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May 2023

Memorial Day Flash

When super blood-or super villain blood-keeps you going much longer than your life was originally scheduled for, well, you ended up outliving pretty much everyone you’d ever known.

But today was about honoring those who had died in service to Starfleet and the Federation.

He stopped at Pike’s, Carol’s, and Chekov’s along the way. A few more that had served under him. Hendorff’s. Giotto’s.

And finally he stopped at his dad’s. Of all those sections in the Memorial he had visited, his dad was the only one he’d never gotten to know. Not even briefly, like Sam.

His thoughts strayed to his late brother. Gone now too, since there’d been no miracle blood to prolong his life. They’d reconciled at the end but they’d missed far too many years over too many hurt feelings.

By the time he made it out of the Memorial, he was exhausted. Not because he felt any physical weakness. He didn’t at all. But the emotional toll was great.

So he stood there outside of it, leaning against a wall, closing his eyes as a sort of survivor’s guilt assailed him.


A soft touch on his elbow.

He opened his eyes to look into the concerned dark eyes of his husband.

“Hi, Spock.”

“You did not wait and went without me.”

Jim nodded. “I can wait here if you want to go.”

Spock looked past him to the entrance. “No. My place is with you. I mourn their memories.” Spock took Jim’s arm and helped him to walk away from the building.

“Did you make the arrangements for your father?”

Another loss. Another memory. Or a thousand memories.

“Yes.” Spock said nothing else as they walked together. They remained quiet as they made their way home. It was good to have each other. In that the miracle of Kahn’s blood had blessed him.

Flash Fic Wednesday May 24, 2023

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I’m off for another adventure and won’t return until Sunday afternoon, so have some Vanik and Jim. One of my favorite combinations!

Jim felt weak, sweaty, and like he was probably going to barf again. He struggled to lift his head when he hear the sound of someone approaching his bed. Not an easy task because his head felt like it weighed eighty pounds.

“I have come to check on you again as promised.”

He eyed Vanik out of blood-shot eyeballs. “Did you check on me only ten minutes ago?”

“Negative. It was thirty minutes ago. I promised Uncle Spock that while he was away I would keep a very steady eye on you.”

“Yeah, okay, but how am I supposed to rest if you keep coming in to check on me every ten minutes?”



“Uncle Spock was called away and gave me task until he could return. He was given the task by your own friend, Leonard McCoy, the doctor.”

“I know, I know.”   

“Doctor McCoy was required in Georgia for a family emergency. Neither the doctor nor Uncle Spock thought you should be left alone for long periods of time.”

“I have the flu not a fatal illness.”

“During the year of nineteen hundred eighteen on planet, Earth, it is estimated anywhere from seventeen million to fifty million died from influenza.” Vanik paused. “It is time to take your temperature. I have brought the one to scan your forehead.”

Jim sighed, sunk his head back down on the pillow and gave into the inevitable.

“Your fever had reduced a degree but is still alarming. I will check again thirty minutes from now. Do you require tea?”

“I’ll just barf it back up. When does Spock return?”

“His last message estimated nine o’clock this evening.”

“What time is it?”

“Two in the afternoon.”

Jim sighed again. “Okay see you again in thirty minutes.”

“You can count on it.”

Flash Fic May 22, 2023

I had promised that I would eventually get around to the second part of the flash where Jim and Spock have a son “Tommy” and the mother visits the space station. Taken me a while but here it is. I added the first part too, to remind you of the story. Here’s the thing in full. Enjoy!

Jim sat alone at a two-seater table in the corner of a canteen restaurant on Space Station 12. He had his PADD with him, but at that moment he was people watching.

Half-listening for the beep from his PADD when he received a new message. He was waiting for one from Spock.

They’d been parted now for nearly four months and it was wearing on him.

Jim hadn’t accepted retirement, but he had accepted that he wouldn’t be captain of a starship anymore. Instead he was acting as the military head of this very space station.

And Spock had taken on the ambassadorial duties of his father when Sarek had been too unwell to complete them. Spock was spending his time between Earth, New Vulcan, and Space Station 12. And it seemed to Jim that his location got the least amount of attention from Spock.

Jim got it. He did. And it wouldn’t be forever.

