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Extra September Flash (Here’s the Pinto part of the blog)

Couldn’t quite get this scene out of my head so I figured I’d just pin it on here. For those who might enjoy!

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“Hang on, I want to get a pumpkin latte.”

Chris stopped in his tracks and stared at Zach, dumbfounded.

“A what?”

Zach smirked. “A pumpkin latte.” He somehow managed to point at the Starbucks beside them with his shoulder. Chris didn’t know how he shrugged so well, it was a talent.

“There?”

“Yes, Christopher, that’s where they sell them.”

He made a face. “I don’t go in there.”

“I know, you like your little coffee place two blocks from your house. And espresso.”

“Well these big chains are horrible.”

“You go to a grocery store chain for food right?”

Chris shrugged himself. “Only if I absolutely have to. I prefer the little local markets.”

“You’re such a…beatnik.”

He laughed. “Where’d you get that old word from? Hey the sixties called. They want their word back.”

Zach snorted. “Maybe even the fifties. I don’t know. Ma used to use it. Do you mind? I want my coffee!” He made to move to the door, but Chris stubbornly stayed where he was. “Are you planning to wait out here?”

“Why not?”

“Because the paparazzi will eventually notice you trying to look nonchalant while pretending you aren’t and pretty soon you’ll do that dorky ass thing you do where you take a picture of them back with your fingers or hands or whatever.”

“What am I doing with my hand now, Zachary?” Chris asked, flipping him the bird.

Zach just laughed. “Come on. I’ll buy you one.”

“A latte?”

“Whatever you want. They have espresso.”

“Fine. Just this one time.”

“Of course,” Zach murmured, his face Spock blank, as he led the way into the place.

Christmas in July, Flash Fic July 14, 2022

An extra!

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A hundred years ago I wrote a hurt/comfort story called By His Side. It had everything. Jim severely injured, Gary plotting, a devoted Spock, Spock got poisoned, Jim beat Gary, and in the end they lived quite happily ever after.

I wrote By His Side in 2015.

I thought it might be fun to check in with these two.

Merry Christmas.

“I never thought I’d ever be able to have this.”

Spock gazed upon the tiny infant in the bassinet between them on their bed. Then he glanced at his husband and mate.

“It took a bit of planning but he is beautiful.”

“Best Christmas present ever,” Jim declared.

Spock blinked. “Jim, perhaps the heat is getting to you, my adorable one, but it is July not the month of December.”

Jim laughed. “I know, sugar. But way back in December we started planning for him.” He paused. “Actually the previous Christmas. Don’t you remember? I put baby booties in your stocking to see how you’d react.”

“It was most puzzling.”

“Then we talked and talked and this past Christmas we started the adoption process. It just took this long for us to finally have him.” Jim reached down to pick up their son.

“Jim, he will never rest if you constantly pick him up to hold him.”

“He can fall asleep in my arms.”

“Mm.”

“Does he look like you or me?”

“Since neither of us share DNA with him, he looks like his biological parents.”

Jim sighed and nodded. “I’m sorry they had to die on that ship explosion for us to get him.”

Spock touched Jim’s hand. “I know you think about the loss of your own father in such circumstances.”

“Yeah. Anyway, can we call him George Sarek?”

“Or perhaps Sarek George,” Sarek said from the doorway of their bedroom.

“Father, I thought you were not arriving for another few hours.”

“I took an early shuttle to see my grandson.” Sarek smoothly stole the child out of Jim’s arms.

Jim didn’t mind.

Jim put his arm around Spock and leaned in to kiss him. “So, you know, Merry Christmas in July. For our best present ever.”

“Indeed.”

“And thank you. For being here, with me.” Jim paused. “By my side.”

Spock’s eyes sparkled. “Always.”

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May 26, 2022 Flash Fic

Spock felt Jim’s distress pouring off of him. It lead to Spock feeling distressed in reaction. Thus, definitely the problem with having your T’hy’la bond with a Human.

He could shield and that would make Jim’s emotional state less of a burden to him, but Spock didn’t really wish to do that. Not at this point.

But as Spock watched Jim anxiously standing by his father’s bed as Leonard McCoy treated him, Spock knew what he would have to do. The sacrifice he would have to make.

It would tear him apart, but for Jim, yes.

Spock put his hand on Jim’s back to get his attention, then turned him to face him, stepping away from where McCoy worked for just a moment.

“Jim, we need to talk.”

Jim licked his lips and then glanced back at his father. “Okay.” He nodded.

