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Santa Baby, Part 3

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“Mom, what’s up?”

“Have you changed your mind yet?”

Jim sighed. “No, Mother. Has Sam and his family arrived?”

“Yes, they have. You really should be coming too, Jim. Having the whole family together would be such a nice treat for everyone.”

“Except me.”

“James.”

“Look, you have Sam and Aurelan and their kids. And Tim. Or Tom.”

His mother sighed heavily. “It’s Todd. And you really should come. He’s a nice man.”

Jim started to get annoyed and he held onto his patience. How many times did he have to say no?

“Now isn’t a good time. I’m working.”

“At that bar?”

“Yes. Nick’s. Or right now Saint Nick’s. He’s changed it for the holidays.”

She snorted. “Isn’t that a little corny?”

“It’s a lot corny,” Jim agreed. “But it is what it is. And it’s working. We’re doing a great business.”

“There’s a rumor that you’re wearing inappropriate uniforms.” She sniffed.

He laughed. “Don’t believe everything you hear.” He glanced down at himself and winced. No reason for his mom to know. “Anyway, I’ll come there during spring break.”

“Spring break isn’t a fun.”

“Maybe not but it’s a lot warmer there in the spring. We can eat deviled eggs or something.”

“You really are determined to ruin Christmas, aren’t you?”

He rolled his eyes even though she couldn’t see him. “Bah humbug.”

“Fine. I’m not giving up, though. I’m going to call you again,” she insisted.

“All right, but I really need to get back to work. Bye, Mom.” He disconnected before she could say anything else.

Jim turned around and saw Spock slumped over the bar and looking vaguely ill, his martini glass empty. He hurried over.

“Spock, are you okay?”

“I do not feel so well.”

Jim bit his lip. “We need to get you home. What happened to Uhura?”

“She departed.”

“Great. Damn. Hang on. I need to find someone to cover my shift.”

Jim hurried away to contact another employee and after securing their agreement, Jim went back to Spock.

“Okay, they’re coming in. I should be able to take you home in about ten minutes. You think you can make it?”

Spock nodded, his head now resting on the bar.

“Okay. Hang in there, Spock. I’ll get you out of here soon.”

Flash Fic, January 20, 2025

A bit of silliness in a day that needs it.

“Hey. I thought you were at the Federation President’s inauguration.”

Jim eyed Bones as he entered his code for his quarters on the Enterprise.

He coughed. “I’m sick.”

Uninvited, Bones followed him inside. “How come I wasn’t notified?’

“Admiral Keyes told me I really should make an effort to attend,” Jim deadpanned. “I can’t stand him.”

“Keyes or the new president?” Bones asked as he pulled out his medical tricorder.

“Take your pick. So, I’ve got the flu. Spock went in my place.”

“You made Spock go?”

Jim shrugged. “He volunteered seeing how I have a fever and all.”

“Hmm. I don’t show a fever.”

“Must have broken,” Jim said innocently.

“Sometimes we have to put aside our distaste for—”

“Weren’t you invited too, Bones?”

Bones stared at him. “There’s an outbreak of the flue onboard I had to be here for.”

“Yep.” Jim laughed. “I’ve heard about that.”

“Okay, okay. You win. Spock’s a better husband than you deserve that’s for sure.”

Jim pulled out a decanter of whiskey and two glasses. “I’ll drink to that.”   

Flash Fic, January 13, 2025

Time for a January flash. I’m not a fan of the “aliens made them do it” trope, but eh this one came to me.

Jim glanced at his first officer’s profile as they stood next to each other in the turbolift.

The atmosphere in the lift was artic.

“Are we going to talk about it?”

“Talk about what?”

Gritting his teeth, Jim stepped forward, beyond Spock and pulled the lever to stop the lift.

“You know what!”

“Captain—”

“Oh my God. Less than twelve hours ago we were—”

“I would rather not discuss it, sir.”

