March Flashes

Flash Fic March 13, 2026

Jim couldn’t believe Spock was there, outside the window, hand outstretched toward them. He wore all black and blended in with the ominous darkness out the window.

Within the rest of the house Jim could still hear blasts and explosions.

Jim glanced toward the bedroom door, heart pounding.

“Tolar and his family.”

Spock gave barely a shake of his head. “They are beyond help. You must hurry. They will come your way within minutes, perhaps seconds.”

Jim swallowed down the sorrow at the thought of Desda, a daughter he never knew about, gone already. He could see the mirroring sadness in his mother’s gaze and also fright.

“Jim—” Spock began.

“Go, Mom. Now. Spock’s right. We have to get out of here now.”

Jim helped his mom scramble out of the window and into Spock’s arms to help her out and onto solid ground. Just as Jim was climbing through to follow her, the door to their room was blasted open. Spock pulled him the rest of the way out.

“I have a vehicle ready.”

“We need to get to Kinavvern to get my niece’s children,” Mom said as she hurried into the hover vehicle.”

“It is wise to leave the Orion colonies,” Spock replied.

“Sure is,” she agreed. “But not without them.”

Jim exhaled. “Yeah, she’s right. We need to get them.”

“Very well.” Spock’s hover car shot away from Tolar’s house and the massacre that had occurred there.

“What was that?” Jim asked, when he could find the words.

“I am not sure.”

Suddenly Desda popped up from the back of the hover car. “I can tell you.”

“Desda!” his mother exclaimed.

“It would seem we have a stowaway,” Spock remarked, speeding up ever faster.

“Yes. Jim’s daughter.”

Spock glanced his way, his eyes widening in surprise.

Jim shook his head and turned to Desda.

“All right. Spill. What did we walk into there when Tolar brought us there?”

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Flash Fic March 06, 2026

Dinner at Tolar’s house was awkward, honestly, and most of the time Jim was in something of a fog. Fortunately his mother managed to carry any conversation Tolar and his family looked for from them.

Jim sort of remembered providing a couple of brief responses. He felt…bad…guilty he didn’t know. He had never known he had a daughter nor ever wanted one, honestly. He couldn’t recall having any conversation with Gaila about kids. But based on her not telling him about Desda, maybe she had known after all.

He was glad she was being raised by her uncle and his wife. That was good. He didn’t know the first thing about raising a Human kid let alone an Orion one, and despite her blue eyes, Desda looked passable as full Orion.

Jim didn’t want to interfere with anything to do with Gaila’s family. Obviously Tolar had feared that he would but he definitely would not.

After dinner his mother and Desda talked in the corner and he could hear Desda asking if she might be able to keep in touch via messaging.

Jim wanted to tell his mother not to get her hopes up that she would have a relationship with her granddaughter. He was pretty sure Desda’s family did not want that.

“Your mother seems taken with my niece,” Tolar said, walking up to where Jim stood to observe them.

“She, uh, sorry. She doesn’t have any with either of her children. Or I guess she doesn’t know with my brother. The point is, she’s a little eager. But I promise we aren’t interested in taking over. I know you are her family.”

Tolar nodded. “We are. But if Desda wants to message your mother or you, I find no objection to that. You must be tired and you must get an early start to collect your family from the school; Let me show you to your room for the night.”

Jim did not sleep well. He woke every fifteen minutes with a sense of foreboding he could not shake. He dozed off and on but never had a restful sleep. His mom had wanted to talk about Desda but Jim told her they’d talk in the morning. It had been a long trying day and he could see she was as exhausted as he was.

He was glad she had been able to fall asleep. But he dozed sitting up, phaser at the ready. He felt no real threat from Tolar and his family but Jim had learned over the years you couldn’t be too careful.

So given all that, Jim was surprised to find himself waking to the sound of gunfire.

“Jim?” His mom’s frantic voice.

“Ssh. Get down.” He sprang up and scanned the dark room, but he saw no one in their room. But he also realized it was coming from within other parts of the house and mixed with the gunfire he could hear screams.

“Jim, what is it?” she whispered.

“I don’t know, but it isn’t good.”