“When your father has been cured, you need to return to your time with him.”

Jim did not respond but was looking at Spock.

Here was the hard part.

“And I must stay here.”

“What?” Jim whispered.

“Your family is very important to you, Jim. You love them and they love you. You have a rare, very close relationship. Your life is full and rich and everything you want it to be.”

“Except without you.”

“I cannot come with you,” Spock made himself say. “I want to be with you, I love you, and that will never change.” Spock shook his head. “It amazes me that in the little amount of time I have known you, you have come to mean so much. But I do not belong there, in your time.”

“Spock—”

“Always having to hide myself, worrying about exposure as to who and what I am. Your world is not yet ready for me. And I cannot ask you to leave your family behind to stay here with me. This is not your life; your life is there.”

“I-I could do it,” Jim insisted.

“You shouldn’t have to.”

Jim’s eyes were filling with tears, which was making it even more difficult for Spock.

“But your T’hy’la bond, don’t you need it?”

“It’s mere existence is a comfort to me. Before you leave, I will shield both of our minds to lessen any trauma or distress brought on by separation. It will be easy for you and quite manageable for me.”

“You think this is going to be easy for me?” Jim asked, choking up. “Nothing about any of this is easy. Telling me we’ll never see each other again, but hey, it’s okay, Jim because I can shield myself from you? That may work for your brain, Spock, but it sure as hell won’t work for my heart!”

“Jim—” Spock let out a shaky breath. “You know yourself that you do not want to simply disappear from your family without knowing what happened to you. You’ve said as much and I know how you feel.”

Jim closed his eyes and a tear squeezed out of his eye onto his cheek. “I get it. I understand what you’re telling me. But I want you to know, this is anything but easy.”

“I am sorry.”

Jim shook his head. “Me too.”

“Jim, only a few more minutes,” McCoy said from by the bed.

Jim embraced Spock then, holding him close, and letting the tears fall. “I don’t want this.”

“I know, T’hy’la. I do not either.”

Spock put his hand on Jim’s face.

“Will shielding hurt? I mean…physically.”

“Negative.” And yes, it will be excruciating, Spock thought.   

Jim leaned his head on Spock’s shoulder.

Spock probed Jim’s mind and placed a shield there so being apart would do not damage to Jim’s mind. He did the same for his own, though he knew it would not be enough to dull the pain and torment of not being with his T’hy’la.

And some day, if he entered Pon Farr…but no, he would not think of that. It did not matter. Only ensuring Jim would have what he needed was important.

It was the best he could do under the circumstances, but already he felt the loss of the comfort of Jim’s mind with his. He could no longer feel Jim’s deeper emotions, only surface ones where he touched.

“Jim,” McCoy called.

Jim pulled back and kissed Spock.

Amazingly, Spock let him go and walk away. He was uncertain how he managed it.

Jim went to his father’s bedside.

“He’s fine now. He’ll recover,” McCoy assured Jim. “Heart’s good as new. You may have to explain that miracle—”

“Okay.”

“If you’re going with him,” Leonard said, with a glance at Spock, who nodded, “sit on the bed and hold onto him. That way you should both transport.”

Jim did as Leonard said, but he didn’t look at Spock. For that Spock was grateful, for he might beg Jim to stay after all.

“Okay, Sybok, they’re ready,” Leonard said into the comm.

George Kirk opened his eyes and looked around. “Jim? Who are—”

Then they were gone. Both of them.

Flash Fic, May 19, 2022

Spock felt a rush…of yes emotions. From Jim and from himself.

From Jim confusion, sorrow, and even terror.

From himself relief, joy, anxiety, and sadness.

And it was all a jumble.

They were on Vulcan in his father’s house. Besides Sarek, in front of Jim and him there was Spock’s brother, Sybok, and his mother Amanda as well as the Human doctor, Leonard McCoy.

“Jim,” Spock spoke softly in his ear. “You are safe. This my home. This is Vulcan.”

Jim turned in Spock’s arms and looked at him, and then stepped away. “Uh. Okay.”

“Spock, dear, who is this?” Mother asked, coming forward at once.

“This is Jim Kirk, my T’hy’la.”

Sybok choked. “Your what now?”

Sarek arched a brow. “Highly unlikely. And unfortunate that we inadvertently brought him with you. Doctor, will you examine my son?”

McCoy came forward toward Spock, tricorder in hand.

Jim backed away, bumping into Spock.’

“Don’t worry, kid,” McCoy said. “I’m a doctor, not a sadist.”