Jim clamped his mouth shut. He should let it go. Maybe. But he wasn’t going to.

He moved to stand directly in front of Spock. He crossed his arms in front of his chest so he wouldn’t look as vulnerable as he felt.

“Look. None of this was your fault. Or mine. Those bastards on the planet, they were responsible. And as far as I’m concerned after this we don’t have to talk about it again. But I know you probably feel bad about Uhura so…”

“Lieutenant Uhura and I are no longer engaged in a relationship.”

Jim frowned. Did he know that?

“Um. Yeah? How long ago?”

Spock’s expression was frosty. “Two months ago.”

“Oh.” Jim nodded, feeling disoriented. “Still she probably would be, um, bothered.”

“There is no reason she would be.”

“Well, okay. You know her better than me. Anyway, Spock, I just wanted to acknowledge that you might be feeling guilty or something, and you shouldn’t.”

“I was not forced to do anything I did not want to do.”

Jim snorted. “That’s a lie. Aren’t Vulcans supposed to be truthful?”

Spock gave him a look. “I did not speak falsely. I was indeed forced.”

“But—”

“However, it was something I wanted to do,” Spock said. “Not under those circumstances, of course.”

Jim opened his mouth, closed it, opened it. Stared at Spock’s raised eyebrow.

There was only one thing to do now, he decided.

He pushed Spock against the bulkhead and fused their lips together, threading his fingers in Spock’s silky dark hair while he was at it.

Jim was delighted when Spock kissed him back.

The boatswain’s whistle sounded in the turbolift.

“Security to Captain Kirk. The turbolift you’re riding in has been stopped for several minutes, Captain. Do you need assistance? Repeat—”

Jim sighed against Spock’s mouth but when he went to pull away, Spock drew him back, kissing him fiercely.

“Captain Kirk? Sir?”

He rolled his eyes, kissed Spock’s nose and went to the intercom.

“Kirk here.”

“Giotto, Captain. Has your turbolift malfunctioned?”

“No. I mean, yeah, for a second, but it’s okay now. Everything’s fine. Kirk out.” He restarted the lift. Glanced at Spock. “My quarters or yours?”

“We are still on duty.”

“Damn.” Jim grimaced. “Tonight then?”

The turbolift doors opened on a deck and standing outside of it was Sulu and Uhura.

Jim smiled and got out as they got in. Spock didn’t move. “I look forward to it,” Spock said as the doors closed once more.  

Flash Fic, December 23, 2024

Here is the full flash

Ten years earlier…

“Don’t walk away from me in the middle of this!” Jim shouted. He was furious. He couldn’t remember when he was this angry.

Spock took a step back and shook his head. “I require meditation.”

Meditation? Are you fucking kidding me? Right now?”

His eyes were impossibly dark. “I require meditation at this exact moment so that I do not give into the desire to strangle you.”

Jim gasped. “Are we really fucking back to that? Just try it, mister, and I’ll have you court martialed before you can say Kobayashi Maru!”

Bones stepped in and put his hand on Jim’s arm. “Jim, take a deep breath. Calm down.”

Jim felt enraged. “I don’t want to fucking calm down, Bones. I’m done.”

“Jim—”

“Nope. Fuck you, Spock. You can go straight to hell.”

And with that he stormed off and away.

Ten years later…

“It was great having dinner with you, Captain. I mean admiral,” Sulu quickly corrected himself. He glanced at his husband and now young adult daughter, Demora. “We all enjoyed it.”

Jim smiled. “Jim will do. It was great for me too. I can’t believe you’re entering the Academy, Demora.”

She blushed a little. “Yes, sir. I hope to be a pilot like Dad.”

Jim winked. “You have lofty aspirations, but I have no doubt you’ll succeed.”

They stepped outside of the restaurant and on to the San Francisco street. It was a little cool, so Jim pulled his coat around him.

“You want us to give you a lift to your apartment?” Sulu asked.  

