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March 2021

March 05, 2021 Flash Fic

Spock approached the apartment building, glancing up at the windows of the fourth floor. He entered through the double automatic doors and then rode the lift up.

Perhaps it would be a waste of his time as Spock wasn’t even sure he was home.

He turned right on the floor and stepped up to number 402. He made a fist and knocked.

After a few seconds he heard footsteps approach. Spock straightened.

The door opened and one blue eye peered out.

“Cadet Kirk?”

Kirk opened the door wider and stared out at Spock. “Yeah.”

“I believe I have your PADD.”

March 04, 2021 Flash Fic

Some of these will definitely leave you with more questions than answers!

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“What are you doing out here?”

Spock glanced toward the side door of his house where Jim stood, hands on hips. The hot afternoon sun would be beating down on Spock’s head if he were not wearing a sun hat. Currently Spock was on his knees with his hands far down in the dirt of the plant bed in front of him.

“Jim! I was not expecting you until tomorrow.”

“I arrived early. Your dad said you were out here.” Jim wiped his brow. “It’s damn hot.”

“Go inside. I will be behind you in only a moment.”

March 03, 2021 Flash Fic

His first officer lay still as a corpse on the biobed and Jim was very much afraid of the reason for that. He wanted to see if Spock was cold to the touch, but didn’t want to get close enough to do so for fear he’d find out exactly why.

It made no sense.

But when did Jim ever make sense?

A hundred scenarios ran through his head as he watched Bones work on him. All the ways he could have told Spock exactly how he felt. Never had. And maybe now, never could.

“Bones?”

“He’s in a healing trance.”   

March 02, 2021 Flash Fic

“So…what do you think?”

He was anxious. Heart pounding. Palms sweaty.

“About what?”

Slowly he let out a breath, long and shaky.

“What-what I told you.”

And now he was regretting everything. It had been a mistake to share this. Why had he done that? No good ever came from sharing his feelings.

“Jim.”

He realized he was looking at the ground, dejected and ashamed.

“Jim.”

He lifted his gaze and stared into dark eyes that were surprisingly warm.

Spock lifted his hand to Jim’s, touching their palms together.

“I think…it is about time.”

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