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Flash Fic, March 28, 2025

The day was going pretty good, Jim thought, and he was in a good mood. He should have known, but in truth he was entirely gobsmacked when Uhura chased him down.

“Captain, is it true?”

“Is what true, Lieutenant?”

She grabbed his arm and brought him over to the side of the corridor.

Spock got married?”

His heart dropped into his stomach and it was all he could do to maintain composure. “Excuse me?”

“On New Vulcan. You didn’t hear?”

Spock had taken a leave on New Vulcan as he’d been informed Sarek was ill. He’d been gone just over three weeks and Jim had been expecting him to return to the Enterprise in a week.

“Got married,” he repeated faintly.

“Yes. To a Vulcan woman. At Sarek’s insistence I understand.” She huffed. “I thought he’d given that all up when he decided to stay with us but now—”

Just before Spock left, he’d kissed Jim for the first time. They’d kissed a lot before he left, with the promise of more to come.

“Where did you hear this?” Jim forced himself to ask. “Was it a reliable source?”

Uhura pursed her lips. “Very reliable.” She glanced away for a moment, then back to him. “I was monitoring communications to Starfleet, and the Federation, sir, and—”

“Wait. You were listening in on classified communications””

She looked embarrassed. “They weren’t exactly classified. I’d been wondering how it was going there since we hadn’t heard anything and I became concerned.” She lowered her voice. “I thought for sure that the two of you…”

He straightened. “That’s really none of your concern, Lieutenant.”

“Maybe. But you’re my friends, my family and…I don’t know what to think.”

Jim nodded. “All right. What exactly did you hear?”

“That Sarek wanted to officially report his son’s marriage.”

“And?”

She shook her head. “There was nothing else.”

“How do you know it was to a Vulcan woman?”

“Spock told me the council, which Sarek was now a member of, was still pressuring him about marrying a Vulcan and procreating to help the population. Sarek said he could remain on the Enterprise even after bonding as his Vulcan mate probably wouldn’t require him other than their appointed time.”

“Ponn Far.”

“Yes,” she agreed softly. “Spock wasn’t entirely sure he would experience it. We discussed it at length back when we…well, when we considered bonding.”

Through it all Jim wasn’t sure how he managed not to choke on his own heart break, but he found himself nodding again.

“I guess we wait for Spock to learn what happened.”

“Yes, sir. Captain…Jim…I’m…”

He patted her shoulder. “I’ll be okay, Nyota. Return to duty.”

“Yes, sir.”

And for the next week Jim did his best to forget about the whole thing. If Spock had gotten married, well, Jim would move on. He had no intention of maintaining a relationship with Spock, even if Spock only had to go to his wife during “his time”.

Jim made sure he wasn’t available when Spock returned to the Enterprise because he just couldn’t deal with it yet, but he should have known Spock would come straight to his quarters.

Jim sighed and called enter after the computer told him it was Spock.

He forced a smile. “Welcome back, Mister Spock. I hear congratulations are in order.”

Spock tilted his head. “Congratulations, Captain?”

“Yeah. You got married on New Vulcan? Uhura overhead something about reporting it to Starfleet.”

Spock shook his head.

“You didn’t get married to a Vulcan woman to produce babies?”

“I did not.” Spock took a few steps forward. “Jim, it was my belief we are engaged in a romantic relationship of our own. Albeit only just started when I left.”

“Well…yeah.”

“Why would I then marry someone else?”

Jim was starting to feel a lot better but he was still confused. “But what did Uhura overhear then?”

Spock seemed thoughtful and then he took Jim’s hand. “I believe Nyota might have overheard my father speaking about Sybok.”

“Who?”

“My half-brother. He survived the destruction of Vulcan and though my father was estranged with him, we cannot afford such estrangements. Sybok bonded with a Vulcan woman while we were both there to see my father during his illness.”

Jim blew out a relieved breath. “Oh. Well. Oh. How is your dad?”

“He is recovering.”

“I’m glad to hear. And sorry I jumped to conclusions.”

Spock pulled him into an embrace and Jim relaxed against him. “I missed you.”

Jim smiled. “Yeah? I missed you too.”

Spock pulled back and looked into Jim’s eyes. “I did not get married on New Vulcan. However, perhaps it is time I told you about T’hy’la.”

“T’hy’la?”

“You might wish to sit down.”  

