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June 2023

Flash Fic, June 27, 2023

A bit of silliness. Enjoy!

“You come here often?”

Spock frowned. Straightened and turned around to face the speaker. “Every day at this time as it is my shift.”

“Oh. I see. Well, that’s cool.”

“Cool?”

“Hmm. Bet your captain is happy to have you.”

Spock arched a brow. “He does not in fact have me. I am currently on duty and it would be highly inappropriate—”

Heavy sigh.

“You suck.”

“What?”

“You. Suck. And totally not in a good way. You are the world’s worst flirter. You are actually…fired.”

Spock watched him walk away and flounce down in his captain’s chair. He saw Nyota averting her gaze but covering her mouth with her hand.

Chekov and Sulu were having such a pointed conversation that it had to be deliberate.

Spock walked over to the captain’s chair and watched the screen for a moment.

“Would you like to get laid later?”

The captain choked. “What?”

“Is that better?”

“Uh.” He blinked. “You know what? Yes. Yes that’s better. I don’t dare let you say anything else. You’re rehired. Back to your post, Commander.”

“Thank you, Captain.”

Spock definitely heard laughter when his back was turned but when he looked everyone was looking straight ahead at their console.

Except the captain who now looked back at him, smiling, his eyes shining with mirth.

And Spock decided he was clearly not as bad at flirting as he had been led to believed.   

Flash Fic June 21, 2023 (Plus Two)

This is the epilogue to the 5 plus 1 earlier. Enjoy!

“Happy Anniversary!” Jim called out as he exited their bathroom, dressed only in a towel and rubbing another towel over his hair to dry it.

Spock who still lounged in bed, yes quite unusual but it had been a rather tiring night, arched a brow. “It is not our anniversary. We bonded on Stardate 07.2264. We went through an Earth marriage on Stardate 09.2264. By my calculations neither anniversary applies.”

Jim smiled and went to the wardrobe closet for his uniform. “Yep, all that’s true. We should plan a big celebration for those by the way. It’s been…four…no five years now.”

Spock rose from the bed and walked over to where Jim was fussing with his clothing. “Agreed, if you wish. But I am still puzzled by your comment a moment ago.”

“It’s the fifth anniversary of when you first told me you loved me.” Jim laughed then, turning just a slight shade of pink as he pulled his command tunic over his head.  “Lame, huh?”

Spock considered. Leaned against the wall beside Jim.  “No, it is not lame.”

Jim smiled. “What are you thinking?”

“I am thinking about when I first realized my deeper emotional regard for you.”

“Yeah? When was that?”

He shook his head. “When you died in the warp core.”

Jim froze, eyes wide. “But you never said anything. Not then. Not after when I was in the hospital.”

“There is an old Earth expression that applies. I did not want to rock the boat. Nyota and I had reconciled during the mission and you seemed enamored of Carol Marcus and she with you. I had no guarantee you returned my feelings and I chose not to take that chance given what the aftermath would be if you did not.” Spock exhaled. “I apologize.”

“You know, it’s okay. I took a long time to say it after I realized too, so I guess I can’t really blame you. And we’re here now, as we are.”

“When did you realize, Jim?”

Jim made a face. “Not sure I should tell you.”

“If you wish to keep the information to yourself, I accept that.”

His husband sighed. “I realized when it hurt so bad that you filed a report behind my back and I got demoted and we weren’t going to be on the same ship. And how much it hurt that you didn’t even really consider me a friend. That’s when.”

Spock moved forward and drew Jim into his arms. “I am sorry, adun.”

“That was a long time ago. We’re good now.”

Spock nodded and held him tighter.  “Yes. I love you, Jim.”

“I love you too.”

“And…Happy Anniversary.”   

Six (also known as the Plus One)

Five Times Spock told Jim he loved him and the one time Jim told Spock.

Spock woke to the sound of rain against a window.

No, that wasn’t right.

He woke to lying in a biobed in the medbay. And it wasn’t rain, but Jim’s tears.

Jim, sitting in a chair beside Spock’s bed, had his face hidden against his forearm, which he leaned against  the bed.

“Jim,” Spock rasped.

Jim’s gaze rose instantly, tears still spraying his lashes, as he jumped up from the chair.

“Spock!” Jim leaned over him and kissed him on the lips, the wetness of his tears falling on Spock as he did so. “Don’t ever do that again!”

Though he felt incredibly weak, Spock lifted his arms to wrap around Jim to hold him close against him.

“It is all right.”

Jim pulled away and wiped his eyes. “No it isn’t! You almost died.”

“I am…somewhat relieved to find that I did not.”

“Somewhat relieved?” Jim repeated, sounding scandalized. He closed his eyes. Shook his head. Opened them again. They were pooling with renewed tears which alarmed Spock.