The window to the room opened and Jim turned raising his phaser.

“Come with me. Now.”

Jim’s heart felt like it might explode. “Spock?”

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Flash Fic, March 28, 2025

The day was going pretty good, Jim thought, and he was in a good mood. He should have known, but in truth he was entirely gobsmacked when Uhura chased him down.

“Captain, is it true?”

“Is what true, Lieutenant?”

She grabbed his arm and brought him over to the side of the corridor.

“Spock got married?”

His heart dropped into his stomach and it was all he could do to maintain composure. “Excuse me?”

“On New Vulcan. You didn’t hear?”

Spock had taken a leave on New Vulcan as he’d been informed Sarek was ill. He’d been gone just over three weeks and Jim had been expecting him to return to the Enterprise in a week.

“Got married,” he repeated faintly.

“Yes. To a Vulcan woman. At Sarek’s insistence I understand.” She huffed. “I thought he’d given that all up when he decided to stay with us but now—”

Just before Spock left, he’d kissed Jim for the first time. They’d kissed a lot before he left, with the promise of more to come.

“Where did you hear this?” Jim forced himself to ask. “Was it a reliable source?”

Uhura pursed her lips. “Very reliable.” She glanced away for a moment, then back to him. “I was monitoring communications to Starfleet, and the Federation, sir, and—”

“Wait. You were listening in on classified communications””

She looked embarrassed. “They weren’t exactly classified. I’d been wondering how it was going there since we hadn’t heard anything and I became concerned.” She lowered her voice. “I thought for sure that the two of you…”

He straightened. “That’s really none of your concern, Lieutenant.”

“Maybe. But you’re my friends, my family and…I don’t know what to think.”

Jim nodded. “All right. What exactly did you hear?”

“That Sarek wanted to officially report his son’s marriage.”

“And?”

She shook her head. “There was nothing else.”

“How do you know it was to a Vulcan woman?”

“Spock told me the council, which Sarek was now a member of, was still pressuring him about marrying a Vulcan and procreating to help the population. Sarek said he could remain on the Enterprise even after bonding as his Vulcan mate probably wouldn’t require him other than their appointed time.”

“Ponn Far.”

“Yes,” she agreed softly. “Spock wasn’t entirely sure he would experience it. We discussed it at length back when we…well, when we considered bonding.”

Through it all Jim wasn’t sure how he managed not to choke on his own heart break, but he found himself nodding again.

“I guess we wait for Spock to learn what happened.”

“Yes, sir. Captain…Jim…I’m…”

He patted her shoulder. “I’ll be okay, Nyota. Return to duty.”

“Yes, sir.”

And for the next week Jim did his best to forget about the whole thing. If Spock had gotten married, well, Jim would move on. He had no intention of maintaining a relationship with Spock, even if Spock only had to go to his wife during “his time”.

Jim made sure he wasn’t available when Spock returned to the Enterprise because he just couldn’t deal with it yet, but he should have known Spock would come straight to his quarters.

Jim sighed and called enter after the computer told him it was Spock.

He forced a smile. “Welcome back, Mister Spock. I hear congratulations are in order.”

Spock tilted his head. “Congratulations, Captain?”

“Yeah. You got married on New Vulcan? Uhura overhead something about reporting it to Starfleet.”

Spock shook his head.

“You didn’t get married to a Vulcan woman to produce babies?”

“I did not.” Spock took a few steps forward. “Jim, it was my belief we are engaged in a romantic relationship of our own. Albeit only just started when I left.”

“Well…yeah.”

“Why would I then marry someone else?”

Jim was starting to feel a lot better but he was still confused. “But what did Uhura overhear then?”

Spock seemed thoughtful and then he took Jim’s hand. “I believe Nyota might have overheard my father speaking about Sybok.”

“Who?”

“My half-brother. He survived the destruction of Vulcan and though my father was estranged with him, we cannot afford such estrangements. Sybok bonded with a Vulcan woman while we were both there to see my father during his illness.”

Jim blew out a relieved breath. “Oh. Well. Oh. How is your dad?”

“He is recovering.”