Flash Fic, August 30, 2023

And the conclusion (the full fic coming soon to AO3)

“I can hardly believe we’re actually married.”

Spock came to stand behind his new husband and he wrapped his arms around Jim’s middle, drawing him back against him.

Jim had been standing next to a floor to ceiling window in Jim’s temporary apartment.

“You are exhausted, T’hy’la.”

“Been a very long day.”

Spock tightened his hold. “Some would say we moved too fast.”

Jim shook his head and turned in Spock’s arms. He kissed Spock’s jaw which made him shiver. He wanted to take Jim to bed but the dark circles under Jim’s eyes gave him pause.

“We know what we know,” Jim answered him. “And we know we want to spend our lives together. If we waited six months or even a year, that wouldn’t change.”

“Agreed.”

Suddenly the terminal in Jim’s living room alerted them to an incoming message.

Jim slipped out of Spock’s arms to go to the desk.

“Crap, it’s Mom. She must have heard.”

He sighed as Spock came forward to join him. A moment later Winona Kirk’s stern looking face appeared.

“James Tiberius Kirk, did you just get married without your Mama?”

“Er.”

“I take it that’s a yes.”

“It was, uh, spur of the moment. This is Spock. He’s my husband.”

Winona Kirk scoffed. “I know who he is. Now my son-in-law. Spock.”

“Madam.”

“I can’t believe you got married on Yorktown. Hideous place.” She wrinkled her nose. “When does the Enterprise go out?”

“Uh.” Jim glanced at Spock.

“Three months, six days, twenty-two hours and—”

“Plenty of time to come here for a real wedding.”

There? Mom, that’s Riverside.”

“Don’t you think I know where I live? You can do it. You and Spock are coming here. We’ll have a ceremony and a reception.”

“We already had—”

She narrowed her eyes. “Was Spock’s father there?”

“No,” Jim admitted.

“Shameful. I’ll contact him and he can come to your Riverside wedding. And you know, I’ve been in contact with your brother so—”

Sam? Mom, come on.”

“I’ll contact you with the details. You contact Starfleet to arrange to be here. Kirk out.”

Jim stared at the now blank screen.

Spock stared with him.

“What just happened?” Jim whispered.

“I do not know.”

Another alert.

Incoming transmission from Ambassador Sarek.

“Well hell.”

Spock smirked in some amusement. “And so it begins.

The End

And that’s a wrap for August

Flash Fic, August 28, 2023

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“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Jim declared.

Spock arched a brow. “It was your idea.”

“I know, but…you aren’t having second thoughts, are you?” And the idea that Spock might be made Jim suddenly queasy.

“Not even one. It is my desire, my dream, to spend the rest of our lives together.”

Jim, eyes shining, kissed him.

“All right, all right, save that for after the ceremony!”

Jim released Spock, laughed, and turned to Bones. “Glad you could make it.”

“Make it? Wouldn’t miss this for the world. You two are a couple of idiots, but it’s about time you realized you’re better as idiots together.”

Spock frowned. “That is nonsensical and illogical.”

At that moment, Commodore Paris arrived in the conference room to perform the ceremony. She smiled widely.

“Welcome all to the wedding ceremony of Captain James T. Kirk and Commander Spock. It’s an honor to officiate. Gentlemen, are you ready? Have you got everyone here that you want to witness?”

Jim glanced at the door of the conference room to see Sulu, Chekov, Jaylah, Scotty, and Uhura arriving.

He smiled. “Yeah I think that’s everyone.”

Uhura came over to Spock and hugged him. “I can’t believe you’re going to do it.”

“It is what I want,” Spock said simply.

“I know.” She smiled at Jim. ”Congratulations, Captain.”

“Thank you, Nyota.”

“Places everyone,” Commodore Paris said.

Jim and Spock moved to the front of the conference room and stood in front of the Commodore.

The words were a blur to Jim, as he couldn’t take his eyes off Spock, or stop thinking that when all of this was said and done, Spock would be his husband.

“Jim, do you take Spock to be your husband?”

“Oh yeah.”

Everyone laughed and even Spock’s lips twitched.

“And Spock, do you take Jim to be your husband?”

“I do.”

“By the power designated to me by the United Federation of Planets, I pronounce you husbands. You may kiss.”

“You bet I will.” Jim fisted Spock’s dress uniform tunic and pulled him close, sealing their union with a passionate kiss.

