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Rambles April 18 2019

Today is the last day of the week for me at work. I had to drive my own ass in today too because M gets off 2 hours early from his job since for them, tomorrow is a holiday. For me it’ s a vacation day.

Our plans are to sleep in, then go to breakfast. Then I need to make a trip to a candy store to finish off my Easter baskets. After that it’s home so that M can put our new light fixtures in our bathroom. The ones in there now over the vanities are original from when our townhome was built in the 1980s. They started going bad a while ago and now none of them work at all. They are all the same in our bathroom, the spare, and the one downstairs. We bought four new ones, two for our bathroom, and one each for the others as they all needed replacing. Anyway, wish us luck because obviously we are not electricians!

As you know, Sunday is Easter, and I’m going to the family’s that day. Not sure yet what my plans are for Saturday other than sleeping! Ha.

I updated My Heart’s a Virgin, so that’s something. I also got the first flash for May done. I’m hoping to get another flash for May done today. We’ll see how that goes. Next up in regular updates is still All I Ever Wanted. But I am in no real hurry to update it, so that’s a wait and see also.

And that’s basically where I am at right now. Hope everyone has a good weekend and Easter, etc.

Trashing the Tree, Part 7

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For a moment, Spock continued to stand where he was, looking at the spot where Jim had lately been.

A most unusual reaction.

For him, anyway.

Spock was well aware Jim was an uncommonly handsome human male. There was not a thing wrong with Spock’s eyesight.

But he had just had a very strong reaction to the unexpected appearance of Jim’s pectoral muscles. His mouth was dry, his pulse raced, and there was an uncomfortable tightness in Spock’s trousers that could quickly become embarrassing if Jim noticed.

He was fairly convinced that Jim shared his romantic interest, but that did not mean he would appreciate a Vulcan in heat attacking him.

Spock turned and went into the kitchen. Jim’s coffee had finished brewing so Spock made himself busy by pouring Jim’s coffee and making his tea.

It was only a few more minutes before Jim appeared on the edge of the kitchen. He’d chosen a sweater himself, this one red and decorated with a big gold package tied with green ribbons.

Jim laughed when he saw Spock staring at him. “The ugly Christmas sweater, right? I actually bought this the other day, you know, when I thought Mom was coming, and since I already bought it, I decided to just wear it instead of returning it.”

While Spock very much preferred Jim’s bare chest, he decided the sweater was not all that bad. “It looks good on you.” He handed Jim the coffee mug.

“Yeah? Thanks again for this. Sorry I conked out on you last night. It’s been kind of a wickedly stressful week.”

“Has it?” Spock noticed that Jim leaned against the doorjamb, his feet bare of socks or shoes.

“Yeah, you know finals and then trying to get ready for the holiday, seeing Bones off, thinking Mom was coming.” He shrugged.

“I am certain you did well on your exams.”

“I hope so.” Jim smiled. “Shall we have our breakfast?”

“Certainly.” He followed Jim to the table and they spread out the croissants for eating. “What are your plans for today?”

“Oh nothing, really. I kind of kept it all open to let Mom decide.” Jim sighed as be picked up a big buttery looking croissant. “I feel stupid now.”

“There is nothing stupid in being hopeful, Jim.”

“I guess. But I know better, you know? Or I should have. How about you?”

“No specific plans.” Spock hesitated and then said, “My mother had wished for me to come to Vulcan for the break.”

“Yeah? What happened? Stuff at the Academy kept you from going?”

“In a manner of speaking.” Spock did not know if he should admit to Jim that he was the reason for him staying but he did not want to lie either. Vulcans did not lie. “I stayed because of you.”

Mirror Christmas, Flash Fic, 12/21/2018

This pair is the Mirror Spock and Mirror Kirk from several chapters of Going Boldly. I had the urge to revisit them and show them together.

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Jim turned from his terminal just as Spock stepped inside his quarters.

“You did not attend the holiday party.”

He shrugged. “I got busy. Was comming with Mom for a long time.”

“The holiday party you had a part in organizing.” Spock sat on the edge of the desk. “Is there a problem with your mother?”

“No. Just the holiday stuff. She’s on Deneva with my brother and his family.”

“Your brother?” Spock arched a brow. “You do not mention him. Is he someone with whom you do not keep in touch?”

