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Flash Fic, January 28, 2022

This last January Flash is a bit of a segway to get back to AOS. A bit of a cheat. And yes I know that technically Monday is still January, but I am going to treat it like February for theme purposes.

February’s theme? Love, of course.

Jim approached the old Vulcan who had claimed to be Spock rather cautiously. He wasn’t afraid per se, but he’d found most Vulcans didn’t like him. All right, most Vulcans named Spock and Sarek, anyway.

This one was different though.

Old Spock was sitting by himself in the shuttle bay on a little bench in the corner. Jim couldn’t imagine why he was by himself, but he was.

“Hey there. Can I sit?”

Spock seemed surprised he would ask. “Of course, Jim. What are you doing here?”

“Rumor has it you’re leaving Earth.”

“Yes. I’m going to help establish a colony for New Vulcan.”

At the reminder of all that had been lost, for this Vulcan and his younger version especially, Jim winced, his heart hurting.

“I’m sorry Vulcan couldn’t be saved.”

“Nero was quite determined. You should be celebrating.”

“Celebrating?”

Spock gave a slight shrug. “I watched the ceremony where you were made Captain of the Enterprise.”

Jim grinned. “A little nuts, wouldn’t you say? I never even finished the Academy.”

“It is your destiny, Jim. Whenever it was to happen.”

Jim didn’t know about destinies. “Do you have to leave so soon?”

“It is for the best to begin the process as soon as possible.”

“You’re unable to return to your time?”

“It would seem so.”

“Listen.” Jim stopped and licked his lips. “Can I-can I ask you something?”

“You can ask, whether I will reply, we shall see.”

Jim couldn’t help but smile at that. “Your relationship with your Jim Kirk. What was it?”

Spock arched a brow. “Why do you ask?”

“When we melded…or I should say, when you melded with me, I got all the stuff about Nero and Romulus, but I got some things, maybe, you didn’t intend and so I’m curious.”

Spock looked straight ahead but he nodded. “We were T’hy’la.”

“T’hy’la. That’s Vulcan, right?”

“Yes. It means friend, brother.”

“What I saw didn’t seem very brotherly.”

Spock’s lips curved. “Lover. It has many meanings.”

“Apparently.” He let out a long breath. “How long…”

“Were we bondmates?”

“Bondmates?”

“Mm. Not long enough.”

“I’m even more sorry now then. You’ve had some shit luck, Spock.”

“And I have had a great life. I regret little. Regrets are illogical of course, though I cannot help but regret my part in Nero’s destruction of Vulcan.”

“That wasn’t you, Spock, that was—”

He put his hand on Jim’s leg. “My relationship with your counterpart brought me great joy.”

Joy?”

“Does that surprise you?”

Jim thought about it and his limited knowledge of this Spock, then he shook his head. “No.”

“One day you and Spock—”

Jim laughed. Probably rude but still. “Nah, no way.”

“Why do you say that?”

“He hates me. I told you that. He wasn’t at the assembly when I was promoted. He’s with Uhura, who has a stick so far up her ass…” Jim shook his head. “Besides, rumor has it that he’s resigning from Starfleet.”

“For what purpose?”

Jim shrugged. “Same purpose as you, I imagine.”

“Don’t give up hope as far as Spock is concerned, Jim. It is your destiny to form a lasting friendship.”

“Maybe, maybe not. But definitely not that T’hy’la thing.”

“You will have to wait and see. I can be quite stubborn and it took me a long time to admit how much Jim meant to me.”

Jim wanted to say fat chance as far as the younger Spock, but he just smiled as Spock stood.

“I must prepare now for departure, Jim.”

Spock started to raise his hand in the ta’al, but Jim wasn’t having any of that.

“Nope. Bear hug time.”

He pulled the old Vulcan into a tight embrace.

“Live long and prosper, Jim.”

“Yep.” Jim pulled away and grinned. “Peace be with you.”