“I’m glad to hear. And sorry I jumped to conclusions.”

Spock pulled him into an embrace and Jim relaxed against him. “I missed you.”

Jim smiled. “Yeah? I missed you too.”

Spock pulled back and looked into Jim’s eyes. “I did not get married on New Vulcan. However, perhaps it is time I told you about T’hy’la.”

“T’hy’la?”

“You might wish to sit down.”

March 28, 2025

Flash Fic, March 21, 2025

I still have plans for a more involved Friday flash but I’m going away this weekend and I also need to update My Tears Will Wash Me Away so you are going to get a quicky simple one this week!

“We’re not here to meet one of your ex-lovers are we?” Bones asked with a mix of amusement and sarcasm that was pure Bones classic.

Jim shot him a look, mostly because Spock stood next to him and the Vulcan had visibly stiffened at the doctor’s words. Their…whatever…was new still. Like brand spanking new (and there had been spanking involved actually). So he guessed Bones could be forgiven for his faux pas.

“No,” he stressed. “Geez, despite rumors to the contrary I don’t have a lover in every port. Or, er, planet.”

Spock’s look was chilly but he said nothing.

They were on shore leave and naturally Spock hadn’t wanted to come along in the first place. But given what was really going on, Jim had insisted. He didn’t reveal any information to either Spock or Bones in case Jim was left disappointed again.

Which honestly was what he expected.

Still at the appointed time, as they stood there outside the seaside restaurant, Jim held his breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He was feeling a little sick.

“Captain?” Spock questioned.

Because even though the night before Spock had been fully engaged in Jim exploration he couldn’t quite give in to calling Jim by his name even on shore leave. It was still something Spock struggled with.

When five minutes had passed and still nothing, Jim began to give into the disappointment that had just been under the surface. He opened his mouth to apologize to his two friends when…

“Jim!”

Suddenly his mom launched into his arms and following right behind her was a big giant of a man who Jim recognized as his older brother. He managed to squeeze both their mom and Jim into a giant bear hug. Tears sprang to Jim’s eyes but he was pretty sure some of that was from having the breath squeezed out of him.

“I can’t breathe,” Jim finally croaked and Sam let go. Jim smiled at his mom and brother and then turned to Spock and Bones.

“Family, meet my other family.” And then he grabbed Spock’s arm and pulled him closer. “This is my…Spock.”

His mom grinned. “So you’re his Spock!”

Sam laughed and the sound of it filled Jim with warmth. It was going to be okay.

March 21, 2025

Flash Fic, March 14, 2025

This isn’t really what I wanted to post for this week but time got away from me and I didn’t have time to devote to the flash I intended to write, so you get this one. It’s sort of a mix of POVs which I don’t like to do in the same scene but eh, it is what it is. It also ended up being a bit longer than I thought it would.

Uhura didn’t often come to this part of the observation deck. At least not anymore. It was nicknamed “The Crying Room” because it seemed the location most chose to come when they were feeling particularly down. You had to be an officer to have access to this area and it had some of the best views of the stars and also many private areas for reflection.

When her relationship with Spock was ending, she’d come there but she’d moved on from those days. She no longer felt sorry for what was not meant to be and looked forward to the future.

She wasn’t even sure what brought her there this particular night. Intuition of some kind, maybe? Whatever. She had only been there a few short moments looking out at the vastness of space when she heard someone crying.

They weren’t far away and she turned to leave, feeling as though she was intruding on the person’s grief, but something in the way it sounded reminded her of who it might be and that was strange. She wouldn’t have expected to find him here these days. Maybe once, but now…

“Captain?”

Uhura approached the corner area where she knew there was a small alcove with a cushioned bench, like one of the old-fashioned fainting couches in long ago history. It was secluded and she guessed many didn’t even know it was there. There was one small round window that looked out to space, like a ship’s porthole.

“Captain?”

He was huddled in the bench, legs pulled up tight to his chest, arms wrapped around those legs.

“Jim? Are you all right?”

He shook his head but didn’t speak.

She was torn about what to do. He seemed so distraught she didn’t think it would be good to leave him like this.

