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Ramblings About Requests

Believe it or not I get a lot of requests to write someone’s idea (less than I used to honestly). Many times I can do it. I definitely try and most times the results are decent.

But sometimes, I am glad I didn’t take on someone’s idea. I am going to keep this vague so not to offend anyone as much as possible.

Someone contacted me through comments quite a while back referring me to a link with their idea. It was very long and involved. It was for Spirk but there were many more involved elements including with characters I felt no affinity to, but I agreed to consider. This person was very complimentary about my abilities though I don’t remember a lot of prior interactions with them.

The more I read what they wanted though, the more I knew I could not do it. They wanted their idea written exactly as they saw it. And I am not that kind of writer. I have to be able to put my own spin on it. I gently tried to suggest they write it since that had such specifics. Basically they snapped that they couldn’t write and that’s why they wanted me to get it.

Eventually they did get another writer to agree to write some of their idea and this person did a pretty decent job considering what they wanted and that they didn’t like the same thing. The person requesting the idea didn’t kudo the work and though they claimed at first to like it had to come back a month later to say how disappointed they were that the writer didn’t write it exactly the way they wanted it to be done and the reasons they thought it should have been done differently. Their comment was quite offensive really. Frankly had I been the writer I would have deleted the whole thing. But wow, the whole thing left a really bad taste in my mouth so to speak for this demanding person and feeling super bad for the author who tried to do what this person wanted and for what?

What is this all for? Just to share I guess. If I do someone’s suggestion, I am happy to do so but it must be under my terms and I don’t mean to be rude about that. I love receiving suggestions. Keep them coming. Some of my best stories have been suggestions but man this other writer’s experience sucked and I am so glad I rejected doing this.

Twelve Days of Christmas

A prompt…

On the first day of Christmas…

Jim could not contain his mirth as he eyed the outfit Bones wore. “Oh. My God. Are you actually the partridge?” He fingered the outer part of Bones’ costume. “And this part is the tree?”’

“Shut up.” Partridge Bones shoved him. “What the hell are you, anyway?”

“Five Golden Rings. Duh.”

Jim wore a lightweight T-shirt with golden rings he’d cut out from gold lame material and then attached them to the T-Shirt. No way was he going to wear something as ridiculously extravagant as Bones’ Partridge in a Pear Tree getup.

Bones narrowed his eyes and grimaced as he snatched up a glass of Holiday Punch as an ensign with a tray passed by. “I only see four rings. Four, Jim.”

Jim frowned. “Hmm. Weird. I wonder where that fifth one went.” He turned around to look behind him.

“No, it’s not hanging from your ass. Damn, Jim. You can’t even get something that simple right.”

Jim grinned and shrugged.

“Oh hell. There’s Scotty and Uhura as Two Turtle Doves. I may throw up.”

He laughed. “It was her idea to do this in the first place.”

I know.  Where’s your lover boy?” Bones scowled. “Don’t tell me you let Spock get out of this because…”

“I didn’t! He’s over there piping or something.”

“Huh?”

“Eleven Pipers Piping. That’s what Spock is. Only he’s just one. Obviously.”

“One Spock is enough to handle,” Bones said dryly.

Jim smiled. “I don’t know. I’d be happy dealing with eleven Spocks.”

“Love really is blind.”

Chekov suddenly appeared, looking vaguely harangued.

“What’s wrong with you?” Bones asked.

“I have a pounding headache, Doktor. Hikaru will not stop Drumming Drumming.”

Bones rolled his eyes. “Go A’Leaping somewhere else, will ya?”

Chekov eyed Jim. “There are only four rings.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll find the other. Must have lost it.”

Chekov leaped off.

The two turtle doves walked up then and Jim had to admit he might join Bones in throwing up.

Across the rec room he saw Rand doing the ladies dancing thing. He shook his head.

“Captain, you’re missing a ring,” Uhura pointed out.

