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Flash FIc, September 28, 2022

Surprise! Today actually concludes our September story, I Knew You Before. I’m sorry to say that means no flash for Friday but look for this story to appear soon on AO3.

October 03 begins with a Vanek flash!

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But as Spock watched Jim open the pizza box to remove a slice, Spock knew there was yet more he ought to bring up with Jim.

“There is something else.”

Jim frowned as he held up the slice to his mouth. “Can I eat this while you tell me?”

“Yes. Of course. I apologize. I know you are hungry.” Spock pursed his lips. He walked into the kitchen himself and prepared to make himself some rice and a pot of tea. The pizza was, of course, for Jim. He did not eat pizza himself.

Jim chewed and nodded. “When you’re ready, come sit at the table with me.”

He took the pizza box to the table and sat eating while he waited for Spock.

A short time later, Spock brought his tea and rice to join Jim.

“Well?” Jim was smiling.

It occurred to Spock that Jim was a very amiable mate.

“I did not mention this on Vulcan when you were there as I did not wish to overwhelm you.”

“I was already pretty overwhelmed.”

“Mm. I came on strong.”

“You did. But it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. You never forced me.”

“Perhaps your aunt would not agree.”

“When we invite her to the wedding she’ll see how perfect you are for me.” Jim winked and he was smiling again.

Spock fought the answering smile. He was Vulcan after all.  

“We are…T’hy’la.”

“Are we?”

Spock frowned. “Do you know what that is, Jim?”

“I know Vulcan. Gilda taught me before we went to stay there. You think that’s us?”

Spock would never get over how surprising Jim was. He nodded. “I believe so. A Vulcan priestess would need to examine our minds together to fully confirm my suspicion but everything that is between us convinces me that we are.”

“Vulcan soulmates.” Jim grinned. “I think that sounds great.”

“You do?”

“Look, I mean, even with the T’Pring thing, you deciding on me at that exact moment, her being there at that exact moment, you coming to me, me agreeing, doesn’t it seem…meant to be?” Jim sighed. “I don’t know, Spock. Even then I couldn’t quite shake this feeling that I knew you before.”

“Knew me?”

“Yeah. I mean we’d never met before yet…it felt like we had. Like I’ve always known you. In another universe, maybe? I don’t know. But my heart knew yours. Even then. If that’s T’hy’la, I have to welcome it.”

Spock blinked and he felt warmth blossom all over. He held his fingers toward Jim and was gratified when Jim immediately touched his fingers to Spock’s.

“Taluhk Nash-Veh K’dular.”

Jim leaned in for a Human kiss. “Ashau Nash-Veh Tu.”

Look for more of these two in the future! A sequel will be coming where we will even get to meet Aunt Gilda!

Flash Fic, September 21,2022

Spock stared in dawning horror at the boot-shaped bruise on Jim’s abdomen just above his pelvis. His gaze rose from the bruise to Jim’s face.

“Who has done this?”


“That was quite clearly done by someone. You cannot pretend you injured yourself. I want a name.”

Jim nodded and exhaled, lowering is uniform to once more cover the bruise.

“I also want to take you to the hospital for medical attention.” Spock put his fingers on Jim’s wrist, but just as a light touch.

“I saw my friend, Leonard McCoy. He’s a doctor.”

Spock narrowed his eyes. “And what did he say about that?”

Jim took his wrist away. “That’s not fair.”

“You are in a relationship with a touch telepath. Some things you should get used to.”

“How am I to have any secrets?”

“Secrets pertaining to an injury of your person are not acceptable, Jim. Were the situation reversed you would not desire for me to hide an injury or illness from you. There is no need to protect the abuser who has done this to you.”

Jim sighed. “I know. And no Bones didn’t know about this. Just the scrape to me knee.”

“What happened?”

“One of those giant assholes from that bar in Riverside spotted me on campus. I never saw him before he stuck his foot out and tripped me. Tore up my knee, which Bones fixed. While I was lying on the ground, he came up to me and stomped on my stomach with his boot. Then he left. Hurt like hell too. But I’m fine.”

“You are not fine and we are going to contact your doctor friend to examine you right now.”


“If you prefer, we can take you to the emergency room.”

Jim closed his mouth.

“That is what I thought. After the doctor examines you and assures me of your recovery I will seek out the giant asshole and see that he is expelled.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“In fact, I do. His name?”

