Continuing story

Flash Fic, November 13, 2020

Starting today through the 20th I’m doing a series of sorts (13, 16, 18, 20). I am combing suggestions made by Jay, Evening and Kris to make this short series of November flashes. This is basically a new Spirky Academy Couple created for these four fics.

“Why are we here again?”

Jim laughed at the disgruntled look on Spock’s face. He knew that Spock didn’t really understand any of this, but he appreciated Spock’s efforts to indulge Jim in it.

“To pick apples. It’s an apple orchard.”

Spock looked at the trees before them. “Obviously.”

He smiled. “I’m going to make an apple pie. You know for our gathering.”

The “gathering” as Jim called it was to take place that Saturday at Jim’s and Spock’s apartment in San Francisco. Their friends were coming. More importantly the parents were coming. Well…Jim’s Mom. And Spock’s Mom and Dad. Jim had been rather surprised Sarek was coming, but Spock had advised he was.

Jim was getting rather carried away, he knew. Had plans of roasted turkey and stuffing for those who ate that way, and several vegetarian dishes. And pies. Two or three kinds.

“Jim, do they not sell apples in the market?”

He laughed as he climbed up on a ladder to pick apples. “They sure do, Spock.”

“Then I fail to comprehend the hassle of coming all the way to this orchard.”

“Apples in the stores are not the same. This pie has to be amazing.”

Spock pursed his lips as he held up the basket for Jim to drop the apples into. “Do you not think you are getting a little carried away with these extravagancies? All of this trouble for just a couple of hours on Saturday?”

“Yep.” Jim grinned.

“You agree that you are getting carried away or that it is too much trouble?”

“To both.” Jim gazed down at Spock indulgently. “I want to make a good impression. Besides our family and friends are worth a little bit of trouble, don’t you think?”

“You are overstressing yourself. Your headaches—”

“Are something I can deal with.” He got off the ladder and took the basket from Spock. “It’s gonna be great.” He leaned in to kiss Spock. “And I’m going to be fine.”

“Very well.”

“We’re done here. We can go back to the city now.”

Spock nodded, seeming pleased.

“There’s a Harvest Festival right next to the Academy. If we hurry, we can make it.”

Spock’s steps faltered and he barely hid his grimace. But to his credit, he simply said, “if you wish.”

Jim laughed. “You look like you might actually mean that. Bravo.”

“Jim—”

“I’m kidding, Spock. Well, there is a Festival, but no, we’re not going.”

“If you really want to go I will make no objection.”

“Nah, I’m good. Let’s go home. We can spend the rest of today in bed.”

Spock’s pace quickened then and Jim grinned.

He knew how to get his Vulcan interested.

November 13, 2020

Flash Fic, November 09, 2020

A little dose of Vanik…

“Where is Jim?”

Spock looked up from the terminal at his desk to see Vanik standing before him. “When did you get here?”

“A moment ago.”

“I have told you before that you do not have permission to just let yourself in.”

Vanik straightened. “Acknowledged. But I had concerns.”

Spock leaned back. “Concerns?”

“Where is Jim? He has been missing for a few days and does not respond to my attempts to contact him.” Vanik paused. “I have two theories.”

Spock arched a brow. “Do continue.”

“Either he has, as humans would say, ‘dumped you’, and is ignoring me due to our personal connection.”

Spock was torn between amusement and outrage over the notion that Jim had ‘dumped’ him. Amusement won out.

“Or?”

“You have committed a grievous act of violence against him and you have buried the body somewhere.”

This time Spock rolled his eyes. “I did not murder Jim.”

“Then it is true. He has dumped you.”

“No, it is not true. Jim went to Riverside.”

“Iowa?”

“Indeed. To visit with his mother and brother over the Terran festival of giving thanks. Neither Jim nor his mother have had contact with George Samuel Kirk for many years so this was a big deal for them.”

Vanik looked pensive. “And why did you fail to accompany him on such a momentous occasion?”

“I was not invited.”

“You were not invited?” Vanik exclaimed. “But I thought your romance with Jim was progressing appropriately.”

“And it is. This is a time when it is important for them to bond as a family.”

“But are you not Jim’s family?”

