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Flash Fic (Roommates), February 03, 2021

NSFW

Jim’s lips on his are warm…hot even…and Spock wants to drown in them. He’s been kissed dozens of time before, yet, illogically this feels like his first time.

First he framed Jim’s face, hands on his jaw, holding him to Spock, not that he was trying to remove himself. But it quickly ramped up his desire as Spock felt the tightness in his pajama pants due to his rising erection.

He slid his hands down from Jim’s face to his round buttocks, squeezing there.

“Spock,” Jim moaned.

Spock was well aware there flimsy cheaply bought sofa would be no match for intense sexual activity, so he with his hands still gripping Jim’s bottom, he rose from the couch and carried Jim toward Spock’s bedroom.

He soon had Jim on the bed, Spock atop him, hungrily kissing him, devouring those plump lips, hands eagerly smoothing over Jim’s still clothed body.

“Off,” Spock grunted against Jim’s lips.

Spock wasn’t even sure how they got all their clothes off, but as soon as they did, he was right back to kissing Jim, rubbing their erections together. It was too much really, as they were both on fire for each other.

Spock got a hand between them then, grasping both of their hard, straining cocks. He stroked them once, twice, three times. And that was enough. They both came, cum coating over Spock’s fingers and the bed.

Jim made a noise that sounded like “unnh” and Spock returned to kissing him.

***

Jim panted, turning over onto his back, naked body slicked with sweat. “How-how many times is that?”

“I did not count.”

“Fuck, you’re insatiable.”

“It would seem so.” Spock flopped onto his back beside Jim. He supposed at some point he should get up and get a wash cloth or something to wash them off. He didn’t feel like it now, though. After just pumping cum into Jim’s ass for the the…well as Spock said, he had not counted…he did not at all feel able to move.

“Next time it’s my turn,” Jim mumbled.

“You think so?”

“Uh-huh. My ass is too sore for more, mister.” But Jim was grinning. And looking so beautiful and debauched, really, Spock’s breath caught.   

“Perhaps it is best to rest for a time,” Spock replied. “It is now morning and we have not yet had breakfast.”

“True and I’m starving.” Jim yawned. “Weren’t we supposed to have class like an hour ago?”

“Indeed. Apparently we have decided to shirk our responsibilities today.”

Jim laughed. “Okay, yeah, so I can totally see me doing that, in fact, well I have, but it’s a little bit surprising for you to.”

“You are a terrible influence.” Spock ran a hand over Jim’s stomach. “Jim, may I make an inquiry?”

“Yeah, of course. You can ask me anything.”

“One evening, a while back, I saw you with an Orion female—”

“Gaila,” Jim supplied.

“Yes. Are you…”

“Wait. Is that why you…” Jim sat up. “She was just…I don’t know. A diversion.”

“A diversion?”

Jim laughed and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Spock, I’ve been crazy in love with you since you picked me up that night my bike broke down. Only, I don’t know, you didn’t seem even a little interested, and I…I just.”

“I had diversions, too,” Spock admitted.

Jim’s smile was gentle. “I know. What do you say we forget all that crap and just admit we want each other?”

“I am more than amenable to that.”

Jim once more flopped down on the bed, but he tugged Spock over him when doing so.

“What about breakfast?” Spock asked.

“Eh. Shut up and kiss me.”    

Flash Fic (Roommates), January 27, 2021

“How’s the new place?”

Spock paused in the middle of cutting his asparagus spears in half. He was seated in the cafeteria at a table across from his fellow cadet and friend, Nyota Uhura.

“It is…an interesting experience.”

Nyota smirked. “What does that mean exactly?”

“The last two nights the neighbors in the building next door have had loud parties that have not ceased until one in the morning. While I do not need as much sleep as full Humans, I do find the experience troublesome. Jim acquired ear plugs and has visited there a couple of times to request they cease. He said if they do not his next choice is to acquire a phaser.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh dear. He’s threatening to become violent?”

“I believe his words are in jest.” Spock shrugged. “Otherwise the living situation is manageable.”

“Hmm.” She tapped a manicured fingernail on the table. “Did you sign a lease?”

“A six month one, yes.”

“Too bad. Or I’d tell you to move.”

“Who’s moving?” Jim slammed down a lunch tray, causing the fries in the little paper container to jump and spill on the table. He didn’t seem to care, because as he wedged himself in next to Spock, he scooped one off the table and popped it into his mouth.