“I think that one’s name was Ben Owens.”

Spock nodded. “Very well. Contact Doctor McCoy please.”

“Okay.” Jim reached for Spock’s hand and squeezed it. “I’m okay.”

“I prefer to get a medical opinion.” Spock squeezed his hand. “I do not like bullies.”

Flash Fic, September 14, 2022

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Jim got out of the shower, dressed, and joined Spock in the kitchen.

Spock looked a little…stressed. It’s not like he appeared like a Human would when stressed, but there was definitely something off about Spock that hadn’t been the case when he came home and they’d made out.

“Hey, are you all right?” Jim asked as he went into the fridge to get some iced tea.

Spock, who stood at the stove, working on stir-frying vegetables, nodded. “I received a message from my father, but I am fine.”

After pouring himself a glass, Jim leaned against the counter to watch Spock.

“And? Something bad?”

Jim hadn’t had a lot of exposure to Sarek while he and his aunt, Gilda, had been on Vulcan. He’d met and interacted with Amanda quite a number of times and found her quite warm and personable, despite as Gilda had said to him,  ‘being trapped in a nightmare of her own choosing’. Jim adored his aunt, truly, but her experiences on Vulcan, teaching non-Vulcan children there, had made her firmly dislike the ‘Vulcan Bureaucrats’ as she also quoted to Jim.

She had disdainfully informed Jim that Spock’s father, Ambassador Sarek, was one of those detestable Bureaucrats. Ultimately the fact the Vulcan authorities stuck their noses into everything, again according to Gilda, was what made Gilda return to Earth, ultimately abandoning her impressionable students to their fate on Vulcan (again more according to his aunt then Jim).

Jim had returned to Earth with her, of course, but not before vowing that he and Spock would one day be reunited.

As they now were.

Spock shook his head and tossed in nuts with the vegetables. “A small matter which I will deal with at another time. Though I have long been an adult and responsible for my own life, he prefers to dictate what he thinks I should do.”

Jim laughed softly. “Welcome to my life. Mom does the same. She about croaked over when I told her Pike convinced me to enlist in the Academy. She informed me she knew him and intended to give him a piece of her mind.”

Spock glanced at him. “And did she?”

He shrugged. “Don’t know. She never said for sure if she did or not and I have yet to see him since I got here. What does your dad expect you to do?”

“Something I have long fought with him over. Do not worry over it. It is merely an irritation I must deal with. Like swatting a gnat.”

Jim smiled and moved in to give him a quick peck on the lips. “That smells amazing. Can I add shrimp to mine?”

“Of course. I already took some out of the freezer.”

“You know me so well.”

There was a loud crack of thunder followed by a flash of lightning. Jim stepped out of the kitchen then and went to the sliding glass door to the patio.

“Going to be a dark and stormy night. It’s starting to rain.”

“Good thing we are staying in.”

“Yep. And you know what’s great about weather like this?”

“What?” Spock wondered.


Spock shook his head. “Sex is great no matter the weather.” He paused. “At least with you.”

Jim returned to the kitchen and Spock’s arms. “Right back at you.”  

Flash Fic, September 07, 2022

His courses finished for the day at least, Jim was exhausted as he made his way off campus and to the apartment across the street he now shared with Spock.

Last night they’d slept together but other than share a few heated kisses, that was all they did. Jim anticipated that would change likely tonight. He had already heard from Spock that he wouldn’t be done with his own classes for some time.

Jim let himself into the apartment and got settled in to contact his mother. He’d said he would.

“Jim, it’s about time.” But there was no heat to her words and she was smiling. He could see she was seated at the dining room table in her farmhouse.

“Sorry, I meant to contact you last night but I got pretty busy.”

“You get settled into a dorm?”

“No. Actually, I’m, uh, I’m staying in Spock’s apartment. That’s where I am right now.”

“Spock?” She frowned. “Isn’t that the Vulcan who picked you up in a bar?”

Jim laughed. “Not a bar. A teashop.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Not sure they have bars there. Maybe they do because they have quite a lot of other species besides Vulcans.”

“Still. My sister said he was very forward.” She sniffed.

Jim smiled. Yeah he was.

Jim had entered the teashop with Aunt Gilda and he was examining a rooibos variety when he’d been approached by a tall, gorgeous Vulcan.