Spock shook his head. “Not as yet. Our relationship is satisfactory and we are mutually invested in the continuous nature of it. I was perfectly fine with Jim going to Riverside for this trip. As for not contacting you, I assume that he is either busy or communication is not ideal there.”

“And have you heard from him?”

Spock had not and said so. “But I had not anticipated hearing from him. The trip is brief and he will be back on Sunday.”

“That does not bode well.”

“How so?”

Vanik shrugged. “At this point, had you been providing the emotional support Jim surely needs as a human, he would have asked you to accompany him. That he did not…”

“Do you not have something to attend to other than harassing me regarding my relationship with Jim which is most certainly not your business.”

“Yes, unfortunately I do. I must go to class.”

Vanik left then, but Spock was dismayed to realize that he made Spock begin to doubt his relationship with Jim. He had thought nothing of Jim going to Iowa by himself.

He had been convinced that everything was good between them. Should he have pressed Jim for an invite? Insisted on going with him? Was he failing to emotionally support his lover?

Spock hadn’t even bothered to check that Jim made it all right. Was that wrong of him? He had assumed…

He tapped out a message.

Jim, my apologies for not checking in with you prior to now. Did you make it safely? And it there anything you need from me?

There was, of course, no immediate response, and so Spock returned to working on his coursework.

He was searching out something to eat when he finally heard from Jim.

Yeah, I’m here. No trouble at all getting here. Mom and I are fine. Things are a little more tense with Sam. Hey, tell that nephew of yours I said hi. I’ve been meaning to respond, but with the family drama…

Understood. Vanik did express concern for your welfare. I will advise him. Jim?

Yeah?

Would it be…permissible for me to board a shuttle to Riverside to join you?

When no immediate response was forthcoming, Spock began to hastily type a message taking it back.

What time can you get here? I’ll pick you up from the shuttle bay?

I will leave immediately. I will text you my arrival information.

K. See you soon.

Spock made his arrangements, closed out of everything and packed a small bag. Before he left, he sent a message to his nephew.

Jim sends his regards. I am joining him.

Then Spock added…

Thank you.

November 9, 2020

Flash Fic, November 02, 2020

And so we begin with the November flashes. They will be mostly gatherings, family stuff, probably a few continuing stories.

This continues one of them…

Jim still hasn’t told his mother his decision about the Academy. He’d sent in his application right after Spock came back from his retreat and told Jim he was purging his emotions. He still felt a bit foolish for having pinned his hopes and his possible future on the possibility of more with a Vulcan he had gone on only one date with.

In a way Spock had done him a favor by setting him straight there. And his talk with Sam had been prominent in his mind when he applied.

Even after he and his mom had seen Sam off for the ship back to Earth, Jim had held back the news. After all it was certainly possible he would be turned down. Mom told him once that Tiberius Kirk, Jim’s grandfather, had been rejected after all.

Why have such an important discussion if nothing was to happen?

But when his acceptance came for the upcoming next semester, Jim knew he was going to have to tell her.

“Hello Jim.”

Jim looked up from his PADD with the acceptance. Spock stood in front of him wearing dark pants and a heavy sweater. It made Jim hot just looking at him. For more than one reason obviously.

“Hi. Nice to see you,” Jim said politely. He’d seen Spock walking from a distance with an older human woman Jim assumed was his mother.

Spock inclined his head. “And you.” His gaze moved off Jim to somewhere beside him and Jim got the weirdest feeling that Spock was nervous. “I wonder if you would consider joining me for dinner again.”

“Uh. You want to have dinner?”

“If you are free.”

“When?”

“The soonest I suppose.”

A part of him was inclined to say no. Where would it go? Spock was purging himself and Jim was joining Starfleet. But another part was curious. And he did like Spock.

“You are reluctant,” Spock murmured.

“Well. I think you should know that my time here is pretty limited now. I’ve applied and been accepted at Starfleet Academy for the next semester in January.”

Then Spock surprised him.

“I have also applied and been accepted.”

“You?”

“Indeed. I have also applied for the Vulcan Science Academy. I am to meet with the board for the VSA tomorrow for their decision.”

Jim frowned. “You applied for both?”

“I was hedging my bets.” Spock fell silent for a moment. “Dinner?”

“I’ll have to check with my mother as to when she won’t need me for the shop.”

