Flash Fic Fridays

Flash Fic, March 28, 2025

The day was going pretty good, Jim thought, and he was in a good mood. He should have known, but in truth he was entirely gobsmacked when Uhura chased him down.

“Captain, is it true?”

“Is what true, Lieutenant?”

She grabbed his arm and brought him over to the side of the corridor.

“Spock got married?”

His heart dropped into his stomach and it was all he could do to maintain composure. “Excuse me?”

“On New Vulcan. You didn’t hear?”

Spock had taken a leave on New Vulcan as he’d been informed Sarek was ill. He’d been gone just over three weeks and Jim had been expecting him to return to the Enterprise in a week.

“Got married,” he repeated faintly.

“Yes. To a Vulcan woman. At Sarek’s insistence I understand.” She huffed. “I thought he’d given that all up when he decided to stay with us but now—”

Just before Spock left, he’d kissed Jim for the first time. They’d kissed a lot before he left, with the promise of more to come.

“Where did you hear this?” Jim forced himself to ask. “Was it a reliable source?”

Uhura pursed her lips. “Very reliable.” She glanced away for a moment, then back to him. “I was monitoring communications to Starfleet, and the Federation, sir, and—”

“Wait. You were listening in on classified communications””

She looked embarrassed. “They weren’t exactly classified. I’d been wondering how it was going there since we hadn’t heard anything and I became concerned.” She lowered her voice. “I thought for sure that the two of you…”

He straightened. “That’s really none of your concern, Lieutenant.”

“Maybe. But you’re my friends, my family and…I don’t know what to think.”

Jim nodded. “All right. What exactly did you hear?”

“That Sarek wanted to officially report his son’s marriage.”

“And?”

She shook her head. “There was nothing else.”

“How do you know it was to a Vulcan woman?”

“Spock told me the council, which Sarek was now a member of, was still pressuring him about marrying a Vulcan and procreating to help the population. Sarek said he could remain on the Enterprise even after bonding as his Vulcan mate probably wouldn’t require him other than their appointed time.”

“Ponn Far.”

“Yes,” she agreed softly. “Spock wasn’t entirely sure he would experience it. We discussed it at length back when we…well, when we considered bonding.”

Through it all Jim wasn’t sure how he managed not to choke on his own heart break, but he found himself nodding again.

“I guess we wait for Spock to learn what happened.”

“Yes, sir. Captain…Jim…I’m…”

He patted her shoulder. “I’ll be okay, Nyota. Return to duty.”

“Yes, sir.”

And for the next week Jim did his best to forget about the whole thing. If Spock had gotten married, well, Jim would move on. He had no intention of maintaining a relationship with Spock, even if Spock only had to go to his wife during “his time”.

Jim made sure he wasn’t available when Spock returned to the Enterprise because he just couldn’t deal with it yet, but he should have known Spock would come straight to his quarters.

Jim sighed and called enter after the computer told him it was Spock.

He forced a smile. “Welcome back, Mister Spock. I hear congratulations are in order.”

Spock tilted his head. “Congratulations, Captain?”

“Yeah. You got married on New Vulcan? Uhura overhead something about reporting it to Starfleet.”

Spock shook his head.

“You didn’t get married to a Vulcan woman to produce babies?”

“I did not.” Spock took a few steps forward. “Jim, it was my belief we are engaged in a romantic relationship of our own. Albeit only just started when I left.”

“Well…yeah.”

“Why would I then marry someone else?”

Jim was starting to feel a lot better but he was still confused. “But what did Uhura overhear then?”

Spock seemed thoughtful and then he took Jim’s hand. “I believe Nyota might have overheard my father speaking about Sybok.”

“Who?”

“My half-brother. He survived the destruction of Vulcan and though my father was estranged with him, we cannot afford such estrangements. Sybok bonded with a Vulcan woman while we were both there to see my father during his illness.”

Jim blew out a relieved breath. “Oh. Well. Oh. How is your dad?”