“Yeah, yeah. Tell me something I don’t know.”

At that moment, Jim’s own true love appeared by his side, dressed as a piper and holding a musical pipe thing. He looked a little more Pied Piper of Hamlin than a Christmas Piper, but whatever.

“Hi, honey,” Jim greeted him.

Spock arched a brow. “What happened to the fifth golden ring?”

“Oh for heaven’s sake,” Jim exclaimed. He patted himself up and down. “It’s gotta be here somewhere.” He reached into his pants pocket and withdrew a small golden band. “Here it is.”

Uhura gasped.

Jim winked at her and then dropped to his knees. He wiggled the gold band. “Here’s the fifth one. Five golden rings. Spock, will you…”

“I can’t believe you’re gonna do this now,” Bones muttered,

“Shut up.” Jim grinned up at a blushing Spock. “Will you be my husband?”

“Jim,” Spock whispered.

His brows furrowed. “Is that a yes?”

“Of course it’s a yes!” Uhura yelled.

Jim smirked at her. “I’d still like to hear it from Spock, if you don’t mind.” He rose to his feet and held out the golden ring. “What do you say, Piper? Want to play my pipes for the rest of our lives?”

“Jim!”

“Oh. My. God. I take it back,” Uhura said, laughing uncontrollably. “He says no!”

Spock gave her a look, then looked back at Jim. “Ridiculous proposal notwithstanding, yes, I will.”

Jim whooped and pulled Spock the Piper into his arms for a thorough kiss.

“All right everyone. Places! We’re going to act out the song.” Scotty said with a clap.

Jim kept kissing Spock. “Later.”

“Much later,” Spock murmured, leading Jim and his golden rings away.

All I Want for Christmas is You

This is from a J prompt (TOS)

“Jim? You going to go to the rec room for a drink with me and Scotty?”

Jim smiled faintly at Bones. He was feeling a little melancholy, truth be told. They were in deep space. Way too far from Earth or anywhere, really, for a shore leave for the holidays. In fact it was unlikely they’d get shore leave any sooner than another three months.

Not that they got to spend the holidays with family often anyway. Jim was used to that, for the most part, even from his days on the Farragut. But at least then he’d been able to keep in touch with his parents. Now they were so far out, communications with Earth or any planet out that way were non-existent.

And maybe that wouldn’t even bother him if the last time he had spoken with his folks it had been revealed his mother wasn’t feeling well. He’d been assured it was nothing to worry about, but they were getting on in years and both had lost some zest for life after Sam and Aurelan’s deaths. Still they had Jim’s nephew to watch over.

Jim would just feel better if he knew his mother had improved. But he wouldn’t get to know that. Not now.

“Well…”

“It’s Christmas Eve, Jim. One drink.”

“One,” Jim agreed. “And then I really need to go to bed. I’m beat.”

It ended up being two drinks, because Bones and Scotty could not or would not be refused, and Jim admitted he might have felt a little more cheerful at the end, especially when Uhura dropped by to croon, “Santa Baby”.

But Jim did refuse the third drink. And made his way back to his quarters.

Rand had put a few festive touches there. Hung some red and green garland. Put up a few silver and gold bulbs. He’d mostly ignored it. But now it just reminded him just now alone he felt.

He went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth and washed his face, his gaze going to the door that led into his first officer’s quarters.

Spock.

He walked over to the door and rested his hand there momentarily.

Spock.

How long had he been foolishly in love with Spock? More pointedly, how long had it taken him to realize it? Too long.

Jim knew he felt a great deal of affection for Spock, knew that his feelings were deep and that he felt such a comfort knowing Spock considered him a friend. But when it occurred to Jim that Spock meant more to him than anyone, any woman he’d ever been with, anyone really, then he began to analyze things.

His own behavior could only be considered flirting, borderline outrageous, and the more he analyzed himself the more he realized he really had been at it for a long time. He was surprised Bones hadn’t called him on it for had the situation been reversed he certainly would have teased Bones.