Spock nodded. “Understandable. You know how to message me, you have my contact information, please let me know when you are available.”

“Okay, sure.”

Spock walked away then and Jim went back into the ice cream shop to help his mother.

Later when the shop was closed, and they were in their apartment above the shop, Jim talked to her.

“Mom, are you getting a house here?”

She looked surprised he knew. “I am looking into it, but nothing has been completely decided. Sam told you?”

“Yeah.”

She sighed. “I know I said this was going to be short, but I like it here. I do. And the company asked if I would stay here at least two years to get everything more permanently established. I didn’t want to live in this apartment for that amount of time.”

“I completely understand that. But Mom. Uh.”

“You want to leave,” she guessed.

Jim exhaled and then nodded. “I applied for acceptance into Starfleet Academy and I just received word that I can attend beginning with the January semester.”

“January? That’s only two months away.”

“Yeah. If you want me to cancel or postpone it—”

“No, no, don’t be silly. Of course you should go. I’m just adjusting to having neither of my sons with me. Empty nest, they used to call it.” Her smile was sad, but it was a smile.

“It’s still two months away.”

She wiped her eyes then and hugged him. “Congratulations, Jim. I know you’re going to be wonderful.”

“Thanks,” he whispered. “And, uh, Spock wants to have dinner with me again.”

She gave him a look. “That guy that dumped you after one date?”

Jim laughed. “He didn’t dump me. You have to be something to be dumped, Mom. But yeah, him. I was surprised but he asked.”

“When?”

“I don’t know. Maybe tomorrow night? He’s meeting with the VSA in the afternoon I guess about applying there.”

“I’m sure I can cover the shop if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Thanks Mom. For everything.”

She hugged him again and then went to go have her video conference with her superiors at her company.

Jim messaged Spock.

Tomorrow night?

A moment later.

Yes.

You’ve probably guessed by now that I am setting this up for Spock to give his FU to the VSA like he does in the film, so that he and Jim can join the Academy together in January.

November 2, 2020

Flash Fic, October 26, 2020

Today we revisit Spock and Jim from Who Does Spock Wake Up With (as well as the one where Spock fell down the stairs)

Spock finds the celebration of Halloween a puzzlement. It is not that he has not done the research, of course he has, but the practice of dressing up as something you are not, and eating candy, partying, and in ancient times, bobbing for apples, made no logical sense.

Yet Jim announces enthusiastically one morning as they are having breakfast in the Academy Cafeteria, that there is a Halloween Dance he would like to attend.

Spock ignores this until he understands Jim is looking at him expectantly.

He wonders what the proper response is for a bit, mulling it over in his mind.

He and Jim are most assuredly a couple now, with Jim moving in to Spock’s apartment entirely when Spock fell down the stairs, and though perhaps there were some who would claim they got to such a serious state too fast, Spock would argue their pace suited them.

At the table with them were Jim’s friends, McCoy, a doctor who seems always grumpy, but well meaning in regard to Jim, and a self-proclaimed jokester named Finnegan, Spock did not find particularly amusing. He tolerates Jim’s friends because Jim tolerates his.

Spock swallows the bite of waffle he had been chewing. “When is it?”

A polite enough non-committal sort of response.

McCoy looks at Spock sharply, but Spock ignores him, as usual.

Jim smiles. Spock likes his smiles, they soothe him.

“October 31. On Halloween. They’ll turn the cafeteria into party central. Food, drinks, dancing. Costumes. Sounds wicked.”

Spock is aware that ‘wicked’ is supposed to be good, but he doesn’t quite get that either.

“Sounds stupid.”

This comes from the new arrival to the table, carrying a tray containing a massive hamburger and fries. Mitchell. He slams the tray down and several fries jump onto the table. For some reason, Jim reaching for them and eating them bothers Spock. Not the issue of hygiene, though that element exists as they landed on a not so clean table, but that Jim eats food from Mitchell.

“Why you think that?” Finnegan asks.

“Just lame. We should forget the kiddie games and go get wasted at Calhoun’s.”

Calhoun’s is an establishment Spock does not care for, but he is aware that Jim frequented the place with his cohorts prior to his association with Spock. He waits for Jim’s reaction, aware that Humans can be prickly. Jim most especially.