Jim smiled. “You could say that. He left home when I was a kid. That changed my life forever and not for the good. He can rot for all I care.”

Spock just stared at him, his brown eyes becoming more intense. “Is he someone I will need to take care of?”

Jim raised his eyebrows. “Take care of?” He frowned, then shook his head. “No, Spock. You cannot dispatch all my enemies.”

“I can, ashayam,” Spock assured him. “To do so would be my greatest honor. Name the location of your tormenters and they will cease to exist.”

“Er, yeah. Sam’s just a dick, he’s not a tormenter. Not anymore.”

“Past tormentor—”

“Spock, no. I thought you’d be at the party longer. With Uhura.”

“Nyota is still there enjoying herself.”

“I hope you didn’t leave the party to check on me, Spock. It’s not necessary.”

“You are my t’hy’la. My place is by your side.”

“If you were enjoying yourself—” Jim stopped and laughed. “Oh. Sorry. I forgot Vulcans don’t enjoy.”

“Not without their mates.” Spock fingered his beard as he looked at Jim. “There is still so much you hold back from me, Adun.”

“Spock.” He shook his head.

“I know you have your reasons for keeping so many things secret. You are very powerful, for one who is psi-null, in blocking large portions of your thoughts and memories.” Spock reached for Jim’s hand and held on to it. “You still do not trust that I am no threat to you. I worship you. My devotion to you is absolute, ashayam.”

Jim looked down at their entwined hands. “Do you remember when you went to the other universe after the other Jim?”

Spock frowned. “I thought you no longer thought about that time. That you had forgiven me my trespasses.”

“I have forgiven you,” Jim agreed, his gaze rising to Spock. “But no longer think about it? That is not possible.”

“Jim.” The Vulcan fidgeted, looking suddenly quite vulnerable.

“I love you,” he assured Spock.  He brought Spock’s hand to his lips and kissed the fingers there, earning him a shiver. “I do. I think I did even before you betrayed me by going after the other Jim Kirk.”

“I was a fool. I loved you, but you seemed completely unattainable.”

“I was then,” Jim admitted. “I wanted nothing to do with you or anyone. I was convinced you would murder me given the chance.”

“Perhaps then I would have. I would give my life a hundred times over for you. You are my life.”

Jim smiled and kissed Spock’s hand once more. “You are my holiday miracle.”

Spock’s brows furrowed. “We did not get together during the holidays.”

Jim laughed. “I know, babe. The thing is, when you left our universe to go find some pale, ridiculous imitation of me—”

“He was not ridiculous. He was precious and did not—”

“Watch yourself, Vulcan.” His eyes narrowed.

“He can never compare to you, my Adun.”

“I was…furious. Hurt. Betrayed. And I wanted you dead.”

“James—”

Jim got up from his desk chair and straddled Spock’s legs, putting his arms around his Vulcan. “Not anymore, babe. Not anymore.”

Spock kissed him, deep and hard and hungry. “I will destroy anyone that comes near you.”

“I just…I trust you. I wouldn’t be here with you, if I didn’t. But you’re the only one I trust. Probably the only one I can ever trust. And I hope that you really do love me.”

“Beyond belief,” Spock whispered. He pulled Jim close, burying his face in Jim’s chest. “That you even give me the time of day—”

“Shh. No talk like that. It’s the holidays. Why don’t we both quit working and have some fun?”

Spock leaned back to meet his gaze. “You want to go to the party?”

“Do I look crazy? Don’t answer that. I avoided that revelry on purpose. You know that. I could have spoken to Mom another time. Parties give me the—”

“Willies. Yes, I am aware of your odd Terran phrases.” Spock pulled him closer. “And I know why. I will dispatch—”

“Spock.” Jim gave him a look. “By fun, I meant take me to bed and fuck me over and over until I can’t stand up and I can’t sit in the captain’s chair tomorrow.”

Spock’s lips twitched. “That does not seem particularly unusual.”

Jim smacked him upside the head. “Don’t be smug, Vulcan.”

“That should be ‘don’t be smug, husband.”

“Don’t be smug, Vulcan husband. Satisfied?”

Spock straightened, scooped him up and carried him toward their bed. “No, but I will see that we both are.”

“Did I give you permission to carry me?”

“Negative, my worshipped one.”

