March Flashes

Flash Fic, 03/27/2020

a continuation

“I’m, uh, well, I’m sorry about leaving you with my mom, you know, alone.”

Jim rubbed the back of his neck and tried not to look directly at Spock. While it was true he definitely felt some amusement at leaving Spock to face Winona while he dealt with the admiral’s endless questions, he also felt a little embarrassed. Things were so damn new between them. There’d been plenty of sex and affection, but no real declarations involving long term or-or-whatever.

Spock was in Jim’s room, looking at Jim with that rather Vulcan blank look that turned Jim on like crazy. There wasn’t much about Spock that didn’t turn Jim on. But it was more than lust for Jim. And he thought for Spock. But just…

“The amount of time you were gone was not excessive,” Spock replied.

“No. But…she probably drove you a little nuts with her nosey questions.”

Spock merely shrugged.

Jim cleared his throat. “Anyway, you know me, with most things I leap before looking.”

“This is true.”

He sensed a reproach in there. He ignored it and continued, “But not in relationships. I never do then. Except, well, with you, I have. And I’m a little paranoid that I’m going to say or do something that will doom me before we get started.”

Spock tilted his head. Yet another thing that turned Jim on. “We have, as you say, already started.”

“Yeah.” And Jim laughed at that. A nervous laugh, yeah. “You might be regretting that about now.”

“I am not,” Spock said simply. His gaze went to the presents from Jim’s mom, which Jim had placed on the bed. “What did she give you?”

“Oh. You know. Mom things, I guess.” And then he felt stupid and idiotic. Spock’s mom was human and well…God, he really was going to fuck this all up. He sunk down, defeated, on the bed.

Spock came over and sat beside him. “Your mother is alive and is in your life. You cannot nor should you avoid speaking of her with me simply because mine is deceased.”

“You knew that’s what went through my mind?”

Spock nodded.

“Because of the telepathy?”

“No. Because I have come to know you better than you think. Show me your gifts.”

Jim smiled. “Okay. But there’s like underwear, pajamas, chips, cookies…” He laughed at Spock’s arched brow. “I like to eat. A lot. Because, well, maybe someday I’ll tell you. But look at these. You have to try them…”

March 27, 2020

Kris’ Birthday Flash 03/19/2020

Written well before all of the happenings….

Spock straightened from his station as he became aware of the little huff of breath coming from the captain’s station. He became somewhat alarmed when he watched as the captain sagged deep into the chair, almost to the point he would surely fall off.

“Captain?” Spock approached out of concern.

“Uhh.” Jim kind of undulated up and gave Spock a rather incomprehensible look.

“You do not look well.”

“Gee, thanks.”

Spock withheld a sigh. “I suggest I escort you to the medbay. Your shift has ended anyway,” he pointed out.

Jim did accompany him to onto the turbolift, but once inside he acted predictably. “I’m not going to the medbay, Spock. I’m fine. Nothing that a long hot water shower won’t fix.”

“You do not look well,” he repeated.

“So you said. I know all of this is very new between us but that’s not the way to win my heart.” He was smiling crookedly. Spock assumed, to indicate he was joking. Humans were fond of joking and Jim in particular.

It was indeed new between them. Two nights ago, after a heated argument, they ended up having rather wild, intense sex. Tonight was to be their first planned date. No doubt why the captain refused to go to the medbay.

The turbolift doors opened onto the deck with their quarters and Jim got out. Spock followed. He followed Jim right into the captain’s quarters.

Jim merely glanced at him and started pulling off his uniform shirts. “I have to get a shower before our date, Spock.”

“Captain, considering you are unwell, I surmise that our date is…off.”

At that, Jim froze and frowned at him. “What? What do you mean off? This is supposed to be like the official start.”

Spock went to him and put his hands on Jim’s arms. “Jim, considering the last two night’s activities we have engaged in, I believe our official start has already come to past.”

“Yes, but…”

“Ashal-veh, my concern is for your welfare and you are not feeling well. I can plainly see.”