The blood he’d received from Khan all those years prior had insured he would live a life far more matched to Spock’s and for that he was grateful. But he would very much like to spend that life with Spock more often.

Last time Spock was here, he’d been there only a month before leaving for New Vulcan. Jim had traveled four months ago for a visit with Spock on Earth, for a mere two weeks, and he’d had to return.

He spotted the Human woman the minute she’d entered the canteen. She was dressed all in shiny silver, a mini skirt with a halter top. Her white hair was pulled back in a pony-tail reminiscent of the way Uhura had once worn hers. Dangling from her ears were large silver hoop earrings. Even her makeup was silver, glittery. And she looked his way.

When she reached him, she sat down without invitation.

“Admiral Kirk.”

“Jody. I wasn’t aware you were on the Station.” Which annoyed him. He should be alerted to all who arrived. Some security.

She smirked. “Sorry, sir. I should have let you know I was coming. You’re alone?”

He shrugged. ”Unless you’re sitting on someone very tiny.”

Jody laughed. “You haven’t changed.”

“Did you expect I would?”

“No.” She sighed. “Where is he?”

“In class. He doesn’t get out for another two hours.” Jim sighed and picked up his coffee cup, taking a sip, then grimacing when it was cold. “He’ll be glad to see you.”

“What about you, Jim? Are you glad?”

“That ship sailed, as you know.”

“True. I’m just passing through. I’ll be on my way tomorrow, so you needn’t worry I’ll overstay my welcome.”

“Where are you off to?”

“I’ve taken a job on Caltos 6. Six-months. I wanted to see my son before I went.”

He nodded. “As I said, he’ll be glad to see you.”

“Where’s your husband?”


“You two, always busy.”

Jody, of course, had been Jim’s mistake before he and Spock ever got together. Back on a place just like this. Yorktown. They’d spent a few weeks together pretending to have a romance, Jim supposed. It was only ever sex for him as he loved Spock even back then, but he had liked her.

But then after she left, after it was over, she informed Jim she’d gotten pregnant. Their son, Thomas, stayed with Jim fulltime. Jody didn’t want to be tied down to a child, she’d been clear about that, but she did visit Thomas when she could, and they did have a loving if somewhat distant relationship.

“I’m waiting to hear from him now.”

“He’s coming to the canteen?”

“No. He’s on New Vulcan.”

“Oh.” She nodded. “I’ve got some things to take care of. Can I meet you at Thomas’ school in a couple of hours? Maybe we can have take-out together at your apartment.”

“Sure. Okay.”

She smiled, stood, and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “See you in a bit, Admiral.”

Jody turned around and walked right into a tall, thin Vulcan.

Jim stood up immediately, aware he was grinning like a fool. “Spock!”

Spock arched a brow at Jody and stepped around her to accept Jim’s embrace.

“I was waiting for your message.”

“I decided to surprise you,” Spock said. He looked at Jody. “Clearly this is your day to be surprised.”

“Nice to see you again, Spock,” Jody said. “Don’t worry I am leaving again tomorrow.”

“I was not, in fact, worried.”

“She’s going to eat with the family tonight. She wanted to see Tommy before she’s off on a six-month assignment,” Jim explained.

“She will be welcome.”

Jody laughed. “Doubtful, but I appreciate the sentiment. I will see you soon.”

Jim watched her walk away. He put his hands on Spock’s arms. ”Sorry about that. She did surprise me.”

“It is not your fault. And I am actually glad I will be here for her visit.”

“I don’t think I need protecting from Jody.”

Spock gave him a reproachful look. “I do not think she will attack you, but I wish to be there with my family.”

Jim linked his arm with Spock’s. “And we want you there, too. How long are you here this time?”

“For the foreseeable future, Ashaya.”

And now with Spock beside him, Jim knew he was ready to face anything. Even his son’s mother.


Despite Jim’s statement that he didn’t need protecting from Jody, Spock knew his husband well. He didn’t miss the tightening in Jim’s shoulders or the pinched look near his eyes. These were definite signs of Jim’s stress as he was well familiar.

Later when they were alone and could put Thomas’ mother’s visit behind him, Spock would make it his priority to care for Jim.

