Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

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Flash Fics, March 29, 2023

“You don’t have to be here to help me,” Jim told his first officer self-consciously as Spock reached over to assist Jim as he got out of the hospital bed.

“I am quite able to assist you.”

“Yeah, I know.” Jim faltered and slumped down in Spock’s arms, who immediately helped to straighten and stabilize Jim. He had to lean against Spock even still. “But you shouldn’t have to. I-I can get a nurse to help me use the restroom.”

“There is no need when I am right here.” Spock hooked an arm around Jim. “Walk slowly.”

“Don’t you…I mean you must have somewhere else to be.”

“I do not.”

Jim sighed, feeling out of sorts about letting Spock assist him.

There’d been an attack on Yorktown by a rogue Klingon vessel and during the attach Jim had sustained injuries which was why he now found himself in a Yorktown military hospital with Spock now helping him go to the tiny closet sized toilet in his room.

Slowly he made his way over to the bathroom, Spock holding him all the way, and when they finally reached there, Jim hesitated. He’d need help to stand in front of the toilet as he peed. And the idea of Spock having to—

“Perhaps you want to go check on Uhura.”

“She was discharged yesterday and is recovering well in her temporary apartment.”

Jim nodded, glanced away.

“Jim, please. Allow me to help.”

He blew out a slow somewhat painful breath. Because yeah his injuries still hurt like a bitch even though they’d healed what they could and he would recover.  

He looked down at his arm in a sling. “Can you help me lift up this hospital gown so I don’t pee all over it?”

Without a word, Spock lifted the gown and helped Jim to the toilet.

“Can you look away?”

Spock did without comment for which Jim was glad.

He did his business, conscious of the sound of his pee stream, feeling his face redden. Stupid, of course. Spock had to pee just like anyone else.

He turned to the small sink and Spock turned on the water and Jim washed the hand that wasn’t in the sling and Spock tried it for him.

His first officer then helped him back to the bed.

After they got Jim settled, he said, “You can go now if you want. They’ll be bringing in my dinner soon.”

“I will help you to eat since your preferred hand is injured.”

“You really don’t—”

“Jim, why are you persisting in trying to get rid of me?”

“Because…I don’t want to keep you from doing what you want to do.”

“Do you really not know?”

Jim frowned. “Know what?”

“What I want to do is to be by your side. At all times.” Spock paused. “Always.”

Jim sucked in a breath. “Uhura—”

“Is my friend. We are not together.” Spock reached for Jim’s left hand and held it to his side. “I would like to stay. Even watching over you while you sleep tonight if you will permit me. I do not wish to worry about losing you again.”

Jim’s heart felt light. “You can stay. In fact…I would love that.”

“Then you will allow me to assist you as your potential mate?”

He felt almost dizzy at that question, but he smiled and nodded. “Yes, Spock. But take that ‘potential’ out of the equation.”

Spock leaned down to kiss Jim’s chastely.

They both heard the clang of the dining carts.

“Your dinner has arrived.”

And that my friends, is a wrap for March flashes. Thank you!

Flash Fic, March 21, 2023

Still using the manip J did for me!

I had this done and am still not ready with WTE chapter so I figured, why not?

This is the OMS from my own story The Closer I Get to You. I thought it would be fun to revisit them here as Jim cares for an under the weather Spock.

Jim was feeling his age, all his aches and pains, and he wasn’t too happy about it. No one lived forever he knew and guessed he had fewer years ahead than those he left behind.

But at the moment, he couldn’t focus on the pain in his creaking knee. Spock, normally in much better shape than him, had a terrible cold.

They’d both been surprised he’d managed to get one. But had one Spock had.

So Jim was currently stirring Plomeek soup in a big pan on the stove of their Yellowstone cabin. Spock was grumpy. It was winter and he hadn’t wanted to come to the cabin in the winter and Jim had insisted.    

Now with his cold, he was grumpier still while maintaining he was not at all in a bad mood.

Jim guessed Spock might be in a worse mood had he known that Jim received a very strong email from the Fleet asking him to do a publicity run for the newest crew of the Enterprise. The Enterprise-B.

“You’ll be retired. It won’t be you in command anymore. But they’re going to ask you to be there, to make it some sort of stunt, to look good for Starfleet, to hand it off to the younger guys, and…don’t.”

“Don’t what?”


And yes, Jim remembered every word his counterpart from…well Jim didn’t know where he was from exactly, but those words still rang in his head.

