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Flash Fic, September 19, 2022

Spock had gotten home only a short time ago and he was expecting Jim soon so he knew he didn’t have a long time to contact his father. But it was best he get it over with than have Sarek do something stupid like show up at Spock’s apartment.

“Live long and Prosper Father.”

Sarek managed to look grumpy without his expression changing. He was good at that.

“The same for you, Spock. You received my message.”

“I did.”

“I sent it nearly twenty-four hours ago, it seems you did not find it terribly important.”

Spark inclined his head, ignoring the rebuke. Instead he said, “It is not.”

Sarek arched a brow. “Your bond to a Vulcan female is not important?”

“Former bond, Father.”

“You had your bond dissolved?”

“Negative, T’Pring did.” Spock paused and steepled his fingers.

Sarek’s eyes narrowed. “Why would she do that?”

Spock gave a slight shrug. “She felt that my attentions were on someone else. And in fact, she was correct.”

“James Kirk. A Human.”

His voice dripped with his version of sarcastic derision. Spock was quite used to it.

“Yes,” Spock admitted.

“That would not matter. There are many Vulcans that take other lovers besides those they are bonded to.” He sniffed.

Spock wasn’t sure how many did and he did not feel like asking Sarek if he happened to be of those.

“She also prefers another. Given that we both do, it made logical sense for her to seek the sever of our bond, which she has done.”

“And when were you going to tell me?”

“When you brought it up,” Spock admitted. “As you have done now.”

Sarek stared silently at him for some time without response. Spock could almost see the wheels turning in his head.

“Your mother has informed me that James Kirk lives with you now.”

“That is correct.”

Sarek nodded. “Very well. Live long and Prosper, Spock.”

And he was gone before Spock could provide any response.

It went better than he expected, but Spock couldn’t deny some measure of anxiety still pooling in his gut. Talking to his father tended to do that for him and no amount of meditation seemed to help.

Spock turned as he heard Jim at the door and a moment later his boyfriend entered their apartment.

Jim smiled at him and came toward him, arms outstretched. It was his typical greeting whenever they saw each other after a short separation. At first Spock had been uncomfortable with such displays, even in private, but now he looked forward to them, even if he would not admit it.

He pulled Jim close, leaning in to smell the vanilla bean shampoo Jim used.

“Oof.” Jim stiffened and eased back a little.

Spock frowned. “What is wrong?”

Jim’s tongue came out to lick his lips. “Well…”

“Well…what?”

Jim sighed and stepped back. His fingers going to the tunic of his cadet’s uniform. “Let me show you.”    

Flash Fic, September 05, 2022

Happy Labor Day if you’re in the US.

This is a continuation from Friday’s Flash

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As it happened, in the morning, Jim had to go to his classes before Spock, and after a lingering kiss between them, Jim set off.

Spock used that opportunity to contact his mother.

“Spock, what a wonderful surprise.”

“I do hope I am not disturbing you.”

She waved this away. “You can never disturb me.” She smiled. “Your new semester of classes begin  today, don’t they?”

“They do. But later. I wished to inform you I have a roommate.” He paused. “A special one.”

She looked puzzled. “Who?”

“Jim. Jim is here.” He knew he did not have to give her Jim’s full name. She would know. And she had adored Jim when they met on Spock’s home world.

“That’s wonderful! Is he right there with you?”

“He has gone to class.”

“Class?” Her eyes widened. “Is he at Starfleet Academy?”

“He is. A long story which I am certain he will be happy to share with you himself. I just wished to let you know.” Spock felt suddenly rather embarrassed about his enthusiastic call to his mother. His father would be appalled at his lack of control. He straightened. “You are well?”

She smiled. “Yes. And I’m very happy for you. I know how much you meant to each other in the brief time you had together on Vulcan. I’m sure your relationship will only strengthen now.”

It was Spock who had pursued Jim when he’d seen him on Vulcan in a teashop that catered to Vulcan visitors rather than Vulcans. Spock had seen Jim go inside with a blonde woman he had suspected was Jim’s mother. It had turned out he was wrong about that, it had been his aunt, his mother’s sister.

Spock had entered the shop and told Jim they were going to spend the night together.

Once more Spock felt embarrassed, but he could not feel so bad as it had worked, and now Jim was here in San Francisco.

“I must go now to prepare for my day, Mother. We will speak again.”

“Of course. Love you!”

And she was gone from his screen.

Spock let out a long breath and turned to prepare for his day.    
  

Flash Fic, August 29, 2022

Here’s the last one for Missions Gone Wrong

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“I did say we shouldn’t respond to the distress signal.”