Spock could not help but appreciate that when they arrived at their son’s school, Thomas ran straight to him. He readily accepted the child’s enthusiastic embrace.

“Father! I didn’t know you were home.” Thomas shot a brief accusatory glance at his dad.

“Only just home a short time ago,” Spock assured him. “I managed to surprise even your dad.”

As Thomas released Spock and turned to speak to his dad his gaze rested on the approach of Jody, his mother. The boy’s eyes widened slightly and he put a hand on Jim’s arm.

“It’s okay, buddy. She wanted to surprise you,” Jim told his son. He smiled. “It’s okay,” he repeated.

Thomas nodded and then turned to greet his mother. “Hi Mom.”

He hugged her with much less enthusiasm but he did smile and Spock wasn’t even sure she would notice the difference.

“Hi baby. I wanted to surprise you.”

“I am surprised.”

She laughed and ruffled his hair. “I’m leaving tomorrow for a new planet but I couldn’t go by here without stopping to see you. Your dad and Spock generously said I could have dinner with you guys tonight.”

“Great,” Thomas said.

“I brought gifts too,” she told her son, putting her arm around him. She glanced at Spock and Jim. “Ready?”

“Sure thing,” Jim agreed.

They lived in a two-story villa on the Space Station that overlooked the main city area. The living room and their bedroom had a spectacular view of the city lights and the man-made water feature. Yorktown had nothing on Space Station 12. Jim had his pick of which one he’d be in charge of and he had chosen 12. Spock had approved.

“I’ll order something to be delivered,” Jim said when they arrived. “Tommy, why don’t you show your mom your room?”


And off they went.

Jim shook his head, went to the whiskey decanter, opened it, and poured himself a drink.

“Are you worried?” Spock asked.

“Worried? About what?”

“Her arrival.”

“No. I believe her when she says she’s leaving again tomorrow.” Jim took his drink to the floor to ceiling picture window. Spock followed him there. “I used to be concerned.”

“About wanting to take her son?”

Our son. He’s ours, Spock. Yours and mine. She shows up a few times in his life with a smile and gifts like it makes up for her wanting nothing to do with him.” Jim sighed.

“Like your mother did with you,” Spock surmised.

“I love my mom. She did the best she could,” Jim said softly.

“And you have a good relationship with her now. But when you were a child…”

Jim shook his head. “I know. But I don’t really think the situation with Jody is the same. And the truth is, I used to worry she’d come back to take Tommy but I don’t worry about that anymore. She doesn’t want him. She wants to live whatever life she has with no responsibilities to the boy she gave birth to. Tommy is ours and he wants to be with us. If I ever had to fight with her over it, you and I both know I’d win. But she won’t. It’s not what she wants.”

“I am sorry you sometimes have to manage all this without me here.”

Jim smiled, put his drink down, and walked into Spock’s embrace. Spock wrapped his arms around his husband.

“We knew what we were getting into when you took on the ambassadorship. And me this station. We always work it out because we want to. We love each other and there’s no one else for either of us. I don’t blame you when you aren’t here. But I do miss you.”

“And I miss you. I will be here with you, with our family for some time. What duties I currently have can be managed from here.”

“Fantastic.” Jim gave him a squeeze and then stepped out of his arms. “Guess I better order that food.”

“I will do it. You finish your drink.”

Jim blew out a breath. “Thanks. I love you, Spock.”

“And I always you. Eternally.”   

Flash Fic, May 15, 2023

A teensy sequel to yesterday’s flash

“There you are.”

Jim smiled at his husband as he closed and locked their apartment door. “Yeah, sorry. Mom and I had a few too many margaritas and decided to walk through the park.”

Spock held open his arms and Jim went into them immediately. He noticed how tight Spock hugged him.

“Hey, are you alright?”


Jim pulled away and looked at him. “How’d it go with your dad?”

“As usual. I apologize, Jim, I should have gone with you to see your mother.”

“It’s no big deal.”

“It is. You are my mate and your needs are more important than mine.”

“Spock, that’s not true.”

“It is to me. How was your dinner?”

“Good. It was good.” Jim took his hand and led him over to the kitchen. “You want me to make you some tea or something?”

“I am fully recovered.”