Jim sighed as Spock carefully placed him on the bed. “I shall have to punish you later.”

Spock arched a brow. “I look forward to any punishment you can dole out, my T’hy’la.”

“Yes, I am your T’hy’la and don’t you fucking forget it.” He leaned up, so Spock could finish removing his clothes. “Show me. Show me how much you love and want me.”

“I will show you repeatedly.”

Jim smirked. “Merry Christmas. Come.” He dragged Spock to him. “I want to unwrap my present.”

Trashing the Tree, Part 5

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For a long time, Spock continued to sit on the couch with Jim sleeping against his shoulder.

It ended up being a rather unexpected way to spend his evening. He had intended to spend a quiet evening alone in his apartment reading a new astrophysics research paper.

But then he’d come across the mess that was Jim Kirk.

If only he had not been such an appealing mess. Spock probably should not have involved himself. While Jim was not in any of Spock’s classes, he was still a cadet and there was potential for conflict.

But as he watched Jim sleep, Spock found he did not care about that as much as he probably should have.

It wasn’t that he thought no one should be alone for the holidays. Terran holidays held no interest for Spock. He himself had thought to be alone during the break period until his mother had asked him to come home to Vulcan. But even then it was not with the intention to celebrate anything. He had, when he had decided he would go to Vulcan, spending the bulk of his time in meditating solitude. Constantly being barraged by Human emotions took a toll on him and he had looked to the break to ease that toll.

That was no longer an option. Not for Spock.

He could not leave Jim alone, holidays or not, winter break or not, and so, as he’d told his mother, he would not be going to Vulcan. Perhaps in the spring. And if it was not too optimistic, perhaps he would be bringing Jim with him.

For now, Spock decided Jim needed to go to bed. He shifted a little so that Jim was no longer leaning so heavily on his and got up from the couch. Then he reached down and scooped the human up into his arms.

He stirred for just a moment before settling back, continue to sleep as Spock carried him toward what appeared to be the bedrooms of Jim’s apartment. It was set up similarly to Spock’s own, although in Spock’s the second bedroom was his meditation room. Here he was unsure which room belonged to Jim, at least at first glance. But as he lingered in the doorway of the room on the right he decided it did not fit Jim and was likely Leonard McCoy’s.

As soon as he entered the left room, with the unmade bed, Spock knew this was it. It smelled like Jim, which was a pleasing scent indeed.

He carefully placed Jim on the bed. He was fully dressed in jeans and a shirt and Spock actually did consider removing his clothing, but decided they were not yet to the point where that would be appropriate and he pulled up the sheet and blanket to cover the sleeping cadet.

Spock left the bedroom and set about cleaning the apartment. It was not atrociously dirty but it needed work and Spock appeared to have energy to burn. He got rid of all the trash, cleaned the kitchen, straightened the living room.

He even set up the coffeemaker so that in the morning all Jim would have to do was press the button.

At the end of it all, he went to check on Jim, who still lay cocooned amongst the covers, looking very sweet and unexpectedly innocent. Spock once more felt a tug in his side.

Leaving Jim to sleep, Spock slipped out of Jim’s apartment to return to his own. In the morning, he would return to make Jim breakfast, but for now, there was nothing more to be done.

Trashing the Tree, Part 3

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When Jim came out of the kitchen, he looked crestfallen all over again which was really tugging at Spock’s emotions, his heart, if he must admit it. If Spock could do anything it would be to put a smile back on Jim.

“Are you all right?” he asked, stopping himself from calling Jim an endearment neither of them was ready for.

“Yeah. I don’t have any tea. Sorry.”

“It is not a crisis, Jim. My apartment is near, I will get some. The pizza has been ordered and should be here soon. I will return in a moment.”

When he got to his own apartment, he saw on the PADD he had left there, his personal one, rather than his Academy one, that he had a message from his mother to contact her when he had a moment.

He contacted her after locating his tea.

“Oh, Spock! There you are.” She smiled at him. She had removed her customary headscarf and was brushing her brown hair.

“Mother, it is pleasing to see you.”

“And you. I wondered if you had a chance to think about coming to Vulcan during the winter break. You did advise you were considering it.”

Spock hesitated and then nodded. “I have thought about it, and, I admit, I had intended to make the arrangements to go.”

“Oh! Great.” Her smile widened.

“However—”

“Uh oh.”

