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October 2023 Continuing Story

“Spock?”

The inside of the barn was dark, shadowy, and it caused Jim to feel very uneasy. He raised the disruptor weapon, his heart thumping hard in his chest.

If he really was a captain of a starship as McCoy said, wouldn’t that make him a badass? He shouldn’t be afraid, right?

It was a lot to take in and even more to believe, but maybe Jim wanted to believe it. Because his life here in Riverside didn’t seem to make sense.

“Here, Captain. Jim.”

He turned slightly to the right and yes, there was Spock within arm’s reach.

“I apologize. I wanted to spend time searching the barn fig signs of our missing Klingon or perhaps instability in the portal we all went through.”

“McCoy told me some of that.” Jim frowned. “And was there? Instability, I mean.”

“None that I could detect. I fear that we are running out of time to make our escape though.”

“By your calculations, assuming I believe any of this is true, how long have I been here?”

“Six months.”

“That long? How long have you been here trying to reach me?”

“We couldn’t calculate the exact month and time you appeared in 1980s Riverside, so we had to estimate. We’ve been here only three months.”

Jim nodded. “So during that time, I what? Established some kind of relationship with Becky. And who am I supposed to be here?”

Spock gestured to the barn entrance. “Let’s return to restrain the Klingon. Then I have an idea that may help both of us reach clarity.”

They exited the barn where McCoy stood next to the still unconscious Klingon. Spock bent down to tie him up and Jim noticed him squeeze his hand next to the Klingon’s neck. Which reminded him of his own bruise.

“How do the Klingons fit into all this?”

“They chased you through the portal,” McCoy answered. “They were on the planet with the Guardian.”

Jim shook his head. “I definitely need to know more.”

Spock straightened. “Yes. I suggest a meld.”

“A meld?”

“Between our minds. We’ve done it many times.”

Jim looked doubtful. “We have? Just what is our relationship?”

“I think you know,” Spock said softly.

“Maybe. I’ve had…dreams.”

Spock came closer until he stood right in front of Jim. He raised his hand toward Jim’s face. “I will not hurt you.”

“Okay. Do it.”

October 2023 Continuing Story

With the beanie gone, Spock stood in front of Jim staring back at him.

And yes, Jim was staring.

He definitely had a full head of silky dark hair. The bowl cut style was a bit odd but to each their own, Jim thought.

But the striking part was Spock had pointy ears. Like an elf or something. Of the fae folk his grandmother used to tell stories of. They looked real, too, not like a Halloween costume. Jim was tempted to reach out and tug at them just to be sure, but he dropped his hand just before he actually touched one.

“I am sure you have questions.”

Jim blew out his breath. He also had oddly shaped eyebrows. Sure he knew plenty of people who waxed or trimmed their unibrow but these were thinned and shaped in the extreme.

“My questions have questions,” Jim admitted.

“I am…Vulcan.”

“Vulcan,” Jim repeated. “Is that east of Budapest?”

“Definitely more North.”

Jim considered this. “How far north?”

Spock pointed up.

“I don’t understand.”

“Vulcan is another planet. It is not on Earth at all.”

“Another planet? Like a Martian?”

“No. Martians, if they existed, would be from Mars. Vulcans are from Vulcan.”

“I see.” Jim didn’t see at all. And he wondered if this guy in front of him was as much of a whack job as he seemed.

At that moment, Jim’s front door opened and in walked Leonard McCoy from the college.

“Wait. What the hell are you doing here?” Jim took a step back.

“Jim, do not be afraid. Doctor McCoy is here to help.”

“Doctor? Help?” Jim backed up even more. “Are you two in cahoots?”

McCoy made a face. “Cahoots isn’t quite the word. But Jim, we are working together. I’m your doctor and I need—”

Jim laughed hysterically. “Doctor? My doctor? I don’t have a doctor, buddy.”

“Jim, let us help you. You’re sick.”

“Sick?”

“Yes, something happened on the Enterprise and you got injured and it made you sick and you went through a portal. But I have the antidote if you’ll just let me—”

And McCoy held up the needle Jim had seen before and he could see it was filled with some yellow substance Jim assumed he intended to inject in Jim.