“You can go to Calhoun’s, Gary,” Jim says easily, stealing fries off of Mitchell’s plate now. Mitchell does not stop him, and Spock wishes he would.

Spock pushes the remains of his waffle and vegan sausages toward Jim, who smiles, and tears off a hunk of the waffle.

“But?”

Jim shrugs. “Spock and I are going to the Halloween thing.”

Spock knows he has not agreed to any such thing, but he also knows not to say so, and certainly not to say anything that would give Mitchell leverage to convince Jim to change to his plans.

Spock does not miss that Jim’s three friends are looking at him now, daring him to contradict what Jim has just said.

He would not, not in front of any of them. He knows better.

Jim is also looking at him, a smile playing at his lips, lips that very morning were wrapped around his…

“Indeed, we are.”

And that earns Spock a glorious smile from his Human and he knows he answered wisely. And he knows he will be forced to wear some inane costume. But somehow, as that smile lights the room, and Jim covers Spock’s hand with his own, he does not mind so much.

October 26, 2020

Flash Fic, October 21, 2020

Remember the Spock who picked Jim up on September 30th? This is them!

Spock spotted his dorm roommate Jim Kirk sitting by himself on the patio of the teashop. In front of him were two beverage containers and two scones. Looked like the current pumpkin spice scones the teashop had for the season.

He’d only known Kirk briefly, since picking him up on the side of the road on his way to San Francisco. They’d had some food together and during their brief time as roommates, Spock had only seen him sparingly.

But Kirk looked sad today. Like that night Spock had picked him up. And for some reason, Spock found himself compelled to check on him.

It was a Saturday and as Spock approached Kirk’s table, he noticed the fellow cadet wore a black T-shirt with the word Boo written across it in white. With a shake of his head, Spock stopped at Kirk’s table.

“Are you all right?”

Blue eyes lifted to his. Yes, sad.

“Oh. Hi Spock. Want to sit?”

Spock didn’t really. He had intended to get tea and be on his way. But those eyes made him change his mind and take the offered seat.

“I presume your intended companion will be along soon.”

Jim smiled wryly. “Nah. I’ve been stood up.”

Spock found that very hard to believe. Who in their right mind would stand up Kirk?

“Truly?”

“Yes.” He sighed. “Been here for a while. She was supposed to come about an hour ago. Tea’s cold now. Guess I’ll be taking the scones and the tea to go.”

“I am…sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m kind of used to it.”

Spock frowned. Why would he be used to it?

“What are you doing here anyway?”

“Came to collect some tea on my way back to our dorm.” Spock hesitated. “If I may, who were you intending to meet?”

He had not actually seen Kirk dating anyone. Not that he paid that much attention, due to his own studies. But still…

“My mom.”

And as Spock stared at Jim, he realized the sadness made a lot of sense now. Jim had vaguely mentioned on the night they’d met that he rarely got to see his mother. And that he hoped he would in the next few weeks while her ship docked in San Francisco briefly.

“She could not make it?”

Jim shook his head. “No. She messaged me a bit ago and said her captain needed her to fix something on the ship and she couldn’t get away after all.”

Spock didn’t know what to say. He knew Jim had looked forward to it. “Perhaps tomorrow…”

“They leave again tonight.” Jim sighed. “Wasn’t meant to be.”

“When-when was the last time you were able to see her?”

“I don’t know. A few years, I guess.”

Spock pursed his lips. “My hover car is outside. Why don’t I take you to where her ship is docked? Perhaps you can have a few moments with her then.”

Jim’s eyes widened. “Really?”

“Really.”

****

Spock didn’t like to speed. At all. But the sight of Jim Kirk hugging his mother, an engineer on the USS Excelsior, shortly after they arrived, was worth any discomfort he had at bending the law a bit.

Jim had a security guard call her off the ship, and after a short time, Winona Kirk had come out, looking a little frazzled, but smiling big as she greeted her son.

“Jim!”

They had hugged for a considerable amount of time.

When finally they’d stopped embracing but still had their arms locked, Jim turned to Spock.

“Mom, this is Spock. Spock, my mom.”

“Commander Kirk, it is a pleasure.”

“The pleasure is mine, Spock. Thank you so much for bringing me my son.” She turned back to Jim. “I have to go now, sweetheart. But God it was so great to see you and feel you.”

