March Flashes

Flash Fic March 19. 2024

After Mission

And Kris’s birthday flash and she loves H/C so here it is…

Spock entered the hospital room, glanced around, spotted his husband, and quickly approached. There was a severe looking woman hovering over Jim in the hospital bed.

“You can’t be here,” she snapped at Spock. “This is a private room and there are no Starfleet visitors allowed.”

Spock bristled. “I am Admiral Kirk’s husband. I most definitely can be here.”

“Now listen here—”

“Spock, come in. Come here,” Jim said. He smiled faintly. He looked pale and battered and bruised. “I’m fine. This is my nurse, Eloise.”

Spock approached and ignoring the glaring nurse seized hold of Jim’s outstretched hand. “What happened? Are you all right?”

Eloise sniffed. “He fell down a flight of stairs. He’s lucky he didn’t do more damage than he did. You can’t stay long. I’ll be back in a moment.”

Jim watched her leave with some bemusement. “Sorry for the gargoyle. She knew my mom I guess, a long time ago. God knows what Mom told her.”

“Are you all right?” Spock asked again. “When they told me you had been severely injured and in the hospital—”

“Not severely. I felt a little woozy at the meeting. I guess I have a bit of a fever. The flu or something. I fainted.”

“Fainted? Why did they not take you here at once? How did you fall down stairs?”

“I told them I didn’t need the hospital. It was just a little fainting. I’d go home and rest. You know how it is.”

“I definitely do not know how it is,” Spock said with a touch of force in his tone.

Jim laughed softly. “So I left and was going to go home. The stupid lift broke again, so I decided to take the stairs. I took a few steps and went down.”

Spock’s heart thundered rapidly in his side. “You could have died.”

“I have a hard head.”

“You hit your head?”

“And some other things. Yeah. But I’m okay. There were others with me so I got help right away, which helped tremendously. And I guess I gotta stay here for three days. I’m sorry about that.”

“I will stay with you. No matter what the gargoyle says. I will arrange to have a cot brought in so I can stay by your side. And when you do go home I will watch over you until you are cleared.”

“I’m pretty sure when they release me in three days I will be medically cleared.”

“I am speaking of being cleared by me,” Spock advised him. He leaned down to kiss Jim’s forehead. “I will be back. I am going to speak to medical personnel as well as the gargoyle. A bed will be brought in shortly. This is a Starfleet hospital.”

“And you’re going to throw your weight around, aren’t you, babe?”

“When it comes to the care of my mate, there is nothing I will not do,” Spock agreed. “I will return.”

Jim smiled. “Good. Hurry back. I’ll miss you.”

Spock touched his fingers to Jim’s and left to take command of the situation. He was secure in the knowledge he could out gargoyle anyone.

March 19, 2024

Flash Fic, March 15, 2024

As blue eyes opened and gazed at him with recognition, Spock found himself suddenly breathing much easier. Even more so when those eyes crinkled in the corners, indicating a smile.

“It is delightful to see you awake, Captain.”

“It is delightful to be seen.”

When he felt his hand squeezed, Spock quickly realized he still held Jim’s hand, and though he supposed he should release it, he had no desire to do so.

“Close one, huh?” Jim murmured.

“Indeed. Had Mister Sulu and his team not located you and Doctor McCoy when he did chances are significant you would not have survived.”

“Significant, huh.”

“Ninety point—”

“Yeah, I get it. Bones?”

Spock nodded. “He has recovered and has been closely involved in your care.”

Jim yawned. “Good.”

“You are still exhausted.”

Jim smiled faintly. “Yeah. Listen, Spock…”

“When you are well there is something I wish to discuss with you.”

“Okay. But listen, I sorta promised Bones if I got out of that mess I’d…” Jim paused. Licked his lips.

Spock reached for a most swab that the doctor had placed nearby by and dabbed at Jim’s dry mouth.

The eyes crinkled again. “Thanks.”

“You were saying?”