A muscle in Spock’s jaw jumped. “Our orders—”

“To hell with those orders. Look where it’s gotten us.”

Spock nodded. “You are tied to a tree while I await the bride chosen for me.”

“The Bride of Frankenstein.”

“Are you calling me Frankenstein, Captain?”

Jim frowned. “No, I’m saying—

“If she is my bride and she is the Bride of Frankenstein, then it stands to reason—”

“You know what? Forget it. No doubt she’ll be dead soon because you’ll bore her to death.”

Spock looked affronted. “That was quite unkind.”

“Well you know I get grumpy when I’m tied to a tree to be the sacrifice at my husband’s wedding to someone else. Imagine.”

Spock arched a brow. “While our current situation is challenging, including insults in our interactions are beneath you.”

“You’re going to be required to have public sex with her while they roast me alive!”

“Yes, that is what we face.”

Jim sighed and closed his eyes. “I don’t know how you can be so calm about my impending death.”

“I am hardly calm.”

“I’d hate to see you excited. Well, I’ve seen you excited. I mean, agitated.”

Spock actually rolled his eyes at him and Jim swore if he had his hands free he would be punching  Spock in the nose. But just then he heard sounds of the natives returning.

“Great. You may as well say your I love you and goodbye now, Spock.”

“I do love you, but this is not goodbye.”

“Spock—”

And suddenly just as he spotted Spock’s garishly decorated “bride” he felt his particles break up and reappeared on a transporter pad on the Enterprise.

Spock stood stoically beside him. “Good work, Mister Scott.”

“I just used the coordinates you transmitted, Commander.”

“Wait,” Jim exclaimed. “You had a way to get us out of there and you let me worry and freak out?”

“You seemed to be enjoying yourself, Captain.”

Enjoying myself? Tied up?!”

Spock shrugged. “There have been times when—”

“Shut up.”

“Captain, you have ropes around you,” Scotty pointed out.

“Spock, get these off me. Spock!”

Flash Fic, August 15, 2022

TOS

“This is all Spock’s fault,” Bones grumbled as he was chained to a rock wall next to me. He rattled the chains when he shook his hands.

“Bones, just…”

“Am I wrong?”

I blew out a long breath, making a whistling noise through my nose. “Yes. Your constant haranguing of  Spock is getting on my last nerve, Bones. I don’t know why you can’t get along with him, but you give me a damn headache. Spock tried to prevent this whole mess and if it’s anybody’s fault—”

There was a loud splashing sound then, like a foot hitting a puddle in the stones that lead to where McCoy and I had been chained. The beat of my heart picked up as I realized this could be it.

After all the Klingons that had chained us here hinted at some creature that would be hungry from Human flesh. I thought it was all Klingon bluster and I hoped I was not wrong.

“Captain?”

“Spock?”

“Coming, Captain.”

And a moment later my first officer came into view. It took him only a short time to undo my chains and as my boots hit the solid ground I glanced toward Bones as Spock approached to let him out of the restraints.

“You sure you want to do that, Spock?” But I smiled to show Bones I was teasing.

“Har har,” Bones muttered as Spock got him out of the chains. “Thanks.”

Spock arched a brow but said nothing in response to Bones’ somewhat sour show of gratitude.

“The beam out location is this way,” Spock said and led the way.

As we followed after him, Bones stopped me with a hand on my arm. “Listen, Jim, about what I said back there. I was cranky and feeling—”

“A little afraid.” I nodded. “I know. Forget about it, Bones.”

Bones nodded. I hadn’t even told him that my relationship with Spock had been changing. There were some things that were better left private. At least for the time being.

Spock handed me my communicator. I smiled at him and flipped it open. “Scotty, beam us up!”

Flash Fic, August 01, 2022

We’ve hit another month, folks, and a new theme/pattern.

Every Monday for August you can expect our intrepid Spirk team to be facing some sort of mission peril. That’s Mondays only for August flashes (there could always be an extra or two)

Here’s the first

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“It’s hot as Hades.”

Spock shot him a look. “May I remind you that I suggested you stay onboard the Enterprise for this mission.”

Jim snorted. “Even if I said no, you can’t, you know you would.”

“Perhaps.” Spock coughed. “The smoke is getting to be a bit much.”

Jim dared to look down to see the flames licking ever closer to where they were hogtied to a giant contraption that kept dropping lower and closer to the fire that was supposed to, er, theoretically, end their lives.

“I think I saw this is a movie once.”

“Only once?” Spock scoffed. “I’ve seen it myself more times.”