Jim nodded. “I know. Here.” He handed her the bag with both pumpkin scones. “Love you.”

“Love you more.” She dabbed at her eyes with her uniform shirt and then went up the ramp back to her ship.

Jim smiled at Spock. His eyes were shining, his cheeks flushed, and Spock thought just then, he might be a little in love.

Illogical.

“Let’s go back, Spock.”

They left the hanger.

“Can we get a pizza?”

Spock shook his head and sighed. “Yes, Jim.”

October 21, 2020

Flash Fic, October 14, 2020

Once more we visit these two from Who Does Spock Wake Up With/Hospital

Jim sits at a table at a teashop with Spock and his friends. He has stopped paying attention to whatever it is they talk about because over the few weeks of their relationship, Jim is aware Spock’s friends dismiss him as though he is nothing. Pretty much a passing phase for Spock.

Or so they all seem to believe.

Two of them are also Vulcan, a male and female, who Jim knows are a bonded pair. They have made references to Spock bonding someday to a mate, and they barely spare Jim a glance when they do, most often alluding to the fact Spock will bond with a Vulcan.

The other one is Uhura, who, apparently, since she could not consider Spock her boyfriend any longer, has decided to insert herself in his intellectual group of friends who meet weekly over tea as they are now.

Every one of them, including Uhura, like to pretend their intelligence is far superior to Jim’s. It’s complete bullshit and he knows it. He’d match wits and knowledge with any one of them and he’d likely win too.

But whatever.

They always share an enormous pot of tea that tastes like a combination of licorice and smoke. Jim hates it.

After two times of barely drinking it, he brings his own thermos of coffee to drink, and besides ignoring their superior sneers over it, he also ignores the proprietor of the teashop’s side-eye.

This time he brought pumpkin spice cookies with him and he munches on them while they continue to blather on about subjects he has no interest in.

Once in a while one of them says something to him about whatever it is they are speaking about, certain he will get the answer wrong. He can see it in the superior way they address it to him. When he answers correctly and without hesitation, he can see they are surprised.

Spock never is.

Finally, the evening wraps up and the two other Vulcans make their exit first.

Uhura still sits with them and she is now eying Jim’s cookies. “Are those good?”

He smiles and scoots two of them over to her, they are shaped like pumpkins and have frosting on them.

She bites into one. “You were quiet tonight.”

Jim shrugs.

“They are good. You should bring more next week.”

Jim thinks about saying he’s had enough and won’t be coming next week, but doesn’t. He doesn’t want Spock to feel weird about his friends and including Jim.

“Okay.”

Uhura eats a few more cookies and then rises to leave. She leans down toward Spock as though she plans to kiss him, but straightens and pulls away at the last second with a look at Spock.

“Goodnight, Nyota,” Spock murmurs, his eyes on Jim.

When she leaves, Jim smiles. “You want some of that tea to go?”

“No, I have had my fill. Jim.”

“Yeah?”

“If your uncomfortable at these gatherings I will make no objection should you choose to skip them.”

He gets up and so does Jim. They leave the teashop then and Jim is certain the owner is happy so she can clean up after them.

“I don’t. Want to skip. It’s fine, Spock. You like them.”

“But I am aware you do not care for them. Nor the tea. I don’t wish for you to be unhappy.”

“Eh. You put up with Bones and Finnegan. That bunch.”

Spock’s lips twitch. “Barely. But very well. Should you change your mind, I will not be offended.”

Jim nods. He can’t wait to return to the apartment because usually on such evenings, Spock likes to make up for Jim’s boring evening by being very enthusiastic in their lovemaking.

He is glad, later, to discover this pattern has not changed.

He lies on his back in their bed, naked, sweaty, and sated. Two recent orgasms have blown most thoughts out of his head. Spock has risen to get warm, wet cloths to clean them before they sleep.

Jim stares rather sleepily at the small pumpkin he has decorated the end table with. He loves how Spock indulges his nonsense. And yes, that is certainly part of the reason he indulges Spock’s friends.

And this…aftermath.

Spock returns to their bed, leaning down to kiss Jim’s mouth even as he wipes him down with the wet cloth. “Ashaya.”

“Love you,” Jim whispers, his eyes closing, exhaustion taking over and rendering him even more senseless than usual. He laughs.

