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March Flashes

Flash Fics, March 29, 2023

“You don’t have to be here to help me,” Jim told his first officer self-consciously as Spock reached over to assist Jim as he got out of the hospital bed.

“I am quite able to assist you.”

“Yeah, I know.” Jim faltered and slumped down in Spock’s arms, who immediately helped to straighten and stabilize Jim. He had to lean against Spock even still. “But you shouldn’t have to. I-I can get a nurse to help me use the restroom.”

“There is no need when I am right here.” Spock hooked an arm around Jim. “Walk slowly.”

“Don’t you…I mean you must have somewhere else to be.”

“I do not.”

Jim sighed, feeling out of sorts about letting Spock assist him.

There’d been an attack on Yorktown by a rogue Klingon vessel and during the attach Jim had sustained injuries which was why he now found himself in a Yorktown military hospital with Spock now helping him go to the tiny closet sized toilet in his room.

Slowly he made his way over to the bathroom, Spock holding him all the way, and when they finally reached there, Jim hesitated. He’d need help to stand in front of the toilet as he peed. And the idea of Spock having to—

“Perhaps you want to go check on Uhura.”

“She was discharged yesterday and is recovering well in her temporary apartment.”

Jim nodded, glanced away.

“Jim, please. Allow me to help.”

He blew out a slow somewhat painful breath. Because yeah his injuries still hurt like a bitch even though they’d healed what they could and he would recover.  

He looked down at his arm in a sling. “Can you help me lift up this hospital gown so I don’t pee all over it?”

Without a word, Spock lifted the gown and helped Jim to the toilet.

“Can you look away?”

Spock did without comment for which Jim was glad.

He did his business, conscious of the sound of his pee stream, feeling his face redden. Stupid, of course. Spock had to pee just like anyone else.

He turned to the small sink and Spock turned on the water and Jim washed the hand that wasn’t in the sling and Spock tried it for him.

His first officer then helped him back to the bed.

After they got Jim settled, he said, “You can go now if you want. They’ll be bringing in my dinner soon.”

“I will help you to eat since your preferred hand is injured.”

“You really don’t—”

“Jim, why are you persisting in trying to get rid of me?”

“Because…I don’t want to keep you from doing what you want to do.”

“Do you really not know?”

Jim frowned. “Know what?”

“What I want to do is to be by your side. At all times.” Spock paused. “Always.”

Jim sucked in a breath. “Uhura—”

“Is my friend. We are not together.” Spock reached for Jim’s left hand and held it to his side. “I would like to stay. Even watching over you while you sleep tonight if you will permit me. I do not wish to worry about losing you again.”

Jim’s heart felt light. “You can stay. In fact…I would love that.”

“Then you will allow me to assist you as your potential mate?”

He felt almost dizzy at that question, but he smiled and nodded. “Yes, Spock. But take that ‘potential’ out of the equation.”

Spock leaned down to kiss Jim’s chastely.

They both heard the clang of the dining carts.

“Your dinner has arrived.”

And that my friends, is a wrap for March flashes. Thank you!

Flash Fic, March 27, 2023

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Leonard growled when Jim jumped on his biobed. “Easy, Jim. You’re going to launch me off this bed and then I’ll have to stay extra days.”

Jim grinned and patted Leonard’s leg.

Leonard looked behind his friend and captain to the Vulcan standing at the foot of his biobed. “Can’t you keep him in line?”

“Me? Keep the captain in line? Are you out of your Human mind?”

Jim laughed and gave his typical heart-eyes look to Spock. The two of them made Leonard sick. Well, all right that wasn’t why he was in the medbay. But still. Why they hadn’t finally admitted they were gaga over each other was anyone’s guess.

Anyway, Leonard was currently a patient in his own medbay because he hadn’t moved fast enough out of the way on that godforsaken planet he hadn’t wanted to go down to anyway. But he’d thought he needed to keep an eye on Spock given the Vulcan’s recently injuries he’d been recovering from.

“How are you feeling, Bones?”

“You sound way too cheerful considering your best friend is in this bed.”

“My best friend? Spock’s standing right there.” Jim laughed again when Leonard threw a wad of gauze at Jim’s head.

“I’m feeling fine, thank you very much. I’m just a bit tired.”

“And you’d be fine resting in your own quarters, right? I’ll remind you of that next time you argue with me about it.” Jim patted Leonard’s leg once more and stood. “M’Benga says he’d gonna release you, so Spock and I will get out of your way.”

