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Flash Fic, August 21, 2023

Jim pulled back from Spock, shining.

“Then I can assume I had not miscalculated.”

Jim shrugged. “Well my granny had a saying about assuming—”

Jim.”

He laughed breathlessly and found himself feeling a little manic with joy. He put his hands on Spock’s forearms.

“We’re in a way too public place. Why don’t we find a more clandestine place to be?”

“Clandestine,” Spock repeated.

“It’s a great word.” He felt almost drunk, though he’d had nothing at all to drink.

“I’d prefer privacy, yes,” Spock said, rather primly.

Jim grabbed Spock’s hand and led him away from the bridge and the water feature. He couldn’t help but think it was pretty lucky their apartment building wasn’t all that far away.

They reached the building in no time and only had to ride the glass lift that was situated on the outside of building to allow for spectacular views of the station with two or three others. Jim made sure to stand close to Spock so no one could stick themselves between them where they’d clearly not be wanted. Spock stared straight ahead.

Unfortunately, one of the riders recognized Jim and decided to strike up a conversation.

“Captain Kirk, it’s nice to see you, sir.” At Jim’s blank look the female officer straightened. “I work for Commodore Paris.”

“Oh.” Jim nodded and smiled politely. “Ensign Martin.”

Her countenance brightened. “Yes that’s right. Elaine Martin. Perhaps you’d like to join me for drinks in the lobby in about an hour?” There was hope in her voice.

Jim glanced briefly at Spock who was clearly pretending not to pay any attention.

“Unfortunately, I won’t be able to. Commander Spock and I have a very important meeting to attend that’s going to take up the rest of the evening.” The lift door opened. “And this is our floor. Have a nice night.”

And Jim dragged Spock out with them as the door closed in Ensign Martin’s disappointed face.

Spock arched a brow. “You are popular as ever.”

Jim merely snorted in response, stopped at his apartment door, scanned for entry, and barely kicked the door closed before he jumped on Spock and started kissing him.

Flash Fic, July 31, 2023

And so we come to another conclusion of Christmas in July. It definitely had its up and downs (and a promise of a full-blown fic related to amnesiac Jim who Spock finds friendless and alone in the hospital) but all things must pass. Here you go.

Jim wiped his mouth as he threw up for the fourth time. He looked pale and miserable.

“Daddy’s sick,” Amanda whispered to Spock. In each hand she clutched her stuffed reindeers she’d received earlier in the year, Martin and Cornelius.

“Yes,” Spock replied. He had his suspicions.

Spock had just hung the family stockings over the hearth. Christmas Eve was tomorrow and naturally, according to Amanda, their stockings needed to be ready for Santa when he came.

Jim came fully out of the bathroom where Spock and Amanda hovered anxiously. He smiled weakly.

“I sure hope that’s it.”

“Why don’t you sit on the couch, Jim, while Amanda and I continue getting the house ready for Santa tomorrow.”

Jim nodded. “Good idea.” He walked stiffly into the living room and lowered himself down to the couch. “That is better. Sorry about that. I don’t know what’s wrong. Must have been something I ate.”

Amanda went over to sit next to him. “Not the cookies I helped Father make.”

“No, of course not those. They were delicious.”

“Amanda, will you put your reindeers in their pen for now as we will be doing more baking soon,” Spock told her. “Wash your hands too.”

“Okay!” She scrambled up and ran toward her room.

Spock took the seat directly next to Jim and reached for his hand.

“I’m fine, Spock. Like I said, probably just—”

“Jim, I suspect you might be expecting another child,” Spock said quickly.

Jim closed his mouth. “What? No.”

Spock arched a brow.

“No,” Jim insisted.”

“It is quite possible. Still. As you are aware.”

“I know but…” Jim huffed.

“I suggest it is time to book an appointment with the doctor.”

Jim made a face. “It’s Christmas.”

Spock’s lips curved. “I mean after of course. Would having a brother or sister for Amanda be so bad?”

“You’re not the guy who’s pregnant,” Jim said, as he had the first time. “If I am.”

“If. You may sit there and rest while we bake the Christmas cake.”

Jim leaned back and closed his eyes. “I might take a nap.” “Probably for the best.” He leaned over, kissed Jim’s cheek, and rose to get the kitchen ready for his daughter.  