“Jim?”

“Nothing. Just happy.”

Another kiss. “Go to sleep. I love you too.”

You will see them again at the end of this month!

October 14, 2020

Flash Fic, October 07, 2020

I did promise a continuation on these two.

Jim was surprised how fast the time went since he’d arrived on Vulcan with his mom and Sam.

The original plan had been to stay in ShiKahr to see how well a non-dairy ice cream shop, Tastes Like Real Ice Cream Co., would do there.

His mom was one of the executives of the company and had been charged with making it successful on Vulcan. To pretty much everyone’s surprise it had worked. The Vulcans were…literally…eating it up.

The Kirks had trouble keeping every flavor stocked and usually customers were out the door. It had meant very little free time for Jim and his brother Sam.

From the beginning Sam had announced his intention to leave for Chicago where he was going to meet his fiancé Aurelan on September the first, but after Mom begged and begged, Sam had postponed leaving.

Now they were in October and Sam still hadn’t left. Jim hadn’t made any decisions about joining Starfleet either. The thing was, he wasn’t sure what his Mom was going to do if both of them left. Either of them really. But he knew Sam wanted to. Saw the far off look in his brother’s eyes when he thought no one was looking.

Jim for his part had met someone pretty much right away.

Spock.

They’d gone on a date, well, sort of. Spock was very reserved at dinner and Jim hadn’t known how to act with a Vulcan.

But it was nice, and Jim thought they’d see each other again.

Only at the end of dinner, Spock announced he was leaving in the morning for an extended mountain retreat.

Dumbfounded, Jim had asked, “For how long?”

“Uncertain.”

And that had been that. The whole summer passed with Tastes Like Ice Cream becoming a raving Vulcan success. Only he hadn’t seen Spock again.

And now it was October. Jim felt both disappointed and foolish for having gotten his hopes up.

Exhausted as the three of them were, Mom finally had to hire additional help in the shop, so there was now a young Andorian male working there, and also a Vulcan female.

Jim was on a break, sipping iced coffee, sitting at a table outside the shop, when Sam approached him, looking determined.

“I’ve had it,” Sam said, flinging himself into a chair.

“Had what?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “You know what. It’s already a month past the time I said I’d blow this rock. Mom’s so successful there’s no way she’s leaving anytime soon.”

“You think?”

His brother smirked. “I just overheard her, brother mine. She’s actually looking into buying a house here.”

“She…is?”

“Yep. And that’s fine for her if she wants to live on a melting rock, but I have plans with Aurelan. I told her today, end of week, I’m on the shuttle back to Earth.”

Jim bit his lip. “What she say?”

“I should do what will make me happy. And you know what? You should too. You wanted to join Starfleet. I know you said you hadn’t made up your mind, but I think you did and you’re just staying to help Mom.”

Jim scowled. “What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing. Except that you’re living someone else’s life, not your own. Just because she wants to stay here, doesn’t mean you do or should. Don’t let helping Mom keep you from your dream. And anyway, I don’t think she would want that either.”

“Easy for you to say. Dad died because of Starfleet.”

Sam sighed. “Dad died because of who he was, Jim. And he knew the risks. And so did Mom.” He patted Jim’s leg. “Just think about it. You could be on that shuttle with me back to Earth. Mom can hire others to take up the slack. There are plenty of people on Vulcan willing to work here.”

Jim opened his mouth to reply when he spotted a familiar face, well attached to a whole body of course, coming toward them. It was the Vulcan, Spock.

Sam followed Jim’s gaze, frowned, and then shook his head. He rose from his seat, squeezed Jim’s shoulder, and then moved off.

“Jim.”

“Hello. Long time no see.”

“Indeed.” Spock gestured to the seat that Sam recently occupied. “May I?”

Jim nodded.

“I apologize for my lengthy absence.”

“You don’t really owe me anything.”

Spock inclined his head. “Perhaps not. And yet when I told you I would be on a retreat, I had not anticipated the length.”

“And did it do for you what you wanted?”

“Affirmative. I have been considering Kolinahr.”

Jim frowned. “What’s that?”

“The purging of emotions. It is a lengthy process.”

“Uh. Okay. Why would you want to do that?”