Spock, to his surprise, chuckled. There was a warmth there Jim hadn’t experienced before, maybe with anyone. It made him wish Spock’s predictions would come true. Jim turned after Spock walked away and left the shuttle bay. Spock was right. He had some celebrating to do.  

Just Stuff

So I managed to not get Covid from my trip a while back to Pechanga so that’s a plus. But this weekend is my great niece’s 4th birthday party. My niece and her husband just moved back to So Cal from Nor Cal and they bought a very nice house in a place called Rancho Cucamonga. Anyway, it’s only family being invited but that thing is everywhere isn’t it?

M’s sister lives in ND and her husband just got diagnosed with it (not to be confused with M’s half sister who also lives in ND whose husband died of Covid in November). He’s miserable but mostly okay with his biggest complaint being his back pain from it. She has tested negative so far.

This is their cat, Mr. Kitty

Don’t be fooled by that cute face. He’s a serial killer of mice and rabbits.

Speaking of cats, here is ours, in her pampered pink blanket she loves

Tomorrow is the last flash for January (I know Monday is January but I explain that in tomorrow’s flash post).

Otherwise, we keep plugging along here. I don’t remember if I mentioned M being laid off last February (got a new job in June) but the old job asked M back you can believe it. It’s more money than the current job, but I have concerns and hope that taking that old job again is the right decision. But M wanted to.

I’m still working from home indefinitely which is the way I like it these days. Have an overnight trip planned in mid-Feb, and then a longer one in March and then relatives come for a visit in April over Easter. So much is going on!

In other exciting news, I may be going to the Star Trek convention this year in Vegas in August. It’s a long way off and anything can change including a certain Spock actor COULD cancel, but right now Quinto is scheduled to be there for the first time ever. Trying not to be too excited because as I said a lot can change in the many months until then.

My updates of current WIPS are going swimmingly and I know you’ve been enjoying them so I appreciate the support.

Until tomorrow!

Flash Fic, January 26, 2022

“Have you ever been in love before, Spock?”

Spock was surprised by the question and he lifted his gaze from concentrating on the chess game before them.

He had been somewhat surprised by the invitation, too. Jim had assured him that they used to play chess all the time back on the Enterprise. Prior to Spocks’ demise.

Jim smiled faintly and he wasn’t actually looking at Spock.

They were on Vulcan, after the events as had been explained to Spock where Spock was revived after being found on Genesis, and his Katra returned to him. There was still many things Spock could not recall.

“I mean really in love. Not just…infatuation.”

“I am uncertain,” Spock replied, noncommittedly. Because he was unsure where this conversation was going, what Jim’s point was.

“There were times I was sure it was love,” Jim said musingly. “Do you remember Edith Keeler?”

He started to shake his head, but then stopped, as he thought about it. “Yes, I believe that I do recall her.”

At that Jim’s gaze rose. There was a twinkle in those hazel eyes but also sorrow. An interesting enigma.

“In the time I knew her I had convinced myself I was in love with her.”

“Were you not?”

Jim shook his head. “Not as I know it now. She was a remarkable woman, but I now recognize my feelings as infatuation. And Miramanee.”

“What about her?”

“Perhaps my feelings for her were more like love, I don’t know.”

Spock only had a very faint recollection of her, so he did not pursue it, he shrugged and moved his piece.

“I guess my point here, Spock, is…I thought I knew what love was or was supposed to be, anyway, but none of what I felt for any of those women compared or compares to what I feel for you.” Jim shook his head. “To lose you. And then lose my son—”

“I am sorry.”  

“That was not you. Then to find you almost barely alive again where you were discarded by the Klingons. I thought-I thought everything was for nothing.”

Spock realized Jim’s eyes were filled with unshed tears.

“Love is willing to give up everything for that other person. Your life, even. To give up everything so that they can live, so that they can find happiness, even if all you can spend with them is ten minutes, it is worth it.”

“Jim—”

Jim shook his head and wiped at his eyes. “I just thought. I thought you should know.”

Spock said nothing as the room fell silent and Jim, eventually, moved his chess piece.

Then Spock said, “Yes, Jim. I have been in love.” His gaze met Jim’s. “I still am.”