Flash Fic, July 24, 2023

Spock knew when he saw the empty table in the restaurant that he’d messed up. He didn’t realize how badly then. It was a table for two and there was a half-empty glass of red wine on the abandoned table. He also spotted a small individual teapot with a tea strainer and cup beside it.

Above the table was a giant red ball with a gold finial attached to it. It was sparkling with glitter. A Christmas bulb.

Guilt, shame, and disappointment in himself assailed him and his heart hurt.

He turned away and walked back toward the entrance of the restaurant where the hostess stood behind a podium.

“Excuse me. Can you advise me how long ago that man at the table left?”

“Oh, the admiral? Twenty minutes ago. He was stood up if you can believe it.” She made a tsking sound.

“I can believe it.”

She then stared at him. Spock knew the moment when she realized. “Oh. You’re the one he was supposed to meet.”

“Yes.”

She reached behind the podium and withdrew a small ornament box. “He left this.”

Spock held it in his hands, further dismayed. “Which direction did he go”

“Toward the park. He said to watch the ice skaters.”

Spock shoved the ornament box in his coat pocket and left the restaurant, hurrying toward the park.

Around him he heard festive holiday music and he recalled the date was December 24th, Christmas Eve. And also the anniversary of when…that was a few years back now and it was not something Spock really thought about. Vulcans didn’t consider such things important, but Humans…

He spotted Jim huddled in a coat sitting on a bench observing a group of boisterous ice skaters on the temporary pond the city had set up for the holidays.

Spock rushed over and sat beside Jim, who continued to gaze out at the skaters.

“I am sorry I was late.”

“Late? Ten minutes is late. Ninety minutes is a no show.”

Spock swallowed the heavy lump. “I…the meeting went far past the time I anticipated. And I…did forget the day.”

“Christmas Eve,” Jim said softly. He shook his head. “I know you don’t care about Earth celebrations.”

“I care about you and what is important to you. It was thoughtless and insensitive of me to forget.” Spock withdrew the box. “You left this.”

“My Christmas present to you.” Jim took it from Spock and looked at it. “We never did get proper rings. They were flimsy and bought in haste. I guess I thought it was time to replace them.”

Jim flipped open the box to display two titanium men’s wedding rings.

Unbidden and unwanted tears sprung to Spock’s eyes and he found it difficult to speak. Jim watched him but didn’t say anything.

His hand shaking, Spock took the box from Jim’s hand. He carefully withdrew one and placed it on Jim’s finger. Then he placed the other on his own.

“Same inscriptions we got on the cheap ones,” Jim whispered.

:”I saw. Did you…did you want to go back to the restaurant?”

“No, I have a better idea.” Jim stood and held out his hand for Spock to take. “Let’s go home.”

“Wherever you are is my home.”

Jim smiled then and holding Spock’s hand they left the park for home.

Flash Fic, July 17, 2023

J wanted some Regency Pinto and though I didn’t feel like setting this little snippet of their life at Christmas (I’ll get something like that done at actual Christmas time), Christmas IS mentioned so I decided this qualifies for Christmas in July!

It was a lazy summer day with Chris spending most of the day in his parlor reading.

The day was warm in the country, warmer than he generally enjoyed, so he decided to stay inside.

He was half asleep on the settee when there was a brisk knock on the parlor door.

“Hmm?”

“Sorry, milord, but you have a visitor.”

Chris straightened and wiped his eyes. “A visitor, Lang? Who  is it?”

Lang was one of only three servants he kept at the country estate regularly. The other being his housekeeper, Mrs. Dunphy, and the cook.

“Viscount Quinton, sir.”

Excitement and happiness bubbled up inside him. “Zachary? Wonderful. Show him in at one, Lang.”

He stood and smoothed down his cotton lawn shirt, discarding his already loosened cravat in a nearby chair.

Zach came sauntering in a moment later, looking the picture of perfecting in fawn colored breeched and coat with a cream colored shirt and cravat. His hair had gotten a touch longer and he held it back with a neat bow.

“Lord Christopher,” he called out, smiling.

Lang stood just behind him. “Tea, milord?”

“Tea, Zach?”

“Not just yet, Lang. I’ll ring for it later if required. Just some privacy if you please. Have Mrs. Dunphy set up the bed chamber next to mine. And do tell Cook there will be an extra person for supper.”

Lang bowed and closed the door.

Immediately Zach came to him and folded him into his arms.

“This is unexpected,” Chris murmured against him. “Though not unwelcome. I thought you were in London.”