“Vulcans value logic over primitive emotions. It is considered the ultimate logic and highest standard to undergo Kolinahr.”

Sounded awful to Jim.

“You said you were thinking of it, what have you decided?”

“To do so.”

Jim blew out a long breath. “I see. Well. Thanks for letting me know. I wish you well, Spock.”

He stood then.

“Gotta get back to work.” Jim glanced around, saw no one paying attention, and leaned down, placing his lips on Spock’s in what he hoped was a searing kiss. He pulled back and straightened. Smiled at the dazed look on Spock’s face. “That’s what emotions do, by the way. See you.”

He began to walk away.

“Jim. What are your future plans?”

Jim turned around. “Me? I’m joining Starfleet.”

Maybe to be continued….

October 7, 2020

Flash Fic, September 25, 2020

A continuation from Flash Fic September 04, 2020 (Who Does Spock Wake Up With?)

Jim rounds the corridor in the hospital in time to see Uhura step into Room 141. He tries not to bristle at the sight, but it’s a near thing. He clenches his fists as he continues down the corridor and to Spock’s room.

He hears the murmur of her voice as he approaches, but it is too low for him to make out the words she is saying to Jim’s boyfriend.

Jim was all too aware she wanted Spock to be hers. Had even considered Spock hers prior to Jim meeting Spock one night in a bar. Though he has never told Spock about it, she even confronted Jim a few days later to give him a piece of her mind about stealing her boyfriend.

Jim considers letting Spock have privacy with her for her visit and turning around to get coffee at the cafeteria. But Jim supposes he is just not that good a person and he steps into the room.

He is carrying the hot spiced tea Spock likes as well as a container of oatmeal Jim made himself for Spock’s breakfast, even though the hospital provides an “adequate” breakfast as Spock himself says.

“Good morning,” Jim calls out to alert them to his presence.

Uhura glances at him, eyes narrowed. “Morning.”

“Jim, you are earlier than I anticipated.”

Jim smiles and makes a big show of going over to Spock and leaning down to kiss him. Spock accepts the gentle kiss with enthusiasm.

“How are you feeling?”

Two days before Spock had slipped on a wet floor at the Academy and fallen down the stairs. Though he hadn’t broken anything, thankfully, he was battered and bruised and had a concussion. Though Spock had fought it, he was ordered to stay in this hospital for four days. This was his third and he would finally be released into Jim’s care tomorrow.

“Much improved,” Spock says. “I believe I could be discharged today.”

Jim shakes his head. “You aren’t the doctors. Here I brought you tea and oatmeal like you like it.” He sets the items on the tray before Spock and turns his attention back to Uhura. “So sweet of you to visit.”

“Well, that’s what friends do,” she replies. Uhura turns to Spock. “Looks like you’re in good hands, if I get a chance I’ll stop by late afternoon.”

“Thank you, Nyota.”

Spock watches her leave but Jim doesn’t bother. His focus has returned to Spock.

“Are you really okay?” He tries not to sound so needy and anxious but thinks he likely fails. He’d about had a heart attack when he had been alerted to Spock falling down the stairs.

Spock holds out his hand toward Jim, who gratefully takes it. “I am much improved, Ashaya.”

Spock has taken to calling him the endearment and Jim really likes it.

A lot.

He bites his lip.

“I knew a man once, a family friend,” he says. “He fell down the stairs and hit his head. Said he was fine, at first. But later he died. He had bleeding on the brain and didn’t get checked.”

“Ashaya, I have been checked. I will be fine.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” Spock lifts the cup of tea and removes the lid, taking a sip.

Jim sees the pleasure in Spock’s eyes he fails to hide. Spock is pleased Jim has learned his preferences. And Jim knows Spock has learned his. Even in the only month and a half they have been together.

Jim sits on the side of Spock’s bed, after releasing Spock’s hand so he can dig into the oatmeal.

“I sense some tension between you and Nyota,” Spock says after a bite or two of his breakfast.

“Hmm. She’s just sore she lost. And I won.”

Spock gives Jim that very slight smile he has come to love so much. And yeah Jim recognizes that word is there, in the equation.

“I was not aware I was a prize.”

Jim laughs. It feels good to laugh. Spock is here, with him, alive and going to be well.

Life is good. Better than he hoped for.