“What happened?” she asked after a moment.

He wiped his eyes. “I’ve just had a really bad day.”

Not too far away was a chair that she could bring over so she did so and sat close by him..

“Like what? Tell me,” she urged gently. She wanted to contact Spock but first she needed to know how bad the situation was.

He didn’t answer at first and she thought he might not and she was prepared to get Spock anyway.

“I woke up after a nightmare with a really bad headache. Bones stabbed me with a hypo in the neck when I told him. And they always hurt, but I don’t know maybe he got it in a weird spot, because it really hurt. And then I was notified Wilkins didn’t make it.”

“Wilkins?”

“Security guard injured during the mission yesterday.”

“Oh,” she said softly.

“Then Komack contacted me. He’s sending us to a sector that’s known to be hostile and dangerous. I argued about it, got reprimanded for arguing and told to go anyway. That’s likely going to cost us more casualties. Lots of crew members injured or worse. And why? Because bureaucrats say so. People signed up to explore new words and civilizations not to get murdered by maniacal alien forces.”

Uhura didn’t respond to that. Everyone knew it was possible but Jim knew that just like she did.

“Spock and I had a big fight.”

Oh.

“How big? Like not talking for a few days or break up big?”

He closed his eyes.

“Listen, it can’t be that bad. Spock loves you. Like a crazy amount.”

He blew out a long breath. “Then my mom contacted me. Sam…he’s dying. There was an accident on Deneva where he’s been living. He’s not expected to survive. I haven’t…you know…he’s still my brother.”

“You really have had a bad day,” Uhura agreed. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

If he heard her, he didn’t acknowledge it.

She slipped out of the room and pulled out her communicator. “Uhura to Spock.”

It didn’t take long. “Spock here.”

“Listen, Jim’s in the observation area known as the Crying Room. He’s upset.”

“We had an argument and—”

“No,” she interrupted sharply. “Whatever your issue is, get over it. He’s really upset, Spock. I guess Leonard hurt him and Wilkins didn’t make it and Komack is being Komack and—”

“Nyota—”

“Spock. There was an accident and his brother isn’t expected to live.”

“I am on my way.”

Uhura wasn’t that surprised when he made it very quickly. She squeezed his arm and walked away, leaving her two commanding officers to it.

“Jim?”

Jim looked at Spock, his eyes brimming with tears. “Uhura contacted you?”

“Yes.” Spock stepped forward, scooped Jim up in his arms and moved to sit on the bench Jim had been only a moment before.

“We’re both not going to fit,” Jim protested.

Spock had to acknowledge he was right. “Will you come with me to your quarters?”

“Okay, but you’re not carrying me. I’m walking on my own.”

Spock agreed and set his captain down.

They departed the room and made their way to the turbolift in silence. Jim kept his gaze down and Spock was glad as they made their way to the captain’s quarters that they didn’t come upon anyone.

He entered Jim’s code and Jim stepped inside followed by Spock.

Spock instantly enveloped him in a tight embrace.

“I apologize for speaking in anger before.”

“Me too,” Jim mumbled against him.

“Do you want something to eat?”

“No.”

“Shower?”

Jim shook his head.

“Then let me get you ready for bed, where I will hold you and you can tell me everything.”

Spock took Jim’s hand and led him to the bed. He undressed his captain, then helped him into his pajamas, before undressing himself and putting on his preferred sleeping robe.

Then he got them both into the bed and pulled Jim close to him once more.

“I don’t like it when we fight.”

“I do not either. I was about to look for you when Nyota contacted me to apologize. I am so very sorry I contributed to your bad day, Ashaya. Your brother—”

Jim closed his eyes and pushed closer still to Spock, who tightened his grasp on him.

“I haven’t talked to him in years. Now I’ll never get the chance.”

Spock closed his eyes. “I lost a brother too.”

“You had a brother?”

“Half. My father disowned him.”

Jim looked at him. “So there’s still a chance that someday—”

Spock shook his head. “I have learned he perished on Vulcan when it was destroyed.”

“Oh.”

Spock kissed him. “Tell me about Sam.”

“Once he was my hero…” Jim began. .