“I wish to have you in my bed.”

Well, who would turn that down?

And he didn’t turn it down for the rest of the time he was there either.

“I didn’t mind,” Jim assured her. “Anyway, it turns out he’s at the Academy too and we met up and now I’m here.”

His mother sniffed again. “When am I going to meet this forward Vulcan?”

“Soon, I promise. Anyway, I’m here and getting settled in. I’m in a really good place, Mom. You don’t need to worry.”

“I always worry. Your lips still a little bruised. Those cretins should have been charged.”

He shrugged. “Maybe. I’ll talk to you soon.”  

After the call ended, Jim decided he wanted a nap, so that’s where he headed next. He had no doubt when Spock came home, he’d wake him.

Christmas in July, Flash Fic July 27, 2022

“You know I’ve been thinking.”

“Almost always a bad thing.” His CMO, Leonard “Bones” McCoy didn’t even look up from his usual slouching over his cup of coffee.

“The crew morale took a serious hit recently,” Jim continued, unwilling to pay particular attention to grumpy Bones.

“Generally being attacked by Klingons and Romulans in the same week has that affect.”

“Exactly. So we need a distraction. Scotty can even make snow.”

Bones’ gaze finally rose to Jim’s smiling face. “Snow? For what?”

“Christmas in July. Or you know, a Holiday Extravaganza in July or Winter Wonderland in July. You know for those that don’t celebrate or care about Christmas. We can have snow and all the usual festivities. Eggnog, Rum Punch, Cookies, Presents, Santa. Everything.”

Bones stared hard at him. “What does your FOSO think?”

Jim frowned. “My what?”

His friend smirked. “First Officer Significant Other.”

“Did someone mention me?” Spock took his seat beside Jim, slamming his breakfast tray down on the table so hard that his bowl of goopy looking oatmeal bounced.

“You okay?”

“In fact I am not. I have had a disagreement with my father.”

Jim looked at him warily. “Again? What’s up his…what’s his issue this time?”

“He has expanded the list of who he intends to invite to our bonding ceremony on New Vulcan in October,” Spock explained.

“What you two need is a wedding planner,” Bones butted in. “Or, uh, a bonding ceremony planner. They can run interference between you two and your respective parents.”

Jim grinned. “You volunteering?”

“Not even if I was the last guy in the universe.”

“Nor would we ask you if you were,” Spock added testily. “What did Leonard mean when he asked what I thought?”

“You know you’re my FOSO?”

Spock shrugged. “The meaning was logically easy to figure out.”


“See Jim? Spock thinks I’m logical.”

“Especially if you are an expert at figuring out the nonsensical things the doctor comes up with.”

Jim chuckled. “He wanted to know what you think of Christmas in July.”

“In point of fact I do not think of it at all.”

“Well, start. Because we’re planning on one for the ship.”

Spock grimaced and poked his spoon at his oatmeal.

“Commander?” Jim deliberately used his authority voice.

“Yes, of course, Captain.”

Jim rubbed his hands together. “This is going to be great.”

“Perhaps you would like to speak with Sarek about our bonding ceremony.”

Jim nodded. “Oh, sure sure. I’ll take care of that too. Piece of cake.”

Spock looked away just as Jim caught him rolling his eyes.

It would be easy as he intended to let Sarek invite whoever he wished. He smiled and began to plan Christmas in July for the crew and as he eyed Bones, he knew just who he’d get to be Santa.

Christmas in July, Flash Fic July 20, 2022

The Pinto Boys from The Thought of You is Consuming Me was requested, but of course they wouldn’t have any clue about Christmas in July (or many of our modern traditions but I have done my best!

As I rested next to Chris in the middle of a field of grass on my property, I felt at peace in a way I had never felt in London proper. I spent the time I needed to in London, of course, but it was less and less all the time, as I preferred solitude here.

And Chris and I seemed to have more time together here.

“It’s going to rain later.”

I opened my eyes, turned my head, and peered at him. I had thought he was napping so I was surprised to see the wide-eyed alert in those blue eyes that so matched the blue of the sky.

“There’s not a cloud in the sky, love,” I replied.

He smiled. “Mark my words.” He sighed then, soft, and perhaps a bit regretful.

“What? Is it time to go back then?”

“Not quite. Soon though. I just wish that it was December.”