“And I was. But I haven’t seen you since Christmas and I’ve missed you so.”

“You are staying?”

“For at least tonight if not a second night. Then I must return to London.”

“Whatever time we can have together is wonderful.”

They found each’s mouths then, enjoying a long lingering kiss. Zach touched Chris’ jaw.

“You’re quite bristly.”

“No need for shaving when there’s only me.”

“I don’t mind it, believe me.” Zach closed his eyes. “It’s been far too long.”

“Agreed. But it can’t be helped. Come lie here on the settee with me. We can have a lazy day together. Dreaming of more Christmases to come.”

“Mmm. Sounds perfect.”

And yes, Chris thought later, it was.

Flash Fic, July 10, 2023

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“Hey, Spock, how was—”

“Not now, Captain.”

And Spock practically ran down the corridor, holding his leather jacket closed as he entered a turbolift.

Jim turned to Uhura who had just exited the transporter room.

“What’s with Spock?”

She arched a brow. “How would I know?”

“Didn’t you guys spend shore leave together?”

Jim had abstained from shore leave this time. He’d been recuperating from an injury he’d gotten on a mission two months back and he had decided to stay on the ship and continue resting while doing some reports.

“As a group, sure. You know we’re not together anymore, so I didn’t watch his every move.” She looked at him. “I was surprised he came along as I figured he’d be looking after you.”

“He did too much of that when I was recovering, so I told him it was an order that he spend time on the planet.”

“I see. I think he was headed to his quarters, so you should probably check on him there.”

“So nothing weird happened?”

Uhura shrugged. “Not that I noticed, no. We all had a great time. That place had a Christmas in July Festival. It was fun, you would have loved it.”

“Probably. But the relative quiet here was nice too.”

“I’ve never known you to prefer quiet, Captain.”

“I’m turning over a new leaf.”

“Sure, sure. I’m dying for a big cup of coffee.” She yawned. “See you on the bridge later.”

She moved off and Jim sigh, deciding one thing she was right about. He needed to go see what was up with Spock.

****

Jim tried the door between the bathroom he shared with Spock to Spock’s quarters, the way he normally went into see Spock. It wouldn’t budge. Clearly locked.

“Spock?”

There was a loud thud.

“Spock?”

“One moment, Captain!”

Jim frowned and tried the door again. “Spock, what the hell is going on in there?”

There was another muffled sort of thud and just as Jim was preparing to go around to the main door of Spock’s quarters, the door opened and Spock stood there now dressed in his uniform, every hair neatly in place.

Jim eyed him suspiciously.

“What are you up to?”

“I…secured a present for you.”

“A present? What’s the occasion?” Jim moved closer. “Are you blushing?”

“It is possible,” Spock admitted. “For…Christmas.”

“In July?” Jim smiled. “It’s just a silly thing, Spock. It doesn’t require a present.”

Spock nodded. “Yes. But it was a ready excuse, plus I wanted to get something for you to address you recent depression over the length of your recovery period after your injury.”

“I’ve not been depressed,” Jim protested.

Spock arched a brow.

“Well, I hate being inactive and Bones kept me out for a long time. Totally longer than necessary.” Jim looked at Spock. “What’s my present?”

“I thought you did not require a present.”

“I don’t, but since you went to the trouble—”

Just then Jim heard a tiny little high-pitched meow. His eyes widened as Spock turned around, walked over to a drawer, and opened it. He reached out and pulled out a tiny furry cream colored fluffball.

“Spock!”

Spock’s lips curved as he put the kitten in Jim’s hands. “I have already arranged for the replicators to make cat food and arranged for her to have a litterbox. I have also cleared it with Starfleet.”

“You’ve thought of everything!”

“Well. Not everything. She will need a name.”

Jim grinned down as the kitten grabbed his finger. “Marshmallow.”

Spock made a snorting sound. “Very well.”

Jim leaned over and kissed Spock. “Thank you.”

“You are very welcome.”

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July 03, 2023 Flash Fic

Here we go, folks, the first Christmas in July Flash. Enjoy!

Shore leave was not something Spock had ever cared about before he entered into a relationship with Jim.

Nyota had never pushed him into taking it with her and generally he hadn’t opted to take it, preferring to stay on the ship.

And even now he wouldn’t say Jim ‘pushed’ him into it.