“Jim, I—”

“I fucking love you so much,” Jim managed to get out in a choked voice. “And this isn’t funny.”

“T’hy’la, I assure you I did not mean to imply that it is.” Spock swallowed hard. His heat beat fast. “You have never said that before.”

Jim stared at him. “What?”

“That you love me.”

Jim laughed and shook his head again. “You have to be daft not to know I am crazy in love with you.”

“I am not daft. I always believed that you did, but it is very nice to hear it for certain.” Spock paused. “Even under these circumstances.”

Jim grabbed his hand. “I will say it every day, every hour if it will keep you from pulling such a dumbass move again.”

“I will always offer my life as an alternative to yours, T’hy’la.”

“What is that word anyway? You’ve said it a few times.”

“It is a Vulcan word. It is hard to explain entirely but most easily explained to you by using the term…soulmate.”

Jim smiled. “Soulmate? I like the sound of that. I gotta tell Bones you’re awake or he’ll kill me.”

“Wait.” Spock held onto Jim’s hand. “Bond with me.”

“Now?” Jim’s brows rose.

“Not this very minute but in the foreseeable future.”

“A proposal, Mister Spock?”

“Yes.”

“And that’s what I say too.” Jim pulled Spock’s hand to his and kissed the fingers. “Yes.”

Five

This one is a bit dramatic!

“Go ahead and say it. This is another fine mess you’ve gotten us into, Captain.”

Spock shot Jim a derisive look just before he crouched down and fired his phaser. “Since you said it for me, there is no need.”

Jim snorted and mumbled something that sounded very much like ‘asshole’ to Spock.

They were pinned in by a rogue group of Klingons who had been holding the natives of this planet hostage when the Enterprise had arrived. Things had taken a very nasty turn as the two security officers who had accompanied them had been slaughtered by the Klingons.

Unless they were able to reach the Enterprise soon to have himself and Jim beamed up, it didn’t look good. So far Jim had been trying for ten minutes straight with no response.

“In my defense, I had no idea it was going to be an ambush,” Jim protested. “Kirk to Enterprise. Lock on to our signals and beam us up now!”

But there was no beam up and no response.

Spock could hear the growing frustration in Jim’s voice and he knew he was going to have to act to save his captain and lover. What happened to Spock did not matter. Jim’s survival was his priority.

He assessed the situation and decided he could take out the Klingons closest to Jim readily enough but ones by him might be more challenging. Perhaps he could get the ones by Jim and Jim could get the ones by him and before more arrived, they could make it to a better location on the planet to call for help.

Spock conveyed the plan to Jim who agreed.

The first part worked out well and they managed to run from the area they were trapped in after disabling their Klingon aggressors.

Unfortunately, just as Jim pulled his communicator out to contact the Enterprise another Klingon appeared near Jim’s location ready to strike.

“No!”

Spock flung himself between Jim and the Klingon and he took a hit right above his heart just as Jim fired his phaser to drop the Klingon.

“Spock, hang on, hang on.”

Spock felt Jim’s arms cradling him. He was losing consciousness.

“Do not grieve, T’hy’la. I love you.”

Four

“I can’t believe it.”

Spock blinked. A moment ago, Jim was smiling and laughing, seated at the dining table across from Spock, those blue eyes of his sparking with mirth and affection that made Spock’s heart beat faster. Anticipation had flowed through Spock that this would be a terrific night of intimacy and perhaps even declaration he had been hoping for.

But Jim’s tone had changed to be ice cold and every trace of enjoyment slipped off his face as if it had been an illusion.

“What is it? What is wrong?”

“Franks is here.”

“Your stepfather?”

“Yes.” Jim shoots daggers toward a tall, gray-haired man sitting at a table several feet away from theirs. “Ex.”

“I assure you he will get nowhere near you ever again.”

“I’m not afraid of him.” Jim thrust aside his napkin and rose. “I have to go.”

To Spock’s shock, Jim stormed out of the restaurant.

He took care of the bill and then hurried after him. He didn’t have far too go. Jim was by the Pier, gazing out at the ocean.

Jim shook his head when Spock approached. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin things for tonight.”

They were on a very brief shore leave. It was back to the Enterprise tomorrow.

“You did not.”

“Yeah I did.” Jim sighed. “Of all the damn places for him to show up. I don’t know why I still let him get to me.”

Spock pulled him close, arms wrapped around him. He could feel a lot of turmoil coming from Jim.

“What are you thinking?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Let me see.”

Spock put his hand to Jim’s face.

“What you want doesn’t matter, you are no one.”

Spock narrowed his eyes and looked at Jim’s face. “That is so far from the truth as to be truly astonishing.”