“I have met someone.”

“Met someone?”

“Indeed. And I find that I am needed here in San Francisco, after all.”

“Oh.” Her smile faded. “Must be someone very important to you, Spock.”

“I believe that he could be, yes.”

‘What’s his name?”

“Jim. James Kirk.”

She nodded. “I have heard that name somewhere.”

“His father, George Kirk, he—”

“Oh, yes, of course. I know now. That poor boy. Very well, Spock. I understand.”

“I do apologize, Mother. If you want, I can change—

“Oh, heavens no. Just keep me posted.” She smiled again. “Talk to you soon, Spock. I love you.”

She was gone before he could reply, not that Spock was certain what to reply or ever was, really. Mother was human and given to frequent expressions of her affection.

He turned and left his apartment to return to Jim’s. He smelled the pizza as he approached. Jim was opening up the box that lay upon his dining room table.

“I apologize I was longer than I anticipated.”

Jim turned, smiling. “It’s all right. I’m glad you came back though.” He laughed. “I was beginning to wonder. But since you already paid for the pizza…which hey. I invited you to dinner, so I should have gotten it.”

“It is a small matter,” Spock assured him. “Just as the tea was.”

Jim nodded. “I drink coffee for the most part, so I just, I’ve never had it here. And Bones doesn’t drink it either.”

“We can leave this box here, for the future.”

Those blue eyes lit up again, all sadness replaced by hope and eagerness. Spock found himself glad he had spoken the words.

“Yeah. Here. Let me get you a slice of pizza. Then I’ll make your tea and we can hit the tree.”

Spock’s brows furrowed. “Hit—”

“Decorate it.” Jim laughed.

It was a more genuine laugh then Spock had heard all night. It caused a fluttering in his side. And though he did not like to disappoint his mother or miss out on the chance to go home, Spock was glad he was not going to Vulcan.

Trashing the Tree, Flash Fic, 12/14/2018

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Spock was coming up the street to his apartment building when he saw a human male struggling with removing a rather large pine tree from inside the building’s foyer out to the sidewalk.

It made no sense to Spock, as the Terran holiday of Christmas had not yet passed, so the human should be bringing the tree inside instead of outside.

Spock walked up the steps and realized he knew this human. Not well, but he knew him. Almost everyone knew James Kirk. He was extremely popular at Starfleet Academy and Spock had him in one of his classes the year before. It did not hurt that he was exceptionally goodlooking by any standards, even Vulcan ones.   Golden hair, blue eyes, pouty red lips. Yes, Spock found him…appealing.

“Do you require assistance, Cadet Kirk?”

Kirk looked at him startled, through the branches of the tree. Even then Spock could see his eyes were wet and rimmed red.

“Are you in distress?” Spock demanded.

“Oh. Um.” The tree rattled and shook and then all of a sudden it lay on the sidewalk at Spock’s feet. “Hi.”

“Good evening.”

Kirk licked his lips. “I, uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to block the entrance into the building, Professor.”

“That is currently not my concern.” Spock surveyed the tree. “Forgive me, Mr. Kirk, but is it not traditional to decorate the tree indoors?”

He nodded, then looked away. “Yeah. Well. Yeah. That’s usually how it works.”

“But?” Spock prodded.

“Oh, everything’s just all messed up, is all.” Kirk sagged against the wall of the building. “I’m throwing it away. The tree, I mean. I’m sure you don’t want to hear about it, sir. Let me just move this out of your way, so you can get in.”

“I would not have asked had I not wished to know. It seems a shame to waste the life of this tree all for naught.”

“Yeah.” Kirk wiped his hand over his face. “Maybe you’re right. It’s just…I don’t know why I keep believing, you know.”

Spock did not know. “I can assist you with bringing it back inside to your apartment if you wish.”

Kirk sighed. Looked down at the ground. “Okay. Yeah. Thanks.”

Spock hefted the pine tree up and then pointed to the door. “If you will open that—”

“Wait, you don’t have to carry that by yourself.”

“Just open the door.”

Kirk opened the door and Spock carried the tree into the foyer. Kirk rushed in after him.

“This tree is too big for the lift. I will take the stairs. What floor is your apartment?”

“Really I—”

“Cadet…Jim. This will be a lot easier if you simply cooperate and advise me where your apartment is.”