He shook his head frantically. “I don’t think so, pal.”

Then Spock raised his hand outward toward Jim’s shoulder.

:”Uh-uh.” Jim got his hand on the doorknob of the back door, twisted it open, and backed out of it, to make a break for it.

“Jim! Wait! No! There are Klingons out there!”

October 2023 Continuing Story

When Spock returned with the bowl of chicken noodle soup on a tv tray, Jim had a chance to view it with some suspicion.

“You didn’t add poison to it, did you?”

“Why would I  add poison?” Spock seemed genuinely perplexed but Jim thought he could simply be a good actor.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean I don’t actually know you. It’s weird that you knew where I lived. I didn’t tell you, right?”

“I did not obtain the information directly from you today. Do you have poison in your house?”

Jim thought about it. “Not something that actually has a skull and crossbones on it, no.” He put his spoon into the soup and took a tentative taste. He waited a moment, then nodded. “Seems all right. Would you please go into the medicine cabinet in my bathroom and get me a couple of aspirin?”

“I am not certain you should have aspirin.”

Jim smiled. “I have a headache. I want aspirin. It would be nice if you could bring it to me but if not I’ll get it my own damn self.”

Spock arched a brow. A gesture that seemed weirdly familiar. “I will get it.”

Jim continued to eat while Spock retrieved the aspirin along with a glass of water.

“So who was that McCoy guy? Do you know him?”

Spock handed him the aspirin and water. “Why do you ask?”

“He might be trying to kill me.”

Spock sat on the edge of the bed. “Kill you?”

“Weird things have been happening to me the last few days. Noises, lights. I swear someone’s been watching me. And my memory’s getting wonky. All of a sudden the old dean is replaced by this McCoy and just as I was leaving his office he held up this giant needle that he seemed to want to inject into me.”

Spock listened to everything he said without expression. “That is an interesting theory.”

“And you.” Jim waved his spoon. “You just appear out of the blue staring at me.”

“You are an attractive person.”

Jim blinked. “I don’t even know what to do with that. And then today when I’m trying to get away from McCoy, you appear and I lose consciousness.”

“And I take you home,” Spock said. “Were I intending to do you harm, would I do that?”

“I definitely can’t figure out that part. Why do you wear that beanie anyway? Are you bald under there and want to hide it?”

“Something like that.”

October 2023 Continuing Story

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Holding onto his mug of coffee the next morning, Jim walked around the farmhouse trying to figure out what was bothering him.

His sleep had been disturbed by dreams. Not necessarily nightmares but troubling.

Most he couldn’t remember in the light of day but there was one particular one that he did recall at least some of it. A sex dream. He was naked and sweating, lying on his back, his legs drawn up and a muscular back hovered over him.

At least that was all he could see of the other person.

To say Jim had been startled by the implications of the dream was an understatement. And ever since then the images kept flashing through his mind like a disjointed movie.

There was absolutely no one he could speak to that could explain such a dream to him. No one he could confide in.

And wasn’t that odd? Why didn’t Jim seem to have any friends? People had friends, right? But as he surveyed the inside of his home he couldn’t think of any.

He’d had Becky. And he had recognized Clyde, but he didn’t really think Clyde was a friend.

The other thing was why couldn’t he remember ever making love to Becky. They were close. She wanted to get married. He’d agreed he loved her.. Was she a virgin? Somehow Jim didn’t think so. But whatever the case he should know, right?

The farmhouse looked so impersonal. No family pictures. No pictures of any kind. No art on the walls.

“I should call my mom,” Jim said out loud. He walked over to the phone hooked to the wall in the kitchen. He lifted the receiver and stared at the buttons. “What the fuck is her number?”

He slammed down the phone, frustrated. What was wrong with him?

Jim finished his coffee and headed to the college for his job.

When he’d finished teaching two classes he found a note pinned to his office door.

The dean wants to see you.

Jim frowned and snatched the note off his door and entered his office. He’d just given a written test and had a hundred tests to grade. He didn’t have time to see Dean Halloway, but it wasn’t as though he could refuse.

