Flash Fic Wednesday

Flash Fic, March 06, 2024

“Geez, will you cut that out!”

Spock increased his pace as he made it around the corner and to the hospital bedside of Cadet Kirk

Standing over him with a large needle in his hand was Leonard McCoy.

“Don’t be such a baby!”

Kirk was pale, his blue eyes wide with fright. Across his face were abrasions, as though his face had been scraped across asphalt.

“What are you doing to Cadet Kirk?” Spock demanded.

Kirk’s gaze few to his, startled. But he seemed to instantly calm. “Professor Spock.”

McCoy snorted. “You two aren’t actually fooling anyone least of all me.”

“What-what do you mean?”

“All this Professor that and Cadet that. Do you honestly think you’re keeping your relationship a secret? Gimme a break. And you don’t even have to anyway.”

Kirk—Jim—glanced at Spock, bit his lip.

“How are you?” Spock asked, deciding for the moment to ignore the doctor. “What happened? How serious are your injuries?”

“They’re mostly cuts and bruises,” McCoy answered him. “The idiot decided to break up a fight and they both turned on him. I was about to give him a shot for the pain.”

Spock moved closer. “Perhaps it would have been wise not to interfere.”

Jim winced as the doctor injected the shot into his upper arm. “You think?”

“I assume he must stay overnight?”

“What? Wait, that’s not—”

McCoy glared at Jim. “Oh it’s necessary. And if you don’t keep quiet, I’ll recommend two nights.”

“Bones—”

“Wanna try for three?”

Jim closed his mouth.

“I’ll be back with something good for you to eat,” McCoy said, softening his tone.

When he’d left, Spock moved closer still and grasped Jim’s hand.

“The doctor is not wrong about our secret. I confirmed with the Board and there is nothing against our romantic relationship provided you are in none of my classes.”

Jim smiled. “That is good news.” Then he winced. “But man it hurts. I’m really sorry I won’t be able to make dinner with your mom.”

“She will understand it has to be rescheduled. What matters is your recovery.” He paused. “Who were the two who were fighting?”

“It was…” Jim narrowed his eyes. “Wait. Why do you want to know?”

“Mere curiosity.”

“Uh-huh. And you don’t intend to do something to them?”

Spock tried to look innocent. “Why would I?”

“Because they injured your beloved.” Jim waggled his eyebrows and grinned to indicate he was kidding.

“Yes, they did.” Spock was not.

“Spock—”

“I will stay with you tonight.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I do. But for the moment, I must do something. I will be back shortly.”

“Where are you going? Spock?

Spock would learn from McCoy who hurt Jim and then…speak to them. Logically of course.

March 6, 2024

Flash Fic, February 28, 2024

There are all kinds of love, so what I leave you with on what would normally be the last day of February is a Mother’s Love for her not so perfect sons.

Winona opened her eyes to see him standing there. Her youngest.

He was a beautiful sight, dressed casually in civilian clothes, eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled down at her.

“Jim!”

“Hey.” His voice was cheerful enough, as was his smile, but he couldn’t hide the worry in his blue eyes. “I’d give you a great big hug but…” His gaze went to all the tubes and machines hooked up to her.

Because yes, she was in the hospital. On Earth. And that meant he wasn’t supposed to be there.

He reached for her hand. “I’ll hold your hand instead.”

“What are you doing here? You aren’t supposed to be here.”

“And yet I am.”

“Jim.” She was fretting now and she knew it. She wouldn’t cause harm or problems for her son any more than she had in the past. “Your ship.”

“Can do without me. It’s all right, Mom.”

“But surely—”

“They can for a short time. And don’t call me Shirley.”

The old corny joke they used to share made her smile at the memory, as she knew Jim intended.

“I don’t want to be any trouble.”

“Mom, you had a heart attack. Of course I’m going to be here.” Jim squeezed her hand. “I didn’t go AWOL. It’s all approved and all fine.”

She bit her lip. “It is good to see you. Seems like it’s been a very long time.”

“A few years. How do you feel?”

“Oh. A little weak. Feeling pretty old, I guess. But better with you here,” she admitted.

“See? What’s the prognosis?”

“Good. Change my diet, get more exercise, blah blah.”

“Mom.”

“I know, I know. I’ll do what they say.”

“Please.”

“Okay. Uh. There’s something else I have to tell you.”

“Uh oh. Should I be sitting down?” Jim joked.

“Maybe? Sam’s here.”

“Sam who?”

“Jim. Your brother, George Samuel.”

Jim narrowed his eyes. “What the hell is he doing here?”

She sighed. “Same as you. His mother had a heart attack.”

“Fucker,” Jim muttered. “Where is he then?”

“He went to get something to eat. But-but he’ll probably be back any minute.”