“He is recovering.”

“I’m glad to hear. And sorry I jumped to conclusions.”

Spock pulled him into an embrace and Jim relaxed against him. “I missed you.”

Jim smiled. “Yeah? I missed you too.”

Spock pulled back and looked into Jim’s eyes. “I did not get married on New Vulcan. However, perhaps it is time I told you about T’hy’la.”

“T’hy’la?”

“You might wish to sit down.”

March 28, 2025

Flash Fic, March 21, 2025

I still have plans for a more involved Friday flash but I’m going away this weekend and I also need to update My Tears Will Wash Me Away so you are going to get a quicky simple one this week!

“We’re not here to meet one of your ex-lovers are we?” Bones asked with a mix of amusement and sarcasm that was pure Bones classic.

Jim shot him a look, mostly because Spock stood next to him and the Vulcan had visibly stiffened at the doctor’s words. Their…whatever…was new still. Like brand spanking new (and there had been spanking involved actually). So he guessed Bones could be forgiven for his faux pas.

“No,” he stressed. “Geez, despite rumors to the contrary I don’t have a lover in every port. Or, er, planet.”

Spock’s look was chilly but he said nothing.

They were on shore leave and naturally Spock hadn’t wanted to come along in the first place. But given what was really going on, Jim had insisted. He didn’t reveal any information to either Spock or Bones in case Jim was left disappointed again.

Which honestly was what he expected.

Still at the appointed time, as they stood there outside the seaside restaurant, Jim held his breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He was feeling a little sick.

“Captain?” Spock questioned.

Because even though the night before Spock had been fully engaged in Jim exploration he couldn’t quite give in to calling Jim by his name even on shore leave. It was still something Spock struggled with.

When five minutes had passed and still nothing, Jim began to give into the disappointment that had just been under the surface. He opened his mouth to apologize to his two friends when…

“Jim!”

Suddenly his mom launched into his arms and following right behind her was a big giant of a man who Jim recognized as his older brother. He managed to squeeze both their mom and Jim into a giant bear hug. Tears sprang to Jim’s eyes but he was pretty sure some of that was from having the breath squeezed out of him.

“I can’t breathe,” Jim finally croaked and Sam let go. Jim smiled at his mom and brother and then turned to Spock and Bones.

“Family, meet my other family.” And then he grabbed Spock’s arm and pulled him closer. “This is my…Spock.”

His mom grinned. “So you’re his Spock!”

Sam laughed and the sound of it filled Jim with warmth. It was going to be okay.

March 21, 2025

Flash Fic, March 14, 2025

This isn’t really what I wanted to post for this week but time got away from me and I didn’t have time to devote to the flash I intended to write, so you get this one. It’s sort of a mix of POVs which I don’t like to do in the same scene but eh, it is what it is. It also ended up being a bit longer than I thought it would.

Uhura didn’t often come to this part of the observation deck. At least not anymore. It was nicknamed “The Crying Room” because it seemed the location most chose to come when they were feeling particularly down. You had to be an officer to have access to this area and it had some of the best views of the stars and also many private areas for reflection.

When her relationship with Spock was ending, she’d come there but she’d moved on from those days. She no longer felt sorry for what was not meant to be and looked forward to the future.

She wasn’t even sure what brought her there this particular night. Intuition of some kind, maybe? Whatever. She had only been there a few short moments looking out at the vastness of space when she heard someone crying.

They weren’t far away and she turned to leave, feeling as though she was intruding on the person’s grief, but something in the way it sounded reminded her of who it might be and that was strange. She wouldn’t have expected to find him here these days. Maybe once, but now…

“Captain?”

Uhura approached the corner area where she knew there was a small alcove with a cushioned bench, like one of the old-fashioned fainting couches in long ago history. It was secluded and she guessed many didn’t even know it was there. There was one small round window that looked out to space, like a ship’s porthole.

“Captain?”