He set the papers down on his desk, left his briefcase too, and prepared to see the dean.

Just as he turned away the man with the wool beanie passed by his office, once more staring in at him.

“Hey! Hey wait! Wait a second.”    

He rushed from his office but the hall was empty.

October 2023 Continuing Story

And so we begin part one. You may get a few surprises with this one!

PART ONE

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Riverside, Iowa

October 1980

It was just after nine o’clock when Jim heard a loud crash out in the front yard of his farmhouse.

He put his hand on Becky’s leg. “Stay here.”

“Probably a racoon,” she guessed. “I’ll stop the movie.”

They’d been watching a VHS tape on the brand new player Jim had purchased last week.

It was chilly out, but Jim didn’t bother with his coat. He did grab a crowbar he kept in a closet by the front door though.

He stepped out onto the porch. Several moths flew around the porch light.

“Who’s there?”

No one answered of course. If it had been a racoon or other animal getting into the trash they wouldn’t have and if it was some person with nefarious purposes they probably wouldn’t either.

He stepped off the porch, crowbar at the ready. Nothing by the trashcans and they were upright. He turned and walked to the front of the house by the picture window. Nothing there either. The pumpkins and scarecrows he’d set out in yard in September were untouched, There wasn’t a sign of anybody or anything. Nothing broken.

Jim pursed his lips and went back into the house. Becky was putting on her coat.

“Well?” she asked.

“Didn’t see a thing. Must be kids playing pranks for Halloween.”

“It’s only October 2. Seems a little early for tricks and treats.”

Jim nodded. “Probably.”

“Racoons,” she said matter-of-factly. “You get Clyde to come over and lay some traps.  That’ll take care of it. Drive me home?”

“Unless you want to stay.”

Becky shook her head reluctantly. “Can’t. Roberta’s coming for me early. Going out on flight to Denver at six in the morning from Iowa City. And from there New York. Speaking of, I’m going to be gone on several shifts over the next several days. Won’t be back for a while.”

Becky was a stewardess for TWA. She was often gone for extended periods of time. She liked it. And it seemed to ensure neither of them ever got tired of whatever they had going between them.

Jim grabbed his coat and keys and they made their way out to his Ford Escort.

Becky only lived a few blocks away and they were at her apartment in no time. He leaned over to give her a lingering kiss.

“Tell me how the movie ends,” she said, wiping her lipstick from his lips.

“Okay. And safe travels up there.”

“Jim, when I come back we need to talk.”

“That doesn’t sound good.”

She smiled. “Nothing that bad. But it’s time we decide about where our relationship is going. What are the next steps for us.”

“I see,” Jim replied with a nod.

“You love me, don’t you?”

“Of course.” But the response was automatic with no real feeling behind it and Jim couldn’t even say why.

But she didn’t seem to notice or care.

“That’s why we need to talk. Riverside’s great but—”

“My family’s lived here for a lot of years.”

“I know. But it doesn’t mean you have to stay here forever. People sell places and move on all the time. The point is, Jim, I’ve been offered to transfer to the Denver area as my main hub. It’s got a lot more going for it then this Podunk town and you can find a teaching position there, you know you can. It would mean a big promotion for me. And if we moved there we could get married and start a family. Just…think about it. We’ll talk about it when I get back.”

She leaned in to kiss him again, then opened the car door, got out and ran into her apartment building.

Jim sat there in the car for a moment considering. He didn’t want to move. And something…was off. But he had no idea what.

With a sigh, he put the Escort in gear and drove back home.

Once he parked and got out he started to head for the front door. But as he glanced toward the scarecrows and pumpkins he thought he saw glowing red eyes.

“What the hell?”

He rubbed his eyes and looked again.

Nothing.

Jim went into his house and locked the door. He didn’t bother watching the rest of the movie. He just went to bed.

Flash Fic, September 25, 2023

Only a couple more parts to go on this one!

“So, I’m thinking of taking Bones up on his offer,” Jim said just before he was due to head off to class.

