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Flash Fic, 04/24/2020

A Conversation

“Are you angry?”

“No. Not anymore. You?”

“My ire has significantly decreased.”

“Now see how can I stay mad when your Vulcan snootiness is such a turn on.”

“Jim.”

“Well. I can hardly be blamed. You’re the hottest thing on two legs. Not that I’ve had anything on four legs.”

“Jim…”

“Lately. Totally kidding. Oh now I’m getting your best snooty look. You did that on purpose to make me hotter.”

“If your temperature is elevated—”

“Oh it’s elevated buddy. And so is something else.”

“We had better go to the mess room.”

“Huh? For what?”

“Crackers to go with your cheese.”

“Oh. My. God. You just made a joke. Come here and kiss me.”

“You are impossible.”

“Impossible not to love.  Come on. Admit it.”

“I refuse to respond.”

“Afraid of incriminating yourself, huh?”

“Indeed. You spoke of kissing.”

“To make up. From our fight. And we can go beyond kissing too. If we want.”

“We do.”
  

Flash Fic, 04/17/2020

Leonard had lost track of Jim in all the preparations and ceremonial crap and when he found him, he almost wished he hadn’t. Jim looked a wreck. So much so that Leonard was worried about him, seriously worried, not his ordinary worry.

Jim leaned against glass, his gaze rather vacant, his color a cross between too pale and too blotchy. If Leonard could measure stress levels, Jim’s would be off the charts.

“There you are,” he said in the gentle tone he used when talking to particularly infirm patients. Jim was not that and yet, it seemed appropriate.

Jim gave him the old Academy try with a ghost of a smile, but it was almost sickeningly ghastly. “Here I am.”

“You okay?”

“Have you ever faced the complete death of all your dreams and fantasies, Bones?”

He hesitated. “I’m not really sure.”

“If you had, you’d know.”

Leonard moved closer. “Is that what you have done?”

Jim didn’t respond, just gave him a rather vacant stare.

Leonard glanced in the direction he’d come from. “They’re…getting ready to start. They’re expecting you.”

Jim nodded. “I know. And I’m making myself move. I am. It’s just…when there was hope there was…now it’s nothing.”

“Jim…”

Jim straightened suddenly, quickly. His color was still way too weird and his smile almost just as ghastly, but he would have been convincing to anyone who didn’t know him as well as Leonard did. He looked pretty good in his dress uniform, even with his off appearance. 

“Bones, I’m going to ask you for a really strange favor.”

“Anything.”

“Help me walk out there. I don’t think I can make it without assistance.”

Leonard linked his arm with Jim’s as though it was the most natural thing in the world and they walked out together, standing with the others as they observed Spock and Uhura standing in front of a high priestess. Leonard saw Spock glance quite briefly in Jim’s direction, but Jim didn’t look his way, not at all, just looked straight ahead.

Later, when it was all over, Jim looked at Leonard. “Well. That’s over. Where’s Scotty? I need the biggest damn drink I think I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah,” Leonard agreed. “Me too.”

And they found Scotty and with him was Keenser and Jaylah. Leonard was only a little surprised when Jaylah came to Jim and hugged him with a softly whispered, “James T.”

Jim squeezed her back and then with smile firmly in place, declared, “Let’s go party.”

They had just turned the corner when Jim bumped into a blonde woman coming the other way. For a moment they both pivoted and then stood upright.

“Carol,” Jim exclaimed.

“Jim!” She glanced at the others, smiling brightly. “Hello everyone.”

“This is a great surprise,” Jim said. “We haven’t seen you since you

“Stupidly left the Enterprise just after the first year of the five-year mission.” She laughed. “Yes, I know.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I’ve got a science symposium here. And you’re here…” Her brows furrowed in confusion, then cleared. “Oh. Yes. Of course. The bonding. Sorry I missed it.”

“It was very nice,” Jim said, convincingly. “We’re going for a celebratory drink. Care to join us? You know Bones, Scotty, and Keenser. And this is Jaylah.”

