February Flashes

Flash Fic, February 09, 2024

Jim is irresistible to Vulcans.

“There are currently three Vulcans outside wanting to see you.”

Jim pushed the glasses that had fallen down to the edge of his nose back into place. He stared at his friend, Gaila.

He was sitting at a table near the Green Tea Café where he worked part time just to have something to do during too quiet times on Vulcan. And there were a lot of quiet times.

He’d come to live there temporarily with his mother while she was on assignment for Starfleet there. They had a couple of months still to go.

Ever since they’d escaped the famine on Tarsus, his mom wouldn’t let him out of her sight. He was an adult now and she still wanted him with her.

“What for?”

Gaila, an Orion girl, laughed. “To give you Valentines, of course.”

He made a face. “Isn’t that illogical? I mean they’re Vulcans. They don’t have Valentine’s Day.”

“Earthers do and that’s what you are. So they are giving you something appropriate to your species. Or something like that. Face it, Jim, you’re irresistible to Vulcans.”

“Get real.”

“It’s true. They come here constantly and it certainly isn’t for the weak green tea.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Tell them you already have a Vulcan boyfriend.”

Jim laughed. “I don’t.”

She rolled her eyes as she poured herself a cup of the weak tea. “Yes you do. Spock.”

Jim snorted. “Right. He’s not my boyfriend. I’m tutoring him in Military Tactics.”

Gaila took a sip of her tea, filled one for Jim, brought it over, and sat across from him.

“What are you doing?”

“Studying for the Vulcan Science Academy exam.”

“You aren’t actually going to go there, are you?”

“No,” Jim admitted. “I just want to show them I could get in if I wanted to.”

“Just bat those baby blues at the council and they will let you in.” Gaila shook her head. “You’re blind.”

“Huh?’

“Spock has it bad for you.”

“He does not.”

“Do you honestly think a Vulcan needs to be tutored? About anything?” She rolled her eyes. “He wants you. He just comes at it differently than those guys out there with their Valentine’s. And that makes him smart. He spends hours next to you, gazing into your eyes, right where he wants to be. While they’re all out there still trying to get you to give them the time of day.”

“Gaila—” He shook his head. The door of the Café opened.

She looked behind her shoulder and smiled. “Speak of your Vulcan Lover Boy. It’s time for a…” She did air quotes. “’Tutoring Session’”.

*Look for Part 2 on Monday

February 9, 2024

Flash Fic, February 07,2024

A bit of a sequel to Monday’s flash

“How was shopping?

Spock accepted Jim’s welcoming kiss somewhat greedily. He would never tire of Jim’s kisses and he acknowledged that made him a sap.

“It was quite challenging until I thought, what would Jim do?’

Jim laughed. They were in the kitchen where Jim was preparing dinner. He handed a cup of steaming hot tea to Spock.

“A logical thought.”

Spock arched a brow. “Hardly. But as it happens I know you well enough to tell Amanda that we would just buy both of her purchases.”

“Bet that made her happy.”

“Indeed. For five minutes anyway.”

“Dad, Mandy’s cheating!”

“I am not. I just play better.”

“Dad!”

Jim sighed and laughed. “Seran, just…deal.”

There was a long-suffering sigh but the children quieted down.

“Did you acquire a Valentine’s Day gift for me?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Amanda told me you had and asked what I was getting you.”

“Don’t worry about it. I know gift giving isn’t your thing.”

“That is hardly the point,” Spock replied. “I am terrible at choosing presents, as you have repeatedly told me, but the effort must be made if you indulged me.”

Jim kissed him. “Just give me a rose. Or candy. Or something easy.”

“What did you get me?”

“Nothing extravagant. A special tea.”

Spock nodded. That wasn’t so bad.

“A teapot to go along with it.”

“Jim.”

“Maybe some matching cups. No big deal.” Jim smiled.

“I will never be able to compete with you, will I?” Spock asked dryly.

“Nope. So don’t even try. A small box of chocolate almonds will do the trick and make me your slave for life.”

Spock arched a brow. “For only a small box?”

“Mm. For a few hours then.”

“Father!”

“Oh dear.” Jim chuckled. “Now he’s going for the big guns.”

“I had better break up the melee.”