“No, that’s all right. I don’t mind the walk and it’s not that far.”

Sulu hesitated but then nodded. “You ever hear from Spock, sir?”

“Spock? No. We don’t keep in touch.”

“I just thought…never mind. I guess he’s probably on New Vulcan.”

“Maybe so.”

Ben spoke up then. “If you aren’t doing anything for Christmas, Jim, we’d love to have you over to our place. I make a great turkey.”

Jim shook his head. “Actually, I’m meeting Bones in Aspen, Colorado. I leave in a couple of days.”

“Oh.” Sulu’s expression brightened. “That’s good. Give Leonard our best.”

“I will.”

He gave Demora a quick hug, and then her parents too. “Merry Christmas.”

Then despite their offer again of a ride, Jim continued on his way.

****

After Jim stopped at the check-in desk at the Aspen resort to be told that his room wasn’t quite ready yet, he asked about Bones.

“I’m supposed to be meeting Leonard McCoy here. Has he arrived?”

The desk clerk smiled. “There is someone waiting for you out those double doors on the patio. We have heat lamps out there and you can order drinks.’

“Great, thank you.”

It was cold out but the only snow at the moment was already on the ground, so he felt going outside with heat lamps would be just fine. The place was supposed to have an indoor bar too so if it got too cold, he and Bones could move inside.

The double doors opened automatically at his approach, and Jim stepped outside. It was late afternoon so much of the patio had started to be in shadows, but then Jim spotted him, and his heart nearly stopped.

As though in a dream he walked over.

“Spock?”

Spock stood and looked as startled as Jim felt. “Jim?”

He didn’t to look around to know Bones wasn’t there.

“Sit down.”

And Jim pulled out the seat across from Spock, which was just under a heat lamp. In front of Spock was what looked apple cider and in front of Jim was a hot buttered rum.

Spock returned to his seat. “What are you doing here?”

“I had plans to meet Bones.” Jim paused. “And you?”

“Nyota,” Spock said softly. “I was even told to order that drink.”

Jim’s heart rate went somewhat back to normal. “I think we’ve been had.”

“I would agree.”

Jim picked up the drink and took a sip as he surveyed Spock. It was as though ten years hadn’t passed for the Vulcan. He looked just the same. And Jim knew that wasn’t true for him. He had more wrinkles and more gray hair.

He swallowed his pride. It was a tough thing.

“I miss you. All the time. Every day.”

When Spock didn’t reply, Jim chanced a look at the other man and saw that Spock had his eyes closed and wore a pained expression. As Jim observed him, Spock opened his eyes and there was unmistakable pain there.

“It has never been the same without you. I miss you.”

Jim took a chance and put his hand out toward Spock, who grasped and held it.

“Have we wasted these ten years, Spock?”

“Yes.”

Jim laughed, a miserable laugh. “No one has been you. Believe me I’ve tried.”

Spock nodded. “I have not tried.”

“Not once?” Jim asked, surprised.

“Never. You were the only one for me then and still.”

“Oh, God. Spock, I’m so so sorry.”

“It is I who owe the apology.”

“No. It was me. You know what? Let’s not do that. How the fight started or who was wrong or right, does it matter? God, just seeing you…I don’t know why I’ve stayed so fucking stubborn all this time.”

“Sirs?” A waitress stopped by their table. She handed Jim a red envelope. “I was told to give this to you.”

Then she walked away and Jim slid it open. There was a holiday card with a note inside.

“Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, and Happy New Year. By now you must know we’re not coming and we set this up for you two lugheads to get back together. You should never have been apart let alone for this long. We booked you two into the honeymoon suite from now until the end of the year. Don’t waste this opportunity.”

Jim put the note down. “Well. Lugheads. That was Bones.”

“Most certainly. And Nyota would be responsible for the honeymoon suite.”

Jim took another sip of the hot buttered rum. “It would be stupid not to take advantage of this opportunity.”