The soup heated, Jim ladled out a generous portion with some home-baked Kreyla (not by him of course) and brought it on a tray to Spock who rested in bed in their room.

The Vulcan’s hair was adorably rumpled even as he almost glared at Jim.

“I brought you soup and bread.”

“It’s cold.”

Jim smiled and set the tray on the bed in front of Spock. “I turned up the heat, you should feel it soon.”

Spock picked up the spoon and placed it in his soup. He took a tentative sip. “It’s not terrible.”

Jim chuckled. “I made it from your own recipe. I did have to synthesize the Plomeeks, though. They don’t grow in Yellowstone.”

“Too cold to grow anything,” Spock groused.

That wasn’t quite true, but Jim understood the sentiment.

If it was up to him, now that they were retired they’d live at the cabin full-time. Spock emphatically disagreed.

Jim sat in a chair by the bed and once more looked at the message from Starfleet.

“You should say no. For him.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I know you don’t, and I’d say more but I’m sure my Spock wants to kick my ass as it is. Just…please. Don’t. It’ll mean so much to me, to him. Don’t.”

“What is that you are doing, Jim?” Spock asked with a sniff.

Jim smiled. “Nothing really. Just about to reply to an email.”


“An admiral of Starfleet.”

“You are retired,” Spock unnecessarily reminded him.

I respectfully decline. At the moment, I am taking care of my husband and bondmate. Ask Commander Scott.  

Jim hit send. Looked back up at Spock.

“You have a birthday coming up. What shall we do for it?”

“It is—”

“Illogical, yes I know. But let’s do something anyway.”

Spock arched a brow. “Such as?”

He laughed. “I don’t know. But I’ll think of something.” He rose from the chair and leaned in to kiss Spock’s forehead. His husband harrumphed, but Jim saw the warm mirth in his dark eyes before he could hide it.   

March 19, 2023 Flash Fic (birthday)

As promised here is the birthday hurt/comfort for Kris. This will count as Monday’s hurt/comfort because I don’t wanna write another one yet LOL. For those of you no doubt clamoring, yes, I will uplpoad to AO3 at some point (wow that was presumptuous of me thinking you would clamor)

And Happy Birthday

Jim moved slowly around his quarters, but at least they were his quarters instead of the medbay. He’d spent too many days there after another very close brush with death.

It had been a near thing. Jim knew that from Bones’ very grim face when treating him and afterward when allowing him to finally leave.

He’d heard all about how between the super blood and Spock’s intervention of the meld, Jim had finally pulled through.

Jim was relieved. He wasn’t ready to die. He’d only recently started his relationship with Spock, a loving, special, important one. To put it mildly.

Everyone was treating Jim very carefully and with a little bit of awe. He knew why. He’d saved the day for all of them and got almost killed in the process, but to Jim it was a group effort. Always.

Even Uhura had given him a long, tight hug in the medbay.

But…seemingly absent was Spock.

Oh he knew Spock had saved him. Pulled him from the brink with an exhausting meld that had likely taken a mental and physical toll on the Vulcan. But that had been forty-eight hours ago and he hadn’t seen Spock since.

Jim was growing concerned.

Dressed casually in pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, he stood by the replicator trying to decide whether he should go for something healthy or something like comfort food when there was a buzz at his door.


He was ‘off-duty’ for a few more days but Jim knew a captain was truly never off duty.

And speaking of…

Spock stepped inside his quarters. He frowned in concern when he spotted Jim by the replicators.

“I was given to understand you would be resting in bed.”

“I know. I told Bones that. But I’m hungry.”

“Get into bed,” Spock said, making it sound like a cross between an order and a plea. “I will bring the food to you.”

“That’s not necessary.”

“Actually it is. What do you desire?”

The truth as to why you abandoned me for the last two days, Jim thought, but he kept that thought to himself and turned to go to his bed. After he got situated, with the sheets and blankets wrapped around him, and pillows propped at the headboard, he said, “Macaroni and cheese.”

Yes, he went for the comfort food. He could eat a damn salad when he was cleared to be on the bridge. He’d almost died, so yes, he wanted to have a treat.

Spock brought him a big bowl of it, looked like a double portion, and made with white cheese like Jim preferred. And maybe it was because he still was injured but the thought that Spock had done that for him made his eyes prick with tears.

“Thanks,” he managed to get out with his voice only wavering a little.