“Damn,” Jim swore.

“Jim—”

And before she could get in another word, the door of her room opened and her oldest stepped inside holding a cup of steaming liquid in his hands.

“Mom, I got you some tea…” He stopped. Stared. “Jim?”

“George Samuel.”

“Pardon me, but you are blocking the door.”

And suddenly Jim smiled, his face lighting up like the sun.

“Spock! Just shove him out of the way.”

But to her relief, her oldest son merely moved into the room and allowed Spock, dressed as casually as Jim to enter.

“Spock, how wonderful to see you,” Winona greeted him. “Jim didn’t mention you came with him.”

Spock glanced briefly at Sam before moving past him to stand beside Jim and look down upon Winona in her bed.

“Indeed. Given that you are family, I felt I had no choice but to accompany him. You are doing better?”

Winona had to admit she felt a little warm inside at Spock mentioning they were family. Yes, they were, technically, since Spock was Jim’s husband, but there had been times that Winona thought Spock didn’t really care for her.

“I am, thanks to having my three boys here.” She beamed. “But if you’re both here, who’s minding the ship?’

“Commander Scott is perfectly capable,” Spock replied.

“Spock, have you met my older son, George Samuel?”

Spock stared across the bed to where her son stood, looking uncomfortable. Judging by the cold look in his dark eyes he had definitely gotten an earful from Jim.

“I have not.”

“Hello,” Sam said. “I, uh, I wasn’t able to make it to your ceremony. Sorry.”

“Understandable given your whereabouts at the time.”

“Yeah.” Sam flushed red. “Nice to meet you…finally.”

Spock inclined his head but did not return the pleasantry, which clearly mused Jim.

Winona cleared her throat. “You brought me tea?”

“Yes.” Sam brought it over to the bed. Handed it to her. “It really is good to see you, Jim.”

“It’s definitely a surprise,” Jim allowed.

Winona huffed but she let it slide.

“This is great. I love having you all here.”

Jim leaned down and kissed her brow. “I’m glad you’re going to be okay.”

February 28, 2024

Flash Fic, February 14, 2024

Happy Valentine’s Day

“This is nice.”

Jim looked around the outdoor restaurant Spock had brought him to for dinner. He’d thought it odd that they had outdoor restaurants on Vulcan but this was by far not the only one.

In deference to Jim, Spock had requested a table with shade, so it was fairly tolerable.

“Just nice?” Spock sounded dismayed by that assessment.

Jim picked up his giant glass of iced boba tea. “More than nice. When we say…nice…”

“It seems quite unenthusiastic.”

Jim laughed. “It can be. But it’s not what I meant in this case. I like it here. It’s serene. Quiet.”

“I had hoped you would find it romantic,” Spock admitted.

“I’m unused to a Vulcan considering romance. Isn’t that illogical?”

“Not entirely,” Spock said with a shrug. “My father spent some time wooing my Human mother.”

“Aren’t Vulcans bonded in childhood?”

“Preliminarily, yes. My father did have a prior wife before my mother. And they had a son together. The relationship ended went they both went against Vulcan modern teachings and the marriage ended between them. My father has been estranged from Sybok ever since.”

“And yet he romanced your mom?” He sipped his tea.

“Indeed. When in Rome I believe the Earth saying is. Anyway, he succeeded in obtaining her hand in marriage.”

“Aren’t you bonded? What about those others outside the café?”

“My bond was severed when my betrothed, T’Pring, requested it be so. She preferred another mate and I did not object given my own preferences.”

Jim nodded. “I see.”

“As for those other Vulcans they don’t seek any sort of permanent connection to you.”

He laughed again. “They just want to sleep with me?”

“Correct.”

“And you don’t?’

“It would be disingenuous of me to claim otherwise, but that is not all I am interested in. In fact, I would like you to meet my parents.”

Jim choked on the sip of tea he’d just taken. “Uh. Yeah, no. No offense or anything, Spock, but I don’t meet the parents on first dates. Or right after.”

Spock nodded. “I understand your hesitation. When would be an acceptable time?”

“I don’t know, but I’ll let you know.”

Spock leaned down and retrieved something out of a bag, which turned out to be a heart-shaped candy box. He handed it to Jim.

“A Valentine’s Day gift?”

“Rumor has it you have a great fondness for chocolate covered almonds.” He paused. “These are vegan, of course.”

Jim’s lips twitched. “Of course. Thank you, Spock. I don’t have anything to give to you.”

“I am pleased you accepted my invitation to dinner. That is all the gift I require.”

Jim shook his head and smiled. “Well, okay then. Let’s see where this goes, shall we?”

“I would like that.”

“Me too.”

