June Flashes

Flash Fic, June 27, 2025

We come to the end of June (thank goodness, it’s been a rotten month for me). Look for Christmas in July starting next week!

Jim had never been a fan of extreme temperatures in either direction. He hated toe be cold. But at least you could curl up in front of a fire under a cozy blanket. Turn the furnace on. Bundle up.

But sometimes when it got too hot no amount of AC cooled him off. You could only take off so many clothes. Stay in the pool for so long.

Anyway, no. He liked mild temps.

This place was not that.

On the surface, pun intended, he could understand why the Vulcans chose this planet to colonize after the unfortunate and horrific destruction of their own. The surface temperature was a million which they were used to.

“Your propensity for hyperbole is showing, Captain.”

Jim sighed. “Maybe not a million.”

Spock arched a brow. “We would all be dead if it were.”

“And honestly, that sucks by the way.”

Spock gave Jim a perplexed look.

Jim tapped a finger on his forehead. “ I didn’t say that out loud, you know. You’re harvesting thoughts from my brain.”

“It is not ‘harvesting’ thoughts,” Spock almost snapped.

Hit a raw nerve, Jim thought, which only made Spock look more pissy. Unfortunately for Spock, Jim found his pissy face really sexy.

Jim smiled and gestured to the door. “Shall we?”

Spock leaned forward and opened the door. “Father? We are here.”

Jim followed Spock inside, relieved it was a bit cooler inside. Which was good as he swore he was about to pass out.

Spock glanced at him, frowning slightly. “Perhaps you should sit. I thought the doctor gave you a shot to help you breathe.”

“I can breathe, I’m just super hot.”

Spock nodded and grabbed Jim’s hand, leading him over to a chair and practically pushing him into it.

“Father?”

“I am here,” Sarek stated, arriving in the room wearing an absurd amount of layers of robes and looking as cool as a cucumber. Definitely not fair. “I will get you some cool water, Captain.”

“Thanks,” Jim said.

Sarek left briefly and then returned with a glass filled with ice and water, with slices of cucumber. Jim took it and wondered if Spock was the only one harvesting his thoughts.

“Father, I…” Spock paused. “I wanted to advise you that I have…I now have a mate.”

Sarek was silent for a moment and then he looked from Spock to Jim. “I see.”

Spock cleared his throat. “As you have surmised, my mate is Captain Kirk. Jim.”

Sarek nodded and turned to Jim. “Welcome to our family, Jim.”

Jim smiled. “Thank you, sir.”

“We shall now have a celebration meal,” Sarek announced. “You may call me Father if you wish.”

Jim blinked. “Uh. Oh. Okay. Sure.” He felt himself blush. “F-Father.”

Sarek’s lips turned upward slightly. “I believe it will take some getting used to for both of us.”

Jim laughed. “Yeah.”

“I will get things ready for the meal.”

“Do you require assistance?” Spock asked as Sarek turned away.

“No. Please sit and make yourselves comfortable.”

When they were alone, Jim sighed.

“You were nervous?” Spock asked.

“Of course. You weren’t?”

“Somewhat.” Spock admitted. “But you are much admired across the universe.”

Jim snorted, leaned over and kissed Spock quick.

“Drink your water,” Spock murmured.

There was a slight click and cool air flowed down on him from above. “Oh thank God.”

“I believe it was my father who was responsible not a deity.”

Jim laughed again. “Shut up.”

June 27, 2025

Flash Fic, June 20, 2025

Even if Spock hadn’t noticed Jim jerking his head up, clearly trying to keep from falling asleep, he would have known his captain was bored. Even without him desperately trying to hide a yawn.

He also knew Jim hadn’t gotten any sleep the night before. Neither had Spock, but Vulcans could go without sleep much longer than Humans. And even though the reason for Jim’s lack of sleep had been extremely pleasurable, Spock somewhat regretted it now.

The captain wasn’t trying to be rude. He was tired and the Vulcan speaking at the head of the conference table spoke in an uninflected monotone. On a subject Spock knew Jim wasn’t particularly interested in.

The problem was Admiral Barrington had glanced their direction a time or two, narrowing her eyes.

During the break, Jim got a coffee, but as Spock was trying to bring him outside for some fresh air to wake him up further, Admiral Barrington approached.”

“Captain. Commander.”

“Admiral. We were about get some air. Care to join us?” Jim asked, politely.

“Yes.”

Spock opened the door to outside for her and the captain.

Then she looked back over her shoulder at Jim.

“You do not look well, Jim.”

“Admiral?”

She sighed. ”Forget the Admiral-Captain nonsense. I’m just Mom right now.”

Jim reddened. He looked chastised.

She glanced at Spock. “I expect to see you both at dinner tonight with my husband.”

It was a recent marriage for her. Dr. Adam Barrington was a much admired physicist and brother of the Federation president.

