Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Tag: October Flashes

  • Flash Fic, October 28, 2024

    Continuing

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    “What’s on your mind Spock?” Nyota asked him as she sipped her soda across from him while they met for dinner. “You seem particularly lost in thought.”

    “I believe it is possible I made an error in judgement.”

    She looked surprised. “You? How?”

    “Tonight was a Halloween Costume Party and Jim is attending with his friend Leonard McCoy. I did not wish to go.”

    She nodded. “Was he upset?”

    “Not at all. It was his suggestion from the beginning that I would not need to attend. But now I am questioning whether I made the correct choice.”

    Nyota shrugged. “I admire him for giving you that out. That was good. He recognized that it wasn’t what you would enjoy doing and told you it was all right not to attend.”

    “Indeed,” Spock agreed. “But in relationships is it not normal to often have to participate in something you prefer not to do in order to support or spend time with the other?”

    “Oh certainly. But it sounds like Jim didn’t mind.”

    “What would you have done?”

    She remained silent for a few seconds, then sighed. “We are not the same person, Spock. And Vulcans are different from Humans.”

    “You would have gone.”

    “I would have. But that doesn’t mean you should have. Like I said, I give him props for recognizing it was something you wouldn’t feel comfortable doing. He went with a friend. I don’t think you did anything wrong and neither should you. If you want, you can contact him and offer to see him after the party is over. But, honestly, Spock, you’re fine.”

    Spock decided after dinner to contact Jim to see him after as Nyota had suggested. He found himself quite relieved when Jim picked up his communication device nearly right away.

    “Hey Spock!”

    Spock could hear a lot of noise in the background.

    “You are having a good time?”

    “Hm? Well. It’s okay. What’s up?”

    “I was wondering, if after the party, you would wish to see me. Perhaps come to my apartment? However, if you are too tired or having too good of a time—”

    “No, that sounds good actually,” Jim said quickly. “I think Bones and I are ready to get out of here anyway. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you soon.”

    “Spock out.”

  • Flash Fic, October 24, 2024

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    They were leaving the hall where they’d just had another chess match, Jim won again, but admittedly he used certain methods to distract Spock, when Jim saw the sign outside.

    He stopped to read all about a Halloween Party the club planned to host.

    “You are not interested in such frivolities, are you?” Spock asked, sounding somewhat, amusedly so, alarmed.  

    Jim laughed. “You bet I am.” He eyed Spock. “Not you though huh?”

    “I have no particular desire to pretend to be something I am not.” Spock paused. “But you enjoy that experience?”

    “Yep. I love a fantasy life. Life’s far too short not to have fun with it. I’m going.” Jim shook his head. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to come.”

    “No?”

    “Look, I’m not the clingy type who has to drag his boyfriend along everywhere he goes.” Jim paused as he considered his words. He turned a little red. “You know, if-if that’s an appropriate word to use.”

    “Boyfriend?”

    “Yeah. I mean so far we haven’t really labeled it. Us. So.” He shrugged.

    “I think it is an appropriate designation.”

    Jim smiled. “Okay then. So anyway, I’ll get Bones to go with me. That way you won’t feel obligated.”

    “If you are sure.”

    “Very. Bones will love it.”

    They began walking again, leaving the sign behind.

    Spock glanced his way. “What will you dress up as?”

    “Hmm. A Harem girl?” He laughed at Spock’s expression. “Kdding. A Werewolf, I think.”

    “A fictional monster vulnerable to a silver bullet.”

    “That’s the one. I’ll try to avoid any of those.”

    Spock nodded. “If that is the sort of event you look forward to, then I am happy you are able to attend.”

    Jim laughed again. “Uh-huh. That’s a sort of weird, backhanded attempt at being supportive.”

    “Jim—”

    “Hey, I’m joking. Not everything has to be so serious, Spock.”

    Spock pursed his lips, but he nodded. “Do try to stay out of trouble.”

    “I’m an exemplary citizen. I never get into trouble.”

    Spock arched a brow, but provided no further comment.   

  • Flash Fic, October 15, 2024

    Thanks again for all your thoughts. Looks like I’m sticking around after all

    Tried to find a still of Ryder/Cross as Spock’s parents but the only one I could find was the having baby Spock scene though I know there was a cut scene where they argued. Sigh. . It’s amazing what opportunities JJ missed with this but of course that’s what you get for having someone unfamiliar with the franchise/fandom making your movies. Anyway, here’s her by herself because of it

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    Spock was mildly surprised not to find his parents in his apartment anyway as he walked out to the living room area after dressing. Had it been only his father, he could see Sarek barging in. Only his mother seemed to be able to rein him in.