February 14, 2024

Flash Fic, February 07,2024

A bit of a sequel to Monday’s flash

“How was shopping?

Spock accepted Jim’s welcoming kiss somewhat greedily. He would never tire of Jim’s kisses and he acknowledged that made him a sap.

“It was quite challenging until I thought, what would Jim do?’

Jim laughed. They were in the kitchen where Jim was preparing dinner. He handed a cup of steaming hot tea to Spock.

“A logical thought.”

Spock arched a brow. “Hardly. But as it happens I know you well enough to tell Amanda that we would just buy both of her purchases.”

“Bet that made her happy.”

“Indeed. For five minutes anyway.”

“Dad, Mandy’s cheating!”

“I am not. I just play better.”

“Dad!”

Jim sighed and laughed. “Seran, just…deal.”

There was a long-suffering sigh but the children quieted down.

“Did you acquire a Valentine’s Day gift for me?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Amanda told me you had and asked what I was getting you.”

“Don’t worry about it. I know gift giving isn’t your thing.”

“That is hardly the point,” Spock replied. “I am terrible at choosing presents, as you have repeatedly told me, but the effort must be made if you indulged me.”

Jim kissed him. “Just give me a rose. Or candy. Or something easy.”

“What did you get me?”

“Nothing extravagant. A special tea.”

Spock nodded. That wasn’t so bad.

“A teapot to go along with it.”

“Jim.”

“Maybe some matching cups. No big deal.” Jim smiled.

“I will never be able to compete with you, will I?” Spock asked dryly.

“Nope. So don’t even try. A small box of chocolate almonds will do the trick and make me your slave for life.”

Spock arched a brow. “For only a small box?”

“Mm. For a few hours then.”

“Father!”

“Oh dear.” Jim chuckled. “Now he’s going for the big guns.”

“I had better break up the melee.”

Jim gave him a lingering kiss. “Dinner in fifteen minutes.”

And so Spock went to deal with the children.

Life was amazing.

February 7, 2024

Flash Fic, December 13, 2023

Pretty Paper

Jim knew Spock didn’t really celebrate anything, even though he was Jewish on his mother’s side. In fact, Spock had told him that even his mother had not observed Jewish holidays given that she’d given up any Earth considerations to marry Sarek.

Jim thought that was crap, but he supposed that was between Spock’s parents.

Spock had advised Jim on more than one occasion that he did not believe in any sort of deity and saw no evidence to suggest one existed. Given Spock’s very logical way of thinking, he wasn’t surprised by this.

Still since the ship was observing the holiday season, Jim didn’t feel like his boyfriend should be left out of the festivities.

He’d asked Uhura what they had done during holidays together and she had advised she respected Spock’s decision not to observe anything and so they did nothing.

Jim definitely sensed her censure in there, but he had decided to ignore her. It was surprisingly easy to ignore Uhura, really.

So he’d carefully wrapped 8 little presents in pretty silver paper with blue ribbons and on each day of Hanukkah, left one in Spock’s quarters on his bed.

Just small things. The first night a menorah and candles, then envelopes of loose tea Spock liked, incense for his meditation, a small book of poetry he thought Spock might like, that kind of thing.

Each night Spock thanked him and kissed him, always mentioning to Jim that it was all unnecessary.

Finally Jim said, “Spock, I just want to make you happy.” And when Spock opened his mouth, Jim forestalled whatever crap he was going to say. “Yeah, yeah you don’t feel happiness.”

“Actually, I do with you,” Spock replied. “It is not gifts that add to my satisfaction but rather sharing experiences with you.”

Jim started to feel warm and fuzzy and almost gave in but then he shook his head. “No dice, Mister. Part of the experience with me is getting celebratory gifts.”

Spock’s lips twitched with amusement. “Very well. But then be prepared to accept reciprocation for Christmas.”

Jim grinned. “Sure thing.”

“And if my last Hanukkah gift is you naked with a blue and silver bow wrapped around you, I will not complain.”

He laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

But the last gift was actually a round piece of polished silver with the image of Amanda Grayson superimposed over it and attached to a thick rope chain.

“So you can wear her close to you at all times,” Jim told hm.

“It is a most thoughtful gift, Jim.” Spock put the chain over his head and tucked it under his unform shirts.

It was nice to think of him giving something to Spock on a chain to wear just as he knew Spock had given Uhura a necklace she still wore. Perhaps symbolic that it was Jim now in a relationship with Spock. He was sure there was psychology in there somewhere.

“Now, light the last candle.”

Spock took Jim’s hand and together they lit the eighth candle with the shamash and then returned that ninth one to the menorah.

“Thank you, Jim, for reminding me of my mother, even though in truth we never did any of this.”

“Mm. Thanks to your dad.”