He had just given Spock what Spock thought of as his “gentle” smile and said, “If you want to stay on the ship, it’s okay.”

Spock did not. He found that he wanted to experience everything Jim did and so he accompanied him.

They were currently on a rather tropical planet with an area designed to mimic Earth’s tropical islands like Hawaii and Tahiti.

By the beach was a bar and restaurant Jim wanted to try, so they were headed down there. But suddenly Jim stopped by the window of a souvenir shop.

He stared at something behind a glass enclosure. He’d gone just a bit paler than his normal shade and his lips pulled down in an almost frown. His breathing had become shallower too.

“Jim?”

Spock moved closer, both because he needed to be near Jim when Jim became anxious, whether for Jim or himself, he did not know, and because he wanted to see what had caught Jim’s gaze.

Spock found himself surprised by what Jim stared at. It was a statue of a pink flamingo wearing a Santa Claus hat. The body of the flamingo was covered in pink glitter and the hat was made of fabric. He had no idea what intrigued or bothered Jim about it.

Without looking at Spock, Jim exhaled. “I need to go inside there.”

He turned and opened the door to the shop and Spock quickly followed him inside.

Jim was already at the counter speaking to an older man. “I’d like to see the flamingo, please.”

Spock moved to stand beside Jim, as close as he possibly could without overcrowding him. Jim’s gaze moved up to Spock’s face, but he said nothing.

A minute later the man returned with the statue which he put in front of Jim.

Spock noticed Jim’s hand shaking as he reached out to touch the flamingo and look at the price tag. He drew his hand back and placed it on the counter and Spock put his hand over Jim’s. The tremor stopped and Jim’s lips curved upward slightly.

“I don’t have that many credit chips with me,” Jim said, regretfully.

Spock leaned in to check out the price for himself. “Box it up, please. I have the credits.”

The man moved away with the statue and Jim turned to him.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I did.”

Jim said nothing further as the man came back with the boxed flamingo in a shopping bag. Spock handed over the credits and they left the shop.

“Thank you,” Jim said so softly it was like a whisper on the wind.

They continued on to the restaurant without a word between them but when they were seated under an umbrella, tropical drinks ordered, and the shop’s bag on the table, Jim finally spoke.

“When I was just a kid, my grandmother, my mom’s mother, would visit us every summer. She’d get there in late June, stay with us through August, and then leave for her own home every year. She lived in Montana during the months not with us, with one of Mom’s brothers.”

“I did not know that,” Spock said carefully. He was uncertain where Jim was going with this, but he listened intently. Getting this much insight to Jim’s prior life was a rare gift he intended to treasure.

“This was all well before Mom brought Frank into our lives. She was seeing someone but he didn’t stay with us and it never seemed like it was going anywhere. Back then Mom seemed to stay home with us more. Anyway, every July, my grandmother would do this thing with the three of us, Mom, Sam, and me. Christmas in July.”

Jim smiled faintly as they were briefly interrupted by the arrival of their drinks. The waiter went away as they said they’d order food later.

“When I was four she bought me a stuffed flamingo with a Santa hat on it.” Jim laughed. “I loved it. I carried that thing everywhere with me for like two years. It ended up getting kind of dirty I carried it around so much. I stopped one day when Sam pointed out it was lame and I was too old for it. I didn’t get rid of it or anything. Just threw it in the closet.”

“Your brother—”

“I know.” Jim sighed and took a sip through the paper straw of his drink. “A few years later, when I was ten, my grandmother didn’t arrive when she was supposed to. Come to find out that she had stopped in downtown Riverside first before coming to our farmhouse where there was a bakery that sold cookies shaped like Santa wearing a bathing suit and carrying a surfboard. For Christmas in July. We all loved those cookies. As she was crossing the street, she was hit by a car.”

Spock blinked. He reached over and put his hand on Jim’s. He could feel Jim’s sorrow like a punch to the gut. Like it had happened only yesterday.

Jim blew out a very long breath, looked out to the planet’s ocean. “She didn’t make it. The guy was drunk and never saw her. He crashed the car after he hit her. I think that was one more death Mom couldn’t handle and that’s when she decided to marry Frank and change all our lives. I don’t know. It was awful. I put that stuffed flamingo with the Santa hat in her casket when she was buried.”

“I am sorry, ashaya.”

Jim looked at him. There was a bit of a sheen to his blue eyes but Spock didn’t think he was actually crying.