Jim gave him a lingering kiss. “Dinner in fifteen minutes.”

And so Spock went to deal with the children.

Life was amazing.

February 7, 2024

Flash Fic, February 02, 2024

It’s love month. And I’m on a cruise, but here’s a little flash for you

“Jim?”

He smiled faintly at his husband’s voice, already aware through the bond they shared that Spock was on his way to find him.

“Doctor McCoy said you left the celebration.”

Jim nodded even as Spock came up behind him and pulled him into his arms, wrapping his strong arms around Jim’s middle.

“Not really in the mood for all that.”

“You are sad.”

It sounded faintly accusatory and Jim supposed from Spock it kinda was. But he knew Spock meant well.

“Just a bit. Been a trying day.”

“I heard that Ensign Walker didn’t make it.”

Jim nodded. “I knew his mom. You know, back in the academy. She wasn’t his mom then.” He laughed. “God I feel old.”

“You are in the prime of your life,” Spock insisted.

“Mm. Thanks to evil maniacal blood.”

“Blood has no emotions or such characteristics. It is simply blood.”

“Well, in his case not simple.”

“I am grateful for what it has done for you. What else has you sad?

“I don’t know. Just…sometimes it gets to be a lot.” Jim turns and buries his face in Spock’s neck. “But you here with me is the best thing ever. I love you so much.”

“And I love you, my T’hy’la. If you do not wish to return to the party there is a massage waiting for you in our bedroom.”

“Now I really love you.” He kissed Spock. “You really are the best. Ever. Thank you.”

February 2, 2024

Bombay Chapter 6

The rest of the day proved to be fairly normal, but in the morning when Spock went to leave his apartment, Bombay ran out the door.

“Bombay, come back,” Spock called after the feline, but the cat was gone out of the outside courtyard.

At first, Spock wasn’t sure if he should go after him. Bombay wasn’t his and perhaps the cat had decided to leave to seek his real home. But then Spock knew that he could not just let the cat go without knowing he was safe, especially given his already witnessing a person abusing the animal, and so he set out in pursuit.

When he got to the street, Spock glanced first to the left which would take him in direction of a less crowded suburban area. He saw no sign Bombay had gone that way. He turned to look to the right toward the city and the direction Spock himself would go when going to Starfleet Academy. He spotted Bombay’s raised tail as the cat trotted off in that direction.

With a bit of a sigh, Spock followed after, increasing his pace the more the cat seemed to get ahead of him. Once more he wondered if he should just let the animal go.

He was about to slow his pace when Bombay ran into the intersection of a street and missed getting hit by a speeding hover cab by mere inches. The cat stopped in the street then, looking disoriented, and for a moment Spock thought perhaps the cab had not missed the feline after all.

Spock rushed to his side, ignoring the twinge in his leg, and scooped the cat up into his arms. Another hover vehicle honked at Spock and the cat, so he hurried back to the safety of the sidewalk.

“You cannot run out in front of cars,” Spock admonished the cat, as though the furball could understand him. He glance back toward the way to his apartment. It would take him time to take Bombay and then he would be late to begin the teaching of his class. His leg already ached from overuse considering his prior injury.

Spock made up his mind. He would have to find something to keep the cat in while he taught, but, “You are coming with me.”

****

The day proved to be much more uneventful than it had begun, Spock realized, as he made his way home with Bombay in a cardboard box he had obtained at the Academy.

During two of his taught courses, Bombay had made something of a ruckus but eventually when he realized he wasn’t getting free, Bombay had curled up in the box and went to sleep.

He had just fed the cat when there was a knock on his door. The cat jumped into his arms and began to rub against Spock’s neck and purr.

“Apparently you have forgiven me for trapping you n that box,” Spock said, as he made his way to the door. Whoever was knocking was impatient, as they rapped again, this time much louder and with more force.

Spock opened the door, holding onto Bombay tighter so the cat wouldn’t try to escape.

There stood a man Spock did not know. He wore a fedora, which seemed odd. He grinned broadly.

“You have my cat!”