“Fond of snow, are you?”

He laughed. “No, dearest. Christmastide and all that. My favorite time of year.”

“You’ve got a good five months until then, Christopher.”

“A man can fantasize.”

I snorted. Overhead I was surprised when clouds started to roll in. I turned my head to glance at him once more and saw that he was smirking at me.

“What clever magic is this?”

“No magic, Zach. Wisdom.”

I laughed outright and straightened to hover over him as he gazed up at me with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Wisdom is it?”

“Hmm. Can we do this in December at Christmas, do you think?”

“As long as we don’t freeze particular parts off.”

He tugged me down for a kiss. “Don’t want to do that. I find yours quite useful.”

I arched a brow. “Do you now?”

“And speaking of fantasies. I suggest we go inside and act out one of yours before the rain starts.”

“The king and his knight?”

Chris laughed and sat up. “Of course. But this time…I’m the king.”

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Christmas in July Flash, July 13, 2022

I said I’d do a flash for CIJ on the couple from Aftermath. So here they are. Living a quite happy life I think.

After getting out of bed and seeing to my morning routine, I expected to find my husband in the kitchen preparing our breakfast as he had been doing close to fifteen years now.

But when I came downstairs there was no sign of Spock. I frowned and went into the kitchen looking for evidence he had at least been there. He’d made me a pot of coffee and I spotted a discarded tea bag in the trash.

“Spock? Babe?”

There was no response and with a push at our bond, I decided Spock wasn’t in the house or even anywhere on the farm.


He hadn’t told me he had any plans which wasn’t like Spock.  

I had learned over the years since I had finally agreed to bond with Spock, a good five years into our ordinary Earth marriage, that if Spock were too far away I could only get a sense that he was alive and well and not much more.

With a shrug, I poured myself coffee and then took it out to the front porch to sit and wait to see what my husband might be up to. We’d added cushioned lawn chairs there a few years back.

It was July and already too warm to sit there for long. But I couldn’t deny my curiosity.

It wasn’t like I could contact him on a communicator as we’d given up our Federation devices when we left Starfleet back after the fiasco where they accused me of things I’d never do.

Eventually, I spotted our hover car heading down the dirt road toward the farm, and I relaxed. Not that I really was that concerned. Spock could take care of himself better than anyone I knew and I knew he would never ever leave my side willingly.

Still it was nice to be right and nice to feel that relief at his return.

“Jim,” he greeted me as he stopped the hover car. “You are up a little earlier than I anticipated.”

“It’s after ten. How long did you think I’d sleep?”

“We were up late with…activities.”

I chuckled. “Sex, Spock. It’s just me, you can use plain language. And you were up just as late as me.”


“Where’d you go?”

“To get a tree.” Spock paused. “Not very easy this time of year.”

“A tree? You mean to plant? Did you go to the garden center?”

“No.” Spock went to the back of the hover car. He opened the trunk and reached in. In a moment he pulled out about a five-foot pine tree in a pot.

I rose and shielded my eyes from the sun. “Is that…it looks like a Christmas tree.”



Spock shrugged as he carried it toward their house. “I thought…once…some years back during a meld you shared with me a time where your family had celebrated Christmas in July.”

I smiled faintly. “Wasn’t that an afterglow meld?”


I thought about it. It had been grandma’s idea. My dad’s mom. We were staying with her that summer, Sam and me, because Mom had just gotten married to the idiot and they were on their honeymoon. Which thinking about that part of it made me want to gag but you know.

I nodded. “Okay. But babe, wasn’t that meld like, I don’t know five years ago?”

“It was. But neither of us are getting any younger and I thought it would be a nice surprise.”

“Are you saying we won’t make it until real Christmas?”

“I certainly am not saying that.”

I snorted and hugged him, kissing his cheek. “I’m teasing. You’re too cute. You just want to keep me on my toes.”

“I simply intend to make every day, every year of our lives together as memorable and loving as I can,” Spock said, simply. “I still have a lot of mistakes to make up for.”

“Spock, babe, I don’t—”


I kissed him. ”I love you.”

“Then help me decorate our Christmas in July tree.”

I laughed and hugged him again. “You’re on!”

Christmas in July, Flash Fic July 06,2022

“City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, dressed in holiday green, in the air there’s a feeling of Christmas.”

“It’s ninety-five degrees, genius.”