Spock was standing in the kitchen, wearing his uniform, and cooking some kind of oatmeal thing for his breakfast. He had offered Jim, but he’d declined.

“Bones?”

“Leonard McCoy.”

“Oh. Yes. I’d forgotten you had a nickname for him. Offer?”

“To room with him until they get me my own dorm. That way I can get out of your hair. You’ve been more than generous with your time and place.” Jim smiled. “And cooking skills.”

“It is my understanding that Doctor Mccoy only has a single dorm.”

“Well, yeah. I’d sleep on the couch or a cot or something. But it would only be temporary.”

Spock stared at him blankly. “I see.”

And Jim sort of deflated. What had he hoped? That Spock would beg him to stay because he’d fallen madly in love with Jim? Ha.

Jim nodded. “Guess I’d better get to class.” He turned to leave.

“Jim.”

“Yeah?”

Spock blinked a few times. “Have I done something to make you uncomfortable here?”

“What? No. Of course not.”

“Then I don’t understand why you would choose less desirable circumstances.”

“Well” Jim turned back to fully face Spock. “I like you, Spock. I mean…a lot.” He took a deep breath. “And last night when you stayed out late I realized how much I really do and I felt jealous and anxious and I just have no right to feel that way. I think it’s better I don’t stay.”

“What did you think I was doing last night?”

Jim winced.

“I see. You assumed I was engaged in coitus with a paramour.”

That made him laugh, if a bit awkwardly. “Well, I wasn’t going to go there. But something like that, yeah.”

Spock’s lips quirked upward. “There was an explosion in one of the labs and a cadet was injured. As his instructor I went to the hospital with him to ensure he would safely recover. I apologize, I did not have a way to contact you as I do not have your codes or coordinates for your communicator.”

It was Jim’s turn to blink rapidly. “I didn’t think…boy, that was dumb.”

“And for the record, Jim, I like you too.”

Flash Fic, September 11, 2023

Jim stopped at the administrative office after his classes were over the day to see if by chance they had a cancelation or something and he would get a single dorm sooner than they had said.

He was quickly told no and turned away. So, slightly bummed out, Jim made his way to Spock’s place. He didn’t really think he could consider it as his own.

As he approached, he spotted Cadet Uhura leaving, the one who was studying Xenolinguistics and had an attitude. Apparently Bones had been right.

Jim wondered why she didn’t just live with Spock, but then maybe because Spock was a part time instructor the dating thing and living together could be a thing.

Jim didn’t see Spock when he first entered the dormitory so he assumed he was in his private room. He went straight to the kitchen to brew himself some coffee. He probably ought to contact his mother to let her know he’d made it safe and sound and got her chair, but he hadn’t been settled yet in his own place.

He sat at the table while he waited for his coffee and sent her a quick email. Then he search ‘apartments for rent’ near Starfleet Academy.

He’d just crossed off the first two when Spock emerged.

“Jim. I did not hear you return.”

He smiled. “I was trying to be quiet. I don’t want to be a huge pain. In fact, I was just looking about renting an apartment off campus.”

“I assure you that is not necessary.”

Jim shrugged. “I don’t want to cramp your style.” At Spock’s blank look, Jim explained, “I saw your girlfriend leave. I’m sure you two want your privacy as much as possible.”

“Are you referring to Nyota Uhura?”

“Yes.”

Spock shook his head. “She is not my girlfriend except that she is a female and a friend, but I believe you intend to imply a much deeper connection.”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah I did.” Jim frowned. “Guess Bones was wrong after all.”

“Bones?”

“My friend. You know, it doesn’t matter right now.” Jim blew out a breath and smiled. He closed out of search. “So you really don’t mind that I stay until they find me a place?”

“Had I minded, I would never have offered when they made the query.”

Jim nodded. “Good point.” He rose. “My coffee is ready. Want some?”

“No thank you. Are you hungry?”

“Yep.” Jim laughed. “I’m always hungry.”

“I could make us some noodles.”

“You cook too? I’m definitely in love.” Jim winked to show he was kidding but he did notice a little color to Spock’s cheeks.

