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Flash Fic, October 28, 2022

This is a mini sequel to October Romance from 2017

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“Hey, it’s the dog from last year.”

Jim eyed him out of one closed eye. “I’m not a dog. Not this year.”

Boyce got close to Jim in the hospital bed and scanned him with a medical equipment. “What are you supposed to be? Big Foot?”

He raised his arm to block the light Doctor Boyce shined in his eyes. “Ouch. Do you mind?”

“What is his condition, Doctor?” Spock asked from somewhere in the room. Jim couldn’t see him.

“Seems to have a bit of a concussion.”

Seems?” That was Bones. Sounded outraged too. “What kind of a doctor are you?”

Boyce straightened and gave Bones the evil eye. “Listen, son, I was treating injuries when you were still in nappies.”

“Can we maybe focus on me?” Jim wondered.

“You’ve got a nasty bump on your noggin.” Boyce smiled. “No fleas though.”

Jim would have rolled his eyes except it would have hurt.

“You’re going to have to spend the night for observation.” He glanced over, Jim figured, at the other two. “Your boyfriends will have to come back tomorrow.”

Bones choked.

“Boyfriend,” Spock said icily. “I am Jim’s mate.”

“Oh. Okay. I assumed you were a threesome.” Boyce patted Jim’s shoulder. “Get some rest. I’ll send a nurse in to remove that costume. Whatever it is. Try not to end up here next Halloween.” He eyed Bones. “Now that I think of it since it was the other one last year and this kid here this year, it’ll be you next time.”

“Over my dead body,” Bones mumbled.     

Boyce looked at Jim. “What happened anyway?”

“I slipped in, uh, cow, uh, you know, at the Halloween Festival and hit my head.”

“Ah.” The doctor nodded. “That explains the smell. The nurse will give you a sponge bath too. You two out.”

“But—”

“Out. He needs rest. Come back in the morning.”

Then all three of them left and shortly after Nurse Ratchet appeared a few minutes later. She seemed to take pleasure in yanking his ruined costume off and rubbing his skin raw.

“Want anything?” she demanded when she was done.

“Coffee?”

“Nope. You can have milk.”

“Chocolate?”

“Nope. You can have one cookie. Oatmeal raisin.”

Jim nodded. “Okay.”

“I’ll be back.”

Jim sighed. That was exactly what he feared.

Flash Fic, October 26, 2022

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A bit of silliness today.

“What is that?”

Jim looked over his shoulder at Spock, who had just come into Jim’s quarters from their shared bathroom.

“It’s a ghost.”

“A ghost?”

Jim grinned as he finished hanging the “ghost” from his ceiling. It was a round ball covered in a white sheet with glowing red eyes, and with a remote control it would wiggle and fly a bit with spooky music playing. He stepped off the step stool.

“I had this when I was a kid. When we had that break on Earth recently and I saw my mom I asked her if I could have it.”

“Why?”

“She was going to throw it away if you can believe it.”

Spock eyed it. “I can believe it.”

Jim laughed. “It’s spooky season so I wanted to hang it up.”

“So it will normally not be hanging from the ceiling?”

“No, I guess not.” Jim grabbed the remote and pressed it, grinning madly while Spock watched it with undisguised derision.  When it was still once more, Jim grabbed Spock and kissed him. “How about that chess game?”

Much later, in the middle of the night, Jim turned it on again, cackling when Spock sat straight up in bed.

When Spock rose, his hair standing on end, his hands on his hips, he glared at Jim.

“That’s it. We are sleeping in my quarters.”

Flash Fic, October 24, 2022

“You said you’d carve a pumpkin with me.”

Sam gave his brother a nasty look. “I changed my mind. Another day.”

“But it’s almost Halloween and you said—”

“I’m not going to carve a damn pumpkin with you, all right? Halloween sucks and you’re too old to be dressing up and going trick or treating and carving pumpkins.”

Jim stood there holding the pumpkin he’d wanted to carve. He could feel the sting of the tears pooling in his eyes, and the painful lump in his throat.

Sam crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Anyway, you need to grow up. Things are going to change around here.”

“Change?”

“That’s right. I’m making plans to split.”

Jim blinked, aware that dislodged some of the tears he’d fought to suppress onto his cheeks. “You can’t leave.”

“Watch me.”

“Keptin, we’re beginning the pumpkin carving contest. Didn’t you want to compete, sir?”

Jim forced a smile as the memories of Sam’s cruelty and abandonment got pushed aside. “I think there are plenty of competitors, Ensign. I’ll be happy to judge.”

Chekov nodded. “Okay, Keptin.”

Jim was aware of Spock moving over to appear by his side. “Hey.”

“You are not participating in the festivities?”

“Not these ones, no.” He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “The whole…pumpkin carving thing sort of brings up some memories from my childhood I’d rather forget.”

He remembered throwing and destroying that pumpkin he’d picked out of so many at the pumpkin farm after Sam’s rejection. It made him sad the instant he’d smashed it to bits. All it had done was upset him, not Sam, and Jim figured he’d learned an important lesson that day.

