Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Fan Fiction and Personal Ramblings


Flag Day

Happy Birthday, J

“You know what today is, right?”

Chris looked up from the book he was reading to take a long sip of his coffee. “Flag day.”

Zach snorted. “Sure. Besides that.”

Chris popped a bite of chocolate chip rugelach into his mouth and chewed.  “Your friend’s birthday.”

“Uh-huh. That too.” Zach pointed. “You have, uh, you have pastry bits in your beard.”

Chris wiped at his beard with a napkin. “Guess I gotta take care of that. But what? If it’s not just Flag Day and your friend’s birthday, what is it?”

“Seven years ago on this day you told me you loved me for the first time.” Zach laughed. “I know. Corny as hell right?”

Chris smiled. “Nope. Well, maybe a little. But I fell in love with you because you’re corny.”

“A ringing endorsement,” he said dryly.

“Eh. I’m corny too. And I’d totally take you back to bed and show you how much I love you…except.”

Zach nodded. ”You’re making a movie.”

“Yeah. Which I’m already later for thanks to this morning’s activities.” Chris jumped up and left the kitchen.

“Don’t forget to clean off your beard!”

“Yeah yeah.”

Zach picked up his half-eaten rugalach and took a large bite.

“Hey, don’t eat my rugalach. I want to take it with me.”


“Damn.” Chris came back in to the kitchen and kissed him. “Gotta go.”

Zach grinned, pulled him close once more, and kissed him for a much longer time.

“You sure we don’t have time to—”

“Positive. Get going.”

And Chris did. Zach looked down at the three…four demanding dogs.  

Now he had to walk all of them. Great.

Happy Flag Day June 14, 2021 (Flash)

Photo by Karolina Grabowska on

You’re a grand old flag
You’re a high-flying flag
And forever in peace may you wave
You’re the emblem of
The land I love
The home of the free and the brave
Ev’ry heart beats true
Under red, white and blue
Where there’s never a boast or brag
But should old acquaintance be forgot
Keep your eye on the grand old flag

If you are looking for the main Birthday story, Longer (based on the song by Dan Fogelberg, please go here.

“So,  your birthday is Flag Day, huh?”

Spock heard the flirtatious tone in his mate’s voice even from his position by the door of the drinking establishment. He’d come looking for Jim.

Jim sat on a bar stool at the bar, next to a pretty blonde woman with a rather extravagant hairdo piled atop her head.

“Flag Day?”

“Oh. Well. An old Earth thing. Many years ago, centuries really, Iowa was part of the United States of America,” Jim said, cheerfully. “They had a holiday back then on this day.”

“Ohhh.” The blonde was leaning toward him, smiling brightly.

Spock sighed and approached.

Jim glanced at Spock, his smile not dimming even a little. “Hello there, Mister Spock. This here is…what did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t,” she replied, coyly.

“Birthday Flag Girl then. It’s her birthday. I bought her a drink.”

“I see that. Happy Birthday.”

“Thank you,” she said.

“This is my esteemed second officer.”


Jim nodded.  “And also a big pain in the a—”

“I am also the captain’s husband,” Spock interrupted coolly.

The blonde’s mouth pulled into an “O” shape.

“That too,” Jim acknowledged with a wave that nearly knocked him off the stool. Spock steadied him.

“And if you will excuse us, ma’am, I will be extracting him from this current situation.”

She shrugs a little and smiles, rather apologetically. “Can’t blame a girl, can you?”

Spock nods. “I cannot. But I assure you that he’s twice the big pain in the ass as he was about to say I was.”

She laughed at that. She really was attractive. But she could not have Jim. No one could but Spock. He was Spock’s “problem” to deal with.

Spock helped Jim to slide himself off the stool and he held onto Spock with a firm but trembling grip. The blonde woman excused herself then.

“Happy birthday, Flag Girl” Jim yelled after her.

Spock turned Jim toward the exit door but Jim wasn’t moving.

“You still mad at me?” Jim asked, gazing at Spock from beneath his lashes. Unfortunately for Spock he was adorable and sexy and Spock could not resist him.

“I am not. But you did over indulge. Come. It’s time to return to your farmhouse.”

“Not mine,” Jim mumbled. But this time he allowed Spock to take him to the door and outside. “I hate Riverside.”

“I know, ashayam. We leave tomorrow.”

Jim smiled. “Yeah. Love you.”

Spock returns the smile and the sentiment.

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