“It’s definitely overplayed.” Jim shifted in the ropes, trying to reach his communicator which he had thoughtlessly shoved into the back pocket of his regulation uniform pants. “Go ahead and say it.”

“What am I supposed to say?”

“This is another fine mess you’ve gotten us into, Captain.”

“There is nothing fine about this. Your trousers are too tight.”

Jim moaned as he tried to maneuver his arm. “Damn that hurts. If I don’t get to this thing soon my pants will be burned right off me.”

“Chances are more likely that the material of the pants will stick to your burned flesh.”

“Reassuring, Mister Spock.”

“What are you doing?”

“I saw this guy dislocate his shoulder once so he could get out of a binding.”

“You saw this yourself?”

“In a movie, yeah.”

“We are doomed.”

“Now, don’t say that.” Jim shrugged, wrangled, and scooted. Finally his aching arm slipped from the knot and his hand into the pocket. He got it open too. “Kirk to Enterprise. Scotty, beam us up now!”

With a splat he and Spock landed on the transporter, free of the contraption, but not their binds.

“Jim!” McCoy came rushing toward them.

“See?” Jim said. “Told you I’d get us—” He blacked out.

Happy Independence Day 2022

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Here’s a repost of “Independence Day” a flash from July 2020

“I now declare my independence,” Jim said as he walked beside Bones.

Bones smirked. “From Gary?”

“Gary and from all others. No more relationships, Bones. I am footloose and fancy free.” Jim turned around and started walking backwards, doing a little foot work as he did so, laughing at the look Bones was giving him.

He turned around then and walked straight into…

“Oomph.” Jim staggered back and a hand shot out to steady him. He felt himself blushing hot. And staring into the most beautiful pair of dark eyes he’d ever seen. “Uh. Hi. And, um, sorry.”

The guy, a Vulcan, arched a brow. “That was quite a dance.”

“Uh.” Jim laughed uncomfortably. “Yeah. I was…sort of celebrating. Jim Kirk.”

“Spock. What were you celebrating?”

“A, uh.” He moistened his lips. “A break up.”

“How fortunate.”

“It is?”

“For me,” Spock said, matter-of-fact. “Dinner?”

Jim heard Bones coughing nearby.

He ignored him.

Smiled.

“Yeah. Dinner sounds great.”

“Jim!”

“Uh. Hang on one second,” Jim said.

The Vulcan, Spock, looked past him to Bones. “Your keeper?”

Jim laughed. “Nah. He only thinks so. Give me one minute.”

Jim scurried back to Bones. “Hey, I’m…”

“Yeah, I figured that,” Bones said sarcastically. “What happened to all that talk of Independence with a capital I?”  

“Well, I did say of relationships,” Jim pointed out.

“Uh-huh. So this thing with that guy, who’s a professor at the Academy, by the way, is just gonna be a one-night stand?”

“Or two or three or you know whatever amount it takes.” Jim winked.

“Should I expect you home tonight?”

Jim glanced at Spock who narrowed his eyes. Jim licked his lips, swallowed. “No. No. I don’t think so.” He patted Bones’ arm. “Or maybe for a couple of nights.”

“A couple of nights? Jim…”

“Longer even.”

“Jim!”

“See you, Bones.”

He scrambled after Spock who had begun to walk away. He fell into step beside the Vulcan.

“Professor huh?”

“Yes, Cadet. So do…behave.”

Jim stumbled, then blushed. “Yeah. Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

Jim cleared his throat as he struggled to keep up with Spock’s long strides. “Sir. Yes, sir.”

He could be independent in a day or two. Right.

Flash Fic, May 23, 2022

Sorry for the short flash today, had a very full weekend and just didn’t have much time to get something done. I barely managed this. I’m working toward the end though. Hopefully!

I’m off Friday from work but am doing a quick overnight trip. I’ll have Friday’s flash up though!

Jim was pacing around this strange place. If he hadn’t been brought there himself he might have not believed it, no matter what Spock had said, and how green Spock’s blood was, which he’d seen himself.

Vulcan was hot. Jim had been to Palm Springs in the summer. It was that hot. And apparently Vulcan was like that all year round.

While Spock’s brother, Sybok, and the doctor, McCoy, planned how to get Jim’s dad there so that he could be treated and returned without notice, Spock’s father had proclaimed that he wanted what he called a “Vulcan Healer” to examine Jim and Spock to determine if Spock didn’t know what he was talking about as far as his T’hy’la bond.

Jim didn’t really want to be examined by anyone, but Spock seemed unfazed by the idea, so Jim assumed that meant Spock wouldn’t be worried that they would hurt Jim. He trusted Spock, so he’d allow it.