“No one. I was simply telling Nyota about our neighbors.”

“Oh. Right. They’re going to be moving if I have anything to say about it.”

“I’m surprised, Kirk,” Nyota spoke up, leaning back in her chair with her frappe. “I expected you to ask to join them.”

“Me? Nope. I’m actually a bit of a nerd,” Jim said. “Not the partying kind.”

She didn’t seem convinced, but she didn’t pursue the topic.

Jim looked at Spock’s plate. “You’re gonna get asparagus pee.”

Spock could practically hear Nyota’s eyes rolling. Her chair scooted back and she rose. “I have to get to class. Tea later, Spock?”

“Yes, that would be agreeable.”

Jim watched her leave, his lips pursed. “Don’t think she likes me much.”

Spock was surprised by this. “She has never said so.”

Jim smiled. “What are you up to tonight? After tea with Uhura.”

“I have no specific plans. I might go to the Science Library.”

“Mm. Okay.”

“What about you?”

“Nothing I guess. There’s a Rom Com marathon on tonight and I thought I might veg on the couch and watch that with a big bowl of popcorn. I thought maybe you’d like to veg with me, but if you want to study, that’s cool.”

Spock absolutely should not ‘veg’ with Jim on the couch watching Rom Coms. He should stick with the idea of studying at the library. Because he needed to have at least some distance between himself and Jim.

But as he was about to say that he would commit to studying, he glanced at Jim, and those sapphire eyes. His stomach hurt again.

“I can go to the library tomorrow night instead,” he heard himself say.

“Sweet.”   

Spock inwardly sighed. But on the other hand, it also meant he would not come home to a sock on Jim’s door.

Flash Fic (Roommates), January 20, 2021

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Spock now found himself getting an apartment in an old Victorian neighborhood where the former stately homes had been converted to apartments. Theirs was on the second floor and had two bedrooms, one bathroom, a small kitchen, and an even smaller living room.  He wasn’t even sure he should have gotten the place. It had all been to get away from seeing Jim every day in their dorm, but since Jim was now coming with him, it seemed a waste to rent an apartment when they could just continue to live in their dorm together.

But to admit that would be to admit to Jim he really had intended to get away from him.

So, they packed up their few belongings, and moved to the rental about a ten minute walk from the campus. They’d had to get furniture too.

On moving day, Spock noted the appearance of Jim’s new friend, another cadet who was a doctor, named Leonard McCoy. Jim inexplicably called him “Bones”.  At first Spock thought he might be a boyfriend, but after studying their interactions, Spock didn’t think so. Unusual though, considering Jim had declared Spock was his only real friend. That certainly didn’t seem to be the case, so that left Spock wondering why Jim would lie.

That night, after they’d all shared pizza on moving day, Jim said goodbye to “Bones” and turned to Spock with a stunning smile.

“Well, that’s it. We’re all moved in to our new place.”

“Indeed.”

“Feels pretty good, I’d say. I never even really thought about moving off campus before. I mean it seemed kinda cool to live just across the hall from other cadets.”

Spock pursed his lips. “You could have stayed there if that had been your preference, I did not intend to remove you from something you enjoyed.”

Jim waved this away and moved away from the door he had been leaning on after bidding goodbye to McCoy. “I’ll enjoy this too. I actually like the idea of it being just the two of us.” He laughed. “Well unless one of us has someone over anyway.”

“Mm.”

“Speaking of, do you want to have some kind of signal?”

“Signal?” Spock had moved into the kitchen to make himself tea.

“Well, you know, if you have someone over for, um, well, stuff you’d rather not be interrupted for. We could put a sock on the doorknob of our rooms or something. That kind of thing.”

For several heartbeats, Spock was aware he simply stared at Jim, unable to form a response.

“Spock?”

He shook his head. “I don’t intend to bring anyone of that nature over.”

“Are you sure because…”

“I am quite sure.” Spock poured his tea. “If the occasion comes up, I will visit their dwelling, which allows me to leave without the awkwardness of asking them to do so.”

“Oh.” Jim nodded, smiling tentatively. “That definitely makes sense. Well. I don’t know if I’ll have any, um, occasion to, uh, bring someone over, but if I do, I’ll put something like the sock on my door.”

“Very well,” Spock said simply.