    He went to the door and opened it to reveal his calm looking parents.

    “Good Morning.”

    Mother smiled warmly. “Hello Spock. May we come in?”

    He stepped aside to allow them entrance.

    “I do apologize for not contacting you prior to coming over. It was quite thoughtless of us.”

    Sarek sniffed. “It does not seem unusual to be in the area and wish to have breakfast with our son.”

    “Of course not, dear. But we should have contacted Spock on the way.”

    “Apology accepted,” Spock replied. “Tea, Mother?”

    “Yes, thank you. Sarek, dear, put the breakfast packages there in the kitchen. We’ll reheat the food when Jim comes out.”

    “It is fortunate your mother selected so much food,” Sarek murmured.

    Spock ignored his father and went into the kitchen after him to begin preparing coffee for Jim and tea for his mother and father.

    “It would seem that your acquaintance with James Kirk has progressed quite a bit,” Sarel said then.

    “Sarek!”

    “I say this as an observation,” her husband insisted. “Not as a judgment.”

    Spock merely shrugged though he was not certain he could deny that his father’s words were true.

    Only a moment later, Jim appeared, fully dressed, hair damp from the shower.

    “Good morning,” Jim called. “Sorry about the door in the face thing.”

    Mother shook her head. “You owe us no apology, Jim. I am sure you didn’t expect to find us pounding on Spock’s door this morning.”

    “Hardly pounding,” Sarek muttered.

    She shot him a look. “But at least we brought breakfast to, perhaps, make up for our faux pas. And I believe Spock has your coffee ready.”

    “I do.” Spock handed Jim the cup of coffee made just the way he’d learned Jim liked it.

    Jim smiled. “Thanks.”

    “Wonderful,” Mother said, her eyes twinkling. “Now Sarek will heat the breakfast and we’ll all sit down to eat.”

    Sarek opened his mouth, Spock was sure to protest. But one look from his wide and he said, “Yes, Amanda.”

    She took Jim’s arm. “You’ll sit by me, Jim. We Humans must stick together, don’t you think?”

    Jim laughed. He seemed to relax for which Spock was grateful. He suspected he should send his mother a big box of her favorite chocolates.

    “Yes, I think so, ma’am.”

    “Amanda, dear.”

    “Amanda.”

    She drew Jim to Spock’s dining room table and they sat down, beginning to converse like old friends.

  • Flash Fic, October 11, 2024

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    Jim woke to the sound of knocking. He stared up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to get his bearings. Distantly he heard the shower running and realized Spock had risen and went to shower.

    He blinked, about to doze off again thinking he must have been dreaming. Then he heard the knocking again.

    With a frown, Jim sat up, swung his legs out of bed and stood.

    “Hey Spock? I think there’s someone at the door.”

    But Spock didn’t respond.

    Jim looked around for his clothes but couldn’t immediately find them, so he picked up a discarded bathrobe of Spock’s and left the bedroom to go to the door.

    He had just finished tying it around his waist when he opened the apartment door.

    Standing there looking as shell-shocked as him were Spock’s parents.

    “Uh.” Jim shut the door in their faces. “Shit, shit, shit.”

    He hurried back to the bedroom and over to the bathroom door. Fortunately it was unlocked and he burst through it.

    “Spock! Spock!”

    “Jim?” The shower curtain moved and Spock’s head appeared.  “What is wrong?”

    “Gad, your-your parents are here.”

    “They are here?” Spock turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, reaching for a towel.

    “Yes. And, uh.” Jim ran his hand through his hair. “I think, I mean, I just…”

    “Jim, calm down. I am certain they are all right. My mother is likely making tea in the kitchen as we speak. Tell them I will be right out.”

    “I sort of closed the door in their faces.”

    “You…”

    “I know. I panicked. I’m not dressed. My hair is messed and—”

    Spock gazed at him. “And you have what I believe you would call hickeys just below your neck on your chest.”

    “Shit.”

    “I suggest you get in the shower,” Spock told him. “I will dress quickly and let them in.”

    “Are you sure?”

    Spock nodded and gently pushed him toward the shower. “I will make you coffee.”

    “I’m going to need it.”      

  • Flash Fic, October 10, 2024

    And they are back

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     When Spock opened the door to Jim’s knock it was to see that the cadet carried two big paper bags. To his surprise, though also pleasure, Jim greeted him with a smile and a kiss.

    “What have you got?” Spock asked, closing the door.