“They are just noodles,” Spock said, somewhat stiffly. “Perhaps you should hold back your love declarations for after you taste them.”

Jim laughed again. “Okay. I’ll keep that in mind.” He took a big sip of his coffee. “Do I have time for a shower?”

“You do.”

“Great. I’ll be right back.”   

Flash Fic, September 04, 2023

And….

For the remainder of September, like August, I am sticking with one continual story…. Starfleet Academy.

“Damn.”

“What’s wrong, Jim?”

Jim’s newly obtained friend, Leonard McCoy, asked as he walked over to the check-in table where Jim stood.

“They don’t have my single dorm room,” Jim explained. “The guy on the shuttle said I was all set, but they don’t have it. And most of the doubles are taken up too.”

“What are they going to do about it?”

Jim shrugged. “I guess they’re looking for someone who can take me temporarily in a double until they can get me a single.”

“Well.” McCoy frowned. “I have a single myself. We can maybe put a cot in it until they figure it out.”

“Thanks but—”

“Mr. Kirk, we’ve found someone willing to share their double with you temporarily,” the woman at the table announced.

Relieved, Jim turned around to face her. “Yeah? Great.”

“Understand you might have to room with this person for up to a month,” she explained. “There are separate sleeping rooms but the kitchenette and bathroom are shared.”

Jim nodded. “Okay by me. I can put up with anything if it’s temporary. Does the guy who is willing to share know it could be as long as a month?”

“Yes, he is aware. He’s in his last year of the Academy and spends much of his time as a part time instructor to earn extra credit.” She peered at him. “Are you Xenophobic?”

“Huh?”

“The person with the dorm is Vulcan. His name is Spock.”

“All right, that’s fine. And no, I’m not.”

She handed him a folder. “These are your class assignments as well as the location of the double dorm assigned to you. The key is there too. We’ll be in touch, Cadet. Good luck.”

Jim turned away and joined Leonard McCoy where he stood.

“Guess he’s a Vulcan and an instructor. Part time anyway.”

“So I heard. That could cramp your style.”

“It’s only for a month at the most. What could happen?”

Flash Fic, August 28, 2023

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“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Jim declared.

Spock arched a brow. “It was your idea.”

“I know, but…you aren’t having second thoughts, are you?” And the idea that Spock might be made Jim suddenly queasy.

“Not even one. It is my desire, my dream, to spend the rest of our lives together.”

Jim, eyes shining, kissed him.

“All right, all right, save that for after the ceremony!”

Jim released Spock, laughed, and turned to Bones. “Glad you could make it.”

“Make it? Wouldn’t miss this for the world. You two are a couple of idiots, but it’s about time you realized you’re better as idiots together.”

Spock frowned. “That is nonsensical and illogical.”

At that moment, Commodore Paris arrived in the conference room to perform the ceremony. She smiled widely.

“Welcome all to the wedding ceremony of Captain James T. Kirk and Commander Spock. It’s an honor to officiate. Gentlemen, are you ready? Have you got everyone here that you want to witness?”

Jim glanced at the door of the conference room to see Sulu, Chekov, Jaylah, Scotty, and Uhura arriving.

He smiled. “Yeah I think that’s everyone.”

Uhura came over to Spock and hugged him. “I can’t believe you’re going to do it.”

“It is what I want,” Spock said simply.

“I know.” She smiled at Jim. ”Congratulations, Captain.”

“Thank you, Nyota.”

“Places everyone,” Commodore Paris said.

Jim and Spock moved to the front of the conference room and stood in front of the Commodore.

The words were a blur to Jim, as he couldn’t take his eyes off Spock, or stop thinking that when all of this was said and done, Spock would be his husband.

“Jim, do you take Spock to be your husband?”

“Oh yeah.”

Everyone laughed and even Spock’s lips twitched.

“And Spock, do you take Jim to be your husband?”

“I do.”

“By the power designated to me by the United Federation of Planets, I pronounce you husbands. You may kiss.”

“You bet I will.” Jim fisted Spock’s dress uniform tunic and pulled him close, sealing their union with a passionate kiss.

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