“Agreed.”

“The note even says so.” Jim looked at Spock. “Do you-do you want to?”

“More than anything,” Spock whispered. “These last ten years…not to be dramatic or illogical…have been torture.”

Jim frowned. “Wait. Pon Farr?”

“Since I had no bond, I did not experience it,” Spock admitted. “You and I never completed a bond and the one I had with T’Pring was severed upon her death in the destruction of Vulcan.”

“I…I’m glad you didn’t have to find a way to survive that.”

“It ended up being a fortunate thing we had not bonded prior to our estrangement.”

“Yeah, fortunate,” Jim whispered. He released Spock’s hand, stood and went to stand before Spock. “I really want to touch you now.”

Spock stood also and pulled Jim into his arms. They held each other very close and very tight for a long time.

“I love you,” Jim said softly.

“I love you,” Spock returned.

Snow began to fall in that moment which made Jim shiver in Spock’s arms.

The double doors opened.

“Gentlemen? Your room is ready.”

Jim laughed against Spock’s neck, pulled back and kissed him deeply. It was like coming home. “Shall we?”

“Yes.”

And with their arms wrapped around each other they entered the resort to go to the honeymoon suite.  

May the holiday season warm you. Happy Holidays!

Flash Fic, November 11, 2024

In the morning, Jim woke to realize Spock had been lying beside him watching him.

“Hey,” he said, his voice sounding raspy.

“I did not mean to wake you.”

“No, you didn’t. How long have you been awake?”

“Just a short time.” Spock paused. “Jim?”

“Hmm?”

“I suppose it would be premature to ask you to share my apartment.”

Jim smiled. “Yeah.”

Spock nodded.

“Are you asking?”

“I would like to.”

“Then try me.”

Spock looked slightly confused but then asked, “Will you share my apartment?”

“I would like to,” Jim responded in kind.

“Truly?”

“Sure.”

“But you said—”

“Well.” Jim shrugged. “Probably people will talk. Bones will. Maybe Uhura. Others. But really, do we care? This is our life, we get to decide.”

Spock looked thoughtful but then he inclined his head. “I am pleased you have accepted. Speaking of decisions, my parents would like to have dinner with us tomorrow night.”

“Okay.”

“You accept?”

Jim laughed. “Don’t look so surprised. I knew we would be doing that at some point. And while we are talking about it, my mother will want to meet you.”

“Have you told her about me?”

“Not yet. But she’s already hinted at having me come to Riverside for Thanksgiving. That’s just a few weeks so I thought maybe you’d like to come.”

“Of course I will.” Spock cupped Jim’s bruised cheek. “Does it hurt overmuch?”

“Nope. Hardly feel a thing.”

“I may have to have a word with Chester.”

“Spock.” He laughed.

“We will see.”

Jim shook his head. “In the meantime, kiss me.”

“We will be late.”

“Kiss me anyway.”

Flash Fic, October 28, 2024

Continuing

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“What’s on your mind Spock?” Nyota asked him as she sipped her soda across from him while they met for dinner. “You seem particularly lost in thought.”

“I believe it is possible I made an error in judgement.”

She looked surprised. “You? How?”

“Tonight was a Halloween Costume Party and Jim is attending with his friend Leonard McCoy. I did not wish to go.”

She nodded. “Was he upset?”

“Not at all. It was his suggestion from the beginning that I would not need to attend. But now I am questioning whether I made the correct choice.”

Nyota shrugged. “I admire him for giving you that out. That was good. He recognized that it wasn’t what you would enjoy doing and told you it was all right not to attend.”

“Indeed,” Spock agreed. “But in relationships is it not normal to often have to participate in something you prefer not to do in order to support or spend time with the other?”

“Oh certainly. But it sounds like Jim didn’t mind.”

“What would you have done?”

She remained silent for a few seconds, then sighed. “We are not the same person, Spock. And Vulcans are different from Humans.”

“You would have gone.”