He was huddled in the bench, legs pulled up tight to his chest, arms wrapped around those legs.

“Jim? Are you all right?”

He shook his head but didn’t speak.

She was torn about what to do. He seemed so distraught she didn’t think it would be good to leave him like this.

“What happened?” she asked after a moment.

He wiped his eyes. “I’ve just had a really bad day.”

Not too far away was a chair that she could bring over so she did so and sat close by him..

“Like what? Tell me,” she urged gently. She wanted to contact Spock but first she needed to know how bad the situation was.

He didn’t answer at first and she thought he might not and she was prepared to get Spock anyway.

“I woke up after a nightmare with a really bad headache. Bones stabbed me with a hypo in the neck when I told him. And they always hurt, but I don’t know maybe he got it in a weird spot, because it really hurt. And then I was notified Wilkins didn’t make it.”

“Wilkins?”

“Security guard injured during the mission yesterday.”

“Oh,” she said softly.

“Then Komack contacted me. He’s sending us to a sector that’s known to be hostile and dangerous. I argued about it, got reprimanded for arguing and told to go anyway. That’s likely going to cost us more casualties. Lots of crew members injured or worse. And why? Because bureaucrats say so. People signed up to explore new words and civilizations not to get murdered by maniacal alien forces.”

Uhura didn’t respond to that. Everyone knew it was possible but Jim knew that just like she did.

“Spock and I had a big fight.”

Oh.

“How big? Like not talking for a few days or break up big?”

He closed his eyes.

“Listen, it can’t be that bad. Spock loves you. Like a crazy amount.”

He blew out a long breath. “Then my mom contacted me. Sam…he’s dying. There was an accident on Deneva where he’s been living. He’s not expected to survive. I haven’t…you know…he’s still my brother.”

“You really have had a bad day,” Uhura agreed. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

If he heard her, he didn’t acknowledge it.

She slipped out of the room and pulled out her communicator. “Uhura to Spock.”

It didn’t take long. “Spock here.”

“Listen, Jim’s in the observation area known as the Crying Room. He’s upset.”

“We had an argument and—”

“No,” she interrupted sharply. “Whatever your issue is, get over it. He’s really upset, Spock. I guess Leonard hurt him and Wilkins didn’t make it and Komack is being Komack and—”

“Nyota—”

“Spock. There was an accident and his brother isn’t expected to live.”

“I am on my way.”

Uhura wasn’t that surprised when he made it very quickly. She squeezed his arm and walked away, leaving her two commanding officers to it.

“Jim?”

Jim looked at Spock, his eyes brimming with tears. “Uhura contacted you?”

“Yes.” Spock stepped forward, scooped Jim up in his arms and moved to sit on the bench Jim had been only a moment before.

“We’re both not going to fit,” Jim protested.

Spock had to acknowledge he was right. “Will you come with me to your quarters?”

“Okay, but you’re not carrying me. I’m walking on my own.”

Spock agreed and set his captain down.

They departed the room and made their way to the turbolift in silence. Jim kept his gaze down and Spock was glad as they made their way to the captain’s quarters that they didn’t come upon anyone.

He entered Jim’s code and Jim stepped inside followed by Spock.

Spock instantly enveloped him in a tight embrace.

“I apologize for speaking in anger before.”

“Me too,” Jim mumbled against him.

“Do you want something to eat?”

“No.”

“Shower?”

Jim shook his head.

“Then let me get you ready for bed, where I will hold you and you can tell me everything.”

Spock took Jim’s hand and led him to the bed. He undressed his captain, then helped him into his pajamas, before undressing himself and putting on his preferred sleeping robe.

Then he got them both into the bed and pulled Jim close to him once more.

“I don’t like it when we fight.”

“I do not either. I was about to look for you when Nyota contacted me to apologize. I am so very sorry I contributed to your bad day, Ashaya. Your brother—”

Jim closed his eyes and pushed closer still to Spock, who tightened his grasp on him.

