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October 2023 Continuing Story

Jim woke to a warm hand on his face.
He was lying down and not on the hard asphalt he would have expected given he had collapsed in the parking lot. And why had he anyway? Ordinarily he was not the fainting sort.
He was pretty sure about that.
“You are awake.”
The voice was familiar and yet not. It made him feel…safe. Which was altogether odd.
He opened his eyes slowly and found himself staring into very dark brown eyes. Dark chocolate framed by long lashes. And strangely arched eyebrows. And a woolen forest green beanie pulled down over the tips of his ears.
“You,” Jim said, softly.
The man’s head tilted at an angle and for a moment Jim felt queasy.
“I apologize. You hit your head when you fell. You likely have a concussion.”
“Where…”
“You are in the bed of your own room in the farmhouse you are currently residing in.”
Jim turned his head to look, but it hurt to do so.
“Easy. Do not try to move too quickly.”
“Do I know you?”
The man looked pensive and he seemed to hesitate before responding. “Here where you are now you do not.”
“But…you know where I live?”
“I do,” he admitted. “It is complicated.”
Jim didn’t think he was up to complicated things right now. His head was still fairly fuzzy though it only seemed to ache when he tried to move it.
“That man.”
“What man?”
“The dean at the college. He called himself McCoy, I think.”
The beanie man nodded. “Do not worry about that now, Jim.”
“What…who are you?”
“I am Spock.”
“Spock,” Jim whispered and somehow that name seemed…well, he didn’t know what it seemed.
“It will be all right, Jim,” Spock assured him. “I am going to assist you in sitting up and then I am going to give you some tea to drink. Are you hungry?”
“I think so.”
Spock put his hands under Jim’s torso and carefully lifted him into a seating position on the bed. He’d already propped up pillows for Jim to lean against.
Jim blinked. “My shoulder up by my neck hurts a bit.” He tried to turn his head to see but of course couldn’t.
“There is a slight bruise there, but it will fade and become less painful.”
“A bruise? Weird.”
“Indeed,” Spock murmured. He reached over and took a mug from the bedside table and handed it to Jim. “Here is your tea.”
He took a sip from the warm tea. “How’d you get into the house?”
“I found the key on your person.”
Jim nodded, wondering what to think about that. His mind seemed too fuzzy to give it much consideration, and for the moment anyway he didn’t seem to be in any immediate danger. And the weirdest part was that he wanted to trust Spock. Which was probably crazy and due to having a head injury.
“If you will continue to drink your tea, I will go and make you some food. What would you like?”
“I think I have a can of Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup.”
“Canned soup?”
Jim smiled a little and nodded.
Spock shrugged slightly. “Very well. I will be back with your soup. Try not to move too much.”
“Okay.”
And Jim watched Spock leave the bedroom.
He still was…missing something. He didn’t know what.

October 2023 Continuing Story

Part 3 (end of first chapter)

Jim narrowed his eyes at the short but lanky man with the moustache standing by his trash cans.

“Clyde?”

“Evening, Mr. Kirk.”

“What are you doing?” He lowered the crowbar.

“Becky called me from New York, said you had some racoon problems and to come on out and set up some traps.”

Clyde was Becky’s cousin. Didn’t have a very high IQ but he was a nice man.

Clyde stepped away from the cans. “I don’t see any signs of racoons, Mr. Kirk. But I set out traps anyhow.”

“It’s Jim. What do you see signs of?”

Clyde shrugged. “Nothing really. No signs of rats or racoons. But maybe you wouldn’t see anything specific. Traps are set now though, so I’ll come check on them in a day or two if that’s all right with you, Mr. Kirk.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Jim glanced around where the trash cans were and over toward the front yard. “See anything else around, Clyde?”

“Like what?”

Yeah, what, Jim? Glowing red eyes?

“I don’t really know, I guess. Anything weird I suppose.”

Clyde looked at Jim like maybe he was crazy and Jim wasn’t sure he was far off. So he smiled.

“You want a shot of whiskey for your trouble?”

“Wasn’t any trouble, but I’ll take the whiskey.”

Jim hesitated. He didn’t necessarily want Clyde in the house. He didn’t really have any issues with Clyde, but he didn’t exactly trust him either. Becky had mentioned once that her cousin sometimes stole things. Not usually from people he knew, but still.