February 24, 2023

Flash Fic, February 22, 2023

She’d insisted on wearing a traditional wedding dress rather than giving into the idea of wearing Vulcan robes. The dress fell long to just the top of her delicate little ballet slippers, which were trimmed with tiny little cloth roses in yellow that seemed to go very well with her off-white dress and shoes. She’d chosen not to don a veil or a tiara, nothing like that. She just had her blonde hair, now streaked rather liberally with gray, piled high on her head with ringlets cascading down.

She looked beautiful. Even breathtaking if Jim was allowed to say so considering she was his mama.

“I bet you looked like this when you married dad.”

Winona Kirk, soon to be Kirk no more, Jim supposed, turned and gave him a radiant smile. “Oh but a lot younger, of course.” She sighed and smoothed out her dress. “Is it stupid that I’m nervous?”

“Nope. It’s not every day you get married. And even less that you marry a Vulcan.”

“And yet you did too.”

“Uh-huh.” Jim sat down on the edge of her bed as she stood before the free-standing full length mirror in her bedroom.

Sarek had, somewhat surprisingly, agreed to have their marriage and bonding ceremony in Riverside at the farmhouse. The couple would split their time between the farmhouse and their house on New Vulcan.

If someone had told Jim a year ago that his father-in-law would one day become his stepfather, well…life was strange sometimes. But Sarek seemed to make his mother happy and that was what mattered to Jim.

“Were you nervous?”

“I was. And I had a bit of cold feet, too.”

She frowned at him. “Did you?”

“Sure. All that bonding for life, mind meld shit, it’s a lot to deal with.” He laughed. “You know that. You’re dealing with some of that yourself.”

“We haven’t really done much in the way of melds. But yes. I’m still surprised to hear you had doubts.”

“Of course I did. But I loved Spock, so I set those aside and married him anyway.”

“And now?”

Jim laughed. “Now I’m deliriously happy and have no clue what my problem was. How about you, Mom? You have any doubts?”

She thought about it. Shook her head. “No. I am nervous. Maybe I’ll say the wrong thing, stumble over my words, that kind of thing. I don’t want to embarrass Sarek in front of the priestess or other Vulcans. But doubts about being Sarek’s wife? No. I love him and he loves me. We’re different, sure, but I think those differences make us work really well. I never had doubts about your dad either.”

Jim nodded, smiled, and stood to offer her his arm.

“Frank was a different story.”

“Yeah?”

“I definitely had a million alarms going off in my head, but I ignored them, thinking it was just…not wanting to let go of your father.” She shook her head ruefully. “What a fool I was. I should have listened to my instincts.”

“You weren’t a fool. You were just lonely and wanted companionship. You chose the wrong guy. But you’re no fool, Mom.”

“I certainly have a spectacular son.” She hugged him.

“Come on, let’s get you married.”

They exited her bedroom and went down the stairs and out to the yard to begin.

And that concludes the love month of February, thanks for reading

February 22, 2023

Flash Fic, February 20, 2023

J asked for President’s Day so…

“Happy President’s Day.” Jim sat down hard in the rec room chair across from Spock. He clutched a giant cup of coffee in his hands.

Spock looked at him with no sense of friendliness. “The Federation recognizes no such day.”

“Yeah, I know. But where I come from, what used to be America, well they did. You know Washington and Lincoln. That kind of thing.” At Spock’s barely concealed derision, Jim sighed. “Never mind.”

“Is that all you are having for breakfast?”

Jim glanced down at his coffee. “Mm.”

“That’s not very good nutrition, Captain.”

“Thanks Mom.”

“I am not your mother.”

“No kidding. Or my doctor.”

Spock continued to study him. “You seem tense and a bit pale. Are you feeling all right?”

“A little…out of sorts. Not sure what’s wrong with me. I’m cranky. Crankier than you or Bones, which is saying something.”

“I…am sorry for contributing to your general bad mood. I spoke with my father last night.”

“That explains a lot.” Jim sipped his coffee. “It’s fine, Spock.”

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better, Captain?”

“Not unless you wanna give me a full body massage,” he joked.

Spock’s eyebrow rose.

“And don’t report me for that, Spock. It was a joke.”

“I am amenable to providing you with a massage.”

Jim had seen some cartoon once where the character wiggled his finger in his ear to establish the joke that he couldn’t believe his ears. Jim did that now.

“Say what? I think I didn’t hear you right.”

“You did. When our shift is over, I’ll come to your quarters.”