“Correct but had she wished to continue it, I do not believe he would have objected. In the end I think it was a decision she made herself to fit in more on Vulcan.”

“Well, you never have to try to repress yourself to ‘fit in’ with me, Spock.”

Spock tilted his head and drew Jim away from the menorah. “And the same with you, Jim. Here, together, we can always be who we are.”

“Right you are. And now…about wrapping me up in a ribbon—”

December 13, 2023

Flash Fic, December 06, 2023

“Want to go out for dinner?’

Spock shook his head. “I am not hungry.”

Nyota sighed. “How about that tea place you like? They’re having a holiday special.”

“I appreciate the effort, Nyota.” He sighed. “But that will remind me of the candy cane tea Jim likes.”

“Spock, you’re being illogical.”

“Yes. But even though I tell myself that I cannot seem to stop from feeling…sorry for myself. It is not only two days before Christmas and the middle of Chanukah, but we got married on Christmas Eve. Our anniversary is tomorrow.”

He knew that Jim wanted to be there. The snowstorm in Chicago prevented his return home. It wasn’t expected to let up until the day after Christmas. And Jim had been there in Chicago on Starfleet business.

“Come to the party with me. Everyone would be thrilled to see you.”

“Nyota—”

“I don’t want you to be alone. You’re far too sad.”

Spock replied, “Spending time pretending I do not miss Jim is not my idea of a great way to pass the time. My presence would only bring down your enjoyment.”

“No it wouldn’t!”

“Please, Nyota, I will be fine.”

She still continued to look reluctant but after a few more assurances, Spock finally got her to leave.

Spock made himself tea, put on some of Jim’s favorite holiday songs, and sat on the sofa, hoping that at least he’d hear from Jim. He hadn’t heard from his husband since the morning before.

He hadn’t even realized he had dozed off until he jerked awake at a fluttery touch on his cheek.

“Easy, shh. It’s me.”

“Jim!”

Jim laughed when Spock threw himself into Jim’s arms and he squeezed him tight.

“The storm—”

“You didn’t really think a storm would stop me, did you?” Jim kissed him deeply. “Miss Christmas, Chanukah, and our anniversary? Not a chance.”

“You didn’t take chances did you?”

“My middle name is Taking Chances.”

Spock frowned. “Your middle name is Tiberius.”

“Mm. Merry Christmas, Darling.”

December 6, 2023

Flash Fic, November 29, 2023

“We could, you know, huddle for warmth.”

Jim made the suggestion not really even looking at his first officer. It was probably—okay it was—totally inappropriate. After all he was Spock’s superior, by rank anyway.

But the systems that regulated the ship’s temperature was offline and Scotty hadn’t been able to estimate when it would be fixed. In the meantime, it felt like a blast freezer in most everyone’s quarters, on this deck, anyway.

“Which is, you know, totally up to you,” Jim said, quickly. “No pressure. And it doesn’t mean anything except wanting to stay warm.” He paused to rub the back of his neck, self-consciously. “Unless you want it too.”

“Captain—”

“And if you don’t, that’s awesome too. Again, no pressure. None. Just two buddies huddling for warmth.” He attempted a grin, but it faltered, and he felt his face turn warm. He was pretty sure if he saw his face in a mirror just then it would be an alarming shade of beet red.

“Using one bed in your quarters to maintain optimal warmth seems logical,” Spock said, stoically.

Jim swallowed. “Okay then. Great.”

And so they did. Spooned together in Jim’s bed, clinging together for warmth, and Jim ignoring his unavoidable erection considering who occupied his bed.

In the morning, after Spock had left his quarters to shower, Jim contacted Scotty.

“Hey, Scotty, how much longer before we get some regulated temps? It’s fucking freezing in here.”

“Captain?”

Jim frowned at the confusion in Scotty’s voice. “You know the temperature thing.”

“Aye, Captain. But it got fixed last night.”

“Oh.” Jim tried not to be disappointed by that. But then why did it still seem so cold? “When were you going to tell me?”

“I knew you were playing chess with the commander last night, so I let him know.”

“Wait. You told Spock?”

“Aye, sir. The system was operational at 2100 hours.”

“Kirk out.”

That was before Jim had even suggested sleeping together.

He went to the temperature control in his quarters. Sure enough it was set to a very cold setting.

“Computer.”

“Working.”

“Who set the temperature in this room?”

“Commander Spock.”

Jim laughed. Okay then.

“Computer, raise temperature thirty degrees.”

Jim glanced toward the bathroom between his quarters and Spock’s. He could still hear the shower running.

He almost went in to join Spock, but then though that might be the wrong thing to do, at least for now. But at least now he knew Spock shared his interest. And that was enough.

November 29, 2023

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