Still, Spock was surprised. The invitation for dinner hadn’t included him before.

“Admiral—”

“I have eyes, Mr. Spock.” She sighed and turned back to Jim. “The collar of dress uniform barely covers the marks.”

Jim’s eyes widened. “Mom!”

She rolled hers. “Wear something casual to dinner, both of you. No uniforms. Maybe a turtleneck though.” She was smiling. “I’m glad you finally snagged him. I did wonder.”

Jim choked on a laugh.

“You do look terrible. No sleep? You never did handle that well. Listen, the rest of this isn’t any more interesting than the first part. Go get some sleep. You’re excused.” She arched a brow at Spock. “You aren’t.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jim looked enormously relieved. “Really? I’m excused?”

“Just from the conference today. Not from dinner. You’d both better be there.”

“We will. I will.” Jim leaned over and kissed her cheek. Grinned. “Thanks, Admiral.”

His mother laughed. “Weird as hell, right? Did you ever think I’d get this kind of promotion?”

“It’s not underserved,” her son assured her. “See you and Adam for dinner.”

Spock was grateful Jim was going to get to rest but, admittedly anxious about the dinner. With a shrug, after the break, Spock returned to the conference, his attention riveted by the speakers.

PS. I’ll be gone all weekend to Vegas (planned trip so I will be hobbling around), so any response will be delayed!

June 20, 2025

Flash Fic, June 13, 2025

Well, it’s a month with Friday the 13th! Should have known!

“You know this is ridiculous. I don’t need to be carried like a…”

“A child?” Spock suggested.

Jim scowled. “I was going to say a damsel in distress.”

And he was in distress. He’d fallen down a set of stone steps and really landed hard on his twisted leg. Everything hurt.

Spock carried him to the cabin they were sharing on their shore leave. He stopped at the entrance to gain access at the door and then carried Jim inside and toward the bedroom.

“I think we should contact Doctor McCoy.”

“Nothing is broken and I don’t want to bother Bones. It’s his shore leave too.”

Spock deposited him on the bed. “You do not know if anything is broken.”

“I’m pretty sure. It would hurt a hell of a lot worse than this. And trust me, it hurts bad enough.”

Spock leaned down and studied Jim’s leg and ankle. He was wearing shorts as they’d been out exploring the planet ruins. No doubt about it his skin was scraped and his ankle and foot were throbbing.

Spock made a face, turned and walked away.

Jim sighed and closed his eyes.

A few minutes later Spock returned with a first aid kit. Silently, he began to clean up the scrapes on Jim’s leg. Then he gently bandaged Jim’s foot and ankle and handed Jim an ice pack.

“Thanks,” Jim offered though Spock would not meet his gaze. “Hey. Talk to me.”

Spock sat on the edge of the bed. “You came very close to falling off that cliff at the bottom of those stairs.”

“I know. I didn’t fall on purpose, Spock. And I didn’t go over the cliff.”

“You would not have survived such a fall.”

Jim looked down at Spock’s hands which were clenched tight together and he saw the Vulcan was shaking.

“Hey.” Jim reached for him. “I’m here. I’m okay.” He pulled him into an embrace. “I love you.”

Spock pulled back a little, blinking in surprise. “That is the first time you have said that.”

Jim smiled. “Is it? Well you’ve known it for a long time.”

“Still…it is good to hear out loud. And I love you as well.”

“I know. And I’m sorry if I have ruined our shore leave.”

“You have not ruined it. Perhaps you have changed the nature of the leave but we will still spend time together. Would you like to sit on the couch while I make us dinner?”

“I’d tell you I would help but I don’t think I can stand for long periods yet. But yes, I’d love to.”

Spock stood, scooped Jim into his arms and carried him to the living room. Jim smiled and pulled him in for a kiss.

June 13, 2025

June 06, 2025 Flash Fic

We start June’s flashes with a little melancholy.

Though the mission had been very successful, Jim found himself incredibly tired and he just wanted to go straight to his quarters and to bed.

He stiffened automatically when Bones approached.

“You need to come in and let me check you out.”

“Nothing happened, Bones. I’m fine.”

Bones shook his head. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

“I just want to go to bed.”

“This won’t take long,” his friend insisted without sympathy. He steered Jim into sickbay. “Now sit there on that biobed while I scan you.”

Jim did, mostly because he was too weary to argue. He did mutter, “No one attacked me.”

Bones ignored him again and lifted up his scanner and moved all along Jim. Eventually lowered it and declared, “You seem to be okay.”

“Told you.” He slipped off the bed.

“Come on to the mess and have dinner with me.”

“I just want to go to bed.”

“You gotta eat. Come on.”

Jim let himself be dragged to the mess room even though he wasn’t hungry. Bones ordered him pasta with vodka sauce, normally something he really liked, but he just stabbed at it and barely took a bite. It seemed like too much effort to chew.