“Third floor.”

“Thank you.”

Spock went up the stairs on the right, conscious of Kirk following up after him, apologizing profusely the whole way. Spock ignored him until they reached the third floor and Kirk ran ahead of him, opening a door on the far right of the corridor. Spock carried the tree inside, noticed a tree stand still set up in the middle of the living room and headed there.

“I’m sorry for all this trouble.”

“You do not need to apologize repeatedly.” Spock stuck it in place. “This is a large and beautiful tree.”

“Yeah.” Kirk blushed red. “I, uh, sorry about that.”

“Jim—”

“I mean, about the tree. Being dead. You being Vulcan it probably offends you. I didn’t think. As usual. About anything really.”

“Jim, I would like you to explain what happened to cause you to wish to dispose of this tree.”

Kirk deflated even more if that was possible. “My mom. She had told me she was coming here. To San Francisco and we’d spend Christmas together. It was going to be the first time in years. And I know, I’m way too old for this, but I got a little excited and I went out and got this tree and some decorations and I started planning what we’d eat and just, generally, getting carried away.” He bit his lip.

“She is not coming,” Spock guessed.

“Got it. She contacted me this morning to say, nope, so sorry, Jim. Something came up. Again.” He grimaced. “Something always comes up. Since I was a kid. She was always off planet. Never around. And every time she tells me she’s coming, I believe it all over again like a dummy.”

“I am sorry that she continues to disappoint you,” Spock said. “I do not know her, so I cannot say if she had good intentions or not, but knowing what I do know about you, I cannot imagine that she did not intend to fulfill her obligations when she first promised.”

“I shouldn’t have bought this tree, obviously. No one else is going to be around except me.”

“What about your friend, Leonard McCoy?”

“Georgia.” Jim smiled and shrugged. “And speaking of, I am sure I’m keeping you from Uhura or something.”

“You are not. Nyota has gone for the Winter break as well.”

“And she didn’t take you with her?”

Spock frowned. “Why would she?”

“I thought you two were…together. Together.”

“We are friends. There is no romantic connection if that is what you believe. I admire many qualities Nyota possesses, which is why we are friends.”

“Oh.” Kirk nodded and moistened his lips. Which for some reason Spock always noticed.  “So. Would you…like to stay for dinner?”

“Yes,” Spock said immediately. “And afterward, perhaps, I could help you decorate your tree with the decorations you bought.”

Those blue eyes met his and they were much brighter and lighter than they’d been only moments before.

“I would love that.”

Thanksgiving 2018

thanksgiv-dayToday is Thanksgiving. This day is wrapped up in so many memories, most of them good, though not all.

My dad had a massive stroke in  1991 the day before Thanksgiving. We spent most of that holiday season visiting him in the hospital. He didn’t even make it to the next Thanksgiving, having died that next July.

I remember one year there were many areas on fire on Thanksgiving because we had terrible winds. That Thanksgiving night watching all the news coverage, it was horrible. You’d think you’d get used to it, but you don’t. When I was in high school we had terrible fires around Halloween.

Last year’s Thanksgiving. I was sick for three months, not going to lie. It was bad. I could not get rid of it and I had this terrible whooping sounding cough. We went to a restaurant for our meal instead of M making it and as we were walking into the restaurant, M fell. Didn’t get hurt, but, well, you know. The food wasn’t that great and I was just miserably sick. And it was about 95 degrees out.

This year, it’s supposed to be 66. Big difference. We are having it at our home, homemade by my own personal chef (ha), and I am not sick.

Here is what I am grateful for:

My health, M’s Health, my family, my mother around for another Thanksgiving, my friends, my readers, my readers who have become friends, the country I live in, for all its problems is still pretty damn great, Luna, my job, because yeah, we need jobs, my healthcare insurance, the ability I have to write stories that people care about and want to read, my house, still standing.

I am sure there are other things I have forgotten. But those are the ones on my mind.

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What are you thankful for?

 

 

Cookie Exchange, 11/16 Flash Fic

I got a request to return to my Friday Flash Fics, so this is the first one. Now, you can expect possibly a Pinto fic in the future, but for now, for this first one, I am posting this one. I was inspired watching the Christmas Cookie Baking Championship on the Food Network. Enjoy!

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“Excuse me but you are the hottest guy here.” Jim scooted up next to the Vulcan who sat by himself at the bar.