Carol smiled. “How do you do. And I’d love to join you.” Her smile got brighter still as she hooked her arm through Jim’s and Jim’s smile brightened too.

Leonard wasn’t sure that was a good idea, but considering everything, he couldn’t really fault Jim for going there. Not at all. So he fell into step with the others and lent his support. As always.

Flash Fic, 04/10/2020

Decided to go with something a little different. This will likely be a letter Jim will write to his mother in part of a future chapter of Our So-Called Life. So this is a flashy snippet, if you will.

Dear Mama

I hope this correspondence finds you well.

I apologize for the tardiness of my reply. And for the rather formal tone of this message. I find that I am experiencing, perhaps, unwilling influence by the company I have been keeping of late.

In all seriousness and fairness, I am getting along well with Spock and his family here on Vulcan. All Vulcans have treated me fairly and kindly although impersonally in my interactions with them. I believe they find me…fascinating…in their own way. A bit of a curiosity.

It’s hot here. I mean really hot. But I am okay as long as I have my breathing shots and stuff like that. And my personal bedroom is kept cool to my liking. The food is rather bland for the most part, though Spock’s mother has made an occasional Earth treat for the two of us.

As for the school here, I am adapting well, and can keep up with my classmates admirably. That’s a direct quote from a certain someone. My days are filled with study and learning Vulcan. Apparently that is required of me.

My nights are spent playing chess, reading, and playing Earth board games with my hosts. I beat them every time. I swear I am not bragging.

It’s not as terrible as I thought it would be. But I am rather bored much of the time. They just don’t like to do much here. I once asked Spock if he’d like to go out and play catch with me. He looked at me quite perplexed and said, “Catch what?”

I have not tried since.

I will write more often. But for now, Spock’s mother is setting up Scrabble. She made Vulcan cookies. I have not yet found out if they are a bland form of cookies Vulcans enjoy or cookies shaped like Vulcans. Are you smiling? I will let you know.

Your son, Jim

Flash Fic, 04/03/2020

“What’s wrong with your lip?”

Jim looked up from perusing the report on his PADD to scowl at Bones over the mess table. His best friend held a sandwich in his hand. “What?”

Bones pointed at Jim’s face. “That feather duster thing above your mouth.”

Jim rolled his eyes. “It’s a moustache, Bones.”

Bones smirked. “Is it? I thought maybe it was chocolate milk.”

“Hardy har har.”

“Why are you growing one of those anyway?”

He shrugged and went back to his report. “Makes me look distinguished.”

“Who told you that?” Bones snorted and jabbed at Jim’s leg with his boot. “What does Spock think?”

“Does it matter?”

“Ehh, not normally. But I gotta wonder if he’s all ‘what you do with your own lip is your business’ or if he’s ‘egads, Captain, how am I supposed to kiss you with all that scratchy hair’?”

“Spock has never said egads in his life.”

“You know what I mean.”

Jim put down his PADD and picked up his bean and cheese burrito. “Actually, Bones, I’m pretty sure no one knows what you mean. Not even you.” He took a bite.

Bones stared at him. “You got a little cheese…” He gestured.

“Oh leave me alone.” Jim wiped his mouth, got up and picked up his plate with the burrito.

“Where are you going?”

“To eat in my quarters in peace.”

Bones watched him walk away and then fingered his own jaw and face. “Hmm. Wonder what I’d look like with a beard and moustache.”

Flash Fic, 03/27/2020

a continuation

“I’m, uh, well, I’m sorry about leaving you with my mom, you know, alone.”

Jim rubbed the back of his neck and tried not to look directly at Spock. While it was true he definitely felt some amusement at leaving Spock to face Winona while he dealt with the admiral’s endless questions, he also felt a little embarrassed. Things were so damn new between them. There’d been plenty of sex and affection, but no real declarations involving long term or-or-whatever.