March 14, 2025

Flash Fic, March 07, 2025

A little bit of a different scenario

Jim Kirk looked up from his PADD at the tall, thin Vulcan standing before him. He took a moment to admire how goodlooking the man was. And as much as he wanted to flirt, he was there to do a job too.

“You must be the Vulcan from the Science Academy here on the Enterprise on temporary assignment.” Jim checked the name. “Spock, is it?”

“That is correct.” And even though he was around the same height as Jim, give or take an inch, he managed to look down his nose just the same. “Lieutenant.”

“Captain Pike has given you the honorary rank of commander while you’re onboard, Mister Spock. Your quarters are with the other executive officer quarters on deck seven. The number is 7248.” He stopped and smiled. “Mine is 7249. We’re neighbors.”

“I see.”

Jim’s smile dimmed just a bit but he shrugged. “I have down here that your assignment on the Enterprise is to last one year. Is that your understanding as well, Commander?”

“Affirmative.”

Jim saw that others were lining up behind the Vulcan to get their assignments, so he marked Spock checked in.

“You’re all set to settle in.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant.” And Spock moved off, but not before Jim saw him look back at him.

Perhaps he was more interested than it seemed.

One year later

“So, you really told your dad?” Jim asked as he pulled on his new uniform. He’d just been promoted to Lieutenant Commander.

“Indeed, Jim.”

“And the Vulcan Council?”

“They were not pleased.”

Jim smiled and reached for Spock. “And that rank is no longer honorary. And you didn’t even have to attend Starfleet Academy.”

“I completed the course work over the last year and technically graduated.”

Jim laughed. “Show off.”

“My parents are eager to meet you at the first opportunity,” Spock informed him.

“Me? Great.”

“They will like you. And it is normal to meet the parents of one’s mate.” Spock frowned. “Isn’t it the same on Earth?”

“Well, yeah. But let’s put off meeting Mom and Sam as long as we can, hmm?”

Spock shook his head. “If we do not depart now, we will be late for the captain’s morning conference.”

“Right. Just one tiny kiss then.” He leaned in and kissed Spock. He went to pull away, when Spock drew him back.

“A minute or two late is acceptable,” Spock murmured against Jim’s smiling mouth.

“Gentlemen,” Pike said a short time later. “Nice of you to join us.”

Jim spotted Uhura hiding her smile as he and Spock took their places at the conference table.

Pike nodded. “Let’s get started. Report…”

March 7, 2025

March 29, 2024 Flash Fic

As we close out March…here’s a little Easter fun for you (with a side of Sarona)

It wasn’t easy playing Easter Bunny in a house full of Vulcans. Well partial Vulcans. But it hadn’t been easy at Christmas playing Santa, so he was reasonably up for the task, Jim thought.

It was freakishly early. Once upon a time, Jim didn’t sleep particularly well, but that wasn’t the case anymore. He was married with a family now, settled in a way he’d never thought he’d get to experience.

So, four in the morning was far too early for his modern life. But he didn’t want to take any chances those Vulcans he lived with would come bounding down before he was prepared for them.

Not that any were ever particularly energetic coming down the stairs that it could be called “bounding”.

So he left a basket each for the two children, Amanda and George, after much argument among them all they’d been given Terran names, that were filled with non-chocolate Easter candy, gummies and jellybeans, and stuffies, and games.

Then he left a basket for Spock, this one with actual chocolate, for Jim never claimed to be a saint, one for his mother also with chocolate and some little cakes she particularly enjoyed, and a fairly small one for Sarek, no chocolate for his either, because if his mom wanted to share some of hers with him, well that was none of Jim’s business, but he wasn’t going to encourage anything.

Then he hurried back upstairs to bed.

As he got in, Spock murmured, “Where have you been?”

“Had to pee.”

At a decent time, when everyone was up and about, his family found their Easter Baskets.

They were met with rolled eyes and mutterings about a fake bunny from the kids, but also barely hidden grins as they surveyed their loot.

Spock gave Jim an indulgent kiss and a raised eyebrow after viewing the contents of his basket.