Spock fussed with his pillows and blankets for a moment before finally bringing a chair over to sit and observe Jim.

“What’s on your mind, Spock?” Jim asked, when neither one of them could stand it any longer.

Spock was quiet for a while, uncharacteristically staring at his hands instead of looking at Jim.

Jim began to get nervous. Had Spock decided he didn’t love Jim after all? Should he ask?

“You…you did not tell me you had a…intimate relationship with…Ambassador Spock,” his Vulcan said haltingly.

Jim pursed his lips and set the half-eaten bowl of macaroni and cheese aside for the moment. He hadn’t exactly lost his appetite, but this needed his full attention.

“You found that out through the meld?”

Spock nodded. “It was not my intention to pry.”

“No, I know. I never would think that, Spock.” He sighed. “I really love you. Are we going to be okay?”

Spock looked a little startled at Jim’s words but after a moment, he said, “What happened in the past has no direct bearing on our future.”

Jim clenched the blankets and twisted them in his fists. “Is that a yes?”

“There is nothing you can say or do or explain or think that will make my love for you not exist, Jim. I am completely committed to you for the rest of whatever time is left for us.”

Jim exhaled slowly. “It wasn’t…I didn’t actively hide it from you, but it also didn’t seem necessary for you to know. After I…after Khan, he came to see me in the hospital during my recovery. Once you had determined I was going to be okay, well, you went back to your own live and your own relationship with Uhura.”

“Jim, I—”

“We’ve both made peace with that, Spock. I know you love me and have for some time. I get…insecure sometimes, but, yeah I do know. We’re what we are now because we want to be together and that’s the best thing ever. But then, you were with Nyota, and I just…I needed something you couldn’t give me then. He could. And more importantly, he wanted to give it to me. It was as much for him as it was for me. He missed his Jim and I wanted my Spock and we became for each other this incredible thing and incredible time and it was just…it was great.”

Spock seemed to take this in. “I am glad you were able to have some comfort there but am still surprised that you didn’t tell me. More recently when we became intimate ourselves.”

“I guess part of me wanted to keep it as a secret for myself.” Jim shook his head. “It was a great time for us. For him. For me. And logically it ended when it had to.”

“I grieve with you for your loss when he passed. Even then you did not let on.”

Jim nodded. “I knew he was dying before he did. He’d sent me word, given what had been between us at one time, I said my goodbye to him in happier times. We both felt that was better, but I did know he was weakening. I loved him. And I don’t regret our time together. But the future, my future, is with you.”

“As is mine with you. I understand, I believe. And I cannot really find fault with his desire to spend what time he had left with you. I am glad you found happiness together.” Spock paused. His gaze was intense as he looked at Jim. “But I am even more glad that you now find your happiness with me.”

Jim smiled, feeling love and warmth bubble up inside him. He held out a hand toward Spock. “Come here.”

“Your injuries—”

“Just come and lie with me, holding me. You can’t hurt me. You won’t.”

A moment later, Spock joined him on the bed, and under the covers, holding Jim close. He put his fingers lightly on Jim’s face, more a caress, than a meld, but he felt Spock’s overwhelming love for him, and it went  a long way toward Jim knowing they would be all right.

Flash Fic, March 06, 2023

“What exactly were you thinking?”

“Uh-oh, I’m dealing with Grumpy Bones.”


Jim chuckled. Okay, sure, he was feeling pretty good considering he’d nearly been killed. It was no doubt the pain meds he was being given. Happy Juice.

“I was thinking that I ought to save the life of a very important serving officer of Starfleet. Very valuable.”

“Did it occur to you that description applied to you too and should leave that to your security guards?”

“Nope,” he said cheerfully.

“Nope?” Bones shook his head and jabbed Jim with a hypo. That Happy Juice was magic. He hadn’t even felt that. “Well, you are the captain of this bucket of bolts, you know.”

“Sure, sure. But Spock could take over.”

“Spock does not want to take over,” Spock himself said stoically as he approached Jim’s biobed. “And he does not appreciate you risking your life unnecessarily.”

Jim waved this away. Or he thought he did anyway.

“Someone had to save you, Sweetheart.”

Spock flicked his glance to Bones, who shrugged. Then Bones walked away and Spock moved closer.

“How do you feel, Captain?”

“Like all my blood drained out and then got put back in.” Jim smiled and held out his hand, which Spock took. “How are you feeling, Sweetheart?”