Jim had been surprised to see the Vulcan at this event. It was supposed to be a holiday cookie exchange party. Everyone was supposed to bring a dozen cookies and then choose someone to exchange them with. It wasn’t really Jim’s scene, but he had nothing else to do and everyone he normally hung out with had other stuff to do.

And yeah, he’d cheated by buying cookies at a bakery.

“My temperature is not particularly elevated,” the Vulcan said.

Jim sat on the stool next to him. “And funny too.” He smiled. “Jim Kirk.”

The Vulcan merely stared at him.

Jim’s smile widened. “Now, see the way it works, is I say, Hi, I’m Jim Kirk.” He put his hand toward Spock’s. “And you say, hi, I’m…”

Nothing.

Jim grabbed Spock’s hand and pressed his to it.

The Vulcan blinked but he did not move his hand away, so Jim considered that a win.

“Vulcan hands are—”

“I know.” Jim winked. “Jim Kirk.”

“Spock.”

“Success! I thought I was going to have to beg. Not that I wouldn’t have or anything. Are you alone?”

“You are with me.”

“Good answer. You bet I am. Want to exchange…cookies?”

Spock arched a brow, which was really damn sexy, actually. “I brought gingerbread cookies.”

“I brought spritz cookies. Decorated with red and green sprinkles.”

“Very simple cookies.”

“I know, but the truth is I don’t actually bake. I bought the cookies.” Jim gave him what he thought was a charming sheepish grin. “It’s terrible, I know, but it was all last minute. I didn’t even know this was going on until I happened to walk past a sign. See, I’m all alone this weekend. No friends. No one.” He stared into Spock’s dark eyes. “Is your apartment close?”

“You are quite bold.”

Jim didn’t think he imagined the green tint to Spock’s cheeks.

“I told you, you’re super-hot. Insanely. I didn’t have any idea you’d be here. I’d have stepped up my game if I knew but—”

“I did not come here with the idea of engaging in copulation.”

“Oh my God, I might have just creamed my pants.”

“Mister Kirk—”

“It’s Jim. Or just Kirk, if you really have to.”

“The point is, my mother wanted to come here tonight and—”

“Wait. I thought you said you were alone.”

“I said that you were with me.”

Jim frowned. Yeah, okay, Spock never said he was alone. And now, shit, Spock wasn’t interested. Obviously. Whether because his mother was there or because he…he just wasn’t interested.

It was hard to hide his disappointment, but he forced himself to smile. “Oh. Well. Yeah, that’s true. I’m sorry to have—”

“Spock?”

Jim turned as a really pretty dark-haired human woman wearing a flowered scarf around her head.

“Ma’am.”

She smiled at Jim. “I’m Spock’s mother, Amanda.”

“Jim Kirk.”

“How lovely to meet you, Jim. Are you exchanging cookies with Spock?”

“Well. I hoped to. But I think Spock—”

“Yes, we are,” Spock spoke up.

Jim glanced at Spock in surprise.

“In fact, if you and your friend no longer need me, Jim and I thought we would have our cookies elsewhere.”

“Oh.” Her eyes sparkled. “Well, yes, of course, Spock. Andi and I aren’t quite ready to leave yet, we’re still tasting cookies, but if you’d like to go with Jim, that’s fine.”

Spock nodded.

Amanda looked at Jim. “Your cookies must have been quite delicious to convince my son so quickly.”

Jim coughed. “Yes. Um. Yes, ma’am.”

“Anyway, I’ll see you later, Spock. Andi is waving me over. She’s holding a plate of shortbread.”

Jim watched her walk away and he turned back to Spock. “You don’t have to—”

Spock slid off his stool. “In answer to your question, Mister Kirk, my apartment is close.”

“Oh.” Jim licked his dry lips. “Oh.”

Spock grabbed his arm and turned him toward the exit.

“Wait. What about our cookies?”

“I do not like spritz cookies.” Spock pushed open the door.

“Oh, thank God, because I hate gingerbread.” Jim hurried after him.

Pictures from Universal

 

 

Above you will see the Whoville Tree in day and at night and different colors. The Water World set, a Minion tree, the Frog Chorus from Harry Potter, Hogwarts during the day and then at night during their light show and the exit with the wreath and hanging lights.

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