This was Jim’s apartment too, after all, so he could hardly forbid his adult roommate from having paramours over. He wanted to, though.

But this was sort of a nightmare of his own making simply because he could not admit to Jim he didn’t want to live with him.

“All right, then, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go use the shower for the first time.” Jim grinned.

“I have no objection whatsoever.”

“Cool.”

And Jim disappeared to his room to get ready for his shower.

Spock stared at his communication device. Currently his mother was in San Francisco with his father. Sarek had ambassadorial duties that required him being present there at the moment, and Amanda had chosen to come with him to see Spock and other family members and friends. She’d notified him a few days earlier.

He sent her a message.

“Mother, are you free to meet me for a late dinner tonight?”

A moment later, the response.

“What time?”

“Eight-thirty.”

“Bronson’s?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

He closed his communicator. Some motherly advice might just be in order.    

Flash Fic Repeat

I am not yet ready to go full blown flash fics yet so I decided to post a flash fic from December 2018

Stuck With Me

“We cannae beam you up at this moment, Commander.”

Spock closed his eyes briefly, then opened them and tried to focus. “The captain is severely injured, Mr. Scott. Without emergency treatment, he will likely not survive.”

“Spock.”

The hoarse, pained whisper had him flinching, but he did not look in the captain’s direction.

“Mr. Spock, if I even attempted it, your particles would break up in space. We’re working on it as fast as we can,” Scott replied, sounding as though he might cry.

“Understood. Contact me as soon as you have news. Spock out.”

He closed his communicator and glanced toward Jim, who lay bleeding against the wall of the cave Spock had carried his injured body to earlier. Outside, snow fell on this particular nightmare of a planet. He’d bundled the captain up as best he could, but he could see Jim shaking and his teeth chattering.

“Spock, just take these blankets and wrap yourself up in them so when you’re rescued, you’ll be okay,” Jim said, his voice a weak whisper.

“You need them, Captain. You are freezing.”

“I’m gonna die, Spock.”

“No.” He spoke too sharply. He knew that. When they were back on the Enterprise and Jim was all right, then he could reprimand Spock. “You will not die.”

“You heard Scotty. He can’t get me on the ship.”

“They will get you on the ship and Dr. McCoy will give you the necessary treatment and you will be all right,” Spock insisted.

Spock knelt down next to Jim, who visibly shivered. His eyes were dim and pain-filled.

“Spock, please, just take the blankets and stuff and stay warm.”

“No.”

“That’s an order.”

“Court-martial me when we return to the Enterprise.”

Jim closed his eyes.

“Jim!”

He shook his head slightly. “I’m here. I haven’t left yet.”

“And you will not.” Spock reached for Jim’s hand, it was so cold, it was like he was holding a hand made from ice. Spock began to feel despondent. This could not be how it ended. No. “I will add my body heat to yours.”

Jim just looked at him now and didn’t even protest which worried him even more. He placed himself next to Jim on the cave floor, gathered him close and then wrapped the emergency blankets around the two of them.

“I think I should tell you something,” Spock said then.

Jim did not respond, he just sagged against Spock. Breathing, though barely. Spock was beginning to panic.

“I intended to discuss this with you at a more convenient time, but—”

“There may not be any more time,” Jim rasped out.

Spock would not say that. Could not. And he refused to even think that. “I have felt this way for many months. Perhaps longer. When we first began our romantic relationship, I should have told you then, but I held back for fear…it does not matter. I love you, Jim. And I want you as my bondmate.”

Jim looked at his through pain-filled eyes. “Bondmate?”

“Yes. In fact, I would bond with you right now.”

“Spock—”

Spock knew he was taking a big risk, but he was desperate. He could not, would not lose Jim.

He put his hand on Jim’s cold face. So cold. Too cold. He spread his fingers out.

“My mind to your mind. My thoughts to your thoughts. Parted and never parted. Together and always.”

He was in Jim’s mind. Even as he entered, he felt the dimness, the weakening. Jim was fading. Everything that was Jim was dying. Going. Spock was nearly too late.

Jim. Come to me.

Nothing.

T’hy’la, come.

Again nothing. Jim’s consciousness faded more. Spock focused.

James. Reach for my hand.

In Spock’s mind he created an image of himself and an image of Jim. They both wore their uniforms, though Jim’s shirt was ripped and torn, covered in way too much blood. He held his hand out toward Jim.