Jim smiled.

“And, Jim, checkmate.”  

Flash Fic, January 21, 2022

A little OMS fluff

“What is this, Jim?”

Jim, who stood in the apartment kitchen, drinking from the cup of coffee he just poured for himself, glanced out to where Spock stood by the dining room table.

“Brochures for our vacation.”

“Vacation?”

“After the last month or so, I think we’ve earned a vacation, don’t you?” Jim stepped out of the kitchen and over to the table to look down at the brochures for all the exotic locales he’d chosen as potential destinations.

They’d only just returned from saving Earth and bringing whales to talk to the probe sent for them.

“Risa?” Spock’s brow arched up. “I think not.”

Jim smiled faintly. “Just one of many choices, Spock. We could even visit your folks on Vulcan if you’d like.”

Spock shook his head. “We only recently came from there. I find no immediate reason for returning.”

“Okay, then some warm, tropical place it is. Don’t worry, Spock, I plan to relax and take it easy.”

“Why would I worry?”

“Well, you once said that Humans and are desire to play on our vacations instead of rest was illogical. I’m paraphrasing of course.”

“Of course.” Spock picked up one. “This is said to have a large aquarium of exotic species.”

“Right. Is that where you  want to go?”

“I am not certain,” Spock admitted.

“Well, go through them and decide. We have time to make a decision. I’m thinking one of the tropical islands like Hawaii.”

Spock nodded. “Very well I will look at them after breakfast.” He paused. “Have I ever been to any of them?”

Spock was still having some memory issues. Jim wasn’t sure he would ever get everything back, but he remembered enough, including his affection for Jim, and that was more than enough.

“Nope, we haven’t. So any place we visit will be new to both of us.”

Spock nodded again as Jim joined him at the table for their breakfast of pancakes. He glanced at one. “Hawaii does look nice.”

Jim smiled, leaned over and kissed him. “Whatever we decide will be perfect.”

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Flash Fic, January 14, 2022

I step away today from the conversations after missions idea and instead have a brief scene where Kirk contemplates his future with Spock after the events of the Motion Picture.

Everything was over and back to normal.

Whatever normal was.

Kirk wasn’t sure he knew anymore.

Spock was back, but for how long?

He’d been great, the V’ger situation was handled, and Jim was back in command.

Of course Decker was gone. And Ilya. An outcome he wouldn’t have wanted. He’d know Decker’s father and the loss there. But he couldn’t change that outcome and he couldn’t change this one either.

But Spock…

They’d barely talked since it all ended. He swore he could still feel Spock’s grip when Spock had held his hands in sickbay.

Was there a future for them? Kirk once thought there was, back after the end of the mission, but Spock had walked away, gone to Vulcan, and tried to logic away Kirk’s very existence.

“Jim?”

Speaking of…

Kirk turned from his observance of space to greet Spock.

“Hey.”

“Do you have a moment?”

In fact, he had all the moments Spock needed, if he wanted them. Kirk smiled. “I do.”

Flash Fic, January 11, 2022

This conversations must definitely needed to happen after Galileo 7

Jim noticed Bones leaving Spock’s quarters and nearly called out to his friend to ask him what was the deal, but something made him hold back and just watch Bones leave.

After McCoy moved out of sight, Jim went to Spock’s door, and after a moment was granted access. He’d been expected and Spock was setting up the chess game when he entered.

“Captain.”

“Jim,” he gently reminded Spock. “What did Bones want?”

Spock stiffened around the shoulders a bit. Then he turned around. “To offer an apology.”

Jim frowned. “For what?”

He took his seat and waited as Spock brought them over beverages.

“Spock? For what?”

“His recent behavior on the mission,” Spock replied after a moment.

“Behavior? What behavior?”

Spock did not answer immediately and seemed reluctant.

“That’s an order, Mister Spock.”

“At times the crew of the Galileo were insubordinate,” Spock said, moving his first chess piece.

Jim narrowed his eyes. “To you?”

