Continuing story

Flash Fic, June 01, 2020

Spock watched somewhat apprehensively as the human’s boy’s gaze skittered over the room, landing nowhere.

“This will be your room.”

“Okay,” Jim said in a small voice.

Earlier, Spock’s mom had made cinnamon cookies and she had given one to Jim. To Spock’s discomfort, Jim had merely stared long and hard at the cookie. Spock had been about to advise Jim that he should eat it when his mother had firmly shaken her head at him.

Jim had then asked for a napkin and when he’d received one, he had carefully wrapped it around the cookie.

Spock’s mother had advised him that he wasn’t to make a fuss over anything Jim did unless it was directly harmful to Jim or someone else. So now Jim still had the wrapped cookie in hand and while Spock watched he walked over to the chest full of drawers, opened one of them, and placed the cookie inside.

Spock wanted to tell him that no one, no one, would take the cookie from him. In fact, Jim could have all the cookies he could eat, Spock would make sure of that, but his mother’s words of warning still rang in his head so he remained silent.

Earlier, Jim had showered under the supervision of Spock’s mother. His hair was still damp and plastered to his head and surprisingly he looked even smaller and slighter than before.

That Sarek thought Jim should go to another family on Vulcan in the condition he clearly was in, was quite unfathomable to Spock. For all that Sarek was married to a human and had a human foster daughter, Spock did not think Sarek knew humans very well at all.

“You should rest for the night, Jim,” he told the boy. “The bed has been made to be comfortable for you. There should be everything you need here. I am not far should you need anything, however. There is also a call button next to the bed if you need Mother.”

“I understand.”

Spock wished to say more but didn’t know what. So he turned to leave, his hand resting near the off switch for the light.

“No,” Jim said urgently.

Spock turned quickly back.

“Can you…leave the light on?” Jim wouldn’t look at him. “The…darkness…I don’t…”

“Yes,” Spock said. “I will leave it on.”

Jim nodded. Still not looking at Spock.

“Goodnight.”

When he stepped outside, Michael was waiting for him. Spock was not surprised.

“How is he?”

“Afraid.”

“I can see why.” She reached down and pulled a stuffed dog out of her bag and handed it to Spock. “Give him this.”

Spock frowned. “I do not think…”

“Give it to him. It’ll help.” She turned and went back to her room.

Spock turned back to Jim’s door and knocked softly. Then he opened the door and stepped inside.

“Jim, Michael thought you might wish to have this while here.”

Jim eyed the dog. “I’m not a child.”

He nodded. “That is what I expected. I will tell her that you are not interested in having it.”

“You can…leave it. There on the bed.”

Surprised, Spock brought the stuffed dog to the bed and left it there. Jim still not meeting his gaze.

“Goodnight,” he said. And once more left Jim’s room.

June 1, 2020

Flash Fic, 04/10/2020

Decided to go with something a little different. This will likely be a letter Jim will write to his mother in part of a future chapter of Our So-Called Life. So this is a flashy snippet, if you will.

Dear Mama

I hope this correspondence finds you well.

I apologize for the tardiness of my reply. And for the rather formal tone of this message. I find that I am experiencing, perhaps, unwilling influence by the company I have been keeping of late.

In all seriousness and fairness, I am getting along well with Spock and his family here on Vulcan. All Vulcans have treated me fairly and kindly although impersonally in my interactions with them. I believe they find me…fascinating…in their own way. A bit of a curiosity.

It’s hot here. I mean really hot. But I am okay as long as I have my breathing shots and stuff like that. And my personal bedroom is kept cool to my liking. The food is rather bland for the most part, though Spock’s mother has made an occasional Earth treat for the two of us.

As for the school here, I am adapting well, and can keep up with my classmates admirably. That’s a direct quote from a certain someone. My days are filled with study and learning Vulcan. Apparently that is required of me.

My nights are spent playing chess, reading, and playing Earth board games with my hosts. I beat them every time. I swear I am not bragging.

It’s not as terrible as I thought it would be. But I am rather bored much of the time. They just don’t like to do much here. I once asked Spock if he’d like to go out and play catch with me. He looked at me quite perplexed and said, “Catch what?”