“So, when I saw that,” he stopped to gesture to the shop bag, “it brought it all back to me. And I wanted it, I guess, to remember her. Not that I could really forget.”

“I understand,” Spock told him. “When my mother was destroyed with Vulcan by Nero, there was nothing left of her except for the necklace I had already given to Nyota. And while she offered to return it to me on several occasions, I had always been taught one did not take back a gift freely given.” Spock paused, turned Jim’s hand so that their palms touched. He would never get tired of touching Jim, even in such small ways. “I have no other mementos of her, and logic dictates that as a Vulcan I should not want any, yet I wish sometimes I had even something as small as a teacup.”

Jim smiled that same gentle smile. “We’re a pair, aren’t we?”

“Indeed.”

“We have our memories in our hearts and those can’t be taken away. And I think the best way to honor both of them is to make many happy memories together for years to come.” Jim leaned forward and kissed Spock softly.

For a long time, they stayed that way, palm to palm, face to face. Building those memories.   

Flash Fic Revisit June 2017

I didn’t have time to write anything new for today but thought it might be fun to take a complete blast from the past. This flash is from June 2017! Enjoy

Jim sighed as he stood in front of a mirror in Bones’ office in the medbay. He pulled at his collar.

“Stop that,” Bones snapped. He came over and fixed Jim’s tie that Jim had just made askew.

“Why do I have to wear this…tuxedo,” Jim said, recalling the name.

“Because it’s a costume party with the theme 21st Century clothes and you look positively gorgeous in it.”

Jim made a face and peered at himself. “Damn Uhura and her stupid ideas anyway.”

“I heard that.” The lieutenant herself appeared in Bones’ office dressed in a sparkly sequined red dress with a handkerchief hem. She wore red hoops in her ears.

“Where’s Spock?”

“He doesn’t want to come.” She rolled her eyes. “He’s being a pain in the ass.” She whistled. “You look fantastic.”

“It’s uncomfortable.”

“Stop whining.” She took out her communicator and punched in a message.

“What are you doing?” Jim asked.

“Nothing.” She smiled and returned the communicator to a pocket. She twirled around. “You are supposed to say I look gorgeous too.”

“Doesn’t that go without saying? And anyway, if Spock gets out of it, how come I have to go?”

“You’re the captain, that’s why,” Bones said. He pulled on a T-shirt.

“What are you supposed to be?”

Bones grinned. “A beach bum.”

“You know I—”

“Captain, Nyota said you needed me for—” Spock stopped. Stared at Jim. His eyes widened.

Uhura giggled and grabbed Bones’ arm. “Come on, I don’t think you’re going to want to see this.”

“See what?” Bones asked as she dragged him away.

“Spock?” Jim asked. “What’s wrong?”

“You-you are…” Spock grabbed Jim’s biceps and pulled him flush against him.

Jim’s tongue darted out to trace his lips. “I am?”

Spock’s eyes got impossibly darker. “Not going anywhere.” His lips claimed Jim’s as he pressed the button to close the door.

Memorial Day Flash

When super blood-or super villain blood-keeps you going much longer than your life was originally scheduled for, well, you ended up outliving pretty much everyone you’d ever known.

But today was about honoring those who had died in service to Starfleet and the Federation.

He stopped at Pike’s, Carol’s, and Chekov’s along the way. A few more that had served under him. Hendorff’s. Giotto’s.

And finally he stopped at his dad’s. Of all those sections in the Memorial he had visited, his dad was the only one he’d never gotten to know. Not even briefly, like Sam.

His thoughts strayed to his late brother. Gone now too, since there’d been no miracle blood to prolong his life. They’d reconciled at the end but they’d missed far too many years over too many hurt feelings.

By the time he made it out of the Memorial, he was exhausted. Not because he felt any physical weakness. He didn’t at all. But the emotional toll was great.

So he stood there outside of it, leaning against a wall, closing his eyes as a sort of survivor’s guilt assailed him.

“Jim.”

A soft touch on his elbow.

He opened his eyes to look into the concerned dark eyes of his husband.

“Hi, Spock.”

“You did not wait and went without me.”

Jim nodded. “I can wait here if you want to go.”

Spock looked past him to the entrance. “No. My place is with you. I mourn their memories.” Spock took Jim’s arm and helped him to walk away from the building.

“Did you make the arrangements for your father?”

Another loss. Another memory. Or a thousand memories.