Jim’s gaze flicked to Spock’s face and then down to his hand.

Yes, ashayam. Take it. Bond with me.

Jim took a step forward, then looked down at the blood on his shirt then back up at Spock. He extended his hand again toward Jim.

Choose me.

Jim stumbled forward, his hand reaching out and Spock took a step closer to him, seizing hold of his hand, closing his fingers into Jim’s, and tugging him close. In his mind, Spock put his hand on Jim’s face, as he was doing in the cave.

“We are one, always. This is the Vulcan heart, this is the Vulcan soul.”

Jim’s eyes widened slightly.

“Heal, my Jim.”

Jim sagged against him and collapsed in Spock’s arms.

****

“How did you get him into the healing trance?” McCoy asked Spock much later as Jim lay on the biobed in the medbay. Jim was still much paler than Spock would have liked, but the doctor assured Spock Jim would be all right.

Spock hesitated. “It is something that Vulcans and their mates can do.”

McCoy looked at Spock. Frowned. “Mates? What sort of mates?”

“Bondmates.”

“What? When? Spock—”

“Hey, no yelling.”

Spock immediately turned to Jim, whose eyes were open staring openly at him and the doctor. “Jim!”

McCoy immediately began to scan their captain.

Jim looked past the doctor to Spock. He smiled. “Hey you.”

Spock could not speak, he just looked into Jim’s beautiful blue eyes, full of life.

McCoy frowned. “How do you feel?”

“Good. Thanks to you, Bones. And to Spock.”

“Yeah, listen, Spock said something about mates and I—

“Yeah.” Jim smiled. “Spock’s my husband now. You’d better be nice.” Then he laughed softly.

McCoy rolled his eyes. “I’ll be right back. Married, God help me.”

Spock scooted closer and grabbed Jim’s hand. His warm hand. So warm. “Ashayam.”

“Spock, I love you. And I’m pretty sure you knew that long before I told you, but are you sure about this?”

“Very.”

“Yeah? Because, aren’t you stuck with me now?” He smiled, but it was a little hesitant.

“Negative.”

“You’re not?”

Spock squeezed his hand. “I am afraid you are stuck with me.”

Flash Fic, November 25, 2020

Once more we spend time with Jim and Spock from the Who Does Spock Wake Up With series of flashes (last seen around Halloween)

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Jim is nervous bringing Spock to meet his mom. There’s nothing wrong with his mom and nothing wrong with Spock, for that matter, but he’s never taken that kind of step before and it feels big.

There’s a short break from the Academy that allows them to make the trip to Riverside by Shuttle. Since it coincides with what used to be Thanksgiving where Iowa is, Mom has decided to have a feast like they did before to show gratitude for what they have.

Jim reminds her several times Spock is a vegetarian but even though he is sure he must be annoying about it by now, Mom dutifully accepts the reminders and tells him not to worry.

He’s not left Spock out either. He’s told his boyfriend many times not to expect much, they live in a simple farmhouse outside of Riverside, there’s nothing fancy, and it might be cold.

“Yes, so you have said,” Spock says again, as they finally board the shuttle.

Jim’s palms are sweaty and he feels a little queasy and he knows it’s all ridiculous. Mom will love Spock and Spock will be nice to his mom. He has nothing to worry about.

Except he loves Spock. He does. And as he’s sitting on the shuttle making their way to his mom’s idea of an old-fashioned Thanksgiving, Jim wonders if he’s ever said those words to Spock. Spock’s a touch telepath, yes, and Spock is always touching him, so surely he knows, but maybe Spock wants the words. He replays all their interactions in his head, mostly to distract himself.

Then he recalls that yes he has and he lets out a sigh of relief.

“Thank God.”

“Jim?”

“I…I was trying to remember if I had said I love you. You know out loud.”

“You have.”

Jim smiles. “Yes.”

“And I returned that declaration.”

His smile widens. “I remember.”

Spock takes Jim’s hand. It is under a table on the shuttle that is placed in front of them so they can enjoy beverages should they wish to, so the sight of their clasped hands is mostly hidden from anyone nosey enough to pay attention. Jim doesn’t think anyone is.

“Everything will be well, Jim. There is no need for such nerves.”

“Yeah. I’ve just. It’s a lot.”

“Wait until you meet my father.”