“Thank God for small favors,” Leonard grumped. He eyed them as they stood side by side, in perfect sync. “You two ever going to confess it?”

“Confess what?” Jim asked.

Leonard sighed. “Admit it?”

“Admit what?” Spock asked.  

Leonard gave them credit for keeping straight faces. He waved them away, shaking his head at their normal-for-them idiocy.


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*Because I got a weird question in Spam (sorry I don’t know if it was legitimate or not) this is entirely an AU. All my imagination related to the shapeshifting and nothing in Star Trek canon ever suggested Kirk was a shapeshifter (I’m surprised it has to be said)

Spock carried the cat carrier discreetly covered by a cloth as he prepared to board a passenger ship to Deneva.

He’d learned that was currently where the Kirk family was and if anyone could figure out how to help Jim Kirk, Spock imagined his own family of cat shifters would be where to start.

He’d also decided it was best to leave San Francisco for the time being so he had taken a leave of absence from teaching at the Academy.

The agent manning the gate before the entry to the ship eyed Spock. “What’s that you have?”

“A cat.”

The man peered under the cloth. “Pretty cat.”

“Indeed. He is my emotional support animal.”

“A Vulcan with an emotional support animal? Now I really have seen everything.”

“He keeps me calm and unemotional,” Spock replied, with a straight face.

The man waved toward the door. “Whatever. Go on ahead.”

Spock looked behind him before going up the ramp. He had no evidence that he and Jim were being followed, but clearly those who had abducted Jim were out to find him.

Once on the ship, Spock selected a seat in the back of the ship that faced the entrance so he could see all other occupants. He put the carrier on the empty seat next to him.

The flight was expected to take five hours and Spock hoped Jim would sleep through most of that. He, of course, would not.
As it turned out, the flight to Deneva was uneventful. There weren’t a lot of others traveling there so he’d been able to keep track of them easily.

Spock hadn’t let the Kirks know he was coming either as he hadn’t wanted anything traceable. So he exited the ship with Jim to go locate them.

Flash Fic, March 21, 2023

Still using the manip J did for me!

I had this done and am still not ready with WTE chapter so I figured, why not?

This is the OMS from my own story The Closer I Get to You. I thought it would be fun to revisit them here as Jim cares for an under the weather Spock.

Jim was feeling his age, all his aches and pains, and he wasn’t too happy about it. No one lived forever he knew and guessed he had fewer years ahead than those he left behind.

But at the moment, he couldn’t focus on the pain in his creaking knee. Spock, normally in much better shape than him, had a terrible cold.

They’d both been surprised he’d managed to get one. But had one Spock had.

So Jim was currently stirring Plomeek soup in a big pan on the stove of their Yellowstone cabin. Spock was grumpy. It was winter and he hadn’t wanted to come to the cabin in the winter and Jim had insisted.    

Now with his cold, he was grumpier still while maintaining he was not at all in a bad mood.

Jim guessed Spock might be in a worse mood had he known that Jim received a very strong email from the Fleet asking him to do a publicity run for the newest crew of the Enterprise. The Enterprise-B.

“You’ll be retired. It won’t be you in command anymore. But they’re going to ask you to be there, to make it some sort of stunt, to look good for Starfleet, to hand it off to the younger guys, and…don’t.”

“Don’t what?”


And yes, Jim remembered every word his counterpart from…well Jim didn’t know where he was from exactly, but those words still rang in his head.

The soup heated, Jim ladled out a generous portion with some home-baked Kreyla (not by him of course) and brought it on a tray to Spock who rested in bed in their room.

The Vulcan’s hair was adorably rumpled even as he almost glared at Jim.

“I brought you soup and bread.”

“It’s cold.”

Jim smiled and set the tray on the bed in front of Spock. “I turned up the heat, you should feel it soon.”

Spock picked up the spoon and placed it in his soup. He took a tentative sip. “It’s not terrible.”

Jim chuckled. “I made it from your own recipe. I did have to synthesize the Plomeeks, though. They don’t grow in Yellowstone.”

“Too cold to grow anything,” Spock groused.

That wasn’t quite true, but Jim understood the sentiment.

If it was up to him, now that they were retired they’d live at the cabin full-time. Spock emphatically disagreed.

Jim sat in a chair by the bed and once more looked at the message from Starfleet.

“You should say no. For him.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I know you don’t, and I’d say more but I’m sure my Spock wants to kick my ass as it is. Just…please. Don’t. It’ll mean so much to me, to him. Don’t.”