“I haven’t talked to him in years. Now I’ll never get the chance.”

Spock closed his eyes. “I lost a brother too.”

“You had a brother?”

“Half. My father disowned him.”

Jim looked at him. “So there’s still a chance that someday—”

Spock shook his head. “I have learned he perished on Vulcan when it was destroyed.”

“Oh.”

Spock kissed him. “Tell me about Sam.”

“Once he was my hero…” Jim began. .

March 14, 2025

Flash Fic, March 07, 2025

A little bit of a different scenario

Jim Kirk looked up from his PADD at the tall, thin Vulcan standing before him. He took a moment to admire how goodlooking the man was. And as much as he wanted to flirt, he was there to do a job too.

“You must be the Vulcan from the Science Academy here on the Enterprise on temporary assignment.” Jim checked the name. “Spock, is it?”

“That is correct.” And even though he was around the same height as Jim, give or take an inch, he managed to look down his nose just the same. “Lieutenant.”

“Captain Pike has given you the honorary rank of commander while you’re onboard, Mister Spock. Your quarters are with the other executive officer quarters on deck seven. The number is 7248.” He stopped and smiled. “Mine is 7249. We’re neighbors.”

“I see.”

Jim’s smile dimmed just a bit but he shrugged. “I have down here that your assignment on the Enterprise is to last one year. Is that your understanding as well, Commander?”

“Affirmative.”

Jim saw that others were lining up behind the Vulcan to get their assignments, so he marked Spock checked in.

“You’re all set to settle in.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant.” And Spock moved off, but not before Jim saw him look back at him.

Perhaps he was more interested than it seemed.

One year later

“So, you really told your dad?” Jim asked as he pulled on his new uniform. He’d just been promoted to Lieutenant Commander.

“Indeed, Jim.”

“And the Vulcan Council?”

“They were not pleased.”

Jim smiled and reached for Spock. “And that rank is no longer honorary. And you didn’t even have to attend Starfleet Academy.”

“I completed the course work over the last year and technically graduated.”

Jim laughed. “Show off.”

“My parents are eager to meet you at the first opportunity,” Spock informed him.

“Me? Great.”

“They will like you. And it is normal to meet the parents of one’s mate.” Spock frowned. “Isn’t it the same on Earth?”

“Well, yeah. But let’s put off meeting Mom and Sam as long as we can, hmm?”

Spock shook his head. “If we do not depart now, we will be late for the captain’s morning conference.”

“Right. Just one tiny kiss then.” He leaned in and kissed Spock. He went to pull away, when Spock drew him back.

“A minute or two late is acceptable,” Spock murmured against Jim’s smiling mouth.

“Gentlemen,” Pike said a short time later. “Nice of you to join us.”

Jim spotted Uhura hiding her smile as he and Spock took their places at the conference table.

Pike nodded. “Let’s get started. Report…”

March 7, 2025

Flash Fic, February 28, 2025

Here we are closing out February

“What are we doing here again, Bones?’

His friend shot Jim a disgruntled look. “We’ve never been here.”

“Right. I mean, tell me again why we’re here and you know it.”

They had just walked into a seedy bar. As those types of establishments went, this one was hardly the worst. But it had a sort of…dark vibe. Jim couldn’t quite decide what made him uneasy about it.

“You used to love these types of places,” Bones pointed out. He gave Jim the side-eye. “Back in the day.”

“Mm.”

“Now you’re a dud.”

Jim chuckled. “If you say so. But you haven’t answered the question.”

It was shore leave and without any particular plans of his own, Jim had accompanied Bones here.

“Well.”

They made their way to the bar counter itself and chose two seats, quickly ordering drinks. Jim watched the bartender as he mixed them. He had some experience with questionable drinks in places like this.

“There might have been a rumor that a woman from my past is on this planet and frequents this bar.”

Jim glanced at him in surprise. “I thought you dated only nice women. Other than your wife, of course.”

“Ex. And she was nice once. I probably turned her ornery.”