Jim laughs because Spock says it so dry he thinks Spock is trying to lighten things up with a joke. Spock’s lips are curved upward a tiny bit. And Jim has met some of Spock’s stodgy Vulcan friends.

“Is the point of the upcoming feast to show what one is grateful for?”

“Yep.”

Spock squeezes Jim’s hand. “I am most grateful to be with you and to have you invite me to meet your mother.”

Emotion overwhelms Jim’s ability to speak, but he leans in and gives Spock a very quick, chaste kiss.

He’s not less nervous, not really, but he feels good, and knows Spock is right. Everything will be well.

Flash Fic, November 18, 2020

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Spock watched as his boyfriend frantically ran back and forth through their apartment, making food for their friends and family. He did what he could do to assist him, but Jim often shooed him away, declaring he wanted to do most of it himself.

Spock had finally been sent out to get more tea, he thought they had plenty, and whipped cream. It was a little chilly out, so Spock had dressed himself in the sweater Jim had given him for his last birthday.

But as he stood there, Jim didn’t even seem to notice he had returned. And he smelled something burning.

“Jim. Something has burned…”

Jim stopped and gave him a look. He looked crestfallen. “I know. I burned the crust of one of my pies. Now I have to start all over.”

“Start all over…Jim. Didn’t you make three pies?”

“Yes.”

“Won’t the other two pies be enough? Considering McCoy is making a pie as well, that seems more than enough.”

Jim sighed. “It’s not. And anyway I can’t possibly let Bones beat me in pie making.”

“What is the difference?”

“You just don’t know me at all!” Jim threw up his arms and turned away from Spock.

Spock decided he desperately needed meditation. He loved Jim. He did. So much it was nearly overwhelming in the best of times. These were not the best of times. When he got like this, Spock just did not know what to do.

He put the tea and whipped cream on the counter and left to their bedroom to meditate and leave Jim to overdo.

Spock reemerged later to find Jim lying on the couch, asleep.

He saw three perfectly baked pies cooling in the kitchen and many other dishes Jim had made ahead of time. Many of them were vegetarian.

Spock knelt down next to Jim on the couch. His recently acquired glasses were crooked on his face. Spock carefully removed them, set them aside, and leaned down to kiss Jim gently.

Jim opened his eyes and stared at Spock. “Hi.”

Spock smiled very slightly. “Hello Jim.”

“Are you mad?”

“Not at all. Are you?”

“Course not. I didn’t mean to make you leave.”

“It was best for both of us that I meditate. May I suggest that tomorrow you allow me to assist you?”

“I’ll try. Want to join me here?”

Spock looked at the small couch. “Not a lot of room.”

Jim smiled. “Not a lot needed. Come on. I see you’re cold. Sweater looks good on you.”

Spock kicked off his shoes and placed himself on the couch after Jim moved over. He was right, there wasn’t really enough room, but as Jim’s body was mostly on Spock’s, he found he did not mind.

Tomorrow all their friends and family would invade, and he would have no time alone with Jim, but for now…this soothed him.

Flash Fic, November 11, 2020

I want to thank all of our Veterans for their service for our country. And I want to thank the family of Veterans for the sacrifices they have all made in support of their loved ones.

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Jim kept by his mother’s side through the entire service dedicated to her deceased husband and son. George of course many years ago in service for Starfleet. George Samuel, far more recently. Though his death was as a result of an invasive alien organism on the planet, Deneva, he’d been working for Starfleet in the labs there.

His mother remained fairly stoic throughout the service until they handed her the folded United Federation flag. Then she had collapsed into Jim’s arms.

They went to her hotel room after. He’d asked her if she wanted to go to a restaurant, but she hadn’t wanted to be on display there, and Jim couldn’t blame her. She would be returning to Riverside in the morning.

Jim ordered room service instead. Tea and coffee and all kinds of food that the four them likely could never finish.

Spock stepped up to stand beside them as they both watched Winona Kirk speak softly to Peter Kirk, Sam and Aurelan’s surviving son. He would go to Riverside with her in the morning, to be taken care of by her now. Aurelan’s parents had passed on more than five years earlier.

“You are well?” Spock asked, softly.

“About as well as can be expected.”

“I know what it is like to lose a sibling.”

Jim looked at him. “Yeah?”

“One day perhaps I will tell you about them.”

“Them?”