“Yes.” Spock said nothing else as they walked together. They remained quiet as they made their way home. It was good to have each other. In that the miracle of Kahn’s blood had blessed him.

Flash Fic May 22, 2023

I had promised that I would eventually get around to the second part of the flash where Jim and Spock have a son “Tommy” and the mother visits the space station. Taken me a while but here it is. I added the first part too, to remind you of the story. Here’s the thing in full. Enjoy!

Jim sat alone at a two-seater table in the corner of a canteen restaurant on Space Station 12. He had his PADD with him, but at that moment he was people watching.

Half-listening for the beep from his PADD when he received a new message. He was waiting for one from Spock.

They’d been parted now for nearly four months and it was wearing on him.

Jim hadn’t accepted retirement, but he had accepted that he wouldn’t be captain of a starship anymore. Instead he was acting as the military head of this very space station.

And Spock had taken on the ambassadorial duties of his father when Sarek had been too unwell to complete them. Spock was spending his time between Earth, New Vulcan, and Space Station 12. And it seemed to Jim that his location got the least amount of attention from Spock.

Jim got it. He did. And it wouldn’t be forever.

The blood he’d received from Khan all those years prior had insured he would live a life far more matched to Spock’s and for that he was grateful. But he would very much like to spend that life with Spock more often.

Last time Spock was here, he’d been there only a month before leaving for New Vulcan. Jim had traveled four months ago for a visit with Spock on Earth, for a mere two weeks, and he’d had to return.

He spotted the Human woman the minute she’d entered the canteen. She was dressed all in shiny silver, a mini skirt with a halter top. Her white hair was pulled back in a pony-tail reminiscent of the way Uhura had once worn hers. Dangling from her ears were large silver hoop earrings. Even her makeup was silver, glittery. And she looked his way.

When she reached him, she sat down without invitation.

“Admiral Kirk.”

“Jody. I wasn’t aware you were on the Station.” Which annoyed him. He should be alerted to all who arrived. Some security.

She smirked. “Sorry, sir. I should have let you know I was coming. You’re alone?”

He shrugged. ”Unless you’re sitting on someone very tiny.”

Jody laughed. “You haven’t changed.”

“Did you expect I would?”

“No.” She sighed. “Where is he?”

“In class. He doesn’t get out for another two hours.” Jim sighed and picked up his coffee cup, taking a sip, then grimacing when it was cold. “He’ll be glad to see you.”

“What about you, Jim? Are you glad?”

“That ship sailed, as you know.”

“True. I’m just passing through. I’ll be on my way tomorrow, so you needn’t worry I’ll overstay my welcome.”

“Where are you off to?”

“I’ve taken a job on Caltos 6. Six-months. I wanted to see my son before I went.”

He nodded. “As I said, he’ll be glad to see you.”

“Where’s your husband?”

“Working.”

“You two, always busy.”

Jody, of course, had been Jim’s mistake before he and Spock ever got together. Back on a place just like this. Yorktown. They’d spent a few weeks together pretending to have a romance, Jim supposed. It was only ever sex for him as he loved Spock even back then, but he had liked her.

But then after she left, after it was over, she informed Jim she’d gotten pregnant. Their son, Thomas, stayed with Jim fulltime. Jody didn’t want to be tied down to a child, she’d been clear about that, but she did visit Thomas when she could, and they did have a loving if somewhat distant relationship.

“I’m waiting to hear from him now.”

“He’s coming to the canteen?”

“No. He’s on New Vulcan.”

“Oh.” She nodded. “I’ve got some things to take care of. Can I meet you at Thomas’ school in a couple of hours? Maybe we can have take-out together at your apartment.”

“Sure. Okay.”

She smiled, stood, and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “See you in a bit, Admiral.”

Jody turned around and walked right into a tall, thin Vulcan.

Jim stood up immediately, aware he was grinning like a fool. “Spock!”

Spock arched a brow at Jody and stepped around her to accept Jim’s embrace.

“I was waiting for your message.”

“I decided to surprise you,” Spock said. He looked at Jody. “Clearly this is your day to be surprised.”

“Nice to see you again, Spock,” Jody said. “Don’t worry I am leaving again tomorrow.”

“I was not, in fact, worried.”

“She’s going to eat with the family tonight. She wanted to see Tommy before she’s off on a six-month assignment,” Jim explained.

“She will be welcome.”