 He turned to face Spock when he realized the Vulcan was watching him carefully.

“What?”

“I do not like it when you are…melancholy.”

“Sorry, sweetheart.”

“You owe me no apology. I know that this relationship is new for both of us, I just do not know what to do to clear the clouds I see in your eyes sometimes.”

Jim smiled and put his hand on Spock’s arm. “You’re doing good, I promise. Help me judge these things?”

“Of course. Though I am not certain I can be entirely unbiased. Nyota has entered.”

“Yeah? What’s she doing?”

Spock paused. “Us.” Jim laughed. “This I gotta see.”

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Flash Fic, October 21, 2022

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When Spock arrived to see him, Jim was sitting up in bed and when Jim saw that Spock was bringing him a drink, he brightened.

“Spock, you’re my hero if that’s Bones’ special Autumn Spiked Punch.”

Because Jim had managed to incur the wrath of some hairy spear throwing alien he was currently confined to the medbay instead of at the Autumn Ball being held for crew morale. Typical.

“It is most certainly not,” Spock said, handing the cup to Jim. “It is pumpkin spiced tea.”

Jim made a face but he accepted the cup.

“How do you feel?”

“Like I’m missing out.”

“T’hy’la, it is not even very interesting. I was there and it was merely a few people drinking, laughing, and dancing.”

Jim sighed. “Oh, yeah, that just sounds terrible. Drinking and dancing. Nothing fun about that.”

“I did bring you a scone with your tea.” Spock handed him a wrapped baked good.

“Swell.” But Jim took a bite. “It’s good.”

“Doctor McCoy said you can be discharged day after tomorrow.”

“Two more nights?”

Spock nodded. “And then you will be off for twenty four hours.”

“What?”

“I will be off too.” Spock paused. “To take care of you.”

Jim perked up. “Okay, that sounds good.”

“I thought you might think so.”

“No Autumn Spiked punch though?”

“No.”

Jim sighed again and sipped his tea. He watched as Spock pulled up a chair.

“You don’t have to sit with me.”

“In fact I do.”

Jim smiled. “Okay. But when I fall asleep, it’s okay to leave.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

Much later, Jim woke in the night to see Spock still sitting beside his bed. He sighed softly and went to sleep.  
     

Flash Fic, October 19, 2022

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Jim knew he had to be the adult here, but adulting was hard. At least in some circumstances.

He had never planned to have kids. He had decided long ago he’d make a terrible father. Sometimes he revisited that opinion but even still such a thing hadn’t been in his plans.

Being faced with Sam’s son, therefore, hadn’t ever even been something he considered. Sam had abandoned Jim long ago. Jim hadn’t even known there was a kid until he’d been notified after the end of the five-year-mission that Sam and his wife had been killed in a shuttle crash on some planet called Deneva.      

Their son, Peter, now seven years old, was living with Jim’s mom.

Jim approached the boy as he sat on the back porch of the Kirk’s farmhouse. It was late October, but at the moment it was still relatively light outside.

Jim carried a largish pumpkin with him.

“Hey.”

Peter glanced at him but did not smile or greet him in return. He was seated on the bottom step of the porch.

Jim sat down beside him. It wasn’t as easy as it used to be.

“I brought a pumpkin. Thought you might like to help me carve it.”

“Okay.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, though. It’s just Spock’s going to carve one and we’re going to have a contest as to whose looks the best.” Jim sighed. “He’ll probably cream me without your help.”

Peter looked at him. “You don’t wanna carve it with him?”

Jim smiled. “Too much competitiveness between us. I mean, sure, he’s my husband, but he likes to prove he’s better than me.”

“Seems illogical.”

“Sure does. And if you don’t help me, I’ll be stuck with your grandma and she’s the world’s worst pumpkin carver.” He gently ruffled Peter’s hair. “We can have hot apple cider while we do it. And cookies.”

Peter looked like he was thinking about it and then he nodded. “Okay, sure.”

Jim patted his leg and stood. “Grab that pumpkin and let’s go.”

His nephew had lost both of his parents and was devastated. Jim knew. It wasn’t much, Jim guessed, but a bit of progress with Peter was better than nothing. He put his hand on the kid’s shoulder and smiled as they entered the house.    

Flash Fic, October 17, 2022

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“What candy should we get?”

Spock paused from peering into his shopping cart to make sure Vanik hadn’t added extra items he didn’t think were necessary to flick a glance at his nephew.

The little pest, to use Jim’s affectionate nickname for him, had insisted on going to the market with Spock as he prepared to select things for their Halloween movie night. Jim had decided the task of shopping should be left to Spock.

Jim had an important simulation test coming up he was preparing for and Jim had given Spock his best captain look, even though he was not yet one, and Spock had decided it was wise not to argue.

As he was departing for the shopping trip, Vanik had arrived to visit and Jim sent Spock’s nephew off with him. Somewhat gleefully, Spock noticed.

“Candy?”

“It’s going to be Halloween,” Vanik replied. “Jim has a sweet tooth.”

Spock stared at him. “Jim does.”

It wasn’t entirely a lie, Spock conceded. Jim was fond of certain sweets and candy was among them. But he also knew no one could beat Vanik for his love of all things sweet.