“I would have. But that doesn’t mean you should have. Like I said, I give him props for recognizing it was something you wouldn’t feel comfortable doing. He went with a friend. I don’t think you did anything wrong and neither should you. If you want, you can contact him and offer to see him after the party is over. But, honestly, Spock, you’re fine.”

Spock decided after dinner to contact Jim to see him after as Nyota had suggested. He found himself quite relieved when Jim picked up his communication device nearly right away.

“Hey Spock!”

Spock could hear a lot of noise in the background.

“You are having a good time?”

“Hm? Well. It’s okay. What’s up?”

“I was wondering, if after the party, you would wish to see me. Perhaps come to my apartment? However, if you are too tired or having too good of a time—”

“No, that sounds good actually,” Jim said quickly. “I think Bones and I are ready to get out of here anyway. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you soon.”

“Spock out.”

Flash Fic, September 16, 2024

I think maybe three more parts after this and we will conclude this.

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Jim woke slowly, cocooned in warmth, held close, bare skin to bare skin. It took only a moment for his brain to catch up. Yes, he was in Spock’s bed where he had spent a very good night.

Spock stirred too and suddenly dark eyes gazed upon him.

“Good morning,” Jim spoke first. For light streamed gently through the blind on the window.

“Good morning.” Spock’s voice was deep and rough and it sent another thrill through Jim that he was well aware they had no time to indulge.

But it brough back memories of the night before and the passion they’d shared over and over.

“You are smiling.”

“Remembering last night.”

“Then I share that smile, inwardly anyway. We will be late if we don’t rise soon.”

Jim yawned. “I suppose. I’m inclined to miss my first class and just lie in.”

Spock’s lips curved. “As an instructor at the Academy I must advise you against that.” He paused. “However, as…”

When he hesitated, Jim supplied, “Lover.”

A faint color appeared on Spock’s cheeks, but he said, “As your lover I can think of no objection to having you continue to lie here in my bed at your leisure.”

“That sounds like approval to me.” Jim grinned.

Spock shook his head and made to rise. “I, however, am conducting an exam in my first class.”

“Mm. My roommate is in that class.”

“What is your roommates name?”

“Bones. Leonard McCoy.”

“Yes, I know him.”

Jim chuckled. “I bet. He’s a complainer. I love him, of course. But he does love to bitch. And he hates that class.”

“You do not appear to be influenced by his opinion.”

As Spock stood,  Jim turned on to his back and linked his arms behind his head on the pillow.

“Nah, I know he’s a grump. Besides you have mad chess skills.”

“Ah, so you appreciate me for my skills at chess.”

“That and your fantastic body and delicious lips.”

Spock arched a brow. “I really must get ready.”

“Speaking of, we don’t have to set up a chess match just to see each other now, do we?”

“No.”

Jim smiled. “Great. But maybe you’d better kiss me before you go into the bathroom in case I get lonely.”

“You are illogical,” Spock pronounced, but he leaned down to do so anyway. It was quick though.

“That’s it?”

“Neither of has yet brushed our teeth. As desirable as you are…”

Jim laughed. “Yeah, yeah. I get it. Go get ready, Professor.”

And as Spock made his way into the bathroom, Jim dozed with a smile on his face.

Flash Fic, August 26, 2024

A continuation

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Leonard “Bones” McCoy,  Jim’s friend and dorm roommate, looked frazzled when Jim got home later that day. He wasn’t particularly concerned as Bones usually wore that look.

“Hey.”

Bones scowled. “Hey yourself. I’ve got a million tests to study for. I ordered a pizza. Should be here any moment.”

“Oh.” Jim nodded. “Good. But I won’t be here.”

“Huh? Why not?”

“I’ve got a chess match.”

His friend’s frown deepened. “I thought that was this afternoon.”

Jim smiled. “It was. But this is a rematch because I creamed the other player.”

“Hmm. Still a chess match at dinner time?”