Jim smiled faintly. “Who is this former lover?”

“I didn’t say we were lovers. Just that she was from my past.”

“Mm.”

Bones looked around. “I don’t see her…wait. There she is.” When Jim went to turn around, Bones hissed, “Don’t look.”

He laughed. “What?”

“I don’t want to make myself a spectacle,” Bones insisted. “This is supposed to be a casual, just kind of a coincidental meeting while I’m on shore leave.”

“Ah, gotcha. So go on over there. Tell her you noticed her and ask her if she’s whoever. Or the other way around. Whatever.’

Bones nodded. “Okay. Yeah.” He eyed Jim. “Uh, I might be a while.”

“That’s okay. Probably going to go back to the ship.” He put his hand on Bones’ shoulder as his friend moved away. “Be careful.”

“Always.”

Jim decided to finish his drink before leaving and he was about to do so when a young attractive female member of that planet slid into the seat Bones had occupied.

“Hi, honey,” she said breathlessly.

“You come here often?”

Jim turned to his other side to see a tall Vulcan standing beside him. “First time.”

The female frowned and leaned forward. “Hey, I saw him first.”

“That is factually incorrect since I have been married to him for fourteen months, three weeks, forty-eight—”

“Oh my God. Just shut up.” She slid off the stool and hurried away.

Jim laughed. “You always manage to charm them, Spock.”

Spock nodded. “I do try.”

“You needn’t worry. She wasn’t my type.”

“Breathing?” Spock asked coolly.

He laughed again. “Ouch. You’re all snippy. Thought you weren’t coming down here.”

“I changed my mind and decided to spend some time here with you.” Spock looked around. “Well, not here.”

Jim emptied his drink, cast one last look to see Bones engaged in conversation with some woman, and headed out of the bar with Spock.

“Nyota convinced me I was being unreasonable,” Spock explained outside.

“Did she? She say you were being a poopy head?”

Spock blushed. “How did you know?”

“She’s used that line on me before. I know her tricks.” He linked arms with Spock. “Where do you want to go, husband?”

“There is a museum here filled with ancient planetary artifacts.”

“I love museums with ancient planetary artifacts.”

“If there is somewhere else you’d—”

“Spock. Let’s go. You know it drives me wild with lust when you explain those artifacts.”

Spock arched a brow. “In that case, I can show you a slide show in our private quarters.”

Jim burst out laughing. “Come on. It’s a beautiful day. And I happen to know a lot of that museum is outside. Let’s go, Pointy.”

February 28, 2025

Flash Fic Friday, February 21, 2025

Spock watched from a distance as his captain embraced a young woman he’d just greeted on Yorktown. His stomach churned a bit when their foreheads touched as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

His relationship with Jim was new. But Spock had thought…

“Spock, what are you–?” McCoy had come up to stand beside him. He saw where Spock was looking. “Ah.”

Spock stiffened. “Doctor.”

McCoy sighed. “Do you know who that is?”

“No,” Spock admitted. “Obviously someone the captain is intimately involved with.”

“Mm. But not in the way you think.” He put his hand briefly on Spock’s shoulder. “You should ask him about it, Spock. Don’t just assume.”

And with that, McCoy departed, leaving Spock to continue to watch Jim’s interaction with the young woman. After a moment, she hugged him again, kissed his cheek, and moved away into the crowd.

It was then that Jim turned and spotted Spock. He smiled and headed in Spock’s direction.

“I didn’t see you there,” Jim said.

“My appearance in the area is coincidental. I was on my way to pick up a package sent by my father.”

Jim gave him a quizzical smile. “You sound a bit defensive.”

Spock shrugged slightly. “I did not wish for you to believe I was following you to witness an illicit meeting.”

At that, to Spock’s surprise, Jim laughed. “Illicit meeting? Is that what you think?”

“I…thought perhaps.”

Jim shook his head. “I told you I love you. Don’t you believe me?”