“Mm. The important thing is you and your family now. I was surprised they’d never had a service for your father.”

Jim shrugged a little. “They had one for all those lost that day, not Dad specifically. At the time, she didn’t want one. But with Sam’s death, well, she arranged it for both of them.”

Spock touched his fingers to Jim and Jim smiled a little.

“Thanks for being here.”

“I could be nowhere else.”

Jim squeezed his arm, kissed him lightly, and then turned to his mom and nephew. He walked over to where they sat talking, kneeled down, and hugged them.

Flash Fic, November 04, 2020

Spock knew his silence was bothering Jim as they made the journey to New Vulcan. He knew it by the furtive glances Jim kept throwing his way.

But the truth was Spock was at a loss what to say to Jim, what to say to anyone, really.

He was, of course, grateful for Jim’s support and offer to go to New Vulcan with him. He hadn’t really wanted anyone else to go with him, though Nyota had half-heartedly offered. The end of their romantic relationship, finally for good, had been too recent and too raw for both of them, and though he had appreciated that she had even bothered to make the suggestion, he was just as happy to be able to say that Jim had already pledged to make the trip with Spock.

But Spock’s nerves were raw and he entirely blamed his human side for the difficulties he now experienced.

“Spock.”

He had been waiting for Jim to initiate conversation with him, because Spock was well aware that it was nearly impossible for Jim to remain quiet. It just wasn’t in him.

Generally, Spock was amused by this and even entertained. His relationship, his…feelings…had definitely changed over time. But just then he had trouble finding amusement or entertainment in anything. He wondered if he simply did not answer Jim, if he would drop it.

“Hey.”

Apparently not. Jim had reached over to squeeze Spock’s arm. Spock’s gaze met Jim’s and what he saw did offer him some comfort.

“It’s going to be all right, you know.”

Spock blew out a breath. “I know that I am being altogether…” He almost said ridiculous but substituted “illogical, but it simply never occurred to me that my father would have another wife after the death of my mother.”

“Mm. I can see that. But maybe he got lonely. I don’t know. But there’s also the…uh…you know…the unmentionable.”

Spock gave his captain a look. Pursed his lips. “I only mentioned that aspect to you out of duress and I did ask you to forget it.”

Jim smiled, but it was a gentle smile. He tapped his temple. “Got a good memory, I’m afraid.”

Spock’s stomach fluttered and he knew this was absolutely not the time to discuss this at all, given the circumstances, but he’d been putting it off for so long that it was like an elephant in the room, as humans would say, and they still had hours to go before they would reach the colony.

And anyway, if what Spock wished to happen, what he thought was the case, that everything was completely returned, then Jim would have needed to know all that Spock told him at some point anyway.

“That knowledge may serve you well in the future,” Spock said quietly. “But I ask that you make no direct reference to it when we meet with my father and his new wife.”

“I know that, Spock. I’m not that much of a doofus.”

“Hardly that.”

Spock’s attention drifted elsewhere for a moment, but he was still keenly aware that Jim watched him. Finally, Spock put down the tea that he decided not to pretend he was drinking any longer.   

“Jim, I am grateful for your company at this difficult time.”

“That’s a declaration of love right there if ever I heard one.”

Spock blinked at him. “A-a what?”

Jim shook his head. “Are we really going to continue to dance around the fact we’re hot for each other?”

“Jim.”

Jim rolled his eyes. “That’s your scandalized tone, but there’s no one else around us right now. Am I mistaken?”

“I don’t see anyone either.”

Jim’s laugh was soft, lilting, very welcome even in these times. “That’s deflection and not at all what I was referencing.”

Spock closed his eyes and leaned toward Jim in their shuttle seat. “You are not mistaken.”

“Good. Listen, we’ll get through this together. I know what it’s like to have a stepparent. Hopefully she’s better than Frank.”

Spock looked down at his clenched hands. “She is three quarters Vulcan only. But considering our circumstances…”

“What’s the other quarter?”

His heart clenched. “Romulan.”

“Spock,” Jim whispered and put his hand over Spock’s.

He shook his head. “She is, of course, not responsible for Nero’s murder of my mother in any way and yet I…”

“I know.”

Spock looked up and met Jim’s gaze, saw the shared sorrow there. “We share that our parents were both murdered by Nero.”