Spock nodded. “McCoy among them. The situation was stressful and tense.  After Latimer was killed, I hoped to avoid further destruction of the natives on the planet where we were forced to land. The others wished to kill them outright. One of them killed Gaetano and the crew blamed me.”

“You were making decisions based on the available information you had at the time. I read your report.”

“Yes, but they did not see it that way.”

Jim drummed his fingers on the table. “All of them? Bones? Scotty?”

“Mister Scott was not insubordinate directly, no.”

“But the others were, including Bones.” Jim grimaced. “I’ll talk to them.”

“McCoy apologized. I would rather it was dropped.”

“What about Boma?”

Spock shrugged.

“It’ll go on his record,” Jim stated.

“As I said, Captain, I would rather it was dropped.”

“And I would rather the crew respect the first officer of this ship. Spock, you aren’t going to just accept that kind of thing. And I’m not going to either. I’ll have a word with both Bones and Boma. If I don’t get a satisfactory response from Boma, it’s going on his record. What about Mears?”

“Like Mister Scott, she was not directly insubordinate.”

“Okay. I know we’ve discussed this, Spock. I really want you to tell me about this kind of stuff.” He sighed and leaned back. “And I added to it.”

“Captain?”

“Teasing you on the bridge about your emotional response and calling you stubborn.”

“I was not offended, Jim.”

“Still.” Jim shook his head. “I’m sorry, Spock.”

Spock covered the hand that rested on the table with his own. “I accept your apology, Jim. The game?”

Jim smiled, turned over his hand to touch their palms together briefly before moving his hand over to grab his coffee cup.

“Right. I believe from last time we played I was about to checkmate you.”

Flash Fic, January 07, 2021

Continuing my conversations after mission episodes…

Jim supposed he should have checked with Spock to see if they were still on for chess tonight after one hell of a day, but he found himself pressing for entry and a little to his surprise the door opened.

Normally Spock still wore his uniform when they played, but he was dressed far mor casually tonight, wearing loose fitting trousers that could have been exercise attire or something similar to a Karate gi.

“Am I interrupting anything?”

“No.” But it was said with reluctance and Jim got the feeling Jim would have canceled if Jim had thought to check with him.

“Listen, about…Stiles…”

That caught Spock’s attention and he looked up at Jim, dark eyes curious. “What about him?”

“His family …the Romulans…” he trailed off, shrugged. Then he shook head. “That doesn’t excuse his behavior.”

“No. But I’m used to it.”

Jim frowned. “Used to it?”

“I have experienced a number of incidents related to my interactions with biased Humans.”

“Bias,” Jim repeated. “You mean bigoted.”

“As you say.”

“You shouldn’t be used to it, Spock. Next time someone says something to you, you tell me.”

“I will not.”

“Why?”

“That would not improve the behavior, and in fact would likely make the number of incidences increase.”

“Spock—”

“Jim. If you do not mind, I would like to postpone tonight’s match. I find I do not have the capability to concentrate.”

Jim nodded. “Okay, sure. God knows it’s been a terrible day.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I started off officiating at the wedding of Tomlinson and Martine and now…I came from the chapel where Martine was…yeah, terrible day.”

He turned away.

“Captain. Jim. Perhaps…”

Jim looked back at him. “Perhaps?”

“We might experience a level of compatible comfort in each other’s company even without chess tonight.”

He smiled faintly. “What do you have in mind?”

“You might like to read one of your books in here while meditate.”

It wasn’t something Spock had ever suggested before and though it had been on the tip of Jim’s tongue to brush off the invitation with a ‘No, that’s all right’, it suddenly occurred to him what it must have meant for Spock to even suggest such a thing. He could not imagine Spock would with anyone else, and if he refused, that invitation would not come again.

He allowed his smile to widen. “Let me go grab a book and I’ll be right back.”

“I’m going to have tea. Shall I make one for you?”

“Yes, thank you, Mister Spock.”

And Jim went through their shared bathroom to fetch a book, his glum mood much improved.   