Spock held out his hands towards the doctor. “Please. Give us a moment to explain. In the months I was on long ago Earth, I met Jim, who was my neighbor in San Francisco.”

“What became of Sutok?” Sarek interrupted.

“He perished in the crash and was buried with remnants of the ship.”

“We will need to retrieve—”

“I was speaking, Father. May I continue?”

Spock watched his father bristle, but it could not be helped.

While he spoke Doctor McCoy continued to scan him with the tricorder. Spock was aware of Jim watching him curiously.

“After our initial acquaintance, Jim and I become close, intimate even, and during that intimacy I discovered his connection to me as my T’hy’la.”

Sybok fingered his bearded chin. “That sort of bond hasn’t been in existence for some time in history. Are you quite certain of your findings?”

“There is no mistake.”

“You will both need to be examined by the Vulcan Priestess to ensure your facts,” Sarek said. “If it is the case, then naturally this Human should remain. But if you are mistaken, we must return him to his Earth’s time.”

“Now let’s not be rash—”

And as the others began to argue amongst themselves, Spock noticed Jim had crept closer to the doctor.

“Your medicine is very advanced, isn’t it?”

“Yes, compared to where you’re from, I would say so.”

Jim nodded. “Doctor?”

“McCoy. Leonard McCoy.”

“Do they still have triple bypass surgery now?”

McCoy snorted. “We don’t live in the dark ages son. Nothing like that is needed in these days.”

Jim worried his lip with his teeth. “Can you fix my dad?”

“Your dad?”

“Please. He’s in the hospital where I came from. He’s dying and I bet you could save him. If you could go there or bring him here or whatever it takes.”

The room got quiet, and Spock was aware of them now all staring at Jim.

“Please,” Jim asked. McCoy shifted awkwardly and then shrugged. “Well. I could, I guess.”

Flash Fic, May 12, 2022

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Jim laughed and Spock had to admit that he didn’t understand that reaction at all.

He  opened his mouth to ask, but stopped when Jim suddenly buried his face in his hands and let out a rather long and loud exhale.

“Jim? Are you…well?”

“No. I mean, who would be?” Jim laughed again, but then lowered his hands from his face. His eyes looked a little wet. “This is nuts. I finally meet a guy I really like and he’s an outer space alien capable of mind control.”

Spock stiffened. “It does not work like that.”

“Maybe not. But how do I really know? Humans…or Earthlings, from now anyway, we don’t just have mind connections, bonds of that sort, with anyone else.”

“I am aware.”

Jim nodded. “And yet you look offended.”

“I am offended,” Spock agreed. “I would never attempt to control your mind or any other part of you, Jim. In your interactions with me thus far have I given you any reason to believe in any way I would seek to harm you or master you?”

“No,” Jim said, softly. “But put yourself in my shoes, Spock. If I came to where you lived and said I was from the future and we were fated mates, how would you react to that?”

“I do not know.”

“It’s just…this is a lot to process all at once.” Jim stood. “Anyway, we should probably get our stuff together and check out. We have a bit of a drive ahead of us.”

“Very well.” Spock stood too, intending to fetch his overnight bag.

Jim put his hand on Spock’s chest. “I will process it, though. I don’t know where this leaves us.”

Spock nodded. “I only know that with our being T’hy’la, it is going to be very difficult for me to be parted from you.”

“It will anyway. And I wish I could say we’ll figure this out, but I don’t know that we can or even how we would begin to. You can’t stay here. I mean, unless we can’t send you back, and God, I hope, we can.”

Spock said nothing to that.

“You must know how impossible it is for you to stay here, Spock. With that green blood—

“My heart is also in my side,” Spock explained.

Jim’s eyes widened. “Damn.

“Yes, another complication.”

“Anyway, let’s get on the road.” Jim leaned in and kissed Spock, and it was somehow even more thrilling, more poignant than even before.

Flash Fic, May 05, 2022

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Spock opened the door to his apartment the next morning, Saturday, to Jim holding a silver tray packed full of delicious smelling pastries.

“Good morning. Can I come in? This thing is super heavy.”

Spock took the tray from Jim and stepped aside to let the Human in. He then carried the tray into the kitchen and set it down.

“What are these?”

“Cherry Danish. My favorite is cheese, but I didn’t have the cream cheese. They aren’t vegan but they are vegetarian.”

Spock had already scooped one up. “Did you actually make these, Jim?”

