I’m glad you aren’t betrothed any longer. That’s good. Can I have that pizza now?”

Spock’s lips twitched. “Yes.”   

Flash Fic, September 23, 2022

“You look grumpier than usual.”

Bones did not reply, but he did glance up at Jim as he continued to wrap Jim’s middle.

Jim sighed. “Okay, I’m sorry. I should have told you. I just…” He trailed off when Bones glared.

Spock had departed right after Bones had arrived and assured the Vulcan Jim wasn’t seriously injured and wouldn’t require hospitalization. Jim suspected Spock’s goal was to confront Owens for what happened to Jim. He tried not to be anxious about it.

“The truth is…the whole thing is humiliating,” Jim said, softly.

“What? Why?”

“Because, I’m not a victim, Bones. I hate that these assholes got the best of me at the bar and—”

“It was like three against one, Jim.”

“I know. And nothing happened to them. They were allowed to come into that bar and gang up on a civilian and they got away with it. If Pike hadn’t come in, I don’t know what would have happened.”

“I get it. I agree the Fleet should have done something.”

“Yeah, I mean I keep wondering what I should have been differently. I thought when I made a joke about them going to get more guys, I meant to diffuse it but it had the opposite effect.”

“Those guys were going to be macho dickheads no matter what you said or did at that point, Jim. They were spoiling for a fight and they set their sights on you.”

“I know that, but that’s where the humiliation comes in. I didn’t think I’d have to deal with them here, let alone have one of them come after me. So I wasn’t prepared and they got the best of me again. And it made me feel weak.”

“Jim, you are a lot of things but you aren’t weak or a victim. Being victimized doesn’t mean either. Now I can’t pretend to understand what thugs like Owens are thinking, but you can bet you won’t have to deal with him again.”

“Indeed, the doctor is correct.”

“Spock!” Jim smiled as Spock reentered the apartment holding a pizza box. “If that’s really a pizza, I’ll marry you.”

Spock arched a brow. “It is, so I look forward to the ceremony.”

Jim laughed.

Spock put the box down on the kitchen counter and then turned toward Jim and Bones.

“Cadet Owens is now former Cadet Owens.”

Bones finished wrapping Jim and stood. “Does that mean he’s no longer with Starfleet or that he no longer lives?”

Spock shrugged. “Take your pick.”

“Spock!”

“He has been expelled,” Spock said. “And his accomplices are even now working on formal apologies to you if they want to remain with Starfleet. They expressed regret over Owens’ behavior and no direct knowledge of it.”

“Apologies huh? You accomplished all that in the short time you’ve been gone?”

“I work fast.” Spock paused. “Which you are personally aware of.”

Jim laughed again. “Boy do I.”

Bones snorted. “On that note, I’m outta here.”

Jim frowned up at him from where he sat. “You don’t want to stay for pizza?”

“And interfere with your wedding dinner? No thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jim got up and followed Bones to the door. “Okay see you.”

He turned back to Spock with a smile.

Spock suddenly looked uncertain. “Jim, we need to talk.”

Flash Fic, September 19, 2022

Spock had gotten home only a short time ago and he was expecting Jim soon so he knew he didn’t have a long time to contact his father. But it was best he get it over with than have Sarek do something stupid like show up at Spock’s apartment.

“Live long and Prosper Father.”

Sarek managed to look grumpy without his expression changing. He was good at that.

“The same for you, Spock. You received my message.”

“I did.”

“I sent it nearly twenty-four hours ago, it seems you did not find it terribly important.”

Spark inclined his head, ignoring the rebuke. Instead he said, “It is not.”

Sarek arched a brow. “Your bond to a Vulcan female is not important?”

“Former bond, Father.”

“You had your bond dissolved?”

“Negative, T’Pring did.” Spock paused and steepled his fingers.

Sarek’s eyes narrowed. “Why would she do that?”

Spock gave a slight shrug. “She felt that my attentions were on someone else. And in fact, she was correct.”

“James Kirk. A Human.”

His voice dripped with his version of sarcastic derision. Spock was quite used to it.

“Yes,” Spock admitted.

“That would not matter. There are many Vulcans that take other lovers besides those they are bonded to.” He sniffed.

Spock wasn’t sure how many did and he did not feel like asking Sarek if he happened to be of those.

“She also prefers another. Given that we both do, it made logical sense for her to seek the sever of our bond, which she has done.”

“And when were you going to tell me?”

“When you brought it up,” Spock admitted. “As you have done now.”

Sarek stared silently at him for some time without response. Spock could almost see the wheels turning in his head.

“Your mother has informed me that James Kirk lives with you now.”

“That is correct.”

Sarek nodded. “Very well. Live long and Prosper, Spock.”

And he was gone before Spock could provide any response.

It went better than he expected, but Spock couldn’t deny some measure of anxiety still pooling in his gut. Talking to his father tended to do that for him and no amount of meditation seemed to help.

Spock turned as he heard Jim at the door and a moment later his boyfriend entered their apartment.

Jim smiled at him and came toward him, arms outstretched. It was his typical greeting whenever they saw each other after a short separation. At first Spock had been uncomfortable with such displays, even in private, but now he looked forward to them, even if he would not admit it.

He pulled Jim close, leaning in to smell the vanilla bean shampoo Jim used.

“Oof.” Jim stiffened and eased back a little.

Spock frowned. “What is wrong?”

Jim’s tongue came out to lick his lips. “Well…”

“Well…what?”

Jim sighed and stepped back. His fingers going to the tunic of his cadet’s uniform. “Let me show you.”    

Flash Fic, September 12, 2022

Another installment of I Knew You Before

The apartment was quiet when Spock arrived but Jim had messaged him that he intended to take a nap, so after putting his book bag down, Spock headed for the bedroom and to Jim.

Prior to seeing Jim in the teashop on Vulcan, Spock had not believed in fated mates. It was a concept that was quite literally…alien to him.

Then he spotted the most beautifully gorgeous Human he had ever seen and had been so drawn to him that he had boldly approached that Human and asked to sleep with him.

Well, perhaps not exactly asked. Though had Jim reacted badly, Spock would have accepted the rejection.

Fortunately, Jim had been delighted. And confessed to Spock he felt the same pull that Spock had.

Spock sat upon the bed, gently stroking Jim’s hair away from his forehead. A moment later, Jim’s lashes lifted to reveal cerulean blue.

“Hey.” Jim smiled and ran his tongue over his lips. “You’re home.”

“I am. Just a few minutes ago. You are rested?”

“Yeah. Didn’t realize how tired I was until I got in bed. It’s all a bit of an adjustment for me.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Mm. Yeah. I didn’t bother getting lunch.”

“Then I will fix something.”

He made to move but Jim grabbed his arm and then his hand to keep him there. “Later. Right now, I would love a proper hello.”

“How can I resist?”

It ended up being an hour later before they finally got themselves up after vigorous lovemaking (I might actually write that scene for the time it is posted on AO3), and then, while Jim took a shower, Spock, after cleaning himself up, headed to the kitchen to make them dinner.

He had not anticipated this particular reunion with Jim, though he had intended to have one eventually, but he could not deny he was well pleased with the turn of events.

They belonged together, his T’hy’la and him, and that it happened sooner than even he planned was so much the better.

His PADD beeped so he went to fetch it from his book bag. There was a message from his father seeking an audience regarding…

Your Bond With T’Pring

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