Flash Fic, January 05, 2022

Spock has been unsettled ever since the events surrounding Psi 2000. Oh, he is back to his normal self, no longer feeling any effects of the infection, and yet Spock still suffers some…embarrassment…from his behavior.  

He hovers outside the captain’s quarters, feeling an inexplicable need to either or apologize or explain himself and the things he said, but now that he is there, he feels more uncertain.

Spock supposes he wouldn’t have even thought about it, but there’s no doubt that Kirk has treated him somewhat differently since their encounter in the conference room. He is about to turn away, deciding not to speak about it after all, when the door of Kirk’s cabin suddenly opens, and the captain looks startled to see him.

Spock does not blame him.

“Mister Spock? Was there something you wanted to speak with me about?”

Did he? Well, if there is one thing Spock is not, it is coward.

“If I may have a moment?”

“Sure.” Kirk steps back to let him inside.

The door closes behind him, after his entry. He doesn’t want to stay long, he wants this over and done with.

“I wish to apologize.”

“Oh?”

“My…behavior…”

Kirk cuts him off with a shake of his head. Then, “Forget about it, Spock.”

“The things I said while in the conference room—”

Kirk smiles. “I’ve already forgotten about them.”

“Have you?” he asks doubtfully.

“Of course. Many of us did and said things we now regret, Mister Spock. I don’t hold that against any man or woman.” He pauses, his smile widening. “Especially you.”

“Why especially me?”

“Well.” He shrugs. “Those things we experienced. The out of control emotions and the insanity that went with them—”

“One of the reasons Vulcans follow Surak’s teachings is because we view many emotional responses as…insanity.”

“I know. Which is why I don’t blame you most of all. It was something none of us were used to, and especially you. Whatever you said, whatever you felt while under the influence of the infection…I’ve forgotten about it. And forgiven too. I suggest we, all of us, move on from that.”

Spock is more than willing to move on, so he nods. “Very well, Captain.”

“Is that all, Mister Spock?”

“Indeed.”

“I was about to go to the mess for some dinner. Care to accompany me?”

Spock nods again. “That would be agreeable.”

They exist the cabin and fall into step beside each other even as McCoy suddenly appears to join them.

“Where are we going?”

“Dinner.”

“Excellent, I’m hungry.”

And for the first time since they left the dying planet of Psi 2000, Spock feels like most everything has returned to the way it should be.

Flash Fic, January 03, 2022

This month begins a series of flashes for The Original Series. I don’t know know how often I will post, it will be to my whim, honestly. But here is the first one. Some of these are going to be “pre-slash” as I use some series episodes.

If Spock was surprised to see him, he didn’t show it. He just stood back and let Jim in to his quarters.

Jim had a moment where he wondered why he’d come himself. But he had to get this out, he guessed.

The door slid closed after him and he stood rather awkwardly there. He spotted a chess set up where Spock had clearly been playing against the computer. He’d played Spock a few times in the rec room, but never privately.

“How’s the game going?” he asked.

“I am winning.”

Jim smiled. “Of course you are, Mister Spock.”

“You wanted to say something?”

“I wanted to…thank you.”

“Thank me, sir?”

Jim nodded. “For saving my life. When that…creature attacked me, I froze. I didn’t know how to fight against it. It was sucking the salt out and…”

“You are welcome,” Spock said. “But, of course, I merely did my duty as your first officer.”

Jim smiled faintly. “Yes, of course, your duty.”

“Any capable officer would attempt to save their captain,” Spock said calmly.

“I know. But if you hadn’t come along, I would be dead. McCoy was not able to react rationally in that moment.”

“He saw only Nancy.”

“Yeah. So…thank you. Again.” He slid his gaze off of Spock, feeling awkward and uncomfortable, and it landed on the chess set. “If it wouldn’t disrupt your match with the computer, care to challenge me, Spock?”

Spock nodded. “It would not. If you will give me a moment, I’ll set things up.”

“Of course. Thank you, Mister Spock.”

Spock didn’t respond to that, but he did move to set up the game, and after a time, Jim moved in to begin.  

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