“I’ll bring it right out,” Jim said. “You wait here.”

“I will, Mr. Kirk.”

Jim went into his house and over to his liquor cabinet. He quickly poured two shots of whiskey and then brought them back out the front door. True to his word, Clyde stood just where Jim had left him.

He handed a shot to Clyde and kept one for himself.

Clyde didn’t immediately drink the shot, but instead asked, “You and Becky going to be married someday?”

Jim wasn’t sure exactly how to answer that. For Clyde, yeah, but most especially for himself.

So he settled on the vague, “She wants to, I think.”

Clyde nodded and thew back the shot. Jim followed suit, feeling it burn down his throat.

Clyde handed the empty shot glass to Jim. “I’ll be on my way now, Mr. Kirk. I’ll check back on those traps like I said. And if you need anything else, you give me a call.

Jim called after him as he headed for his truck, “You want some money?”

“Nope, that’s all right.”

And just a few minutes later he was gone. Jim watched him until the lights from his truck faded away out of sight.

He set the shot glasses down on the porch and walked to where the pumpkins and scarecrows were. He clenched the crowbar.

Looking for what? Again, he really had no clue. And not surprisingly he didn’t see anything anyway.

With a shake of his head at his only foolishness, grabbed the glasses and went back into the house. Double locking the front door. Then he double locked the back door too.

And just before he went to sleep, he thought he heard a whisper.

“Jim.”       

Flash Fic, September 29, 2023

“Hey Bones,” Jim greeted his friend as he approached their “usual” table where they’d been meeting for coffee before classes. He gestured to Spock who appeared beside him. “This is Spock. My…” He looked to Spock.

“Significant other,” Spock supplied.

Jim smiled. “Right. Spock this is Bones, er, Leonard McCoy.”

“Doctor.”

“Have a seat, both of you. I have questions.”

He exchanged a look with Spock, but when Spock shrugged, Jim sat and Spock took the seat next to him.

“So, you’re saying you two are canoodling now?”

“I guess you could call it that, sure.”

“Since when?”

“Very recent. Needless to say I won’t be needing a single dorm. I already informed them.

Bones grimaced. “Just like that? What, did you meet three days ago?”

“Three weeks, two days, fourteen hours and—”

“Never mind,” Bones growled. “It seems rather sudden.”

“Well…when you know you know.”

“What do you know?” Bones demanded.

“We both like each other.” Jim grinned.

“Like?”

“A lot.”

Jim smiled at Spock. “Exactly.”

Bones buried his face in his hands. “I give up.”

“That is wise, Doctor. As I am fairly certain that we do not require your opinion.”

Bones glared. “Now just a minute.”

“Bones,” Jim quickly interrupted before things got more tense between the two. “Lay off. It’s all good. We’re happy. And things are going well. I just wanted you to know I’m staying in the dorm with Spock and why. That’s all.”

“Fine. You win. I’m done pestering you.”

“For which we are grateful.”

Bones opened his mouth to retort to Spock.

Jim cut him off again. “We both have class, right, Bones.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Jim turned to Spock. “I’ll see you back home.”

“Indeed.”

A few minutes later, Bones walked by Jim’s side as they left the cafeteria.

“Home, is it?”

Jim laughed. “Yeah, I think so. We’ll see. It’s all good, Bones. I promise.”

“All right. Let’s get to class.”

The End

Flash Fic, September 22, 2023

Fortunately for Jim, Bones didn’t jinx him and he wasn’t told or even that week that a single dorm was available to him.

The truth was he didn’t want to have to make that decision. Mostly because he’d be tempted to tell the admin office to give the room to someone else on the waiting list. And that wasn’t fair to Spock.

But Jim admitted to himself that he had something of a crush on his Vulcan host and really didn’t want to leave.

One night though Spock was out late, doing what, Jim wasn’t privileged to know, so Jim put on his pajamas, made himself some of Spock’s tea and lounged on the sofa reading his book.

When Spock still wasn’t back by midnight, Jim went to bed, feeling a little lonely, sad and jealous. He had no right to feel that way, of course, but he suspected Spock had some sort of date and Jim didn’t like the idea.

He was awakened at 2 in the morning by Spock returning home. He stayed in his room, staring at the ceiling while he thought of Spock on his date.

Jim decided he had two options. Hope that he got a room to himself soon or tell Spock he wanted to date him.