“Spock, are you…you’re not…are you coming on to me?” Jim felt foolish even asking that. He figured he’d got it wrong and Spock would tell him.

“Of course I am.”

Jim’s mouth opened.

Spock stood. “Do you accept?”

“Uh.” Jim blinked. “Yeah?”

Spock nodded. “I will be by your quarters with my massage oils after shift.”

After Spock walked away, Jim gasped, “Massage oils?” His day had definitely improved.

February 20, 2023

Bombay, Chapter 5

Spock decided not to wait for Nyota’s class as he was too curious about James T. Kirk to adopt his usual amount of patience.
He tried to pretend to himself it had nothing to do with how uncommonly attractive Kirk had been. At least in Spock’s opinion.
And there was the added fact that Bombay’s eye color seemed to be an exact match for Kirk’s. A coincidence of course but it made Spock all the more curious.
After doing some preliminary research, Spock decided to contact George Samuel Kirk, the older brother and seeming spokesperson for the family. He requested communication with him if it was permitted.
It was a few hours later when Jim Kirk’s brother contacted him.
George Samuel Kirk, he told Spock the family called him Sam to distinguish him from George Kirk, resembled George Kirk more than he did his younger brother, Spock thought.
Sam leaned back in a rocking chair and stared rather sourly at Spock.
“What is it you want exactly?”
“To make inquiries about your brother’s disappearance.”
“Don’t you mean death?”
Spock shook his head.
“Your Starfleet has declared him dead.”
“I am sorry. But you and your family have doubts.”
Sam snorted. “You bet we do. They never found a body in the wreckage. Nothing like that.”
“What did they find?”
“It’s all a matter of record,” Sam said with no hidden disdain. “They found the burned out crashed shuttlecraft and the remains of Doctor Helen Moore, and her two medical assistants, Ensign Allen Luras and Ensign Inid Harr. The door of the shuttle was inoperable and there was no sign it was ever opened after the crash. They found no trace of Jim’s remains, though there was evidence someone had used the seatbelt in the co-pilot’s seat beside Helen Moore.”
“And they are certain Commander Kirk was on the shuttlecraft when it left the Endeavor?”
“Yes.”
Spock nodded. “Do you have any theories?”
Sam hesitated, then slowly shook his head. “Other than someone must have abducted Jim. That’s always been our belief.”
“For what purpose?”
“How should I know?”
“And how would they have done so when the door was inoperable?”
Sam’s lips thinned. “There was a hole in the door.”
“How large?”
“Large enough for Jim,” Sam insisted. “But there was no sign of him on the planet anywhere. Or so they said.”
“You don’t believe it?”
“No, I don’t. Jim’s alive. I can feel it. And someone has him. I don’t know why they haven’t come forward. But my family hasn’t given up no matter what they tell you. Starfleet may have decided Jim’s dead, but he’s alive.” Sam frowned. “I gotta go.”
And then the screen winked out and Spock was left staring at nothing. HE couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something Sam was not telling him. Some elusive clue.

February 17, 2023

Flash Fic, February 15, 2023

I had hoped to have a fic with Sarek and Winona for today but time got away from me and I’m just not able to get it done for this week, so I hope to have it up for February 22, the last flash for February. This week I wrote a short but hopefully sweet one for today. But hey, you got two this week so there is that!

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

“Jim?”

Jim looked up from the poem he’d been reading out loud and smiled when he saw Spock standing in the doorway of their shared bathroom. “Hey. You ready to play chess?”

“Yes. You were reading a love poem?”

Jim nodded. “Yes. My favorite poem about love. I think my favorite lines are ‘I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach’ and ‘I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears of all my life: if, God choose, I shall but love thee better after death’. It’s a beautiful poem.”

Spock steppe inside Jim’s quarters and handed him a small red box. “I believe it might be a good time to give you this.”

Jim took the box and stared at Spock. “What is this?”

“A gift for Valentine’s Day.”

He smiled quizzically. “I didn’t know we were exchanging gifts for that. I asked Uhura if that had been a thing and she said—”

Spock shook his head. “We did not, it is true. And I expect nothing from you, save your answer.”

Jim sucked in a breath and flipped open the box. “Yes.”

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February 15, 2023

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