Spock was in Jim’s room, looking at Jim with that rather Vulcan blank look that turned Jim on like crazy. There wasn’t much about Spock that didn’t turn Jim on. But it was more than lust for Jim. And he thought for Spock. But just…

“The amount of time you were gone was not excessive,” Spock replied.

“No. But…she probably drove you a little nuts with her nosey questions.”

Spock merely shrugged.

Jim cleared his throat. “Anyway, you know me, with most things I leap before looking.”

“This is true.”

He sensed a reproach in there. He ignored it and continued, “But not in relationships. I never do then. Except, well, with you, I have. And I’m a little paranoid that I’m going to say or do something that will doom me before we get started.”

Spock tilted his head. Yet another thing that turned Jim on. “We have, as you say, already started.”

“Yeah.” And Jim laughed at that. A nervous laugh, yeah. “You might be regretting that about now.”

“I am not,” Spock said simply. His gaze went to the presents from Jim’s mom, which Jim had placed on the bed. “What did she give you?”

“Oh. You know. Mom things, I guess.” And then he felt stupid and idiotic. Spock’s mom was human and well…God, he really was going to fuck this all up. He sunk down, defeated, on the bed.

Spock came over and sat beside him. “Your mother is alive and is in your life. You cannot nor should you avoid speaking of her with me simply because mine is deceased.”

“You knew that’s what went through my mind?”

Spock nodded.

“Because of the telepathy?”

“No. Because I have come to know you better than you think. Show me your gifts.”

Jim smiled. “Okay. But there’s like underwear, pajamas, chips, cookies…” He laughed at Spock’s arched brow. “I like to eat. A lot. Because, well, maybe someday I’ll tell you. But look at these. You have to try them…”  

Flash Fic 03/20/2020

Spock woke in a bed that was not his own. For a moment, he could not wrap his mind around it. Even before he fully opened his eyes, fully regained consciousness, the scent of the one he shared the bed with alerted him to the other occupant.

Jim.

A flood of memories flashed before him, him on his stomach, fisting the sheets, his captain rising above him, pounding and pounding. His body releasing a powerful orgasm. Jim whispering endearing words.

At the moment, Jim still slept, though Spock’s leg was entwined with his. Spock stared at the back of Jim’s head, and as though Jim woke because of that, his captain suddenly stiffened, turned around in the bed and faced Spock for the first time since they’d become…lovers.

“Spock.”

He put his hand on Jim’s heart, felt the increased beat. “Jim.”

Flash Fic 03/13/2020

“What are you going to do?” Bones asked, standing beside him.

Jim stared down at Spock, lying in the biobed, currently aware of…nothing he supposed. He moistened his lips. “Stay by his side and pray for a miracle.”

Bones put his hand on his shoulder. “Scotty’s on the bridge. You’re not needed right now. If that changes, he’ll let you know.”

Jim nodded, swallowed hard. “Thanks, Bones.”

“He’s in the healing trance.”

“I know. I feel him.”

He stepped to the bed and took Spock’s hand. “Come back to me.”    

Flash Fic, 03/06/2020

“How long is this going to go on?”

Jim tilted his glass back and took a large swallow of the burning whiskey. “Hmm?”

Uhura sighed and took a drink from her own glass. She flicked her head in the direction of the group across the room. “How many days?”

“How many days what?”

“Captain, you’re so tedious like this. You and Spock not speaking. How many days so far?”

“You’ve got your nose all up in everyone’s business. You probably know.”

She snorted. “Four days.”

He smirked. “See?”

“You know he only spoke up because he is your friend and is concerned for your safety as both your friend and your first officer.”

He finished his drink. “Are you through?”

She sighed again. “Yes.”

“Excellent.” Jim rose from his seat and without looking back at Uhura he went up to the table where Spock sat with a group made up of his science department. “Commander.”

“Captain.”

“Can we talk?”

Spock excused himself and they moved to the side of the room. Jim shifted awkwardly, not looking at him.

“So, uh, listen. I guess maybe I overreacted, so for that, I’m sorry.”