“Yeah, you kinda are, Spock. You kinda are.”

Since Autumn is officially here, I couldn’t resist using this picture. Autumn is my favorite season (even if holiday wise Christmas is my favorite).

I suspect you will see these two again in October.

September 25, 2020

Flash Fic, September 11, 2020

In 2018 I wrote a song fic, How Am I Supposed to Live Without You? A Michael Bolton song but I preferred the Laura Branigan version.

I even got art for it.

This is a sequel to that short story.

“How long’s it been?”

Jim looked up from the test he was studying for. “I don’t know. Thirty minutes?”

“No, brainless. Since, you started seeing my teacher.”

Jim blushed. “I’m not seeing him. We just, we’ve gone for tea and coffee a few times.”

“Ten times.”

“That’s a few.”

Bones snorted and flung himself dramatically on to his back on his dorm room bunk.

“Sometimes we have muffins and cookies with it.”

“You’ve also been to dinner with him.”

“Just twice.”

“Three times. And don’t you have a date tonight?”

Jim sighed. “It’s not a date, Bones.”

“Going to the movies, just the two of you. You don’t like him?”

“I like him.”

“Don’t tell me you’re still mooning over Tommy?”

“I’m not.” Jim scowled. “I’m just…”

“If Spock isn’t who you want, Jim, you probably shouldn’t string him along. Isn’t he the one who keeps inviting you?”

“Yeah but…”

There was a knock at the door. Jim looked at Bones.

“That’s him. I gotta go.”

“Think about what I said.”

“Bones”. Jim shook his head.

He opened the door and smiled. “Hi. Let me just grab my coat.”

“Your scarf too. The wind is picking up and it will be quite cold when the movie is over.”

“Okay.”

Jim turned to get his scarf off the coatrack and saw that Bones was sitting up staring at Spock.

“Good evening, Doctor McCoy.”

“Hello Spock.”

Jim bit his lip. “Want to-want to come with us?”

He was aware that Spock turned his head to stare him. He felt his cheeks warm.

Bones looked like he was biting the inside of his cheek. “No, that’s quite all right. Go on.”

They went out into the night.

Jim wrapped in his fleece coat and scarf, trying not to look in Spock’s direction. They made it out of the area where the dorms were before Spock stopped him.

“Jim, I believe we should forgo the planned movie to talk.”

Which absolutely filled Jim with dread. But he nodded.

“Where?”

Jim assumed he’d pick somewhere close and public and quiet. Where a quick exit could be made.

“My apartment is not too far.”

Well. That was a surprise and Jim wasn’t sure what to make of that, but he nodded and followed Spock there.

They hadn’t ever gone there. Or Jim hadn’t. So he didn’t know where he was going but the building was familiar.

Once inside, and in an apartment on the second floor, Spock turned to Jim.

“Jim, I am…”

“You’re leaving, right?”

“What?”

“Going back to Vulcan. Isn’t that it?”

Spock stared at him. “No.”

Jim closed his eyes and then opened them again. “What?”

“Jim, I have spent these many weeks asking you on dates—”

“Dates.”

“Trying to woo you and—”

“Woo me.”

“With your inviting along McCoy I can only surmise that you are not interested in a romantic pairing and that is your choice, and while, I am, admittedly disappointed, I wish to make it clear that a friendship is an acceptable alter…mm.”

Jim flung himself into Spock’s arms and kissed him.

Spock kissed right back.

And then, when they came up for air, Spock gazed into Jim’s eyes.

“Then I surmise you are interested. I do not understand.”

“Before, I had this guy, and I was crazy about him. So in love.”

“That was why you were crying on the ground when I met you.”

“Yeah. I never told him I loved him, and he wanted someone else anyway and he moved away. I thought …if I started to become too involved with you, that you would leave too, that you only wanted to be friends, just like him, and I didn’t want to-I was afraid for that to happen. If I allowed myself to think we were something more than friends, well, and you went to Vulcan or…”

“I am not going anywhere, Jim.” Spock pushed him against the nearest wall and kissed him again. “And I definitely want to be more than friends.”

Jim grinned. “Me too.”

“About the movie.”

Jim grabbed the collar of Spock’s sweater and drew him close. “What movie?”

September 11, 2020

Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

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