Jim deflated before his eyes. “I wanted it to be perfect.”

“Any time spent with you is, as far as I am concerned. If you do not wish to be subjected to the medbay, may I suggest you prepare for bed, get in, and allow me to tend to you. Doctor McCoy can make a ‘house-visit’ as they say.”

Jim blew out a breath. “I do feel kind of crappy. I’m sorry.”

“You owe me no apology. I am sorry that our plans have been postponed. However, I am pleased to be able to spend time with you anyway I can.”

Jim smiled. “You’re almost perfect.”

Spock raised a brow. “Almost?”

“Close to it.” Jim sagged against him. “You win. I’ll get into bed.”

And Jim turned to get into his pajamas, which were little more than shorts and a beat up, stained T-shirt. Once he had done so, Spock stepped forward and helped him get into bed, even fluffing up his pillows.

“You feel warm. Perhaps a fever?”

“Maybe. Are you going to be bored in here with me like this?”

Spock shook his head. “No. I will work on reports and labs. But first the doctor will come to check on you.”

“Do I have to?” Jim asked, jokingly.

“I am afraid so.” Spock brushed his fingers along Jim’s. “I will bring you tea.”

“Thanks. For, you know, everything.”

“Rest, Jim. I will take care of you.”

Always.

March 19, 2020

Flash Fic, 03/06/2020

“How long is this going to go on?”

Jim tilted his glass back and took a large swallow of the burning whiskey. “Hmm?”

Uhura sighed and took a drink from her own glass. She flicked her head in the direction of the group across the room. “How many days?”

“How many days what?”

“Captain, you’re so tedious like this. You and Spock not speaking. How many days so far?”

“You’ve got your nose all up in everyone’s business. You probably know.”

She snorted. “Four days.”

He smirked. “See?”

“You know he only spoke up because he is your friend and is concerned for your safety as both your friend and your first officer.”

He finished his drink. “Are you through?”

She sighed again. “Yes.”

“Excellent.” Jim rose from his seat and without looking back at Uhura he went up to the table where Spock sat with a group made up of his science department. “Commander.”

“Captain.”

“Can we talk?”

Spock excused himself and they moved to the side of the room. Jim shifted awkwardly, not looking at him.

“So, uh, listen. I guess maybe I overreacted, so for that, I’m sorry.”

“I accept,” Spock said quickly, “and offer my own apology for stating my point in an abrupt and insensitive way.”

Jim nodded. “Okay. So, if you, I don’t know. Want to play chess—”

“Yes.”

Jim glanced at him. Nodded again. “We could do it in my quarters or—”

“Yes.”

Jim blew out a breath. “Uh. All right. See you there in a few minutes then.”

He left the rec room and headed for his quarters. It felt better to be talking to Spock again, but he couldn’t deny he still felt…stiff and awkward. Kind of like they had just before it all went to shit on Altamid.

He dreaded returning to that non-friendship.

Only a moment later, Spock appeared, requesting entry, so Jim let him in.

“Spock, I think we need to talk more,” Jim said as soon as Spock entered. “Look, I feel that…things are kind of off with us. Maybe that’s why it was so easy for us to get into that big fight, I don’t know. But I really don’t want to return to the way things were with us when you wanted to leave.”

“I did not want to leave. I felt it was my duty to—”

“Yeah, I know. That’s semantics, Spock.”

Spock’s dark eyes darkened, if that were possible. “You wished to leave also.”

He nodded. “I did. And…I just don’t want us to reach that point again. Where we’re barely friends.”

“I do not wish that either.”

“I know I have an issue, Spock, and I am working on it.”

“An issue, Captain?”

Jim exhaled. “I have these feelings surrounding you and I’m…I know they need to go away or at least be controlled.”

“What feelings?”

“Lord, you don’t intend to make this easy, do you? Soft ones. Feelings that go beyond friendship, I guess, and I’ve had them a long time, so I know a whole bunch of this is my fault because of my inability to deal with it, but I don’t want it to be awkward between us because of unwelcome feelings on my part.”