“What is that you are doing, Jim?” Spock asked with a sniff.

Jim smiled. “Nothing really. Just about to reply to an email.”


“An admiral of Starfleet.”

“You are retired,” Spock unnecessarily reminded him.

I respectfully decline. At the moment, I am taking care of my husband and bondmate. Ask Commander Scott.  

Jim hit send. Looked back up at Spock.

“You have a birthday coming up. What shall we do for it?”

“It is—”

“Illogical, yes I know. But let’s do something anyway.”

Spock arched a brow. “Such as?”

He laughed. “I don’t know. But I’ll think of something.” He rose from the chair and leaned in to kiss Spock’s forehead. His husband harrumphed, but Jim saw the warm mirth in his dark eyes before he could hide it.   

March 19, 2023 Flash Fic (birthday)

As promised here is the birthday hurt/comfort for Kris. This will count as Monday’s hurt/comfort because I don’t wanna write another one yet LOL. For those of you no doubt clamoring, yes, I will uplpoad to AO3 at some point (wow that was presumptuous of me thinking you would clamor)

And Happy Birthday

Jim moved slowly around his quarters, but at least they were his quarters instead of the medbay. He’d spent too many days there after another very close brush with death.

It had been a near thing. Jim knew that from Bones’ very grim face when treating him and afterward when allowing him to finally leave.

He’d heard all about how between the super blood and Spock’s intervention of the meld, Jim had finally pulled through.

Jim was relieved. He wasn’t ready to die. He’d only recently started his relationship with Spock, a loving, special, important one. To put it mildly.

Everyone was treating Jim very carefully and with a little bit of awe. He knew why. He’d saved the day for all of them and got almost killed in the process, but to Jim it was a group effort. Always.

Even Uhura had given him a long, tight hug in the medbay.

But…seemingly absent was Spock.

Oh he knew Spock had saved him. Pulled him from the brink with an exhausting meld that had likely taken a mental and physical toll on the Vulcan. But that had been forty-eight hours ago and he hadn’t seen Spock since.

Jim was growing concerned.

Dressed casually in pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, he stood by the replicator trying to decide whether he should go for something healthy or something like comfort food when there was a buzz at his door.


He was ‘off-duty’ for a few more days but Jim knew a captain was truly never off duty.

And speaking of…

Spock stepped inside his quarters. He frowned in concern when he spotted Jim by the replicators.

“I was given to understand you would be resting in bed.”

“I know. I told Bones that. But I’m hungry.”

“Get into bed,” Spock said, making it sound like a cross between an order and a plea. “I will bring the food to you.”

“That’s not necessary.”

“Actually it is. What do you desire?”

The truth as to why you abandoned me for the last two days, Jim thought, but he kept that thought to himself and turned to go to his bed. After he got situated, with the sheets and blankets wrapped around him, and pillows propped at the headboard, he said, “Macaroni and cheese.”

Yes, he went for the comfort food. He could eat a damn salad when he was cleared to be on the bridge. He’d almost died, so yes, he wanted to have a treat.

Spock brought him a big bowl of it, looked like a double portion, and made with white cheese like Jim preferred. And maybe it was because he still was injured but the thought that Spock had done that for him made his eyes prick with tears.

“Thanks,” he managed to get out with his voice only wavering a little.

Spock fussed with his pillows and blankets for a moment before finally bringing a chair over to sit and observe Jim.

“What’s on your mind, Spock?” Jim asked, when neither one of them could stand it any longer.

Spock was quiet for a while, uncharacteristically staring at his hands instead of looking at Jim.

Jim began to get nervous. Had Spock decided he didn’t love Jim after all? Should he ask?

“You…you did not tell me you had a…intimate relationship with…Ambassador Spock,” his Vulcan said haltingly.

Jim pursed his lips and set the half-eaten bowl of macaroni and cheese aside for the moment. He hadn’t exactly lost his appetite, but this needed his full attention.

“You found that out through the meld?”

Spock nodded. “It was not my intention to pry.”

“No, I know. I never would think that, Spock.” He sighed. “I really love you. Are we going to be okay?”

Spock looked a little startled at Jim’s words but after a moment, he said, “What happened in the past has no direct bearing on our future.”

Jim clenched the blankets and twisted them in his fists. “Is that a yes?”

“There is nothing you can say or do or explain or think that will make my love for you not exist, Jim. I am completely committed to you for the rest of whatever time is left for us.”