And Jim tried not to look as his mom fed a bite of one of her cakes to Sarek.

It was a good morning.

March 29, 2024

Flash Fic, March 27, 2024

Spock climbed out of the bedroom window and cautiously on to the flat roof of the house next to it where Jim sat, legs bent at the knee and pulled up to his chest.

“This is an unusual place to find you.” Spock lowered himself to sit beside his husband.

Jim smiled. “Needed a quiet place to think. I used to come out here all the time when I was a kid.” He laughed. “A long time ago.”

“If you would like to be alone—”

“Heck, no.” Jim put his hand on Spock’s leg. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Where you go, I always follow.”

And perhaps that was a bad thing to admit but it was true, nonetheless.

“Thinking about your mother?”

Jim nodded. “I’m an orphan now. Which is crazy. I’m…I’m no young man anymore. It’s been a long time since I needed my mommy, you know?”

“I know,” Spock said softly.

“Still, that puts me firmly in the front of the line for mortality, doesn’t it?”

“I prefer not to think in terms of your mortality,” Spock replied.

“I can’t entirely dismiss the idea. It’s possible I’ll live a good long time with Khan’s blood, but there are no guarantees, even with me no longer being in active command of a starship.”

“Yes, there are no guarantees in life for any of us. We are not promised tomorrow. We have to make the best of today.”

“A logical philosophy.” Jim smiled, squeezed Spock’s leg.

They heard a noise down below and then a blond teenaged head popped out through the open window.

“I’m hungry. What have we got to eat?” David, Jim’s son, demanded.

Jim chuckled. “I haven’t been to the store.”

“But—”

“We’ll order a pizza.”

“Cool.” And David went inside again.

Jim sighed, leaned his head against Spock’s shoulder and said, “Come on. Let’s go back inside.”

March 27, 2024

March 20, 2024

Another after mission…a continuation from yesterday…

I’ll be out of town for the next few days but will likely continue after mission flashes when I am back next week!

Jim didn’t mind when Spock helped him into the chair directly next to the fireplace in their apartment.

It truly wasn’t that cold of a day but he felt a bit cold and Spock had made sure to get a fire going as soon as they got to the apartment.

Spock was being very gentle and caring with him ever since he was given the approval to allow Jim to finish the rest of his recovery at home.

Sure he was being a little overprotective, but Jim cut him some slack. Spock had been very freaked out over Jim’s injuries.

Just now his assistant, Ensign Morely, was busy tapping frantically at her PADD as she spoke to Jim. She had arrived about ten minutes before.

“The meeting with—:

“Canceled, Admiral.”

He narrowed his eyes. “That meeting is important and I have to be a part of it.”

“Which is why it’s been postponed until you are able to lead it.” She gave him a winning smile.

“On who’s orders?” Jim demanded.

Her gaze slid to a blank-faced Spock.

“I believe that will be all, Ensign,” Spock said. “I will see you out.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll be in touch, Admiral.” She called over her shoulder.

A moment later, Spock returned to Jim’s side.

“You changed the meetings?”

“Of course. You are in no condition to see to normal duties during your recovery from not only your accidental fall but the flu as well.”

“I could do a virtual meeting. Wouldn’t even have to leave home.”

“The meetings are not urgent nature, therefore, it was agreed that they could wait for you to feel better.”

“I feel okay,” Jim grumbled, though it wasn’t entirely true. He did feel a bit weak still and he couldn’t seem to shake the chills. “Could I get some hot chocolate?”

“Of course.” Spock paused, then said, “She admires you.”

“Who?”

“Ensign Morely. She has a crush on you.”

Jim laughed but saw Spock was not joking, so he sighed. “Nah. I could be her dad.”

“Age does not stop people from attraction.”

“Yeah, maybe. But…she’s…maybe a tiny crush because she thinks I’m a big shot but—”

“You are a big shot.”

Jim snorted. “But she is well aware my heart and very soul belong only to you.” He put out his hand for Spock’s. “I love you. I’m going to be fine. Come sit with me when you return with my hot chocolate.”

“I definitely will. And I love you too, ashayam.”

March 20, 2024

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