    “Since I was running a little late, I stopped by that bakery on the corner. They make the best toasted cheese bread. Plus I got some pastries. And some Vulcan specialties for you. Thought maybe we could have them for dinner or whatever.”

    Spock nodded. “That sounds good. I must admit I missed you staying over last night.”

    “Yeah? I missed it too. How’d your field trip go?”

    “It was informative.” Spock was not sure how to go about asking what he wanted to ask of Jim. He had no real experience with formal serious relationships and as a Vulcan he struggled with being logical while also expressing his needs.

    But as it happened, Jim gave him an opening by saying, “What?”

    “I would like to request you stay with me tonight if that is possible and acceptable.”

    Jim smiled and jiggled one of the paper bags. “One bag is the bakery stuff and this is my stuff. A change of clothes and pajamas.”

    Spock’s lips twitched. “You might not need the pajamas.”

    Jim laughed outright. “Yeah, probably not. But if the apartment catches fire in the middle of the night and we have to evacuate, I’m going to want them.”

    “Quite true, though hopefully that will not be the case.”

    “Hey, can I ask you something?”

    “Of course.”

    “Does your friend Uhura not like me?”

    Spock blinked. “She has never said so. Why?”

    “Just…we met before in Riverside. Before I enlisted.”

    “She did mention that. Something about a bar brawl.”

    “Mm. Three against one I might add. But never mind that. She hasn’t said anything bad?”

    “She has not attempted to ‘warn me away’ if that is what you mean. No.”

    “Today when you came by to talk in the cafeteria she didn’t come over and Bones wondered.”

    “Doctor McCoy?”

    “Yeah.”

    Spock nodded. “We were on our way out of the cafeteria when I noticed you, so I told her I wanted a moment with you and she merely chose to wait by the door. It was nothing personally against you, Jim, I assure you.”

    Jim smiled again. “I didn’t think so, but thought I’d ask.”

    “And even if she had, while I value her opinion in most matters, I have already made up my own mind regarding you.”

    “Yeah?” Jim raised both eyebrows. “And what have you decided?”

    “Given I asked you to stay, I am certain you can logically deduce my meaning.”

    And he laughed again. Spock liked his laugh a lot.

    “I’m guessing since I accepted, you know what I have decided about you.”

    “Indeed.”

    “Can we eat now? I’m starving.”

    And though Spock did not laugh a lot, that did make him just a little.   

  • Flash Fic, October 02, 2024

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    Jim had just selected a plate of Salisbury steak and mashed potatoes at the Academy cafeteria and was headed to a table when Bones scooted up to him to join him.

    “Did you see that?”

    “See what?”

    Bone smirked. “Seems like Spock is back from his field trip. And he’s cozying up with Cadet Uhura.”

    Jim followed his gaze to see Spock indeed at a table in the cafeteria with Uhura seated beside them.

    He laughed. “So?”

    Jim found them a seat at a small table fairly close to the cafeteria line. After all he might be still hungry and want something more.

    As Bones sat across from him, took that opportunity to eyeball his friend’s plate to see what he’d selected for lunch. Generally Bones was one of those eat your veggies kind of guy, being a doctor after all, so Jim found he rarely picked food off the other man’s plate. Still he was curious.

    “At least you covered those vegetables in cheese sauce,” Jim commented. “It saved them.”

    “You should eat more veggies, young man,” Bones said, waving his fork at Jim.  “You’re not worried?”

    Jim cut off a piece of Salisbury steak. “About?”

    “Spock and Uhura. They look a bit cozy.”

    Jim laughed and shook his head. “Some people say that about us.”

    “What?”

    “You and me, Bonesy. That we look a little…close.”

    Bones pulled back and grimaced. “That’s gross.”

    “Hey!”

    “I don’t mean it like that. I mean you’re like my brother from another mother. I don’t think of you like that.”

    “Same. And that’s my point. What makes you think those two are any different?”

    “Well. I guess you have a point. And being a Vulcan I suppose he wouldn’t be wining and dining you and her at the same time. Or I don’t think so anyway.”

    “Not likely, yeah. I think they met at the chess club, too.”

    “She plays chess?”

    “Why wouldn’t she?”

    His friend shrugged. “Just thought that chess club was for dweebs like you and Spock.”

    Jim rolled his eyes.

    Bones chuckled. “What do you suppose her chess name is?”

    “TooStuckUp?” Jim joked. “I’m totally kidding. I only met her once, I don’t really know her.”

    “If she really is a close friend of Spock’s you’ll probably have to get to know her.”

    “True. And same with you and Spock.”