“I am feeling well, thanks to your actions that prevented my injury.”

“Well, good. You are welcome, Sweetheart.”

Spock frowned.


“That is the third time you called me sweetheart.”

“And? Oh, I know! You prefer another endearment. Honey? Baby? Sugar?”

“Sweetheart is acceptable. But you have…that is…you have never called me an endearment before.”

“No?” Jim licked his lips. Shook his head. “We are doing it, yeah?”

Spock nearly laughed. Jim could see the twitch of his lips and the merriment in his eyes.

“Yes, Jim. Although not at the moment,” Spock said gravely.

“Okay then.” He paused, arched both brows. “You don’t like endearments?”

“Actually, I find that I do.” Spock touched the tips of his fingers to Jim’s. “I have one for your.” He leaned down and whispered it int Jim’s ear.

Flash Fic, March 01, 2023

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Jim felt vaguely silly carrying the stuffed animal he held in his arms to a convalescing Vulcan, but he was doing that actual thing.

He heard low voices as he approached Spock’s hospital room and for a moment he hesitated, thinking Uhura was probably in there with him, but just as he took a step backward, a somewhat harried looking nurse appeared.

“You here for Mister Spock, Captain?”

He nodded.

She grimaced. “Good luck.”

Then she walked away.

With a slight shrug, he went through the doorway and into Spock’s room. The Vulcan was sitting up, his usually impeccable bowl cut mussy. He cradled a cup of tea in his hands and in front of him was an untouched plate of food.

“Hey,” Jim greeted him with a smile.

“Captain!” Spock straightened like he planned to salute or something.

“At ease, Spock. I’m not here as your captain, but your friend.” Jim thrust the stuffy at him. “Uh. This is a…”

Spock stared at the stuffed creature in his hands. “A sehlat?”

Jim felt his face flush. “Yeah. Um, so your dad—”

“My father?”

“Yes. He told me where I could get one.” Jim chuckled self-consciously. “Your dad’s okay.”

Spock’s gaze moved to the sehlat. “Thank you.”

Jim smiled and put it on the table beside the bed. “Uh, I don’t know if I…did I properly thank you for saving my life yet again?”

“Thanks are unnecessary.”

“They probably are.”

Spock shook his head, his gaze rather intense.

“Well, uh.” Jim cleared his throat. “We weren’t even on the ship.”

“An assassin attempted to end your life, I have no regrets.” Spock paused. “Fortunately.”

Jim licked his lips. “I’m just glad you’ll be okay. And that fucker was taken into custody. Did they say when you’ll be released?”

“Two more nights,” Spock said, sounding bitter. “I do not believe it is required. They think otherwise.”

Jim hid a smile. “I ran into one of your nurses.”

“A most disagreeable woman. You should sit, Captain.”

“Jim.” He looked around for a chair, but Spock padded a space on the bed. Surprised, Jim blinked and sat on the small space there. “I’m surprised Uhura isn’t here with you.”

“Nyota was here earlier to see me but she left some time ago.”

“She coming back later?”

Spock frowned slightly. “Perhaps tomorrow.”

“Oh? I thought she’d want to stay close the whole time you are here.”

Spock shook his head. “We are not together.”


“Jim, we dissolved our relationship before the attack on Altamid.”

“But…I thought after you helped rescue her and at my party you guys seemed to be reconciling.”

“We considered it for a brief time,” Spock acknowledged. “But it became clear that it would not work considering the depth of our emotional attachment to each other had altered.”

Jim shook his head to clear it. “Uh. Okay.” Sometimes he really wished Spock would find an easy way to say something. “Why is that?”

Spock held out his hand toward Jim, who though surprised, took Spock’s hand in his.

“My affections are for someone else,” Spock said simply.

“For someone…” Jim’s eyes widened as he looked into those dark chocolate eyes. “Oh.”

Spock’s lips curved into an almost smile. “Yes. Oh.”

Jim laughed, feeling rather giddy as he leaned forward for Spock’s kiss.

Flash Fic, January 8, 2021

“How many times is this, Jim?”

“I don’t know, Bones. One hundred? You tell me.”

Bones frowned. “Not funny.”

“I’m not trying to be. Bones—”

“Spock’s here, so…”

Bones moved away and Jim sighed, staring up at the ceiling of the medbay. He’d have to smooth it over later with his best friend. And hell, it wasn’t like he’d tried to fall off that cliff. Or take Spock with him. That had been all Spock.