“I did. Long ago, before I became a physicist and then a teacher, I did a whole bunch of crap trying to ‘discover’ myself.” Jim did little air quotes with his fingers when he said this. “One of those was a brief time spent in culinary school. My absolute favorite things to make were desserts.”

Spock took a bite of the still warm cherry pastry. “This is…”

“Incredible.” Jim grinned. “I know.”

“It truly is,” Spock agreed. “I believe you could make me these every day and I would be beyond pleased.”

Jim laughed. “So make yourself some tea and I’ll make coffee.”

He moved off to the coffeemaker Spock had bought for him.

As he did so Spock contemplated Jim. He was incredibly gorgeous and just about the kindest, most interesting man of any species he had ever met. Should Spock be stuck here on Earth in this timeline there would be worse things than staying with Jim. But he just didn’t know.

Besides working himself to find a way back home, Spock assumed perhaps his father and other Vulcans might be engaged in the same thing. They would likely have better success than he would. And if that happened, it could be at any time and might afford him little time to say goodbye to Jim, if any.

But there were so many things he could get used to with Jim.

“I was thinking.”

“Yes?” Spock prompted, moving to the electric tea kettle sitting beside the stove.  

Jim shrugged. “Next weekend.”

“Yes?”

“Maybe we should, uh, I don’t know. Head to Bodega Bay for the weekend. Well, we could leave Saturday morning, you know, so we don’t have Friday’s going home traffic. Get a room with an ocean view.” Jim smiled over his shoulder at Spock. “Totally casual, of course.”

Spock blinked. Flipped the switch on the tea kettle.

“Bad idea?” Jim asked.

Perhaps.

“I agree that it would be nice to go to Bodega Bay next weekend.

Jim gave him a sunny smile. “Sweet. I’ll get us a room.”

Spock nodded. He would merely have to be careful not to appear to “alien” to Jim. He could do this.

Flash Fic, April 28, 2022

For a moment, Jim didn’t know what to say. He was trying not to feel crushing disappointment and failing.

A huge part of him should have known because the truth was nothing ever worked out for him, not really. And he hated feeling self-pity, but he was struggling with it just then.

The Kirk family rolled with the punches. They let stuff just slide and learned to move on. This was what Jim had been taught all his life.

He forced a smile and nodded. “Okay. So, we aren’t talking about tomorrow or anything, are we?”

“No.” Spock shook his head quickly. “No. Definitely not that quickly.” He hesitated. “I am not yet sure of my end date here. At present it is…up in the air.”

“But you are leaving.”

“Correct. I will be returning to where I came from.”

Jim wished he had something stronger than coffee. Like a double scotch or something. A glass of wine. But nope.

Be a big boy, Jimmy you can do this.

“Until then, we can continue to see each other then, right?”

Spock blinked long and slow kind of like a cat Jim once had. Jim had surprised him, he could see that. And for a moment Jim thought Spock was going to say no.

“Yes. That is my hope. I do…I am sorry for not informing you of this prior to the commencement of something between us.”

“Sex,” Jim supplied.

“Yes, before the commencement of sex between us.”

Jim smiled a little then, mostly because Spock’s face looked so pinched a that moment it looked painful. Someone had to ease the tension here.

“The situation is far from ideal,” Jim admitted. “I was hoping for…well whatever. What I have is this. However long it lasts. As long as that’s what you want too, Spock. I can’t speak for both of us.”

“I want this,” Spock said simply, not elaborating beyond that, yet Jim was tempted to read something deeper there.

His smile widened. “Good.”

After dinner and clean up, Jim made the decision to return to his own apartment for the night, even though there was the barest hint of staying from Spock.

Jim wasn’t ready for that, not after the shock he’d just received. And maybe if this was temporary, he shouldn’t get to that point anyway.

“I get up early,” Jim said, standing by the door of Spock’s apartment. “All my stuff is there, next door. It’s just you know, easier to go to my bed for the night.”

Spock nodded. “Quite understandable.”

Jim leaned in to kiss him, which Spock returned the kiss with such enthusiasm, Jim almost dragged him back to the bedroom. He resisted though.

“Goodnight, Spock.”

“Goodnight, Jim.”

Jim opened the door and went out into the hallway.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” Spock asked.

Jim grinned. “Try and stop me.”

Flash Fic, April 21 2022

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Fortunately, Jim only had one more class to teach after lunch since Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays were usually his lighter days. He had courses to teach all the way until seven on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

But he had to admit to feeling a little depressed and out of sorts and certainly not in the mood to try to find for that night’s dinner. And he needed groceries besides.