    “Grr.” Bones looked up. “Speak of the devil.”

    “Jim. Doctor.”

    Jim grinned. “Hiya! You’re back.”

    “Indeed. I arrived back from the excursion an hour ago. I was having lunch when I noticed you over here with Doctor McCoy. Do you have other courses for the day?”

    “Yep. One more after I finish here. You?”

    “I am done for the day but will be taking advisory appointments at my office for an hour. If you are available after your class, perhaps you might meet me at my apartment.”

    “Of course, I will. See you in a bit.”

    Spock nodded at Bones. “Doctor.”

    Bones scowled. “Professor.”

    Jim shook his head and smiled as Spock walked away, leaving the cafeteria with Uhura who had waited for him by the exit door.

    “Play nice.”

    “I’m always nice. Weird she didn’t come with him to say hi.”

    “Nah, I’m not bothered by it.”

    “Since when did you get so mellow?” Bones demanded.

    “I’m maturing.”

    “In a pig’s eye.”

  • October 2023 Continuing Story

    Jim was surprised to realize that he wanted to take Spock’s outstretched hand. So he came around the wood pile, stepped over the…creature or whatever he was lying on the ground…and placed his hand in Spock’s.

    He was even more surprised when Spock drew him near and embraced him, holding him close as though he were precious to Spock.

    Jim swallowed hard. “That’s not a Halloween costume that guy is wearing, is it?”

    “It is not. He is a Klingon.”

    Jim drew back to see Spock’s face, but he didn’t pull away entirely. “Klingon. This should all freak me out more, shouldn’t it?”

    “I believe you are getting your memories back, though slowly.”

    “Memories?”

    Spock shook his head. “It is difficult to explain.”

    “Try me.”

    Spock glanced down at the Klingon. “First we need to secure him before he revives. There is yet one more like him we will need to capture before we can depart.”

    Jim did move out of the embrace now. “I think I saw some rope in the barn there. Hang on.”

    “Be careful, Jim. We don’t know the location of this one’s companion.”

    Which of course made the butterflies in Jim’s stomach take flight, but he walked over to the door of the barn and threw it open.

    “You don’t happen to have a flashlight in your arsenal, do you?” Jim asked. “It’s pretty dark in here.”

    Spock put his hand on Jim’s arm. “Wait here. I’ll go in since I have a phaser.”

    “What if that guy wakes up?”

    “He will not. I will be out in a moment.”

    Jim watched Spock go inside the barn for the rope. He turned around and crouched down by the Klingon and spotted what looked like some kind of gun.

    He lifted it off the unconscious Klingon just as he heard the scuff of a footstep.  He raised the gun.

    “Hey, hey, hey. I’m on your side.” McCoy had his hands up. He had obviously come outside to see what was going on. “No hypospray, I promise. Put that disruptor down before you hurt someone. Namely me.”

    Jim looked at the weapon in his hand. “A disruptor, you say?”

    “Yeah. A Klingon weapon.”

    Jim straightened and stood but he didn’t put the disruptor down. He figured it might come in handy if the Klingon woke.

    “Where’s Spock?”

    “Getting some rope.” Jim eyed McCoy. ”You want to give me your story?”

    “Well.” McCoy crossed his arms over his chest and tapped the fingers of his one hand on the other arm. “I was on the bridge—”

    “The bridge?”

    “You are the captain of a starship.”

    Jim laughed. “A what?”

    “It’s complicated. Anyway, there was an incident on the bridge with another crew member and when I tried to medicate him there was a scuffle and it ended up being injected into you instead. You had a very bad reaction. You transported  yourself down to this planet—”

    “Earth?”

    “Not really. A version of past Earth accessed through this portal called Guardian of Forever. Basically you’re on the planet with that portal.” McCoy paused. “I think. Look, I don’t know the science of it or whatever. I just know you somehow got hit on the noggin after the shot and you’ve lost your marbles.”

    Jim sighed. “You’re giving me a headache, Bones.”

    McCoy whooped. “You just called me Bones!”

    “Huh?”

    “Your nickname for me.”

    Jim suddenly turned and looked toward the barn. “Spock’s been gone a long time looking for rope. I’m going in.”

  • October 2023 Continuing Story

    “That went well,” Leonard said, sarcastically.

    “Indeed. And I am quite finished doing things your way.”

    “I know you blame me for this and—”

    Spock shook his head. “Wherever the blame falls with regard to Jim’s circumstances is irrelevant. If we are not able to retrieve him so that the three of us can return to the Enterprise—”

    “We can’t leave Earth in 1980 with Klingons, Spock! That’s going to change history and not for the good.”