I have not tried since.

I will write more often. But for now, Spock’s mother is setting up Scrabble. She made Vulcan cookies. I have not yet found out if they are a bland form of cookies Vulcans enjoy or cookies shaped like Vulcans. Are you smiling? I will let you know.

Your son, Jim

April 10, 2020

Flash Fic, 03/27/2020

a continuation

“I’m, uh, well, I’m sorry about leaving you with my mom, you know, alone.”

Jim rubbed the back of his neck and tried not to look directly at Spock. While it was true he definitely felt some amusement at leaving Spock to face Winona while he dealt with the admiral’s endless questions, he also felt a little embarrassed. Things were so damn new between them. There’d been plenty of sex and affection, but no real declarations involving long term or-or-whatever.

Spock was in Jim’s room, looking at Jim with that rather Vulcan blank look that turned Jim on like crazy. There wasn’t much about Spock that didn’t turn Jim on. But it was more than lust for Jim. And he thought for Spock. But just…

“The amount of time you were gone was not excessive,” Spock replied.

“No. But…she probably drove you a little nuts with her nosey questions.”

Spock merely shrugged.

Jim cleared his throat. “Anyway, you know me, with most things I leap before looking.”

“This is true.”

He sensed a reproach in there. He ignored it and continued, “But not in relationships. I never do then. Except, well, with you, I have. And I’m a little paranoid that I’m going to say or do something that will doom me before we get started.”

Spock tilted his head. Yet another thing that turned Jim on. “We have, as you say, already started.”

“Yeah.” And Jim laughed at that. A nervous laugh, yeah. “You might be regretting that about now.”

“I am not,” Spock said simply. His gaze went to the presents from Jim’s mom, which Jim had placed on the bed. “What did she give you?”

“Oh. You know. Mom things, I guess.” And then he felt stupid and idiotic. Spock’s mom was human and well…God, he really was going to fuck this all up. He sunk down, defeated, on the bed.

Spock came over and sat beside him. “Your mother is alive and is in your life. You cannot nor should you avoid speaking of her with me simply because mine is deceased.”

“You knew that’s what went through my mind?”

Spock nodded.

“Because of the telepathy?”

“No. Because I have come to know you better than you think. Show me your gifts.”

Jim smiled. “Okay. But there’s like underwear, pajamas, chips, cookies…” He laughed at Spock’s arched brow. “I like to eat. A lot. Because, well, maybe someday I’ll tell you. But look at these. You have to try them…”

March 27, 2020

Flash Fic 02/26/2020

Jim slammed on the brakes of the car he was using to speed down the road away from the farmhouse, away from his life there. He really had no idea where he was going, other than away from Frank, away from the dickhead who’d made Sam leave.

The farmhouse had been theirs, his mom’s and dad’s, not that asshole, yet his words still rang in Jim’s ears as he had continued to drive.

“You live in my house.”

Bullshit, it wasn’t Frank’s house. Or it hadn’t used to be. But his mother was off planet again and Frank was back and in charge.

He’d sped right past Sam as he’d hitchhiked away. Sam looked shocked and Jim hadn’t blamed him.

Then the cop had pulled his vehicle right in front of Jim as he was about to head down a dirt path that led to the cliff and the crater.

Now smoke was coming from his brakes and tires. Jim winced as the cop approached him.

“Citizen.”

Jim opened his mouth to say his name when the cop reached up and removed his helmet to reveal a Vulcan.

His Vulcan.

Well…the mysterious one he had seen twice before.

“Uh. Hey.”

“Jim. What are you doing?”

He scowled now. “Driving this old car. And that…you said he was gone. Frank. But you lied.”

“It was not intended to be a lie,” the Vulcan said. “He had been taken to jail. I didn’t know that he would reunite with your mother.”

Jim felt his bottom lip tremble, so he looked away. “He talks a good game when he wants to. He charmed her into thinking he’d changed.”

“I see. Jim, you must turn this car around and go back.”

“What? Why? I don’t want to go back.”’