Jody laughed. “Doubtful, but I appreciate the sentiment. I will see you soon.”

Jim watched her walk away. He put his hands on Spock’s arms. ”Sorry about that. She did surprise me.”

“It is not your fault. And I am actually glad I will be here for her visit.”

“I don’t think I need protecting from Jody.”

Spock gave him a reproachful look. “I do not think she will attack you, but I wish to be there with my family.”

Jim linked his arm with Spock’s. “And we want you there, too. How long are you here this time?”

“For the foreseeable future, Ashaya.”

And now with Spock beside him, Jim knew he was ready to face anything. Even his son’s mother.

****

Despite Jim’s statement that he didn’t need protecting from Jody, Spock knew his husband well. He didn’t miss the tightening in Jim’s shoulders or the pinched look near his eyes. These were definite signs of Jim’s stress as he was well familiar.

Later when they were alone and could put Thomas’ mother’s visit behind him, Spock would make it his priority to care for Jim.

Spock could not help but appreciate that when they arrived at their son’s school, Thomas ran straight to him. He readily accepted the child’s enthusiastic embrace.

“Father! I didn’t know you were home.” Thomas shot a brief accusatory glance at his dad.

“Only just home a short time ago,” Spock assured him. “I managed to surprise even your dad.”

As Thomas released Spock and turned to speak to his dad his gaze rested on the approach of Jody, his mother. The boy’s eyes widened slightly and he put a hand on Jim’s arm.

“It’s okay, buddy. She wanted to surprise you,” Jim told his son. He smiled. “It’s okay,” he repeated.

Thomas nodded and then turned to greet his mother. “Hi Mom.”

He hugged her with much less enthusiasm but he did smile and Spock wasn’t even sure she would notice the difference.

“Hi baby. I wanted to surprise you.”

“I am surprised.”

She laughed and ruffled his hair. “I’m leaving tomorrow for a new planet but I couldn’t go by here without stopping to see you. Your dad and Spock generously said I could have dinner with you guys tonight.”

“Great,” Thomas said.

“I brought gifts too,” she told her son, putting her arm around him. She glanced at Spock and Jim. “Ready?”

“Sure thing,” Jim agreed.

They lived in a two-story villa on the Space Station that overlooked the main city area. The living room and their bedroom had a spectacular view of the city lights and the man-made water feature. Yorktown had nothing on Space Station 12. Jim had his pick of which one he’d be in charge of and he had chosen 12. Spock had approved.

“I’ll order something to be delivered,” Jim said when they arrived. “Tommy, why don’t you show your mom your room?”

“Okay.”

And off they went.

Jim shook his head, went to the whiskey decanter, opened it, and poured himself a drink.

“Are you worried?” Spock asked.

“Worried? About what?”

“Her arrival.”

“No. I believe her when she says she’s leaving again tomorrow.” Jim took his drink to the floor to ceiling picture window. Spock followed him there. “I used to be concerned.”

“About wanting to take her son?”

Our son. He’s ours, Spock. Yours and mine. She shows up a few times in his life with a smile and gifts like it makes up for her wanting nothing to do with him.” Jim sighed.

“Like your mother did with you,” Spock surmised.

“I love my mom. She did the best she could,” Jim said softly.

“And you have a good relationship with her now. But when you were a child…”

Jim shook his head. “I know. But I don’t really think the situation with Jody is the same. And the truth is, I used to worry she’d come back to take Tommy but I don’t worry about that anymore. She doesn’t want him. She wants to live whatever life she has with no responsibilities to the boy she gave birth to. Tommy is ours and he wants to be with us. If I ever had to fight with her over it, you and I both know I’d win. But she won’t. It’s not what she wants.”

“I am sorry you sometimes have to manage all this without me here.”

Jim smiled, put his drink down, and walked into Spock’s embrace. Spock wrapped his arms around his husband.

“We knew what we were getting into when you took on the ambassadorship. And me this station. We always work it out because we want to. We love each other and there’s no one else for either of us. I don’t blame you when you aren’t here. But I do miss you.”

“And I miss you. I will be here with you, with our family for some time. What duties I currently have can be managed from here.”

“Fantastic.” Jim gave him a squeeze and then stepped out of his arms. “Guess I better order that food.”

“I will do it. You finish your drink.”

Jim blew out a breath. “Thanks. I love you, Spock.”

“And I always you. Eternally.”   

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