Jim smiled. The truth was Spock looked wrecked. He had dark smudges under his eyes and he still had a tremor in his hands. But Jim did not argue. “Tea?”

“I can get whatever it is you need,” Spock said instead.

He sighed heavily, grabbed Spock’s hand, and now led him to the sofa. He pulled the Vulcan down to sit and then perched beside him.

“Listen to me. I’m fine. I’m not injured. I’m not frightened of you. I love you. Everything is good between us.”

“Your tissue was torn—”

“Sure, a little. But it got fixed. We were both exhausted but of course we were. You have to stop blaming yourself for something you couldn’t control. We got through it and we’re both good.”

Spock closed his eyes.

Jim took Spock’s hand and put it on his face. “Meld us. You’ll see how good we are.”

A moment later, Spock’s eyes opened and Jim smiled again.


“I will never be all right with hurting you.”

“I know,” Jim said softly. “We’re good. I’m not hurt. I love you.”

Spock nodded and exhaled. “Do you think your mother would go to dinner with us tomorrow night?”

“Yes, I’m sure. But why don’t we invite her here and we’ll cook her dinner.”

“That is a good idea.”

“Tea?” Jim asked again.

“Let’s make it together.”

Jim chuckled, kissed him, and pulled him up from the couch. He’d text his mother later. Maybe after some very close time with Spock.  

Flash Fic, May 14, 2023

“A day late and a dollar short.”

Or so the saying went, I thought. Something like that.

Mom gave me a funny look whether I got the saying right or not.

I couldn’t entirely blame her. Mother’s Day had been yesterday. I was supposed to make it to take her to a fancy brunch in San Francisco’s Starlight Hotel. We had reservations at 2:00.

She finally texted me she was leaving brunch at 3:30. She’d had it…by herself.

“I’m really sorry,” I told her as I hugged her. “Things got really crazy. The meeting went way too long.” I jingled the small gift bag I held. “A gift card for a spa treatment.”

She took the bag from me but I could tell she wanted to roll her eyes at me. A spa treatment wasn’t really her thing, but she stuffed it into her purse. “Thank you, honey.”

“Want to go to dinner?” I offered, somewhat lamely.

“Have you got time?”

“I’ll make time.” I linked my arm with hers and turned her so that she was walking down the street with me. “How does Carlos’ sound?”

“Mm. Good. I love Mexican food. No Spock?”

“Sometimes the whole mother thing gets to him,” I admitted. “He really misses her even though he tries to pretend it doesn’t mother him that much. He was having a video conference with Sarek.”

“That’s good. How are things going with you two? Are things okay?”

We’d reached Carlos’ so I opened the door for her to go in before me.

“Yeah. I mean he’s still a little weird about the whole PF thing.” I grinned. “I told him I was fine but…”

“He worries.”

“Yeah. I don’t think it’ll take him the whole next seven years but you never know. He’s not always as logical as he thinks.” I laughed then and held up two to the hostess who then led us to a table.

After we settled and we’d both ordered margaritas, she reached for my hand and squeezed it.

“I’m very happy to see you. It’s been a long time.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ll try to do better. And Happy Belated Mother’s Day.”

“Definitely better late than never.”

And after a while, maybe the margaritas helped, we got a little less stiff and awkward and begain to get easier with each other. I still felt bad about brunch and Spock not coming along and probably the spa gift card, but it was good.We were good.

“I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, Jimmy.”

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May 10, 2023 Eveningstar’s Birthday Flash

“I’m sorry I ruined our wedding,” Jim rasped out. He felt hot and cold at the same time.

Surprisingly considering he had a gaping wound in his side it didn’t really hurt.

Spock knelt beside him, covered in red blood. One had rested on Jim’s arm and the other near his face.

“You did not ruin anything,” Spock said. “Save your strength.”

Jim could only vaguely remember things. Getting speared in the side. Standing beside Spock. Saying vows. The wrong order though, right?

“C-cold,” Jim stuttered, suddenly feeling as though he must have frostbite.

Spock looked over his shoulder. “Ensign Evening, please bring over the emergency blanket.”

A moment later Jim saw a female officer wearing a blue science dress hand Spock something. She looked down at Jim with deep concern and he attempted to give her a reassuring smile.