“It’s just that I…I’ve been struggling with some-some feelings for a long time and I didn’t say anything because, well, obviously you were with someone else, and even after—”

“Oh for pity’s sake” Mccoy exclaimed, suddenly appearing to interrupt them.

“Bones!”

“Hiya, kid. You feeling better?”

“Yeah, just tired. When can I—”

“Don’t even think about that right now.” Then he scanned him. “Things are looking up. I’ll have an orderly bring you something to eat in a bit.”

Jim nodded.

McCoy glanced between them. “All right, I’m going to do you both a huge favor. Spock, Jim is in love with you.”

“Bones!”

“Jim, Spock is in love with you.”

“Doctor—”

He smirked. “My work is done. I’ll be back later to check on you.”

With McCoy gone, Spock turned back to Jim, still holding his hand. He felt rather lightheaded.

“Is it true?”

Jim swallowed. “Uh-huh. You?”

“Very much so.”

“Maybe you should kiss me.”

Spock’s lips curved. “Maybe I will.”

“No funny stuff in the medbay!” McCoy shouted.

Jim laughed. It was a good sound and lightened Spock’s heart.

He kissed Jim anyway.

March 15, 2024

Flash Fic, March 13, 2024

“Commander?”

“Yes, Mister Sulu?”

‘We’ve found them, sir. And we’re ready to transport them back to the ship.”

Spock breathed an inward sigh of relief. “Very good, Lieutenant.”

“But Commander, the captain…”

Spock’s heart froze in his side and he exchanged a quick panicked look with Nyota.

“The captain?” he made himself ask.

“He’s pretty bad, sir. We are going to have him transported directly to the medbay.”

Spock swallowed. “And the doctor?”

“His leg is broken but he’s doing all right. Barking orders.”

“Very well. Keep me posted. Spock out.”

After a few minutes, during which he gripped the arms of the captain chair almost hard enough to cause damage, Nyota walked over to him.

“Spock, go to the medbay.”

“I am on duty and—”

“We have this. I promise. I’ll contact you immediately if we need you. Go check on Jim.”

He blew out a long breath, nodded and stood.

He made it there in record time.

The captain was laid out on a biobed, pale and sweaty looking.

Spock was surprised to see that McCoy was upright rather than in a biobed himself.

“Should you not be a patient also, doctor?”

McCoy, who leaned against Jim’s bed, waved that away. “I’m fine. Nothing a regenerator can’t take care of in a few minutes.”

Since there was no one better to see to Jim’s medical care, Spock nodded, rather than arguing.

“Will he…”

“Of course he will. I’ll have him up and being a pain in the ass to both of us in no time.” He smiled a little. “But you can come closer if you want. Just don’t get in my way.”

“I will not,” Spock promised, as he did indeed come closer and took Jim’s hand.

McCoy glanced at him. ”You should tell him.”

“What?”

The doctor sighed and shook his head. “Idiots.”

March 13, 2024

Flash Fic, March 11, 2024

“I’ve been thinking.”

A heavy sigh and then, “I’m sure I should be worried.”

Jim chuckled low, though their situation was hardly something to laugh about.

Both of them, he and Bones, were shackled to a stone wall. Bones had a broken leg, Jim had been kicked in the side. Both of their faces were battered and bruised.

They had the Klingons to thank.

“If we get out of this—”

“We will.”

Jim appreciated Bones’ attempt to be optimistic. He really did. He just didn’t think it was warranted this time.

“What were you thinking?” Bones finally asked when Jim fell silent.

“If we get out of here, I should finally tell Spock how I feel.”

“Now I know you really don’t think we’re going to be rescued.” Bones frowned. “Not in time.”

“Well. It’s pretty dire, Bones.”

Jim was fairly certain he had internal injuries from the kicks. He was having trouble breathing and was getting weaker as time passed.

Maybe Bones would be rescued in time. Jim certainly hoped so.

“Things have been dire before, Jim. It doesn’t get any worse than you being dead.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, Bones. I’m just tired.”