“So, let’s go back to the ship and…”


And as the ground gave way beneath him, Spock charged at him to prevent the fall, and they ended up falling to the ground below…together.

Jim was just glad Spock hadn’t been as seriously hurt as he was.

Speaking of…

Spock was there now, by his bedside. He looked like a cross between concerned and furious. Jim didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing.


Oops. Bad.

“Hiya, sweetheart.”

When Spock merely stared at him blankly, Jim had a panicked moment where he wondered if he had dreamed that he and Spock were a-well-a thing.

But Spock stepped closer, reached for Jim’s hand, and held it.

“Never do that again.”

Jim smiled. “Okay.”

They both knew he probably would. But still.

Spock leaned down and kissed him.

He felt better already.  

Kris’ Birthday Flash 03/19/2020

Written well before all of the happenings….

 Spock straightened from his station as he became aware of the little huff of breath coming from the captain’s station. He became somewhat alarmed when he watched as the captain sagged deep into the chair, almost to the point he would surely fall off.

“Captain?” Spock approached out of concern.

“Uhh.” Jim kind of undulated up and gave Spock a rather incomprehensible look.

“You do not look well.”

“Gee, thanks.”

Spock withheld a sigh. “I suggest I escort you to the medbay. Your shift has ended anyway,” he pointed out.

Jim did accompany him to onto the turbolift, but once inside he acted predictably. “I’m not going to the medbay, Spock. I’m fine. Nothing that a long hot water shower won’t fix.”

“You do not look well,” he repeated.

“So you said. I know all of this is very new between us but that’s not the way to win my heart.” He was smiling crookedly. Spock assumed, to indicate he was joking. Humans were fond of joking and Jim in particular.

It was indeed new between them. Two nights ago, after a heated argument, they ended up having rather wild, intense sex. Tonight was to be their first planned date. No doubt why the captain refused to go to the medbay.

The turbolift doors opened onto the deck with their quarters and Jim got out. Spock followed. He followed Jim right into the captain’s quarters.

Jim merely glanced at him and started pulling off his uniform shirts. “I have to get a shower before our date, Spock.”

“Captain, considering you are unwell, I surmise that our date is…off.”

At that, Jim froze and frowned at him. “What? What do you mean off? This is supposed to be like the official start.”

Spock went to him and put his hands on Jim’s arms. “Jim, considering the last two night’s activities we have engaged in, I believe our official start has already come to past.”

“Yes, but…”

“Ashal-veh, my concern is for your welfare and you are not feeling well. I can plainly see.”

Jim deflated before his eyes. “I wanted it to be perfect.”

“Any time spent with you is, as far as I am concerned. If you do not wish to be subjected to the medbay, may I suggest you prepare for bed, get in, and allow me to tend to you. Doctor McCoy can make a ‘house-visit’ as they say.”

Jim blew out a breath. “I do feel kind of crappy. I’m sorry.”

“You owe me no apology. I am sorry that our plans have been postponed. However, I am pleased to be able to spend time with you anyway I can.”

Jim smiled. “You’re almost perfect.”

Spock raised a brow. “Almost?”

“Close to it.” Jim sagged against him. “You win. I’ll get into bed.”

And Jim turned to get into his pajamas, which were little more than shorts and a beat up, stained T-shirt. Once he had done so, Spock stepped forward and helped him get into bed, even fluffing up his pillows.

“You feel warm. Perhaps a fever?”

“Maybe. Are you going to be bored in here with me like this?”

Spock shook his head. “No. I will work on reports and labs. But first the doctor will come to check on you.”

“Do I have to?” Jim asked, jokingly.

“I am afraid so.” Spock brushed his fingers along Jim’s. “I will bring you tea.”

“Thanks. For, you know, everything.”

“Rest, Jim. I will take care of you.”


Flash Fic 03/13/2020

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

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

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

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

“He’s in the healing trance.”

“I know. I feel him.”

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

Flash Fic 03/11/2020

“What are you going to do now?” Nyota asked him as they both watched their unconscious captain breathe as machines all around him beeped and blurped.

“Same as I always do,” Spock replied. “Forgive him, save him, sacrifice for him, advise him, stand up for him and to him, stand by his side no matter what, believe in him, take him in every way that he will allow me, as always.”

She nodded. Squeezed his arm. “We’ll mind the ship. As we always do.”

Spock appreciated it as she moved away and he moved closer to his T’hy’la.

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