Flash Fic, August 24, 2023

Two more parts after this and we will call this done (August 28 and 30)

Jim woke with a heavy Vulcan arm wrapped tightly around him as though keeping Jim save from would-be captain-nappers. It was cute if mildly causing him some claustrophobia issues.

Though Jim still lay in bed, he suspected once he rose, he’d have a spring in his step. Yeah, okay maybe it was not the time for cliches, but yes, he was happy.

Just then Spock’s lid lifted and he was suddenly staring right at Jim.

Jim smiled. “Morning.”

“Is it already?”

“Yep. We wore each other out. I don’t think anyone is coming in here.”

The brows furrowed between Spock’s eyes.

Jim’s smile widened. “No one is going to steal me.”

After a moment the confusion cleared and Spock relaxed his arm and then lifted it off Jim.

“Are you certain?” Spock asked with a raised row. “Ensign Martin wished to do so.”

“She never stood a chance.”

“No?” Spock looked uncertain and hopeful all at once.

“I don’t really know how you didn’t know.”

“Know what?”

Jim half-smiled. “That I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”

Spock leaned in to kiss him, eyes shining. “I know now. And you know it is the same for me.”

“Mmm hmm. Breakfast?”

“Later.”

And once more Jim found himself learning just how much Spock wanted and loved him.

Flash Fic, August 21, 2023

Jim pulled back from Spock, shining.

“Then I can assume I had not miscalculated.”

Jim shrugged. “Well my granny had a saying about assuming—”

Jim.”

He laughed breathlessly and found himself feeling a little manic with joy. He put his hands on Spock’s forearms.

“We’re in a way too public place. Why don’t we find a more clandestine place to be?”

“Clandestine,” Spock repeated.

“It’s a great word.” He felt almost drunk, though he’d had nothing at all to drink.

“I’d prefer privacy, yes,” Spock said, rather primly.

Jim grabbed Spock’s hand and led him away from the bridge and the water feature. He couldn’t help but think it was pretty lucky their apartment building wasn’t all that far away.

They reached the building in no time and only had to ride the glass lift that was situated on the outside of building to allow for spectacular views of the station with two or three others. Jim made sure to stand close to Spock so no one could stick themselves between them where they’d clearly not be wanted. Spock stared straight ahead.

Unfortunately, one of the riders recognized Jim and decided to strike up a conversation.

“Captain Kirk, it’s nice to see you, sir.” At Jim’s blank look the female officer straightened. “I work for Commodore Paris.”

“Oh.” Jim nodded and smiled politely. “Ensign Martin.”

Her countenance brightened. “Yes that’s right. Elaine Martin. Perhaps you’d like to join me for drinks in the lobby in about an hour?” There was hope in her voice.

Jim glanced briefly at Spock who was clearly pretending not to pay any attention.

“Unfortunately, I won’t be able to. Commander Spock and I have a very important meeting to attend that’s going to take up the rest of the evening.” The lift door opened. “And this is our floor. Have a nice night.”

And Jim dragged Spock out with them as the door closed in Ensign Martin’s disappointed face.

Spock arched a brow. “You are popular as ever.”

Jim merely snorted in response, stopped at his apartment door, scanned for entry, and barely kicked the door closed before he jumped on Spock and started kissing him.

Flash Fic, August 18, 2023

“How did you find me?”

Spock was somewhat hesitant to answer Jim’s question.

He’d come across Jim that night standing alone by a water function near one of the bridge’s on Yorktown. He’d appeared pensive.

Spock didn’t want to lie. Or even attempt to avoid lying by deflecting the question.

“I have been monitoring your life signs.”

Jim turned away from leaning over the railing to eye Spock. “You have? Since when?”

“The night you were mugged. I put a tracking device on your communicator that allowed me to track your vitals.”

“Sounds almost like you are stalking me.”

“Captain—”

Jim waved that away. “I’m only half-kidding. I know you’re not really a stalker. But why such precautions? We’re on Yorktown. Don’t you think I’m pretty safe here.”

Spock arched a brow. “May I remind you that you were mugged.”

He laughed at that. “Well, yeah. Can’t argue with that.”

Spock moved to stand beside Jim and searched the area to see what prompted Jim to come there.

“Were you meeting someone here?”

Jim smiled and shook his head. “Did you need me for ship’s business?”

“No.”

“Then?”

This was where it could get uncomfortable.

“I wished to spend time with you,” Spock admitted, carefully.