“You can close your eyes, Jim. I’ll keep watch over you.”

“Bones, if I don’t wake up—”

“Jim, you will. I promise.”

Jim nodded and closed his eyes.

March 11, 2024

Flash Fic, March 08, 2024

I did sort of connect these three for Starfleet Academy Week, after all.

Next week is regular mission week.

“I’m a little nervous,” Jim admitted. He was hanging back, which was unlike him. “Do I look all right?”

Spock eyed him up and down. Jim was dressed casually in black slacks and a burgundy shirt.

“You look quite presentable.”

Jim snorted. “Presentable. Gee thanks. Not amazingly perfect?”

“You always look good,” Spock replied, confused by Jim’s slight irritation.

“Never mind. Maybe I should…”

“Jim, it will be fine. Mother is waiting at the restaurant. She is anxious to meet you.”

“Did Uhura meet her?”

Spock hesitated. But he had no reason to lie. “Yes.”

“Great. And did she like her?”

“She did. She appreciated Nyota’s intelligence and warmth.”

Jim actually laughed at that. “Warmth? Are we talking about the same girl?”

Spock gave him a look. “However, she was puzzled by my choice.”

“Puzzled?”

“Mother knew even then that I…preferred males. She had guessed.”

Jim nodded. “Gotcha. Well, just so you know, no mother has ever appreciated my intelligence and warmth.”

Spock arched a brow. “How many mothers have you met? Your own exempted, of course.”

“Well she’d be the one mother who would tout my warmth and intelligence, actually.” Jim grinned. “Yours is the first.”

Spock shook his head and took Jim’s hand in his. “You need not worry. My mother will love you. Just as I do.”

Jim’s breath caught. “You…do?”

“I know have yet to say those words to each other and if you are not ready—”

“Ready? I’m ready for anything, Professor. I love you, too. Let’s go have dinner with your mom.”

March 8, 2024

Flash Fic, March 06, 2024

“Geez, will you cut that out!”

Spock increased his pace as he made it around the corner and to the hospital bedside of Cadet Kirk

Standing over him with a large needle in his hand was Leonard McCoy.

“Don’t be such a baby!”

Kirk was pale, his blue eyes wide with fright. Across his face were abrasions, as though his face had been scraped across asphalt.

“What are you doing to Cadet Kirk?” Spock demanded.

Kirk’s gaze few to his, startled. But he seemed to instantly calm. “Professor Spock.”

McCoy snorted. “You two aren’t actually fooling anyone least of all me.”

“What-what do you mean?”

“All this Professor that and Cadet that. Do you honestly think you’re keeping your relationship a secret? Gimme a break. And you don’t even have to anyway.”

Kirk—Jim—glanced at Spock, bit his lip.

“How are you?” Spock asked, deciding for the moment to ignore the doctor. “What happened? How serious are your injuries?”

“They’re mostly cuts and bruises,” McCoy answered him. “The idiot decided to break up a fight and they both turned on him. I was about to give him a shot for the pain.”

Spock moved closer. “Perhaps it would have been wise not to interfere.”

Jim winced as the doctor injected the shot into his upper arm. “You think?”

“I assume he must stay overnight?”

“What? Wait, that’s not—”

McCoy glared at Jim. “Oh it’s necessary. And if you don’t keep quiet, I’ll recommend two nights.”

“Bones—”

“Wanna try for three?”

Jim closed his mouth.

“I’ll be back with something good for you to eat,” McCoy said, softening his tone.

When he’d left, Spock moved closer still and grasped Jim’s hand.

“The doctor is not wrong about our secret. I confirmed with the Board and there is nothing against our romantic relationship provided you are in none of my classes.”

Jim smiled. “That is good news.” Then he winced. “But man it hurts. I’m really sorry I won’t be able to make dinner with your mom.”

“She will understand it has to be rescheduled. What matters is your recovery.” He paused. “Who were the two who were fighting?”