“I do,” Spock replied. “But not everyone believes in monogamy even when feelings are engaged.”

“You do.”

“Yes.”

“So if I didn’t, why would I get involved with you?”

“I…” Spock pursed is lips. “Who is she?”

“I told you I was on Tarsus IV,” Jim said softly, his mood turning serious.

“Yes.”

“May was too. She was five at the time. I had to watch over her. Over a lot of them actually.”

“You were young yourself.”

“Mm. But they were younger, you know? And the adults near us were gone. So…anyway. After surviving that, together, you have a little bit of a connection. So when she knew she was going to be on Yorktown, she wanted to meet. We’re having dinner tonight. Want to come?”

“I do not wish to intrude.”

“You aren’t. I’d love for her to meet you.”

Spock took Jim’s hand in his and though he felt foolish and awkward, out of his element, he also knew he could not love this Human more. “I would enjoy that too.”

Jim smiled, squeezed Spock’s hand and turned to walk. “Let’s go get your package.”

February 21, 2025

Flash Fic, Valentine’s Day

Jim had just stuck his spoon into dark red colored gelatin when a Vulcan came hurrying in. If he were not Vulcan, Jim would have said he ran. But that was completely undignified.

The Vulcan, Spock, stopped short when he saw all the red and pink carnations and roses surrounding Jim’s hospital bed. The frown was slight but noticeable.

“Hi.” Jim smiled, even though he felt like crap. But seeing Spock put the first smile on his face since he got there. “You didn’t smuggle me in a hamburger, did you?”

“He better not have,” Nurse Ratched screeched. Okay, her name was Palmer but close enough. She glared at what Spock held clutched in his hands. A big heart shaped box of chocolates. “He can’t have those either.” She snatched the box away.

“Hey!”

She shook her head without sympathy. “I’ll hold it for you until you can have it. Hopefully there will be some left but no guarantee.” She eyed Spock again. “You his boy?”

Spock sniffed. “I am a Vulcan.”

“His boy Vulcan then.”

Jim cleared his throat, about to tell Ratched Spock was just a friend, but instead Spock said, “I am.”

Jim blinked.

“Well, then how is it he got in a bar fight that gave him a broken arm, ribs and a concussion?”

“Obviously I was not there.”

“Humph. You get ten minutes and then out for the night. He needs his rest.”

She departed and Spock moved closer.

“You have many admirers.”

“What?’

Spock gestured to the flowers.

“Oh. Yeah. Just. I don’t know. Valentine’s Day.” Jim sighed. “You got me chocolates?’

“Milk chocolate butter toffee.”

“Oh my God. And I’m stuck eating this.”

“If there is none left, I will get more for you.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course. How do you feel?”

“Pretty bad, honestly. Thanks to that stupid fight I’m missing out on a date with you. Uh, I mean, dinner. Dinner. You know, not a date or anything.” He was beet red he was sure.

“It was meant to be a date,” Spock said softly. “What caused the fight?”

“Some assholes shooting their mouths off about my family.” Jim shook his head. “I need to let it just slide off my back.”

“But you have a temper.”

“A little. I’m sorry.”

“I am sorry you are feeling badly. But I assure you when you are released, we will still have out date.”

“We will?”

“Apparently I have not made my intentions clear enough.”

“Clear enough?”

“I am not going anywhere, Jim. And my interest is serious.” Spock paused. “Do you think I buy milk chocolate toffee for anyone?”

Jim laughed softly. “Probably not. I really want to kiss you.”

Spock leaned in and gave him a chaste kiss.

“That’s it?” Jim complained.

“There will be many more when you have recovered.” Spock touched two fingers to Jim’s, then sort of wrapped them around each other. “In the meantime, there is this.”

Jim smiled. “That’s nice.”

“All right. Out now.” Nurse Ratched came back in shooing Spock away. “Come back in the morning. He’ll be released then.”

“Very well.”

Spock headed to the door to exit.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Spock.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jim.”