Jim exhaled slowly. “It wasn’t…I didn’t actively hide it from you, but it also didn’t seem necessary for you to know. After I…after Khan, he came to see me in the hospital during my recovery. Once you had determined I was going to be okay, well, you went back to your own live and your own relationship with Uhura.”

“Jim, I—”

“We’ve both made peace with that, Spock. I know you love me and have for some time. I get…insecure sometimes, but, yeah I do know. We’re what we are now because we want to be together and that’s the best thing ever. But then, you were with Nyota, and I just…I needed something you couldn’t give me then. He could. And more importantly, he wanted to give it to me. It was as much for him as it was for me. He missed his Jim and I wanted my Spock and we became for each other this incredible thing and incredible time and it was just…it was great.”

Spock seemed to take this in. “I am glad you were able to have some comfort there but am still surprised that you didn’t tell me. More recently when we became intimate ourselves.”

“I guess part of me wanted to keep it as a secret for myself.” Jim shook his head. “It was a great time for us. For him. For me. And logically it ended when it had to.”

“I grieve with you for your loss when he passed. Even then you did not let on.”

Jim nodded. “I knew he was dying before he did. He’d sent me word, given what had been between us at one time, I said my goodbye to him in happier times. We both felt that was better, but I did know he was weakening. I loved him. And I don’t regret our time together. But the future, my future, is with you.”

“As is mine with you. I understand, I believe. And I cannot really find fault with his desire to spend what time he had left with you. I am glad you found happiness together.” Spock paused. His gaze was intense as he looked at Jim. “But I am even more glad that you now find your happiness with me.”

Jim smiled, feeling love and warmth bubble up inside him. He held out a hand toward Spock. “Come here.”

“Your injuries—”

“Just come and lie with me, holding me. You can’t hurt me. You won’t.”

A moment later, Spock joined him on the bed, and under the covers, holding Jim close. He put his fingers lightly on Jim’s face, more a caress, than a meld, but he felt Spock’s overwhelming love for him, and it went  a long way toward Jim knowing they would be all right.

Flash Fic, March 15, 2023

I was surprised to be greeted by Sarek when I arrived at the medical facility on New Vulcan. I had been surprised to be contacted at all by Spock or any of the Vulcans, really.

Spock and I had parted…not acrimoniously or anything, but at the end of our mission, we’d said our farewells, and for my part, though I regretted it, I had accepted this was the end of our great friendship, if that had ever been what it was.

Yet now I had been contacted two years later when Spock had been injured in a research ship crash on a less explored part of New Vulcan. I didn’t mind at all going to check on Spock’s recovery, and I had been told he would recover, yet still Sarek waiting for me as I arrived was unexpected.

“I hoped you would come,” Sarek said. He looked so much older than when I’d seen him last. Like something had aged him in ways that were not usual. The pain of living, perhaps?

“Of course,” I replied. “Spock’s my friend.”

He gave me an odd look. “Yes, of course. But more yes?”

I stared at him blankly for a moment trying to fathom what he meant. What he imagined perhaps. Though once I had thought…but no.

“You do not know, do you?” Sarek asked quietly.

“Know what?”

Sarek didn’t speak at first, but then he said rather stoically, “You are his mate.”


“His T’hy’la. A special bond that is rare among my people. That you are unaware…I cannot speak of such things, but, please, go and see my son.”

With a frown, I watched Sarek walk away. I turned and went into see Spock in the hospital bed. He was sitting up, looking pale and sickly, still weak and injured. There was a smudge of green blood by his left eyebrow and I felt a moment of outrage that no one had cleaned it from his face.

I stopped at the nearby sink, wet a cloth with warm water and went to do it myself. He silently watched me, gaze intent.

After I removed the dried blood, I returned his gaze.

“I saw your dad.”

“Yes.” He nodded. “I thank you for coming.”

“Did you ask for me?”

He looked away then, and nodded.

“Spock, why does your dad think I’m your mate?”

“Because…you are. We are T’hy’la.”

I slowly blew out a breath. “Why’d you wait so long to tell me?”

I had surprised him. He stared at me, eyes wide.

“Yeah, I knew. I mean, I thought. The ambassador…well he may have told me some things.”

“I did not think you would ever want me.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“A skinny, pale Vulcan? You are the radiant sun.”

I smiled and took his hand. I brought it to my face. “Let me show you.”

Flash Fic, March 13, 2023

Short and sweet!

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Jim woke feeling better than when he’d fallen unconscious. He was sure of it.