“It was…” Jim narrowed his eyes. “Wait. Why do you want to know?”

“Mere curiosity.”

“Uh-huh. And you don’t intend to do something to them?”

Spock tried to look innocent. “Why would I?”

“Because they injured your beloved.” Jim waggled his eyebrows and grinned to indicate he was kidding.

“Yes, they did.” Spock was not.

“Spock—”

“I will stay with you tonight.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I do. But for the moment, I must do something. I will be back shortly.”

“Where are you going? Spock?

Spock would learn from McCoy who hurt Jim and then…speak to them. Logically of course.

March 6, 2024

Flash Fic, March 04, 2024

And so we begin Starfleet Academy week

Jim hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. Truly.

The thing was why would anyone, least of all those two have such a private conversation on an ordinary pathway on Starfleet Academy campus?

He’d halted at the sound of tears in Uhura’s voice and tried to turn around before her words reached his ears. He’d failed.

“It’s over, Spock.”

“Nyota—”

“And you could at least have the grace to be sorry about it!”

And then she made to run past Jim.

She stopped, stared, tears pooling in her eyes. Her lip curled in disdain.

“Kirk.”

That one word was filled with more venom than he’d heard in years. Oh, he’d heard worse. Just not in a long time.

She was gone before he thought what he could say or if she should say anything.

Spock stood staring after her, hands clenched behind his back, his face expressionless. He wasn’t wearing his professor uniform so clearly he was currently off-duty.

“I didn’t mean to overhear,” Jim said in a rush, less the Vulcan make his displeasure known. “I was on my way to the sociology building and this is the most direct path.”

“I am not looking to you for any blame.” His shoulders sagged slightly but otherwise he did not change his stance.

“Pretty intense?”

“You could say that.”

Jim nodded. “I’m sure, uh, when she calms down you’ll work things out.”

“We will not,” Spock said softly. “She was correct when she said it was over. Nyota wants things from our relationship I am unable to provide.”

“Oh. You didn’t tell her about—”

“Of course I did. I value honesty.”

That explained her rage and venom. And Jim really wasn’t proud of it.

They’d been arguing in a classroom, he and Spock, not at all an unusual thing, when suddenly instead of throwing insults they were kissing. A lot.

It hadn’t gone farther than that. Not because Jim hadn’t wanted it to, but because no matter what anyone said about him, he didn’t sleep with other people’s SOs.

Spock had still seen it as a betrayal of his relationship with Uhura and Jim guessed it was.

“I’m sorry then. Just like I was then. It…shouldn’t have happened, Spock. You can assure her it was all my fault.”

“Except that wouldn’t be honest. For us to engage in that sort of intimate behavior indicates a certain amount of trouble in my connection with Nyota. I recognized that and had to confess my doubts accordingly. I anticipated this outcome and you are not at fault, Cadet.”

“Jim. And I kind of am. I’m the one who you were kissing.”

Spock inclined his head.

“And the one who kissed you in the first place.”

“I remember it quite differently.”

Jim took a tentative step closer. “You do?”

Spock nodded. “I do. I initiated the kiss as I had wanted to do for some time. As I still do right now. Given that, I could hardly–”

Jim kissed him. He grabbed the collar of Spock’s sweater and kissed him hard.

“Sorry, I just—”

Spock stepped back. “Yes, now might not be the time. I do wish to kiss you again, Jim. And frequently.”

Jim moistened his lips. “I want the same. But yeah, I get it. I have class and you just…”

“Ended my relationship.” Spock nodded. “I will contact you in a few days.”

Jim smiled and nodded and went to turn away.

Spock grabbed his wrist, turned his hand over and touched his fingers to Jim’s.

“I hope you have a good rest of your day, Jim.”

Jim squeezed Spock’s hand. “It’s going to be okay.”

“Yes, it is.”

Jim continued on to his class, feeling hope for the future.

March 4, 2024

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!

March 29, 2023

Flash Fic, March 27, 2023

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.

March 27, 2023

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