As long as they helped his dad, he’d agree to anything.

Waiting with Jim while Spock and Sarek went to get the healer was Spock’s Human mother, Amanda. So far Jim found that she was very kind, the most kind of anyone there except Spock.

“You must have many questions, Jim,” Amanda said, patting his leg.

They were seated in chairs, sipping a cold drink Amanda had brought them. Jim kept leaning forward, impatient, even though he knew there wasn’t much he could do to speed things up.

Sybok and McCoy were meeting in some other area about getting to Jim’s dad, so for now it was only him and Amanda.

“Uh-huh.”

She gave him a sympathetic look. “If they can help your father, they will. Leonard is a very skilled and kind doctor.”

“I’m going to be kind of freaked out until I know,” Jim admitted.

“Once we have everything sorted out we’ll know what to do. My son cares a lot about you, I can see.”

“We…yeah, we fell in love where I’m from.”

“Spock won’t allow them to separate you,” she said, obviously trying to reassure him.

Jim looked at her. “What if that means him returning to my time and my Earth with me?”

Flash Fic, Monday May 16, 2022

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Vulcans did not feel nervous, Spock reminded himself, and he’d lived his entire life trying to be a model Vulcan.

Still, it took all he had within himself not to shift his position while standing as George Samuel Kirk, “Sam” as he was introduced, surveyed him.

Sam was taller than Spock and used that to his advantage, staring down at Spock with barely disguised intimidation.

He did not comment on Spock’s woolen cap covering Spock’s ears, but Spock suspected that Jim informed his family of Spock’s pointy ear coverup when they’d first arrived, as Jim had hurried into the house prior to the introductions.

“Scientist, are you?”

“Indeed.”

Sam’s cool blue eyes narrowed slightly. “What do you like to drink?”

Jim returned at that moment from having used the bathroom. He had left Spock in the front hallway with a somewhat hostile older brother.

“He doesn’t drink wine,’ Jim explained. “An occasional sake, but not much else.”

Predictably, this made Spock more suspicious in Sam’s mind.

He wrinkled his nose. “Sake.”

“I did try your cabernet sauvignon.”

And?”

“He tried it,” Jim interrupted. “Come on. Let’s have you meet Mom and Dad.”

Sam’s gaze shifted to Jim and he softened immediately. “I was going to call you, kid. Dad’s had a bit of a setback.”

Jim frowned. “I saw he looked a bit weak and was sitting with a throw around his shoulders in the chair.”

“He’s got an appointment tomorrow, but yeah, I guess he’s not doing as well after they bypass surgery as they had hoped.”

“What’s the next step? What are they going to do?”

Sam shrugged slightly. “Guess we’ll find out Monday. It’ll be all right though, I’m sure. He’s got excellent doctors.”

He squeezed Jim’s shoulders. “Come on.”

Spock followed the Kirk brothers out of the hallway and into the “living room”. The house was quite large. Jim had called it a Spanish style villa and advised Spock it had something like ten bedrooms and seven bathrooms.

It was not the house Jim first lived in when they’d moved from Riverside, but that house had been turned into the “guest house” and this villa built as soon as the Kirk Winery had begun to make a decent amount of money.

On the way from Bodega Bay to Napa, Jim had also told Spock that Sam was pushing Jim to move back to Napa and to live with his family.

Spock had to agree that the older Human male sitting in a large Easy Chair covered with a throw did not look well. He was quite pale and seemed to have a bit of perspiration dotting his forehead.

Still George Kirk managed a smile for Spock.

“Nice to meet you. I’d get up but—”

“That is not necessary,” Spock assured him.

“In fact, why don’t we all sit?” Winona Kirk suggested.

Jim took the seat on a loveseat next to Spock, but he leaned forward toward his father.

“Are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital, Dad?”

“I’m all right. I’ve been in contact with the doctors, son. Basically, I’m in heart failure.”

“And that’s not an emergency?” Jim asked sharply.

George Kirk shook his head. “I’m taking the medicine they said to take. And I’ll see them first thing in the morning. I don’t feel any pain. Just weak and tired.”

Winona directed a wan smile in her husband’s direction, then turned to Spock. “I’m so sorry we aren’t meeting you in better circumstances, Spock. Jim has spoken about you, though. Briefly.”

“You’re Jim’s neighbor?” George asked.

“Yes, I have the apartment next to Jim’s and I work at the San Francisco Science Institute.”

Winona rose again. “Since you’re here, why don’t we all have some lunch? I’ll make us sandwiches and soup.”