“Me?” Jim’s look was quizzical. As though he couldn’t imagine in a million years what Spock was talking about.

“Yes…I…I’m really not sure how to explain.”

“Try me.”

“Part of the reason my relationship ended with Nyota is because I had an interest of a romantic nature in someone else.” Spock paused. “I believe I did mention it.”

The captain frowned and leaned back against the railing. “Did you? I must have missed that.”

“Apparently. And now perhaps it should occur to me you missed it deliberately.”

“Meaning?”

“I had hoped there was a shared interest between us but if I have miscalculated—”

Spock found himself shutting up due to Jim’s mouth suddenly on his.

He found he did not mind.

Flash Fic, August 16, 2023

Spock was a little surprised when Doctor McCoy had shown up at his apartment door along with the captain, though he supposed he shouldn’t be. In the years they’d all been acquainted, McCoy was usually around when Jim was.

In the early days, Spock had a hypothesis that they were more than friends, or at least the doctor had wanted to be, but that was early on and Spock no longer believed there was anything between them but a brotherly bond.

Still Jim hadn’t mentioned inviting McCoy to breakfast the night before when Spock had been tending to Jim’s wounds.

Although that had been unexpected and rather mildly annoying, what was more alarming was the cool look Jim had given them as Spock stepped out of his apartment to join them for breakfast.

“Morning,” Jim said, without any trace of warmth.

In the beginning of their contentious relationship, Spock had been somewhat used to cool looks from his captain. He’d found Jim rather moody.

But as they became friends, he got many more smiles and laughter.

Until right before Krall, that was. Something had changed between them then and Spock never really knew what it was.

It was then he had made the decision to leave for New Vulcan.

All that had changed again though and he was staying. Things had begun to look up for them again, including as recently as last night, and yet this morning cold Jim was back.

“Where are we going for breakfast?” Spock made himself ask. He had very little appetite now.

“The Yorktown base cafeteria works for me, if does you two.” Jim eyed him. “It’s got plenty of vegetarian choices.”

Since they were hardly going to have a private table for two now with McCoy along where they ate really didn’t matter so Spock agreed.

Since it was cafeteria, it was serve yourself, and when Spock had selected oatmeal with raisins, he made his way to a table where Jim had already sat himself.

The captain had a cup of coffee and a cinnamon streusel muffin.

“Is that all your are going to eat?”

Jim nodded. “All I feel like this morning.”

“Are you suffering any ill effects from last night?”

“Nah, I’ve been beaten worse. By your girlfriend’s thug defenders for instance.” Jim smiled at him this time but there was hard steel behind it.

McCoy chose that moment to slam his tray of food down before plopping down in a chair. “I’m pretty sure these scrambled eggs have been under a heat lamp for three days.”

Jim snorted and took a sip of his coffee.

McCoy looked at Spock. “You and Uhura reconcile again?”

Spock frowned and shook his head. “Negative. My romantic relationship with Nyota will not continue. Why do you ask?”

“She was there this morning in your apartment.” McCoy shrugged.

“For ship business concerning the roster of the Enterprise when we depart Yorktown.” Spock glanced at the captain. “There have been some that have chosen not to continue.”

Jim nodded, but Spock could not help but notice Jim’s eyes appeared suddenly warmer. “I figured that. Altamid was pretty traumatic for a lot of the crew.”

“Yes,” Spock agreed, then turned back to McCoy. “Not only do Nyota and I still serve under the captain onboard the Enterprise, but we also remain on good terms.”

McCoy smirked. “Good to know. Isn’t it, Jim?”

Jim shook his head but he smiled. “Speaking of ship’s business, we really need to get together with Scotty and discuss—”

Flash Fic, August 11, 2023

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Jim was coming out of his apartment when Bones appeared.

“What the hell happened to you?”

Jim fingered his jaw tentatively. “I got mugged.”

“You what?”

“Mugged. You know where someone jumps you and steals your valuables.”

Bones stared at him. “Someone mugged you? The Great Captain Kirk?”

Jim grinned. “Thanks for that vote for my new title, by the way, Yeah, I mean it happened after I attempted to pick up an Orion—”

“Stop right there.” Bones held up his hands. “Why didn’t you contact me? You’ve just barely gotten rid of that shiner Edison gave you.”

He winced. “I know. Anyway, I didn’t need to contact you. Spock took care of it.”