“We’re, uh, going to eat too.”

Jim was well aware Bones was not a fan of Professor Spock. He hoped to keep Spock’s name out of this conversation.

“Eat? Is it a date?”

Jim laughed. “What? No. No, of course not. Just a chess match. And some food. With the other player.”

Bones stared at him for a moment. “What’s the player’s name?”

“Chess Master.”  

“Pretty arrogant.”

“Yeah, but for a good reason.”

“Yet you won the match.”

“Well, you have to be pretty spectacular to beat me,” Jim said with a wink and a laugh.

Bones snorted. “Do they have a real name?”

“I’m sure they do. Doesn’t everyone? We’re keeping things pretty…on point. Chess Master and…”

His friend arched both brows.

“My alias,” Jim said smoothy.

“I probably don’t want to know.”

“You definitely don’t. Anyway, sorry, Bones. Raincheck on the pizza. If there’s any left I’ll have some for breakfast.”

“You’re being pretty evasive. Something you’re not telling me?’

“What? No.”

“What gender is Chess Master?”

“Male.”

“Species?”

Jim laughed. “What? Um. Human.” Which wasn’t a total lie. Spock was half.

“Be careful.”

“It’s just a chess match, Bones.”

“Not a damn date.”

Jim flashed a smile. “Nope.” He patted Bones’ arm. “Gotta get going. See you later.”

Christmas in July #13

This one might be a little simple but given that we’re almost at the end I have written 12 others I decided I’m good with that.

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Jim had been sitting by Spock’s biobed for hours, actually possibly almost a day. It was a slow time, now that Spock had been rescued from a disastrous mission, and the Enterprise docked at the nearest Space Station for repairs.

Spock’s eyes finally flew opened and Jim leaned forward.

“Spock, how are you feeling?”

“Captain?”

Jim smiled faintly. “Yeah. Bones says you’re going to be fine but I want to know how you feel.”

Spock blinked but did not respond at first which concerned Jim. He rose from his seat and approached.

“Spock?”

“I am well, Captain. I was merely taking a moment to process the situation. I do not remember how I got here.” Spock frowned slightly. “This does not look like the Enterprise.”

“We were on Dravos 2 and the inhabitants attacked. Your actions prevented them from killing Sulu but you got injured in the process. Sulu is fine. The Enterprise was damaged in a battle with the Klingons as we were escaping. They were behind what went on down there. We’re at a Space Station for a week to do repairs and you’re in the hospital here. Most of the crew is at the holiday celebration.”

Because before all that happened, the Enterprise rec room was hosting a big holiday party combining Christmas and Hanukkah and anything else anyone wanted to observe.  They switched it all to a hotel ballroom instead.

“You did not have to stay here with me, Captain. I know you intended to attend the party.”

Jim brushed that off. “Your well-being is more important than that.”

“You yourself said McCoy said I would be all right. It makes no sense to watch me sleep and miss out.”

“Sounds like you’re trying to get rid of me.”

“That is not my intention. But neither do I wish to be responsible for you missing out on an activity you had been looking forward to.”

“I don’t care about it.”

“Captain, there is no need to be here.”

Jim sighed, squelching down his disappointment. “Okay. I get it. You don’t want me around. I thought, well, maybe, yeah, never mind. I’ll just go.”

“Wait,” Spock called. “What were you going to say?”

Jim turned back. “With you no longer with Uhura, I was hoping you’d get that I wanted to spend time with you and that maybe you might reciprocate. But if you’re tired and just want to get rid of me, I’ll go to the party.”

“I do not want to be rid of you and I do reciprocate…Jim.”

Jim moved closer. “Yeah?”

“I genuinely did not wish for you to be disappointed to miss the holiday festivities.”

“That’s cool and I get it. But…I would rather be here with you.”

“Are you sure?”

Jim held up a twig of mistletoe and leaned in to kiss Spock. “I’m sure.”

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