Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Tag: Flash Fic Fridays

  • 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…”

  • Flash Fic, February 28, 2025

    Here we are closing out February

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    “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.”

  • 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.”  

  • Flash Fic, Valentine’s Day

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    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

  • 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.”

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  • Flash Fic December 13, 2024

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    It was rare they got shore leave on Earth and even rarer during the holiday season. In Jim’s now fifteenth year in Starfleet, actually, this was Jim’s first time.

    Ten years as commanding officer of the Enterprise and they’d never been close enough to Earth to make it happen.

    And another five years in charge of a space station.

    The gift of being back home was unexpected but definitely welcome.

    He didn’t know if the snow was as welcome. He’d never liked snow as a kid and he hadn’t really changed his mind as an adult.

    But he’d promised his mother he would spend Christmas with her in Riverside, so here he was arriving on his shuttle in the snow.

    He rose from his seat, turned to his husband with an amused smile. “Come on. You look cute in your Hanukkah sweater.”

    Spock gave him a look. “I look ridiculous. There is a reason they are called ugly.”

    Jim laughed. “I know, but Mom sent them to us, so we have to wear them. At least for today.”

    His own sweater had dozens of garish Christmas lights.

    She waited for them when they got off the shuttle and immediately embraced them.

    “My boys are here,” she cried happily.

    “Hardly boys now, Mom. We’re both in our forties.”

    “And I’m in my sixties, which makes you boys.” She stood back to admire them. “You two look so handsome. I’m so excited. This is going to be great.”

    Jim laughed and hugged her again. “Yeah it will. Let’s go home.”

  • Flash Fic, November 22, 2024

    Finally the continuation

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    To say Jim was nervous to have dinner with Spock’s parents was an understatement. In less than a week, though, he’d be bringing Spock home with him to Riverside to meet Winona and have Thanksgiving, so he guessed they were somewhat even.

    Not that his mom was even half as intimidating as Sarek was. His expression seemed to always be somewhat pinched. Set in disproval. Spock assured him that he was imagining it but Jim wasn’t so sure.

    A vegetarian restaurant had been chosen since Jim was the only one who ate meat, apparently, Amanda having given it up when she’d married Sarek and moved to Vulcan.

    Jim wasn’t generally picky so he was okay with whatever.

    “Spock tells us you met at the chess club.”

    “Yes, ma’am.” Jim had decided to order a beer even though the other three did not have any alcohol. He took a big gulp, realized he had foam all over his lips, and quickly wiped it off with a napkin. “I’m not in the club anymore though.”

    Amanda gave him a quizzical look. “Why is that?”

    “Oh.” Jim blinked, glanced at Spock, and ducked his head.

    Spock cleared his throat. “Due to some unpleasant members, Jim and I both  no longer participate.”

    “That’s unfortunate. I know how you like to play.”

    “Since Jim is the best opponent I have faced, it is not a hardship.”

    Sarek arched a brow. “Other than me, I would assume.”

    “Yes, of course, Father,” Spock said, demurely.

    “Meeting Spock is the best part of having joined the club,” Jim said quickly. “How long are you on Earth?”

    Amanda laughed. “Are you trying to get rid of us?”

    “No, no, I—”

    “I’m teasing, Jim. No need to be so nervous and apprehensive. I assure you that neither myself nor my husband bite. Our intention is to return to Vulcan after the Terran holiday season, in January.” She smiled. “I understand your birthday is in early January.”

    “Yes. But generally we don’t celebrate it.”

    “I can certainly understand why, but if you are not too bothered by the idea, we would love to take you to dinner for it.”

    Jim smiled. “Thanks. That sounds nice.”

    “Spock says you are going to Riverside in a few days to celebrate Thanksgiving with your mom. I bet you’re looking forward to that.”

    He laughed. “Maybe. My mom can be pretty enthusiastic when about people I date.”

    “Have you dated many?” Sarek asked, politely.

    “Er. No. I mean not that many I’ve, uh, introduced to my mom.” He reached for a sliced vegetable “fry” that was on a platter in the middle of the table and shoved it in his mouth so he wouldn’t have to talk.

    But as he swallowed it, the voices of Spock and his parents faded away to background noise. He struggled to breathe and his throat began to close up.

    Spock’s concerned face appeared in his vision and Jim pointed to his throat, then he passed out.

  • Flash Fic, November 08, 2024

    My apologies for the delay. It’s been a challenging week. But I’m back with an update on the chess guys. So here we go. (and paid up for another year here too)

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    Jim wasn’t looking forward to Spock’s reaction when he noticed his injuries but he wasn’t going to hide it either. He wanted to see Spock as much as Spock apparently wanted to see him.

    So he wasn’t surprised when the door of Spock’s apartment opened when his knuckles had barely rapped on the outside.