He sighed.

Fat chance.

Flash Fic, September 08, 2023

“You look like hell, Jim.”

“I know you don’t know me that well yet, Bones, but I prefer not to be insulted first thing in the morning.” Jim smiled at the served who looked expectantly at him. They were in line at the Starfleet Academy lunch counter in the cafeteria. “Scrambled eggs and the hash browns, please.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bones grumbled. “I’m just saying you look like you didn’t get much sleep. New roommate a pain in the ass?”

Bones ordered the same breakfast and with their coffee already chosen they made their way to a table.

“No, my lack of sleep isn’t because of Spock. If anything, I’m responsible for his.”

“How so?”

“I had a nightmare that woke me up from a dead sleep.” Jim paused to fork a bite of eggs. He chewed and swallowed. “A bad one.”

“What happened in it?”

“I was chained to a wall by a werewolf with beady red eyes.”

“Werewolves aren’t real.”

“Tell that to my subconscious. It was pretty freaky so it was hard to get back to sleep.” Jim shrugged,. “I’m sure it had some deeper psychological meaning.”

“Yeah?” Bones looked curious. “What would that be?”

“Damned if I know. I’m not into dream analysis or other woo-woo stuff.”

Bones rolled his eyes. “I’ll tell you why. You watched too many scary movies as a kid.”

“Maybe.”

“So what’s it been like living with the Vulcan?”

“He’s nice.”

“Nice? A Vulcan?”

“Yeah. I think he likes me.”

“Doubtful. And anyway, pretty sure he’s involved.”

Jim frowned. “With who?”

“That linguistics cadet with the attitude.”

He made a face. “Well okay. Are you sure?” Jim wasn’t quite certain why that thought made him sad.

“Nope. Not at all. Just seen them together.”

He nodded. “Okay, well there are plenty of dolphins in the sea.”

“The saying is fish.”

“And dolphins eat fish, so I’d rather be one of them.” Jim laughed. He glanced at his watch. “Have to get to class. See you later.”

September 01, 2023

And so we begin our Starfleet Academy Month

This first one was suggested and it’s not completely Academy but Academy related, so I figured, it might as well be the first one. Once again I am not sure I did it justice. But I tried!

“Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.”

“What?” Uhura gave Jim a funny look.

Granted after pretty much knowing her for the last five years, Jim had been on the receiving end of a lot of funny looks from her.

Beginning from that first meeting in this very bar in Riverside.

Five years flew by, honestly.

Jim thought since they were in Riverside anyway he might as well go to one of his old favorite hangouts.

They were on Earth, briefly, to pick up Jaylah after she had successfully completed Academic training. That was in San Francisco, of course. Her graduation ceremony was in two days. But since they were here, Jim had decided a quick trip to see his mother might be warranted.

So here they all were. Well some of them anyway.

He’d been surprised when Uhura wanted to come there to the bar with him. Not all of that had been good memories, after all.

He’d told Spock of his intention, of course, but as usual his Vulcan boyfriend had decided not to come along to the bar. He’d stayed behind at the Kirk farmhouse where they were staying before heading out on the shuttle in the morning to San Francisco.

Jim had bellied up to the bar next to Uhura to order a drink when he’d made the quote from Casablanca.

“Old Earth movie,” he told her.

She shrugged and got the bartender’s attention. “I’d like a Klavnian fire tea, three Budweiser classics, two Cardasians sunrises, and uh…”

The bartender said, “Try the Slusho, it’s good.”

Jim blinked. Déjà vu.

“The slusho mix, thank you.”

Jim tried to remember his words from five years ago. “Uh. That’s a lot of drinks for one woman.”

“And a shot of Jack, straight up.”

“Make that two. Shots are on me.”

“Her shot’s on her.” Uhura smirked. “Thanks, but no thanks.”

“Why are we…?”

“I’m fine without your name.”

“Lieutenant—”

“Don’t you remember what you said?”

Jim snorted. “I remember. And I get it. Five years and all that crap. But no offense but your dumbass friends tried to beat me to death that night so I’d really rather not have a repeat performance.”

She shook her head. “Captain, I assure you, no one is here to beat you up.”

Jim sighed and gulped down his shot. “Fine. What are you studying?”

“Xenolinguistics. You have no idea what that means.”