“Yes, and he was a Romulan. But not all Romulans. Things are…tense with them still. I know. And there’s the neutral zone to deal with. But your father, he found something to like in her, yeah?”

Spock nodded. Moved closer to Jim. It was the absolute worse time to begin a relationship of his own with his captain, his best friend, the man he admired over all, and yet…it was also the best time.

“Yes, Jim.”

He turned his hands over to put his palm against Jim’s, thrilled by the warmth and the beginning of…everything.

Jim smiled and despite being Vulcan, despite his nerves, Spock smiled back.   

Flash Fic, October 28, 2020

“What are you doing out there anyway?”

Nyota’s voice seemed to echo off the walls of the buildings around Spock as he continued walking along the cobbled path in the middle of the park about a mile from his apartment and Starfleet Academy.

“I am meeting my date.”

“Who is this guy?”

“I am not entirely certain. It is, as you would say, a blind date.”

“Spock? Is that wise?”

“Someone my mother set me up with. I cannot imagine she would set me up with someone untoward.”

“Hmm. I guess not.  But it’s late. Where are you meeting him?”

“At the other entrance of the park and then we are to go for tea and coffee at the twenty-hour hour café.”

“Why didn’t you just meet there?”

Spock’s steps faltered slightly. “I am not certain. He just said to meet at the other entrance and we would go together.”

He paused looking up at the full moon. There were clouds on the edge that if they moved a little would cover up the moon. And Spock knew there was a possibility of rain that night.

Spock heard a distant rustling and then it seemed to be coming closer to his position. And then a low…growl.

“Spock? You okay?”

“I…believe so. I heard an indistinguishable sound.”

“Get out of that park as fast as you can, Spock. I don’t like this.”

“I tend to agree. I will contact you when I am on the other side. Spock out.”

He shoved the communicator into his pocket and quickened pace.

He was approaching the entrance when something ran across the path directly in front of him about a hundred yards away. Spock stilled.

He was not certain he was seeing correctly for it looked to be either a very large dog or a wolf. There were no wolves in San Francisco.

It stopped, turned, and stared at Spock. The teeth bared and he heard that same low growl. From where Spock stood the creature’s eyes seemed to glow preternaturally from within.

Suddenly it got darker and Spock dared a glance up, noting the clouds were moving in front of the full moon.

The creature whimpered and then dashed off, back into the shrubbery.     

Spock waited only a moment before hurrying forward and in a run to the entrance.

He texted Nyota instead of calling her.

 There was no one there at first, but only a moment later, a man appeared.

“Hey. There you are.”

Spock stared in rapt attention at the man. He was beautiful with sandy hair and sapphire blue eyes and a bright, warm smile.

“Spock right? Jim Kirk.”

Kirk held out his hand as though to shake Spock’s and Spock very nearly put his hand out to take the other man’s.

But then Jim Kirk dropped his hand, but not the bright smile. “Sorry. Old habits. You okay? You look a little pale.”

“Did you…come by way of the park?” Spock asked instead of answering.

“Sure. Why?”

Spook shook his head. “Did you see a…wild dog a moment ago?”

“A dog?” Jim laughed a little. “No. Nothing like that. Did you?”

“Perhaps. I am not one generally given to delusions,” Spock said primly. The clouds had entirely covered the moon now.

“Sorry. I didn’t see anything.” Jim moved closer. “You ready to go have our date?”

“I am, yes.” He fell into step next to Jim. “Our mothers are friends.”

“Yeah, my mom said. I’m in command track at the Academy.”

“Science.”

“Cool. I love really smart guys.”

Spock arched a brow. “Indeed.”

They went into the café and had their beverages. They spent a long time talking and made plans to see each other the next day for dinner.

Jim walked Spock to his apartment. “Back to the dorm for me. Have a good night, Spock. See you tomorrow.”

Spock was only mildly surprised when Jim leaned in and kissed him. But it was a very pleasant one.

He went up the stairs to his apartment and was inside and in his bedroom, about to close the open window because the air coming in was quite cold.

His communicator chirped so he flipped it open. “I am home now, Nyota.”

“Good. How’d it go?”

“Very well. I am seeing him tomorrow.”

She chuckled. “Cute?”

“Gorgeous.”

He heard a howl then that made his skin prickle and a chill go up his spine.

“Spock?”

He closed the window. “Nothing. Yes. It was good. Very.”

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