“And me. Hell hath no fury like a man whose mate forgot his candy,” Vanik made up on the spot.

Spock sighed. The pest wasn’t wrong. And he absolutely hated displeasing Jim. Likely other Vulcans would call him an illogical sap, but there it was.

“What do you recommend?” Spock asked as he wheeled his cart toward the Halloween candy display.

“He likes peanut butter cups.”

“True.”  Spock selected two bags while Vanik nodded his approval.

“And the nougat with the peanuts.”

Vanik’s favorite.

Spock picked up a bag and then added a second when Vanik gave him puppy dog eyes.

“Gummy worms?”

Spock nodded and added them and sweetarts as he knew Jim liked those too. “That is most certainly enough.”

“All right! Time to check out.”

And Vanik ran ahead. Spock wasn’t sure he ever had that much energy. But he followed after him, wondering how early he could get Vanik to go home. He wanted to spend some private time with his mate.    

Flash Fic, October 14, 2022

The last two years I did a werewolf story. This one is related to a October 2020 one. I was told the link I added didn’t work so I have removed it. Sorry, there’s simply no way to refer back to it unless I copy and paste the entire fic from 2020 here.

“Remember when you were a werewolf?”

Jim stopped and stared at him, tamping down his nervousness. “What?” He laughed. “A werewolf?”

“For Halloween,” Bones said, giving him a funny look.

Jim noticed then that they had stopped in front of a Halloween costume store.

“I believe,” said Spock. “The accepted term is wolf shapeshifter.”

Bones rolled his eyes. “Right. Anyway, you looked cool.”

Spock frowned at Jim. “I do not remember you dressing in this manner.”

“Er, yeah. It was, um, before, Spock. Before we met.”

Spock nodded his understanding. “I do recall the first time we met I saw a wild dog in the park.”

“Right. You thought you saw a dog. I remember.”

“I did see a dog,” Spock corrected. “Or a wolf.”

Jim smiled. “Anyway, that costume party was before that. Don’t know why Bones remembered it now.”

Bones looked at him, shrugged. “I guess because they’re having another party this year and we’re standing by a costume store. You going?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. Depends on Spock, I guess.”

“I do not generally go in for such frivolities.”

“What a surprise,” Bones muttered.

Jim just laughed. “Anyway, if I do go it won’t be as a wolf. Last time I had a heck of a time getting rid of the flees.”

He kept walking as his friends stared after him. He laughed once more and they caught up.

Flash Fic, October 12, 2022

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“No. Come on. No.”

Spock did not move from his position in front of the building with the Cat Rescue. On the window was a picture of a super cute black cat that declared, Needs a Good Home.

Jim had known it was a mistake to walk this way with his husband. But it was the shorter route and with the cold wind he had been, admittedly, in a hurry to make it home.

“Spock, we already have four cats. In that tiny apartment.”

“It is two bedrooms. The cats have their own bedroom.”

Jim sighed. “I know but—”

“We have a good home. The cat will have friends.”

“You aren’t going to let this go, are you?”

Spock arched a brow.

“I thought so.” He moved toward the handle of the door. “Let’s go get another cat.”

Flash Fic, October 10, 2022

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Jim Kirk stopped before the sign attached to an auditorium on the Academy’s campus.

“Pie contest,” he read.

His best friend, Leonard “Bones” McCoy finally caught up to him as Jim read the words out loud. Bones had been lagging behind per usual.

“Ooh. I could do a pie eating contest.” He patted his belly. “Now that’s the kind of Harvest fun I can get onboard with. None of this other stuff like a carnival. Do you know how dangerous those old rickety rides are?”

Jim smiled. “Not a pie eating contest, Bones. A pie baking contest.”

“Baking? Oh forget it.”

He shook his head and laughed. “My mom used to make a mean pecan pie.”

“Mean, huh? Did it bite you? Forget it. You don’t want to enter. Maybe we could sign up to be judges.”

“What qualifications do you have to judge pies, Bones?”

He patted his stomach again. “I know how to ‘em. What other qualifications do I have to have?”

“Well—”

“There you are, Jim.” Spock came up behind them, hands clenched behind his back. “Doctor.”

“Spock,” Bones returned.

“I hope you were not waiting long,” Spock said.

“No, just got here. Was thinking about the pie contest. Bones wants to judge.”

“I believe I heard they had all the judges they required.”

Jim smiled. “Spock’s on the Harvest planning committee.”

“Reluctantly.” He eyed Bones. “I believe they are still looking for volunteers for the dunking booth at the carnival.”

“Harty har har. No thanks.”

“Also someone to dress up as a clown in the funhouse.”

Jim grinned as they started walking. “You’d make a good scary clown, Bones.”

His friend snorted. “I think I’ll stick to being a guest. All that greasy makeup messes with my beautiful skin.”

“Maybe I’ll be a clown.”

“You are a clown.”

Jim just laughed and caught up with Spock’s long strides, leaving Bones behind.

“Lunch?”

Spock’s lips quirked upward. “Indeed.”

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