“I accept,” Spock said quickly, “and offer my own apology for stating my point in an abrupt and insensitive way.”

Jim nodded. “Okay. So, if you, I don’t know. Want to play chess—”

“Yes.”

Jim glanced at him. Nodded again. “We could do it in my quarters or—”

“Yes.”

Jim blew out a breath. “Uh. All right. See you there in a few minutes then.”

He left the rec room and headed for his quarters. It felt better to be talking to Spock again, but he couldn’t deny he still felt…stiff and awkward. Kind of like they had just before it all went to shit on Altamid.

He dreaded returning to that non-friendship.

Only a moment later, Spock appeared, requesting entry, so Jim let him in.

“Spock, I think we need to talk more,” Jim said as soon as Spock entered. “Look, I feel that…things are kind of off with us. Maybe that’s why it was so easy for us to get into that big fight, I don’t know. But I really don’t want to return to the way things were with us when you wanted to leave.”

“I did not want to leave. I felt it was my duty to—”

“Yeah, I know. That’s semantics, Spock.”

Spock’s dark eyes darkened, if that were possible. “You wished to leave also.”

He nodded. “I did. And…I just don’t want us to reach that point again. Where we’re barely friends.”

“I do not wish that either.”

“I know I have an issue, Spock, and I am working on it.”

“An issue, Captain?”

Jim exhaled. “I have these feelings surrounding you and I’m…I know they need to go away or at least be controlled.”

“What feelings?”

“Lord, you don’t intend to make this easy, do you? Soft ones. Feelings that go beyond friendship, I guess, and I’ve had them a long time, so I know a whole bunch of this is my fault because of my inability to deal with it, but I don’t want it to be awkward between us because of unwelcome feelings on my part.”

Spock sucked in a breath. “And if they are not?”

“Huh?”

“If your softer feelings are not unwelcome, what then?”

Jim’s jaw dropped open. “Spock, what are you saying?”

Spock stepped close, but his hand on Jim’s face. “I share your softer feelings.”

Flash Fic 02/28/2020

A little…TOS

Now that he was faced bringing the gift to his husband, Jim felt a bit silly. He was second and third guessing himself. Spock wasn’t exactly the cuddly type, well except sometimes with Jim, when he felt like it, of course, and certainly not the gift receiving type either, but hell he was committed now.

He opened the door to their San Francisco apartment, picked up the box with the present and stepped inside.

“Spock?”

“In the kitchen, Jim.”

Jim smiled to himself and headed for their kitchen. He could smell one of his favorite dishes cooking, a vegetarian chili that Spock made often because Jim had a tendency to gobble it down whenever Spock made it. Also on the counter was a plate of peanut butter cookies, his favorite.

For a moment, the love and happiness Jim felt at having Spock here with him, back and remembering more and more all the time, made his chest ache and his throat clog with emotion. God, he loved Spock, and he cursed himself for waiting far too long to tell him. Had they wasted the time they could spend together on stupid nonsense that hadn’t even mattered? Jim did.

Spock turned toward him, wearing the white robe he so often favored these days, giving him a questioning look. “Is anything wrong?”

“No.” Jim cleared his throat. “Absolutely nothing. Everything smells great.”

“Since it is our anniversary, as you pointed out, I thought I would prepare some of your favorite foods.”

“And I love you for it. Thank you.” The noise at his feet, made him glance down at the box. “I, uh, I have a present for you.”

Spock’s eyebrow shot up. “A present? I do not need presents, Jim.”

“I know, but I saw this…uh…her…and just something made me.”

“Her?”

Jim laughed. “Yeah.” He bent down, opened the box, and removed the fluffy orange kitten. He put her in Spock’s arms.

The kitten, smart little girl, immediately started purring. Spock’s eyes melted and before Jim knew it, his husband was smiling softly.

Okay Jim, he thought, you did well.

Jim leaned over and kissed Spock’s cheek. “What do you think of the name Butterscotch?”

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