Jim’s lips curved slightly. “Yeah?”

“You are everything and I love you.”

“Well, if you of all people, love me that has to count for something,” Jim said in an overly jovial manner.

“I will gladly see that he is wiped off the planet, if that is what you desire,” Spock said, quite seriously.

Jim sighed and shook his head. “His very existence doesn’t bother me, Spock. I promise. It just…I was having a really good night, and him being there just surprised me.” He grabbed Spock’s hand. “Let’s go back to the hotel.”

“Definitely. But give me a moment to settle with the restaurant. I will be right back.”

Spock left Jim there for a moment. And of course he already had settled, with the restaurant anyway, but there was something else he needed to do.

Jim was giving him  as strange look when he reappeared. He reached up and straightened Spock’s hair. “How’d you get your hair messy?”

Spock replied, “I am sure I do not know.”

Three

“Oh, hey.”

Spock could not decide based on the tone of Jim’s voice or even the expression on Jim’s face if his seeking out Jim’s location on observation deck was welcome.

Earlier, when Spock was unable to reach him, he had learned Jim was at 10 Forward, and so was McCoy, so Spock had left him to it. But when Spock went to Jim’s quarters later, Jim was still not there, and Spock had discovered through the computer he was at his current location.

“Been looking for me?”

“Affirmative.” Spock paused. “If my presence is unwelcome, I will leave.”

“You’re never unwelcome,” Jim said softly, before turning his gaze away to the stars. “You heard?”

“Yes. I am sorry for the loss of your brother. I grieve with thee.”

“I hadn’t even seen him in years, you know? He didn’t care about me, so why should I care about him?”

“Emotions are seldom logical.”

Jim snorted. “That’s an understatement.”

Spock was pleased when Jim turned and threw himself into Spock’s arms. Spock closed his arms around Jim and held him there.

“I love you,” Spock told him.

“I know,” Jim whispered. “Thank you. I need you so much right now.”

Spock was glad to hear it and though it was not yet the three words he longed to hear, for now, it would be enough.

The final three parts will be next week sometime. Not Wednesday, as Ji’s birthday flash will be that day but on the other days. We shall see which ones!  

Two

“Is he conscious?” Spock demanded of Doctor McCoy.

“Mostly. He’s going in and out.”

“Can I see him?”

“Just don’t stress him out. Keep things low key. I want his vitals to stay stable while I continue to monitor him for systemic infection.”

Spock agreed not to upset Jim and went to the biobed where Jim lay after yet another injury he sustained on a planetary mission.

Jim’s blue eyes followed his approach and Jim’s lips curved in a tiny smile. “Hey.”

Spock pointed to his hair. “That bit of gray is your fault.”

Jim laughed quietly. “Nice try. You have no gray hair.”

“I do not know why,” Spock said softly.

“I’m sorry.”

“I am aware.” Spock smoothed the hair off Jim’s face. “You should rest. Get some sleep.”

“How’s the ship?”

“It is fine. Do not be concerned. Close your eyes. I will be here when you wake.”

“Promise?”

“Always.” As Jim closed his eyes, Spock leaned down and kissed his forehead. “I love you.”

But of course Jim was asleep.

Five Plus One (and One)

It’s that time again, time for a 5 plus 1 story. And since I did a 5 times Jim told Spock he loved him and the one time Spock told Jim, well… I am sure you get the theme.

One

Spock hadn’t ever said I Love You to Nyota. He had managed to get by with things like “I hold you in the highest regard” and “I care about you” and even “You have my affections”.  Once he had said, “There is no one else I would rather be with”. That had been true at the time. Until it wasn’t true anymore. Yes, he still cared and still held her in high regard, but ultimately someone else held his affections and he did want to be with Jim, their captain.

Their breakup had been messier than Spock had wanted it to be. They’d ended things before Krall and Altamid, back when Spock had thought he was going to New Vulcan. And when he changed his mind, based on Jim’s needs—but no, based on his own needs—Nyota had misunderstood. He had gone to save her when she was in danger, because of his affection for her, and he had attended Jim’s birthday party to spend time with her, but also Jim, and she had thought it meant he wanted to continue their relationship.  When Spock explained the truth, well, the end had been messy. They were better now. All of them.

Spock had established a romantic relationship with Jim when Jim expressed a mutual interest. The sexual part had been beyond anything Spock could have imagined.

Two months into that relationship and spending almost every single night with Jim, either making love or just sleeping together, Spock had dared to whisper those three words for the first time in his life, “I love you.”

He had felt Jim’s smile against his bare arm and Jim had given him a hard squeeze.

And said, “Who do you think should be on tomorrow’s landing party?”

Spock had replied, dutifully, of course, and the moment passed.

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