Bones leaned against Jim’s closed door and nodded. “Right. I’d forgotten with everything going on lately that Spock got his medical degree.”

Jim laughed. “You’re hilarious. He just happened to see me in the hallway as I was staggering home. Anyway, it wasn’t much of anything a shower and some sleep didn’t take care of. And this morning coffee and a big breakfast. I was just about to go to Spock’s door. You want to join us?”

Bones straightened and patted his stomach. “I am pretty hungry.”

They walked down the short hallway and Jim rose his fist to knock on Spock’s door and very nearly slugged Uhura in the nose.

“Oh. Hi, Captain. Doctor.”

The smile slipped from Jim’s face but he did his best to hide that. He cleared his throat. “Spock’s going to breakfast with me.”

Uhura nodded. “Spock?” The captain’s here. Doctor McCoy too.” She smoothed her hands over her uniform dress and stepped past them. “Have a good day.”

Jim watched her until she was gone. “Thought they broke up,” Jim muttered.

“Looks like it’s back on,” Bones said so cheerfully, Jim wanted to punch him in the face.

It was, of course, absolutely none of his business.

And as Spock appeared in the doorway, he plastered on his most fake smile.  

Flash Fic, August 08, 2023

And we still continue…

It was hard to be quiet and not make a spectacle of yourself when you can even stand upright, Jim reflected as he slumped against the wall directly next to his apartment door.

A temporary apartment Jim hoped he’d be able to abandon in the six months they’d claimed it would take for them to rebuild the Enterprise on Yorktown. It was an all right place, Yorktown, but he was glad now he wouldn’t be staying there.

The door to an apartment opened suddenly down the hallway and Jim knew who it would be even before he heard the exclamation, “Captain!”

A moment later, strong Vulcan arms were propping him upright.

Jim managed a grimacing smile through his cracked lip and bloody teeth. “Hiya, Spock.”

“You are injured! What has happened?” Spock’s nostrils flared. “Orion pheromones.”

“Yeah, sorta. Can you help me inside?”

Spock didn’t hesitate, of course, and a moment later the door was opened and Jim was deposited on the couch while Spock went to fetch a first aid kit.

And then Spock was knelt down in front of Jim, using a wet cloth to gently wipe the blood from around Jim’s mouth.

“You were assaulted?”

Jim nodded.

“Did you summon the authorities?”

“No. She was long gone.”

“She,” Spock repeated with inflection.

“An Orion female I spotted at the bar. She reminded me of Gaila. You remember her?”

“Yes.”

Jim shook his head. “I guess I’m out of practice.”

“I do not understand.”

“For one-night stands. That was my intention, but hers was to rob me.”

“She inflicted this damage?”

“Nah, her co-conspirator.” Jim winced as Spock made him open his mouth for him to swab some of the blood. “Gross. Give me a moment to rinse, will you?”

Spock produced a bowl and an antiseptic mouth wash. “Already thought of that.”

Jim almost protested and said he’d go into the bathroom, but it wasn’t like he had a ton of dignity here at this point. He took the mouthwash, took a big gulp, swished it around and then spit it into the bowl. The blue mouthwash was tinged with pink from the blood.

“Did you lose a tooth?” Spock asked, setting the bowl aside.

“No, thankfully. He punched me a few times, they grabbed my credits and ran off. I stumbled here and you know the rest.”

“You should have reported the crime.”

“Maybe, but I’m pretty embarrassed. I’m off my game, that’s for sure.” He sighed. “And a little woozy from the pheromones.”

“You are fortunate she did not take you to some location where after she had her way with you she and her cohort murdered you.”

“It was just a petty crime, Spock.”

Spock nodded. “As I said, you are fortunate. I suggest you now get out of those clothes and into a shower. Then bed to sleep it off.”

Jim smiled faintly. “That’s exactly my intention.” He rose from the couch and swayed a bit.

“Do you need assistance?” Spock asked after steadying him.

“Nah, I got this. The worst of it’s over.” Jim searched his eyes. “I saw Uhura at the bar with a friend.”

“I see.”

“Does that bother you? I mean, I don’t know if it was a date or anything, but…it might bother you.”

“I have made peace with the end of the relationship, Jim. As I indicated before I am not suffering from heartache.”

“Okay. Good. Thanks for the help, Spock. See you tomorrow? Maybe we can have breakfast.”

“I am amenable. Goodnight, Captain.”

“Night.”   

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