“The study of alien languages, morphology, phonology, syntax. It means you have a talented tongue.”

“I’m impressed. For a moment there I thought you were a dumb hick who only has sex with farm animals.”

“Well, not only.”

“This townie isn’t bothering you, right?”

“Hendorff? You do know I can throw you in the brig now right?” Jim asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Hendorff reddened. “Sorry, sir, I was asked to—”

But he never got to finish because suddenly a hand fell on Hendorff’s shoulder, violently pulling him away.

“That townie is off limits to you.”

Jim’s eyes widened when he saw Spock standing there looking angry and not fake angry.

“Ow,” Hendorff cried, holding his arm. “I think you dislocated my shoulder, sir.”

“Spock!” Uhura admonished. “You weren’t supposed to really hurt him. This was a reenactment! For fun.”

“The captain does not appear to find it fun.” Spock glared. “Please leave.”

Uhura sighed. “Good luck,” she whispered to Jim as she moved away to check on “Cupcake”.

“Hey!” the bartender yelled. “Someone has to pay for these drinks.”

Spock moved in to take Uhura’s place.

He gave his boyfriend a quizzical look. “What was that all about?”

“A misguided effort to right a wrong,” Spock admitted. “You had told me about your experience here that night and how your ultimate meeting with Captain Pike after influenced your decision to enlist in Starfleet.”

“Yeah, it did. You asked them to reenact it?”

“I wanted to assure you had I been there, it would have gone differently.”

“Or you would have joined in with the beating,” Jim joked.

“Never.”

“I don’t know, Spock. You were with Uhura then and even you yourself have told me how much she manipulated you back then. You might have thought I was being obnoxious to her like the rest of them did.” Jim smiled though, to soften his words.

“I cannot know, I suppose. But I would like to believe I would have stopped it.”

“Babe, I’d like to think we’ve all changed in these last five years. And if it all brought me to you and what we are now, how can I complain?

Spock moved his hand to Jim’s, putting their fingers together.

Jim smiled. “Want to get out of here and go somewhere a lot more private?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

“Hey! The drinks!” the bartender shouted after them.

Flash Fic, August 18, 2023

“How did you find me?”

Spock was somewhat hesitant to answer Jim’s question.

He’d come across Jim that night standing alone by a water function near one of the bridge’s on Yorktown. He’d appeared pensive.

Spock didn’t want to lie. Or even attempt to avoid lying by deflecting the question.

“I have been monitoring your life signs.”

Jim turned away from leaning over the railing to eye Spock. “You have? Since when?”

“The night you were mugged. I put a tracking device on your communicator that allowed me to track your vitals.”

“Sounds almost like you are stalking me.”

“Captain—”

Jim waved that away. “I’m only half-kidding. I know you’re not really a stalker. But why such precautions? We’re on Yorktown. Don’t you think I’m pretty safe here.”

Spock arched a brow. “May I remind you that you were mugged.”

He laughed at that. “Well, yeah. Can’t argue with that.”

Spock moved to stand beside Jim and searched the area to see what prompted Jim to come there.

“Were you meeting someone here?”

Jim smiled and shook his head. “Did you need me for ship’s business?”

“No.”

“Then?”

This was where it could get uncomfortable.

“I wished to spend time with you,” Spock admitted, carefully.

“Me?” Jim’s look was quizzical. As though he couldn’t imagine in a million years what Spock was talking about.

“Yes…I…I’m really not sure how to explain.”

“Try me.”

“Part of the reason my relationship ended with Nyota is because I had an interest of a romantic nature in someone else.” Spock paused. “I believe I did mention it.”

The captain frowned and leaned back against the railing. “Did you? I must have missed that.”

“Apparently. And now perhaps it should occur to me you missed it deliberately.”

“Meaning?”

“I had hoped there was a shared interest between us but if I have miscalculated—”

Spock found himself shutting up due to Jim’s mouth suddenly on his.

He found he did not mind.

Flash Fic, August 11, 2023

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Jim was coming out of his apartment when Bones appeared.

“What the hell happened to you?”

Jim fingered his jaw tentatively. “I got mugged.”

“You what?”

“Mugged. You know where someone jumps you and steals your valuables.”

Bones stared at him. “Someone mugged you? The Great Captain Kirk?”