Jim smiled and winked at Bones. “Not in here it isn’t. I have the AC set to meat locker.”

Bones snorted. “It might make it freezing in here but it actually won’t snow.” He paused. “Or even form ice crystals.”

Jim shrugged. “Jury’s still out on that one.”

“Anyway, you’re singing it wrong,” his best friend informed him.

Jim sipped from his frosty peppermint mocha shake. “I am?”

“It’s… City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, dressed in holiday style.”

“Style? Well, that’s stupid.”

“I sure as hell didn’t write it so don’t look at me. It’s to rhyme style with smile from the next line.”

Jim shook his head. “Strings of streetlights, even stop lights, blink a bright red and green, as the shoppers rush home with their treasures.”

“It’s a dumbass song,” Bones muttered. “Why the Christmas stuff anyway. Frozen apartment, dumbass song, and peppermint drinks. And I’m pretty sure I saw mistletoe in the doorway of your bedroom.”

“I’m doing Christmas in July with Spock.”

“Spock know this?”

“He will soon enough. He’s not going to be around for real Christmas since Pike’s taking him out on an exploratory mission for like six months beginning in October to get his feet wet.”

“A Vulcan with wet feet. Wet behind the ears more likely.”

Jim gave him a look. “Shut up, will ya? Since Christmas in July’s a thing—”

“Who says it’s a thing?”

“I just did, didn’t you hear me?”

“Loud and clear unfortunately.”

“May I remind you that you actually asked.”

“You going to be okay all by yourself?”

Jim scowled. “I’m a mature adult. I can handle my boyfriend being gone a few months.”

Bones nodded, sagely. “Course. Since I’m sure you’re expecting the unfortunate object of your July Christmasy celebration at any time, I’m going to beat it.”

“Thank God. I thought you’d never leave.” Jim grinned.

Bones flipped him off and opened the door of the apartment.

Standing there was Spock who arched a brow at Bones’ uncouth display.

“Charming as ever I see, Doctor.”

Bones grumbled something, scooted past Spock and down the hallway.

Jim seized hold of Spock’s arm and pulled him inside.

“Jim, I know it is hot out, but do you not think you have the air conditioning turned up too high?”

“Merry Christmas!” Jim kissed him.


“Yep. There are chocolate thumb print cookies in the oven.”

“I-I see. Then we are…having a night in.”

Jim laughed. “Most definitely. Come here and unwrap me. I’m your present.”

Flash Fic, June 29, 2022

Decided to write a surprise final flash for the guys that appeared in June. “J” wants me to put up their story on A03 and so I probably will later today as “The Visit”.

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“How are you feeling?”

She followed him onto the porch where’d gone to get some air.

“I have huge headache.”

His mom frowned. “From the concussion? They must have released you too soon. Overnight? You should have been in there a week at the minimum.”

He rolled his eyes. “No. My headache had family dinner all over it.”

“Oh, but Sarek’s lovely. He’s been hovering over you and Spock since he arrived.”

“That’s not lovely. It’s…I hate hovering. And I don’t need it. And I’m pretty sure he’s making Spock a little crazy.”

She patted his arm. “You two need to lighten up.”

“Uh-huh. How did you like meeting Dad’s parents in the beginning?”

Mom made a face. “That was different. George’s father was so intimidating and I could tell he didn’t like me.”

Jim arched both brows at her.

“Now, Jim, that’s not true with Sarek.” She paused. “Is it?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “Spock doesn’t think so, but we didn’t meet in the greatest of circumstances.”

“Your actions have saved millions of lives, Jim. Including Vulcans. Including his son. That has to count for something.”

“Yeah. But you’re a little biased.” He smiled and hugged her.

“Come on in and have dessert with us. Spock and Sarek are making a special spiced tea they want us to try.”


Jim followed her back in the house and the two of them paused as they both watched the two Vulcans working side by side in the kitchen.

“You know, he is pretty cute.”

Jim smiled. “I know. That’s part of why I bonded with him.”

“That’s nice, dear.” She shook her head. “But not Spock. Sarek.”

She wandered off toward the kitchen.

“Oh, God.” He buried his face in his hands. Yep, his head was definitely getting worse.

“James? Your tea is prepared.”

“Coming,” he muttered. And prepared to watch his mother flirt with Spock’s father.

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