He kind of sort of remembered a phaser blast that seemed way more than on stun but clearly hadn’t killed him. He thought at one point maybe he’d wanted to be.

But now he felt comfortable. Downright cozy. Very warm. And even loved.

And his head was resting against a very solid chest. For a moment he frowned, but then a hand softly massages the crown of his head and he closed his eyes, smiling.

“Rest easy, Ashayam. I will watch over you.”

Flash Fic, March 08, 2023

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“My ankle is killing me. I need to rest.” Jim panted and slunk down on the nearest rock. It felt like maybe his ankle had shattered. It was excruciating.

Spock, though, was giving him that sort of almost frown. “Captain, we should keep on moving.”

“I know that, Spock. I need a moment.”

They had been running for a couple of hours on this stupid planet. The inhabitants had not been friendly but they hadn’t been aware of them for a while. Jim was pretty sure they had lost them. But they’d also got lost themselves.

They had to meet up with the rest of the party at the beam up point. Spock had been trying to keep them both moving.

Five minutes passed.


Jim gritted his teeth and stood. “Okay.”

He made it another mile but then he fell onto his knees, crying out in pain.


Jim groaned. “I can’t do it, Spock. You’re going to have to keep going.”

Spock had crouched down beside Jim. “And leave you?”

“Yeah. I can’t walk like this. I can’t move. I can’t even put weight on it anymore.” Jim shook his head. “You’re going to have to go to the beam up point.”

“There is absolutely no way that I am going to abandon you here.”

“You have to, Spock. It’s ridiculous for both of us to be stuck here. You go on and they’ll have to send a medical team for me.” Jim only hoped their unfriendly hosts didn’t find him there.

Spock shook his head. “There is no scenario that includes me leaving you behind.”

“Spock, your duty—”

“Is to you,” Spock responded. “The Enterprise will survive without us. I will not survive without you.”

Jim blinked at Spock, his jaw dropping open.

Spock’s nostrils flared.

“Is there something maybe you’d like to declare, Spock?” Jim asked, trying to keep his tone neutral.

“This is hardly the place or time.”

“True. So then—”

“I will be carrying you.”

“Carrying me? Spock, you can’t—”

“I can.”

“That’s pretty humiliating,” Jim groused.

Spock gave him a look, Jim stopped arguing, and allowed his first officer to swoop him up into his arms. Their gazes met.

Jim smiled. “Same, by the way.”

Spock shook his head. “You are impossible.”

“Yep. All right, Mister Spock. Get us out of here.”

Flash Fic, March 06, 2023

“What exactly were you thinking?”

“Uh-oh, I’m dealing with Grumpy Bones.”


Jim chuckled. Okay, sure, he was feeling pretty good considering he’d nearly been killed. It was no doubt the pain meds he was being given. Happy Juice.

“I was thinking that I ought to save the life of a very important serving officer of Starfleet. Very valuable.”

“Did it occur to you that description applied to you too and should leave that to your security guards?”

“Nope,” he said cheerfully.

“Nope?” Bones shook his head and jabbed Jim with a hypo. That Happy Juice was magic. He hadn’t even felt that. “Well, you are the captain of this bucket of bolts, you know.”

“Sure, sure. But Spock could take over.”

“Spock does not want to take over,” Spock himself said stoically as he approached Jim’s biobed. “And he does not appreciate you risking your life unnecessarily.”

Jim waved this away. Or he thought he did anyway.

“Someone had to save you, Sweetheart.”

Spock flicked his glance to Bones, who shrugged. Then Bones walked away and Spock moved closer.

“How do you feel, Captain?”

“Like all my blood drained out and then got put back in.” Jim smiled and held out his hand, which Spock took. “How are you feeling, Sweetheart?”

“I am feeling well, thanks to your actions that prevented my injury.”

“Well, good. You are welcome, Sweetheart.”

Spock frowned.


“That is the third time you called me sweetheart.”

“And? Oh, I know! You prefer another endearment. Honey? Baby? Sugar?”

“Sweetheart is acceptable. But you have…that is…you have never called me an endearment before.”

“No?” Jim licked his lips. Shook his head. “We are doing it, yeah?”

Spock nearly laughed. Jim could see the twitch of his lips and the merriment in his eyes.

“Yes, Jim. Although not at the moment,” Spock said gravely.

“Okay then.” He paused, arched both brows. “You don’t like endearments?”

“Actually, I find that I do.” Spock touched the tips of his fingers to Jim’s. “I have one for your.” He leaned down and whispered it int Jim’s ear.

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