He didn’t remember her being at the wedding ceremony but he supposed his memory was compromised by his wound.

“Shh, rest easy,” Spock said, gently. He tucked the blanket around Jim. “Close your eyes, Jim. Try to rest while we wait for transport.”

Jim nodded or he thought he did. He closed his eyes.

“Commander, why does he think—”

“Silence, Ensign.”

“Y-Yes, sir. Sorry.”

Jim opened his eyes to see only Spock there, hovering over him. “Shouldn’t it hurt> I can’t really feel anything.”

“At the moment I am absorbing most of your discomfort.”

“You-you shouldn’t.”

“It is no hardship.”

He tried to snort but wasn’t sure what it sounded like. “Am I gonna die, Spock?”

“Not on my watch, Captain.”

“Good. I really want that honeymoon.”

“As do I. Sleep. When you wake you will be on the Enterprise.”

He nodded and closed his eyes again.

Jim opened his eyes to Bones running a scanner over him. To Jim’s surprise Bones half-smiled.

“Welcome back.”


“Yep. You’re going to live. Thanks to Spock.”

“Where is he?”

“Here, Captain.”

Bones moved away for a moment and was replaced by Spock who looked like every hair was in place. Jim sort of remembered he’d been covered in blood last he saw him.

“Everything okay?”

“It is now.”

Jim smiled. “I think Bones has pumped me full of happy juice.”

“Indeed. And when you have recovered I believe there is something we need to discuss.”


“The possibility of our marriage.”

And like that Spock moved away.

“Our what? Spock? Spock!”

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May 05, 2023

Happy Cinco de Mayo/Pinto de Mayo

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I am currently tasting wine (or about to)

So there’s no flash or anything today but I do have a new Pinto on AO3 if you want to check it out.

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Flash Fic, May 03, 2023

Just a teensy sequel to Monday’s flash

Jim opened the door to his dorm to his “bestie” Leonard “Bones” McCoy.


Bones thrust a paper bag into Jim’s hands and then brushed past him and into the dorm.

“What is this?” Jim asked, opening the bag to peer in.

“Custard filled donuts. And don’t eat them all at once. You shouldn’t be eating them at all. You should be eating salad. Or broccoli.”

“Salad or broccoli flavored donuts suck.”

“Har har. Where’s the coffee?”

“Haven’t made it yet.”

Bones frowned. “Didn’t you remember we were having breakfast this morning?”

“Well, see, uh, Yesterday, I kind of talked to Spock about—”

“Oh, good. So you got that straightened out, right? You’re definitely better without—”

Just then Spock emerged from the bedroom area of Jim’s dorm. To Jim’s amusement he was wearing Jim’s own robe and his hair was still quite messy. It was a very good look on him, Jim thought.

“Good morning, Doctor,” Spock said cooly.

When Spock came near, Jim put his hand on Spock’s arm and smiled.

“As I was saying, I talked to Spock yesterday about our relationship and he ended up spending the night. I did forget about breakfast. Sorry, Bones. I’ll get that coffee going right now.”

Bones stared at them. “You know what? Three’s a crowd. So Why don’t we make it another day?”

“You don’t have to leave. Now I feel bad.”

“Don’t. It’s fine, Jim. You deserve, uh, well, you know, if this is what you want, I support you.”

Jim smiled. “Thanks, Bones.”

When Bones was gone, he closed and locked the door, and faced Spock.

Spock quirked a brow. “I believe your plan was to show me another one of your secret talents.” Jim laughed and flung himself into Spock’s arms. “Yep. Let’s go back to bed.”      

Another Brief Update

Unfortunately I just won’t be able to update any of my WIPs on AO3 this week. Ran out of time and energy and I do apologie

Tomorrow I plan to have a tiny sequel to Monday’s flash and then I will add that to AO3 as requested.

The good news (or bad depending on your POV) is that for the rest of May I plan on devoting my time to updating WIPs on A03 instead of posting flashes here. I will have a flash May 10th for Evening’s birthday and if I feel like it one or two might pop otherwise, but I really need to devote some time to those fics waiting to be updated.

I leave Thursday morning and won’t be back until Sunday night.

Thank you so much for your support

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