“Driving your stepfather’s car over a cliff is not the answer.”

He looked at the Vulcan. “Well I…”

“Jim. I will take care of Frank.”

“You-you said that before. And he came back. He hurt me again.”

“I know. But never ever again.”

“And I’m just supposed to listen to you. I don’t even know your name. Who are you?”

“I cannot say. But I am from the…future.”

“The future?”

“Yes. Your future. Turn around, Jim, and go back. Please.”

Jim slammed his hand down on the steering wheel. “Fine.”

He turned the car around and drove back to the farmhouse. To his surprise, Sam had returned. He stood in the yard with his backpack.

Jim stopped the car and got out, looking at Sam in question. “Where’s Frank?”

Sam shook his head. “I don’t know. He’s not here.”

Jim bit his lip. “How come you’re back?”

Sam shrugged. “There was this Vulcan…”

February 26, 2020

Flash Fic, 02/19/2020

Spock met Jim at a restaurant across town not that far from the department store where Jim worked. There was still so little he knew about the younger man. The truth was Spock found his extraordinary masculine beauty quite intimidating. He had never known someone as attractive as Jim. And Spock had grown up feeling somewhat awkward, anyway, considering he was not fully accepted by either Humans or Vulcans. This had bothered him in a way it did not seem to bother Vanik.

But in any event, because he was still quite shy with Jim, Spock had failed to learn much information about Kirk.

Jim already waited at a table when Spock arrived, though he stood up as Spock approached.

“Hi Spock. You’re a little late. Thought maybe I’d been stood up.” He smiled though and retook is seat as Spock sat himself down.

It was not like Spock to be late and he said so, “I do apologize for my tardiness. It is uncommon.”

Spock would not explain that he had taken extra time to assure his appearance would be appealing.

“It’s okay,” Jim assured him. “Just glad you’re here. I’m always half expecting that you won’t show.”

Spock frowned slightly. “Why would you expect that?”

Jim smiled somewhat wistfully. “Well. It’s pretty clear that Vanik wanted us to get together. He pushed you into this with machinations. Would you have asked me out if he hadn’t orchestrated things?”

He believed in honesty. “No.”

That wistful smile deepened. “So you see.”

“While it is true I would not have asked you, it is not because I was not interested in you.”

“No?”

Spock could not meet Jim’s gaze. “Quite the opposite. I find you most compelling.”

“Then…why?”

His gaze rose and met those startling blue eyes. “I…do not do well in personal interactions.”

Jim smiled. It was not at all mocking or even amused. It was…gentle. “You mean you’re shy?”

“Yes.” He felt his ears warm. “Yes.”

“You have nothing at all to worry about, Spock,” Jim said then. “I find you compelling too.”

February 19, 2020

Flash Fic, 01/24/2020

A prequel…

Jim couldn’t remember feeling this bad ever. Mommy must have been worried too, because despite the fact Mommy’s new boyfriend, Frank, didn’t want to be bothered taking Jim to the hospital, because he told Jim’s mommy that Jim was just faking it for attention. That Jim didn’t want Mommy going out with Frank.

“If you had waited too much longer, I’m not sure he would have made it,” the nice doctor said to Mommy. Jim heard them talking near his bed, trying to be quiet. “He’s very sick.”

They left him alone then, to go talk some more, Jim guessed.

But then a man stood over his bed. One Jim didn’t know. But he was not human, Jim knew. He had pointy ears and dark eyes, that were kind when Jim looked at him.

“Are you a Vulcan?” Jim asked, weakly

“Shh. It is okay. Do not speak.” The Vulcan put his hand on Jim’s face. “You have a fever.”

“Mommy says I’m very sick.”

“You are, Jim. But I am here to help you.”

“Are you a doctor?”

“Something like that.” His finger spread out across Jim’s cheek. “Go to sleep, Jim. When you wake up, you will feel better.”

“But…”

The Vulcan smiled very slightly. “All will be well.”

Jim felt a warmth in cheek that flowed from his skin and seemed to envelope him. And his eyes felt so heavy. The fingers moved from his face as he fell into a deep sleep.

January 24, 2020

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