Jim smiled. “Sure, sounds good. But, uh, Mom, Spock’s a vegetarian.” She nodded. “I will keep that in mind.”

Flash Fic, May 09, 202

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Spock found himself speechless and staring at Jim, unable to think what to say. He’d been found out. Now Jim obviously knew he was not “normal” and yet he didn’t look particularly bothered by Spock’s secret.

Jim sighed just a little then. More of a soft huff of breath.

“You know what? Let’s take care of your cuts first. The rest can wait. Lower your pants or take them off.”

He made it sound like an order and Spock wasn’t sure why, but he obeyed. He turned a bit from where they stood, undid his trousers and lowered them to his feet, and then stepped out of them.

Jim bent down and picked them up. “They’re definitely ruined. I hope you brought another pair.”

“I did,” Spock spoke softly. He was worried. He couldn’t deny it and it was not a pleasant feeling.

Jim smiled, unexpectedly. “It’s all right.” He opened the bag and took out bandages and a small container of peroxide. “I can use this, right?”

Spock nodded.

He poured some out on a cotton ball, then knelt on the floor of the room in front of Spock.

“Just a few scraps is all. I was afraid you’d cut it bad enough for stitches.” Jim shook his head. “I’d have to find a way to sew it up myself obviously.”

“Jim.” But he stopped, not knowing what else to say.

“Does it hurt?” Jim asked after wiping the scrapes with the peroxide soaked cotton balls.

“Just a dull sting.”

Jim glanced up at him. “You can take your hat off, Spock.”

Spock did, still staring rather dumbly at this unusual Human.

Next Jim opened a couple of bandages and put them across the scrapes. He then sat back a bit to look at them.

“Good as new. Or almost.” He looked up at Spock again. “Want to help me up?”

Spock reached down and easily tugged Jim to his feet.

“You’re pretty strong.”

“I…have three times your strength.”

Jim’s tongue came out to trace his lips. “Do you?”

“Yes.”

Jim put his hand on Spock’s hipbone. “You want to put on a robe or something while we talk?”

“Perhaps, yes.”

Jim moved away and Spock felt a bit bereft by that, though that felt foolish.

He went into the hotel room closet and pulled out one of the terrycloth robes there and handed it to Spock, who put it on without comment.

Jim gestured to the table and chairs in the room. “Wanna sit?”

Spock let out a long breath and did so. He was surprised when Jim moved to the small kitchenette in the room and made them both cups of hot tea. The fact that Jim wasn’t running screaming from him was rather remarkable. Spock thought based on what he knew, this was quite remarkable.

Jim put the cups of tea on the table and then took the other chair.

“Honestly, Spock, that explains a lot.”

“Does it?”

Jim nodded. “Green blood, pointed ears. I never…they just look natural, I guess. The slightly different way you act. Just several things. You aren’t from here, are you?”

“I am not.”

Jim smiled faintly. “Or Massachusetts.”

Spock shook his head. “Not from Earth at all. And from the future.”

“Yeah?”

“You do not seem surprised.”

Jim shrugged. “I’m a little drunk but not that drunk. There are many things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”

“Shakespeare.”

“Yeah. But it applies. I’m a scientist. I know there are many things we don’t know. And that we don’t know we don’t know.”

“I am from Vulcan. Many years from now, our species makes first contact with Earth. How am I here? A colleague and I were on a routine mission when our ship—

“A space ship?”

“Indeed. A Vulcan ship. We were on a supply mission. We encountered some anomaly that thrust us into your timeline and then your air force became aware of our existence, though I do not know what they thought of us. They attempted to shoot us down and we crashed.”

“Crashed?”

“Yes. My colleague perished. I was able to survive and bury much of the wreckage. As far as I know my appearance here has remained a secret until you as I have been here for months trying to find a way back to where I came from.”

“And that’s why you say you are here temporarily.”

“Yes. I know it sounds fantastical but…all that is correct.”

“I see the evidence before my eyes.” Jim sighed and rubbed those eyes. “I just…I don’t know what to do about any of it right now.”

“Some Humans might wish to turn me into the authorities,” Spock said, carefully.

Jim gave him a look. “Why would I do that? And have you taken to some secret area in Roswell? Spock, I love you. I’m just…this is a lot to process.”

Spock was stunned. “You love me?”

Jim snorted. “Of course I love you. I just wasn’t aware I was in love with an alien from outer space.”

“I…have an attachment to you as well.”

Jim laughed then. “Good to know. We can’t do anything about any of this right now. Why don’t we finish our tea and go to bed?”

Spock nodded. Now that it was all out in the open with Jim it somehow felt better. And worse.   

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