    Spock sighed. “I am well aware. For now, my task is to retrieve the captain before he does harm to himself or the Klingons do it. Stay here.”

    “But—”

    “In case Jim returns here. Try to contain your impulse to immediately stick him with a hypospray.”

    Spock walked out the back door to look for Jim.

    “Jim?”

    It was dark and difficult to see with the fog that had appeared in the yard.

    “Jim? It is Spock. Please come back. I will attempt to explain everything. You are not in danger from me.”

    Spock held his phaser, prepared to eliminate any threats to Jim.

    It was unfortunate that when Jim went through the portal of the Guardians of Forever, two Klingons followed directly after him. It had taken Spock and McCoy too long to discover exactly where in Earth’s history Jim ended up and then they realized Jim had no memory of his real life and was living this life of a Kirk ancestor.

    Now not only did Spock and McCoy have to help Jim rediscover his true identity so they could leave the portal to return to the Enterprise, but they also had to find a way to get the Klingons out as well.

    All because Jim had been injected with a drug that caused madness, temporary as it was supposed to be. It should not be surprising to Spock that Jim would have an extreme reaction.

    He turned a corner to go behind the house where Spock knew a path led to the barn in the back that housed some farming equipment.

    Spock spotted Jim crouched down behind a stack of firewood, clearly unaware of the Klingon Spock also saw approaching him.

    His heart immediately leapt from his side to his mouth. He didn’t call out for fear that would alert the Klingon to his presence who then might take the opportunity to use a weapon on Jim.

    Being as quiet as he could, Spock moved closer, as he feared from the distance he had been he wouldn’t get an accurate enough shot to dispatch the Klingon.

    Now close enough to take the shot, Spock wasted no time firing his phaser and felling the Klingon.

    Jim straightened and stood, eyes wide open to gawk first at Spock and the Klingon now lying face down on the ground.

    “Is he dead?” Jim asked in a whisper.

    “Stunned,” Spock replied. “However, he will need to be restrained for the duration of our time here.”

    He held out his hand toward Jim.

    “Please take my hand, T’hy’la.”

  • October 2023 Continuing Story

    With the beanie gone, Spock stood in front of Jim staring back at him.

    And yes, Jim was staring.

    He definitely had a full head of silky dark hair. The bowl cut style was a bit odd but to each their own, Jim thought.

    But the striking part was Spock had pointy ears. Like an elf or something. Of the fae folk his grandmother used to tell stories of. They looked real, too, not like a Halloween costume. Jim was tempted to reach out and tug at them just to be sure, but he dropped his hand just before he actually touched one.

    “I am sure you have questions.”

    Jim blew out his breath. He also had oddly shaped eyebrows. Sure he knew plenty of people who waxed or trimmed their unibrow but these were thinned and shaped in the extreme.

    “My questions have questions,” Jim admitted.

    “I am…Vulcan.”

    “Vulcan,” Jim repeated. “Is that east of Budapest?”

    “Definitely more North.”

    Jim considered this. “How far north?”

    Spock pointed up.

    “I don’t understand.”

    “Vulcan is another planet. It is not on Earth at all.”

    “Another planet? Like a Martian?”

    “No. Martians, if they existed, would be from Mars. Vulcans are from Vulcan.”

    “I see.” Jim didn’t see at all. And he wondered if this guy in front of him was as much of a whack job as he seemed.

    At that moment, Jim’s front door opened and in walked Leonard McCoy from the college.

    “Wait. What the hell are you doing here?” Jim took a step back.

    “Jim, do not be afraid. Doctor McCoy is here to help.”

    “Doctor? Help?” Jim backed up even more. “Are you two in cahoots?”

    McCoy made a face. “Cahoots isn’t quite the word. But Jim, we are working together. I’m your doctor and I need—”

    Jim laughed hysterically. “Doctor? My doctor? I don’t have a doctor, buddy.”

    “Jim, let us help you. You’re sick.”

    “Sick?”

    “Yes, something happened on the Enterprise and you got injured and it made you sick and you went through a portal. But I have the antidote if you’ll just let me—”

    And McCoy held up the needle Jim had seen before and he could see it was filled with some yellow substance Jim assumed he intended to inject in Jim.

    He shook his head frantically. “I don’t think so, pal.”

    Then Spock raised his hand outward toward Jim’s shoulder.

    :”Uh-uh.” Jim got his hand on the doorknob of the back door, twisted it open, and backed out of it, to make a break for it.

    “Jim! Wait! No! There are Klingons out there!”