PS. I think I may go back to regular Flash Fic Fridays

February 14, 2025

Flash Fic, December 20, 2024

The First Noel, the angels did say…

Jim smiled faintly at the music playing from speakers as he walked along the sidewalk directly outside of the shuttle bay on his way to try to catch a shuttle to Riverside.

Admittedly it was last minute. Only two days until Christmas. He’d left it too late, he knew.

But he hadn’t known until very recently that Bones, his roommate at the Academy, was going to Georgia for Christmas, nor had he known the Vulcan he was sort of seeing, Spock, one of the instructors at the Academy, didn’t do holidays. Like at all.

Spock had explained, rather stiffly, that he didn’t believe in a deity, had never celebrated Christmas since his mother was Jewish, and he didn’t celebrate any Jewish holidays either. He planned on catching up on grading mid-terms and some research he’d wanted to do but hadn’t had time during the break.

Since theirs was a very new relationship (meaning they’d had sex twice), Jim chose not to push it.

He hadn’t really wanted to spend Christmas alone in San Francisco.

Jim had visions of the song “Mr. Lonely” in his head. Yeah, true, he could be overly dramatic sometimes.

Unfortunately, his mom wasn’t going to be on Earth for Christmas. And at first Jim decided he wasn’t going to go to Riverside after all. But then with nothing else to do and no one else willing to spend it with him, Jim had decided to try to get a shuttle to Riverside anyway.

And just as he did, he heard the weather was going to be terrible and the shuttle might not even depart.

So he entered the bay, waiting for a shuttle to depart that was more likely to be canceled than not. And if it was, Jim guessed he’d go back to his dorm and drink spiked eggnog until he passed out.

Well, maybe not.

With delay after delay, Jim found himself dozing off. He jerked awake when his communicator beeped.

Where are you?

And that was Spock.

He typed back, “Shuttle Bay waiting for a shuttle to Riverside.’

I did not realize you were going to see your mother.

Eh, I’m not. She won’t be there. But I had no other plans so I thought…why not?

I see.

There was nothing else for a while, so eventually, Jim typed, “I don’t think I’m going anywhere. Bad snowstorm. I’m just waiting for them to officially cancel.”

If you find yourself seeking an alternative plan, you could come to my apartment.

And honestly he almost typed back he wasn’t in the mood to be Spock’s booty call but he wasn’t actually sure if that was entirely true.

Sure.

Another hour passed before the shuttle to Riverside was officially canceled. He was told he still could get a seat on one going out the next day, so Jim departed and headed off to Spock’s apartment. At least he’d have something to do tonight and then he could try again the next day.

So Jim was pretty surprised when from the street in front of Spock’s apartment he could around the window was a string of old fashioned Christmas lights. The kind with bulbs rather than the tiny ones.

He rushed inside and up the stairs, since the lift was always breaking down, and to the door on the end of the third floor. He knocked.

A moment later the door opened, and Spock stood there. Beyond him, Jim spotted the lights on the window.

“Spock, what—”

Spock stepped out of the way and gestured for Jim to come in.

To his surprise, it didn’t stop at the lights on the window, but Spock also had a small, artificial Christmas tree decorated with lights and red bows.

“I…”

“You said you wished to observe the holidays,” Spock explained quietly.

“Yeah but you said you didn’t celebrate. Or anything,”

“And I never have. However you wished to and I am not opposed to indulging your preferences.”

Jim smiled, suddenly feeling warmth in his chest. “You did this all for me?”

Spock tilted his head. “Who else, Jim?”

Jim stepped into his arms and Spock closed his arms around Jim, holding him close.

“I have mulled wine.”

Jim laughed and pulled away slightly. “Yeah?”

“Indeed. Do you…are you still going to Riverside when you are able?”

“No. I’m staying right here with you.” Jim kissed him. “Thank you.”

“You are welcome, Jim. Come let me get you that mulled wine.”

December 20, 2024

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