He stopped at the big grocery store down the street from his apartment building and got what he needed. Next store was a submarine sandwich shop so he picked up their spicy Italian after the grocery store.

Once in the hallway of the floor of his apartment building, Jim did stop off briefly outside Spock’s door and maybe did a little bit of listening. He couldn’t hear a peep, but Jim also knew that didn’t mean Spock wasn’t home. He didn’t tend to make a lot of noise.

He put his groceries away and even put the sandwich in the fridge for closer to dinner time.

Jim spent some time looking on his computer for birth defects that would cause Spock to have pointed ears and discovered one called Stahl’s Ear. His research it really didn’t hurt and most children had it fixed for cosmetic reasons when they were young. Apparently neither Spock’s parents nor Spock himself opted to have it surgically fixed.

Feeling he had now managed to educate himself somewhat, Jim got out of the search program, and went to take his shower. He often showered when he returned from work.

He was just getting out of the shower, rubbing is hair dry when there was a knock on his door.

With a shrug, Jim pulled on a loose fitting robe and went to the door, figuring it was probably just a delivery leaving a package.

But it wasn’t a package. Jim’s breath caught.

“Oh. Hey.”

Spock stood there in the hallway in front of his door wearing his knit cap over his ears and a sort of gray speckled pullover sweater.

“Hello Jim.”

Jim felt pretty naked even though he wore a robe and that was likely because Spock’s dark eyes were unmistakably raking him over. His tongue came out, traced his lips.

“Dinner will be served at seven. You may come over a few minutes earlier should you wish to.”

For a moment, Jim simply stared like a gaping fish, he guessed. And he suddenly realized, somewhere in his brain where he could still think, that if he went, “What? Are we still doing that?”, it would be the absolute worst thing he could do.

Play it cool, Jim.

He smiled. “Okay. I’ll be there.” When once more Spock’s gaze seemed to stray over Jim, he cleared his throat. “Uh, with clothes on.”

Spock’s gaze rose to his face and he seemed startled by Jim’s words. He nodded.

“Yes, I will see you.”

Spock turned and headed back to his own place.

Jim smiled and closed his own door. Things were looking up!

Flash Fic, April 14, 2022

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Spock found himself thinking of Jim the entire weekend.

It was not ideal.

Jim was gorgeous, Spock could not deny. And there was something primitive in Spock that made him want to claim the Human. He fought it though.

Spock was going home. Or he intended to, anyway. Entanglements of the sort Jim represented were not something he should even consider. But he was being drawn to Jim like a moth to a flame.

He had been on a routine cargo flight. Bringing a shipment of supplies to the other side of Vulcan when his ship had begun to malfunction. He’d thought he was going to crash on the surface of Vulcan, but suddenly Spock and his co-pilot had lost consciousness.

When Spock awoke, his co-pilot had informed him of some kind of time warp they’d passed through, he could not explain it, and then suddenly they were in the air space of some planet Spock later learned was called Earth and their ship had been shot down by fighter jets.

The co-pilot had been killed on impact, but Spock survived, and was forced to hide all evidence of the crash when it became clear he was in a time and on a planet that definitely did not accept him.

And now, here he was. Trying to find a way back to his own time and Vulcan.

Ever since Jim had left to see his family though, Spock could not stop thinking of him. He did not exactly regret not going. It had been for the best, but Spock found himself on Sunday night listening for Jim to arrive home.

Worse still when he did hear Jim, Spock opened his apartment door and stepped into the hallway.  It occurred to him belatedly that he might have startled Jim. Too late.

But Jim, who was at his door sticking his key in the lock, greeted him with a warm smile.

“Hey Spock!”

“Good evening, Jim. I was coming to see how your weekend with your family was.”

“It was good. I’m bone-tired though. And hungry. I should have picked something up on the way home.”

Spock heard someone who sounded just like him say, “I have a Belgian waffle maker.”

He did. He’d purchased it at a Goodwill store.

And Spock realized that not only did he not wish to be alone at that moment, he wished specifically to be with Jim.

Jim’s smile widened. “Do you? Do you happen to have mad waffle making skills?”

Spock’s lips twitched. “They are acceptable.”

Jim nodded. ”Good enough. Let me just put this stuff down in my apartment and I’ll be right over.”

“Excellent.”

Spock went back into his apartment to dig out that waffle maker. His heart thumped wildly in his side and he had to remind himself, it was just a few waffles among friends. A friend. Yes, Spock hadn’t had one in…well, perhaps, never.   

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