Spock sucked in a breath. “And if they are not?”

“Huh?”

“If your softer feelings are not unwelcome, what then?”

Jim’s jaw dropped open. “Spock, what are you saying?”

Spock stepped close, but his hand on Jim’s face. “I share your softer feelings.”

March 6, 2020

Flash Fic 03/04/2020

Jim stopped at the nurse’s desk in the Starfleet hospital outside the area where he’d been told Jaylah had been taken.

“Hi, James Kirk. Here to see Jaylah, Ensign.”

She nodded. “She’s resting comfortably in room 424, Captain.”

Jim went down the hall, shuffling the items in his hands as he did so, until he found the correct room. There was no door on the outside, as often was the case with hospital rooms. He craned his neck around the opening to see if she was awake or had other visitors. He saw no one and Jaylah sitting up.

“James T,” she greeted him instantly as he approached her bed. She smiled. “You came.”

“Of course I did.” He thrust the bouquet of flowers in her general direction, as well as the balloon declaring “Congratulations.”

She tilted her head. “Over there, on the table, please.”

Jim saw there was a vase already on the table filled with flowers as well as a big stuffed bear wearing a blue diaper. He shook his head and added his flowers over there and set his balloon next to her bed.

“Well? Where is the little one?”

“They take him for a walk. He’ll be back in a moment.”

“Who did?”

“Commander Spock and Uhura.”

“Ah.” He nodded. “They beat me here. Last minute meetings are a pain. Bear come from them?”

“Yes.”

He sat on the edge of her bed, but other than a slightly reproachful look, Jaylah let him. “So, what’s next for you? With a baby…”

They both looked toward the door at the commotion, in the form of his first and communication’s officers returning with the baby. Of course Uhura had the little blue wrapped bundle and was cooing nonsensically at him.

“Some linguistic you are,” Jim joked.

“Captain,” Spock exclaimed. “We did not expect you to be free for some hours.”

Jim’s lips twitched. “I charmed my way out early.”

Uhura rolled her eyes at him, but stopped to show him Jaylah’s little bundle of joy. “Beautiful, isn’t he?”

“I’ll say. Give me that baby.” Jim scooped him up into his arms as Spock joined them by the bed.

“Be careful, James T.”

“I know how to handle babies,” Jim insisted.

“When have you held one that young?” Uhura asked.

Jim didn’t answer at first. He let the little boy grab his index finger. Then he said softly, “On Tarsus, when a woman there lost her life shortly after giving birth. I cared for the infant for a time.”

There was a very subdued collective gasp, but Jim didn’t miss it.

“Well, you’re just about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Let me give you to your beautiful mama.”

He turned to Jaylah and laid the bundle in her arms.

“Gorgeous. You’re very lucky.”

“Yes.”

Uhura cleared her throat. “What about you, Captain? Think you’ll have one of your own one day?”

He shrugged. “Anything’s possible, Lieutenant. With surrogacy, it’s definitely possible someday.” He yawned. Then he covered his face in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry.”

“You are exhausted,” Spock said, quietly. He looked to Uhura. “Nyota, I am taking him home to rest. Would you like to stay a little longer?”

“Sure. I can get back to my place on my own.”

Spock grabbed his arm.

“I’ll be by tomorrow,” Jim called out as he was shuffled out of the room. “I could have stayed,” he grumbled, even as he sagged against Spock.

“As you say, we will come tomorrow.” Spock paused. “Well?”

Jim sighed. “Yeah, I got it. The promotion.”

“So you are…”

“Fucked.”

“Jim—”

“Admiral Kirk, yeah. Can we stop and get fries on the way home?”

“Yes.”

“And a burger.”

“Yes.”

“And cookies.”

Jim smiled, leaned over and kissed Spock on the cheek. “Thanks, honey.”

March 4, 2020

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