“You’re not eating much.”

“Not that hungry.”

“Are you sure everything went all right down there?”

“Couldn’t have gone better.” Jim smiled. “Just tired, Bones.”

Bones sighed. “All right. Go on. I won’t keep you.”

Relieved, Jim got up and started to leave the mess room, but his exit was blocked by Uhura.

“Captain, do you have a moment?”

“Well, not really. I was on my way to go to bed.”

“Don’t worry, this won’t take long.”

Jim pursed his lips. “Okay, shoot.”

“I wanted to go over my report about the recommendations I made regarding communications—”

Jim’s mind wandered and he struggled to pay attention.

“Captain?”

“Whatever you want, Lieutenant. You have my permission.”

“Really?” She seemed eager, yet skeptical.

“Yeah, you’re in charge of communications, you make the decisions. Provided it doesn’t violate any Starfleet policies or regulations.”

“It doesn’t.”

“Good. Now, excuse me.”

He reached the corridor.

“Keptin—”

“Tomorrow, Pavel.”

Finally he got into the turbolift. Unfortunately it was occupied.

“I’m ready for that drink now,” Scotty told him, cheerfully.

“Drink?”

“Aye. You said you’d come have a drink with me. I’m on my way to engineering and I happen to have a bottle of scotch there. Don’t tell the captain of course,” Scotty joked.

“Scotty—”

“Just a wee one. Won’t take long.”

Jim nodded and tried not to sag against the wall of the turbolift.

He followed Scotty to Engineering.

He’d taken two sips of the scotch when his vision blurred and he would have gone down except he was suddenly held by two very strong Vulcan arms. Even though everything was blurry, he would have recognized those arms anywhere.

“Excuse us,” Spock spoke to Scotty. “The captain is going to bed.”

He could have kissed Spock and maybe he did, Jim didn’t know.

The next thing he was conscious of was being undressed and placed in bed in his quarters.

“Thanks,” he whispered.

Spock tucked him beneath the covers and then sat on the edge of the bed. “Do you need anything else, ashayam?”

“No. Just tired.”

“I know. It’s been a rough day.” Spock leaned over and brushed Jim’s hair off his forehead. “Your brother is at peace now.”

“How’d you know I was thinking of Sam?”

Spock tapped his head and Jim chuckled softly.

“Yeah. Thank you, love, for understanding.”

“I do. Go to sleep. It will be a new day tomorrow.”

Jim closed his eyes.

On a lark, I asked the AI here to create an image of Captain Kirk asleep, I am attaching it here (naturally they went with Bill although it’s almost a mix!)

June 6, 2025

Flash Fic Revisit June 2017

I didn’t have time to write anything new for today but thought it might be fun to take a complete blast from the past. This flash is from June 2017! Enjoy

Jim sighed as he stood in front of a mirror in Bones’ office in the medbay. He pulled at his collar.

“Stop that,” Bones snapped. He came over and fixed Jim’s tie that Jim had just made askew.

“Why do I have to wear this…tuxedo,” Jim said, recalling the name.

“Because it’s a costume party with the theme 21^st Century clothes and you look positively gorgeous in it.”

Jim made a face and peered at himself. “Damn Uhura and her stupid ideas anyway.”

“I heard that.” The lieutenant herself appeared in Bones’ office dressed in a sparkly sequined red dress with a handkerchief hem. She wore red hoops in her ears.

“Where’s Spock?”

“He doesn’t want to come.” She rolled her eyes. “He’s being a pain in the ass.” She whistled. “You look fantastic.”

“It’s uncomfortable.”

“Stop whining.” She took out her communicator and punched in a message.

“What are you doing?” Jim asked.

“Nothing.” She smiled and returned the communicator to a pocket. She twirled around. “You are supposed to say I look gorgeous too.”

“Doesn’t that go without saying? And anyway, if Spock gets out of it, how come I have to go?”

“You’re the captain, that’s why,” Bones said. He pulled on a T-shirt.

“What are you supposed to be?”

Bones grinned. “A beach bum.”

“You know I—”

“Captain, Nyota said you needed me for—” Spock stopped. Stared at Jim. His eyes widened.

Uhura giggled and grabbed Bones’ arm. “Come on, I don’t think you’re going to want to see this.”

“See what?” Bones asked as she dragged him away.

“Spock?” Jim asked. “What’s wrong?”

“You-you are…” Spock grabbed Jim’s biceps and pulled him flush against him.

Jim’s tongue darted out to trace his lips. “I am?”

Spock’s eyes got impossibly darker. “Not going anywhere.” His lips claimed Jim’s as he pressed the button to close the door.

June 26, 2023

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.”

June 21, 2023

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.”

June 16, 2023

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.”

June 15, 2023

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