Jim grinned. “Thanks for that vote for my new title, by the way, Yeah, I mean it happened after I attempted to pick up an Orion—”

“Stop right there.” Bones held up his hands. “Why didn’t you contact me? You’ve just barely gotten rid of that shiner Edison gave you.”

He winced. “I know. Anyway, I didn’t need to contact you. Spock took care of it.”

Bones leaned against Jim’s closed door and nodded. “Right. I’d forgotten with everything going on lately that Spock got his medical degree.”

Jim laughed. “You’re hilarious. He just happened to see me in the hallway as I was staggering home. Anyway, it wasn’t much of anything a shower and some sleep didn’t take care of. And this morning coffee and a big breakfast. I was just about to go to Spock’s door. You want to join us?”

Bones straightened and patted his stomach. “I am pretty hungry.”

They walked down the short hallway and Jim rose his fist to knock on Spock’s door and very nearly slugged Uhura in the nose.

“Oh. Hi, Captain. Doctor.”

The smile slipped from Jim’s face but he did his best to hide that. He cleared his throat. “Spock’s going to breakfast with me.”

Uhura nodded. “Spock?” The captain’s here. Doctor McCoy too.” She smoothed her hands over her uniform dress and stepped past them. “Have a good day.”

Jim watched her until she was gone. “Thought they broke up,” Jim muttered.

“Looks like it’s back on,” Bones said so cheerfully, Jim wanted to punch him in the face.

It was, of course, absolutely none of his business.

And as Spock appeared in the doorway, he plastered on his most fake smile.  

Flash Fic, August 04, 2023

We continue

“Captain! I didn’t expect to see you here,” Uhura exclaimed when Jim stopped at a booth at Lorenzo’s Bar on Yorktown. With her was another female lieutenant, Lindy Warren, Jim recalled.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.”

“You aren’t,” Uhura assured him. “Join us.”

“Actually, if you’ll excuse me,” Warren said, sliding out of the booth. “I’m going to get us some more drinks.”

“Don’t leave on my account,” Jim said.

“I’m not. Getting drinks. What would you like, Captain?”

“Just a pilsner beer for me, thanks.” He sat next to Uhura as Warren slipped away. “How are you?”

Uhura snorted. “You must have talked to Spock.”

“A little.”

“Well, I’m fine. Nobody likes to end a long-term relationship, but I’ll survive.” She reached over and patted Jim’s hand. “Spock and I will remain friends.”

Jim nodded. “He said pretty much the same thing. Close friends?”

She shrugged. “It might take a while, but we’ll get there. We started out as friends originally.”

“I thought…well, never mind.”

“What?”

“You looked like you wanted to reconcile with him. But it’s none of my business.”

“You’re right, it’s not,” she said, coolly. Then she gave another little shrug. “But I did. I thought we would. With Spock deciding not to go to New Vulcan and coming to find me, I thought that’s where Spock and I were headed. But Spock had other plans.”

Jim knew not to ask more questions. Spock had said it was a mutual decision but it sure didn’t sound like it from Uhura’s point of view.

“Okay, well. I hope I’m not going to find your transfer request.”

“Not a chance. No ex-romantic relationship is going to interfere with my career.”

Jim smiled. “Good. I’m surprised Spock is staying.”

She had just taken a sip of her very green cocktail. She puckered her lips and then shook her head. “Why are you surprised?”

“Well. I don’t know. If he wasn’t staying to continue your relationship, I guess I just wonder what’s keeping him here. I’m glad of course.”

Uhura surprised him by laughing. “Guess he hasn’t told you everything.”

“Hmm?”

“Nope, not going there. You want to know more, you’ll have to ask Spock. I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“Surprised by what?” Jim asked, confused.

She shook her head. “As I said, ask Spock. It’s not my place to say and I don’t want to anyway.”

Lieutenant Warren arrived with their drinks then, putting another green cocktail in front of Uhura and handing the beer to Jim.

“I’ll be back with mine,” she said.

Jim smiled and got up. “I’m actually going to take this and get out of here. No one wants their captain cramping their style. See you later and enjoy your night.”

Jim took his beer and was about to exit Lorenzo’s when an Orion female sitting at the bar caught his eye. She gave him a saucy look. She reminded him of Gaila, who of course was long dead now having been murdered by Nero.

He decided not to leave the bar after all, thinking at least for the night, he wouldn’t be alone.

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