    “Jim,” Spock said. “I am…what happened?”

    Jim walked into Spock’s apartment, dodging Spock’s grabby fingers. He lifted his shirt to expose the bruises all along his torso. He didn’t see the point in not getting right to it.

    “There was a fight.”

    Spock’s dark eyes flicked up and down his body. “A fight? You can tell me about it on the way to the hospital.”

    Jim laughed and backed away. “Nope. I had a doctor with me. I’ve already been treated as best I can. I’m okay, just some cuts and bruises.”

    “You should sit.”

    Jim didn’t argue with that and went to the couch, not surprised when Spock joined him there, and began to inspect Jim’s injuries himself.

    “Who do I need to challenge?”

    Jim laughed again. “No one. It’s over, okay?”

    Spock’s gaze rose to focus on Jim’s face. “Explain.”

    “The party was okay. Lots of chess geeks. One of them made a few stupid comments, I got pissed, and we got into a physical altercation.”

    “Who and what was said?”

    “That guy Chester. He said basically I was sleeping with you so I could win the chess tournament next week. Which,” Jim paused to roll his eyes, “is absurd, because I don’t even care.”

    “That caused you to get into a fight?”

    “No. It was when he implied that was the only reason someone would sleep with you and he called you a bunch of names and I just lost it,” Jim admitted.

    “I see,” Spock said quietly.

    “He’s just an ass. And you’ll be glad to hear Waincott kicked him off the chess club.” Jim smiled crookedly. “Me too, actually.”

    “Jim—”

    “I don’t care, Spock. All I care about is being with you. The stupid chess club is nothing. I hate bullies.”

    “I have had my fair share of run-ins with bullies. When I was a child some of my schoolmates made comments on my mother.”

    “What? You never say something about a guy’s mom.”

    Spock nodded. “Indeed. I resorted to physical assault on the ringleader. They notified my father.”

    “Did you get in trouble?”

    “Not really. It was just stressed that I needed to control my emotions and remain logical.” Spock took hold of Jim’s hand. “In the future, there is no need to get into fights over insults directed at me. I would prefer you remain safe.”

    “I wasn’t really in danger and I’m not going to let assholes shoot their mouths off.”

    “I am requesting that you do.”

    “Spock—”

    “Jim.”

    “I’ll try to avoid confrontations,” Jim said grudgingly.

    “Thank you. And I have your assurance you are not suffering too much from your injuries?”

    “Just a little sore and tired is all. But I’m really glad to be here with you.”

    “I am glad too and I regret not attending the party with you.”

    “Nah, you would have hated it. It was lame.”

    “Perhaps, but I would have liked to have handled Chester myself.”

    “I thought you wanted to avoid confrontation,” Jim said with a laugh.

    “On my behalf, certainly. I can offer no such assurances when it comes to yours.”

    “What? Now wait a minute.”

    But Spock quieted him with a kiss and the truth was Jim didn’t mind.

  • Flash Fic, October 11, 2024

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    Jim woke to the sound of knocking. He stared up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to get his bearings. Distantly he heard the shower running and realized Spock had risen and went to shower.

    He blinked, about to doze off again thinking he must have been dreaming. Then he heard the knocking again.

    With a frown, Jim sat up, swung his legs out of bed and stood.

    “Hey Spock? I think there’s someone at the door.”

    But Spock didn’t respond.

    Jim looked around for his clothes but couldn’t immediately find them, so he picked up a discarded bathrobe of Spock’s and left the bedroom to go to the door.

    He had just finished tying it around his waist when he opened the apartment door.

    Standing there looking as shell-shocked as him were Spock’s parents.

    “Uh.” Jim shut the door in their faces. “Shit, shit, shit.”

    He hurried back to the bedroom and over to the bathroom door. Fortunately it was unlocked and he burst through it.

    “Spock! Spock!”

    “Jim?” The shower curtain moved and Spock’s head appeared.  “What is wrong?”

    “Gad, your-your parents are here.”

    “They are here?” Spock turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, reaching for a towel.

    “Yes. And, uh.” Jim ran his hand through his hair. “I think, I mean, I just…”

    “Jim, calm down. I am certain they are all right. My mother is likely making tea in the kitchen as we speak. Tell them I will be right out.”

    “I sort of closed the door in their faces.”

    “You…”

    “I know. I panicked. I’m not dressed. My hair is messed and—”

    Spock gazed at him. “And you have what I believe you would call hickeys just below your neck on your chest.”

    “Shit.”

    “I suggest you get in the shower,” Spock told him. “I will dress quickly and let them in.”

    “Are you sure?”

    Spock nodded and gently pushed him toward the shower. “I will make you coffee.”

    “I’m going to need it.”