And when he first recognized it, he had tried to curtail it. Spock didn’t seem to respond much, and Jim didn’t want to make Spock or anyone else around them uncomfortable.

Eventually, though, he hadn’t been able to stand it and he’d gone back to his usual flirtatious behavior. Not that it did any good.

With a sigh, Jim left the shared bathroom and returned to his quarters to get comfortable for the night. The holiday season prior, his mother had sent him a pair of pajama pants with holiday lights adorning them, so he put those on and then grabbed an old worn T-shirt he’d saved from his long ago Academy days.   

He obtained himself a glass of eggnog from the synthesizer, added a bit of brandy and headed to his desk.

“Computer, shuffle holiday music.”

He pulled up the bridge logs, computer recordings and all, figuring if he tortured himself with them long enough, he’d finally give it up and realized Spock simply didn’t harbor any secret feelings for him just because he did for Spock.

 The first few he observed were nothing special and pretty much what Jim had expected to find: nothing.

But then he played the bridge log from their mission to Eminiar IV.

Spock said, “A feeling is not much to go on.”

“Sometimes a feeling, Mister Spock, is all we humans have to go on.”

“Captain, you almost make me believe in luck.”

There was just the barest hint of…amusement, affection there.

Jim leaned in.

“Why, Mr. Spock, you almost make me believe in miracles.”

And then, there was that little raising of his eyebrows before Spock turned away and went back to his station.

Okay, well, there was something there, but…

Jim frowned, took a big sip of the eggnog, and pulled up another entry.

“I don’t understand why it gives you such pleasure to have me proven wrong.”

“An emotional earth weakness of mine.”

And then he pulled up another.

“Has it occurred to you that there’s a certain inefficiency in constantly questioning me on things you’ve already made your mind about?” A little smirk.

Jim leaned in so close now his nose almost touched the screen.  

“It gives me emotional security,” Jim replied, looking sly and flirty. Ridiculous really, even if he did say so himself.

Spock blushed and smiled.

Damn it! He blushed and smiled.

And…

Jim slammed his fist on his desk almost sending his eggnog flying.

“Spock!” he yelled before he could stop himself.

The door to their shared bathroom slid open and the man…Vulcan…appeared himself.

“Jim? Is there something wrong?”

“Wrong?” Jim laughed and leapt out of his chair and over to where Spock stood. “Wrong, Spock? No. There’s nothing wrong. Absolutely nothing!”

“Captain?”

Jim seized Spock’s forearms pulling him closer until they were face to face, nearly mouth to mouth.

“Spock. I…”

Up went the eyebrow.

“I have these…feelings.” He smiled a little. “Earth feelings.”

“I don’t understand.”

Jim nodded. “Probably not. Join me tonight? Chess? A glass of eggnog? On Earth, it’s traditional to spend a night like this with the one being that’s the most important to you.”

“I thought that was Valentine’s Day.”

He laughed. He was full of mirth. “That too. But see, that’s still months away, and I find myself wanting to spend this day with you, this night, with you. Only you. Do you maybe understand now, Mister Spock?”

He leaned up just a little, placing a very chaste, tentative kiss to Spock’s cold, stiff, unyielding lips. And if he’d miscalculated…

“I would like that,” Spock replied. “But if you will give me a moment, I would like to change, and then I will return.”

Jim swallowed and nodded. “Anything. You can have all the moments you need.”

But as it turned out, Spock was back remarkably quickly, and he’d taken off his uniform and put on this big brown, rather fuzzy robe, and Jim tried to remember seeing Spock in anything quite that casual before, and honestly he didn’t care, he was seeing him now, and it was all just a little crazy, but he thought that maybe this was the best holiday season he’d ever had.

“You look…amazing,” Jim said softly. “What can I get you to drink?”

Spock paused only a moment. And the little faint blush was back. “Hot chocolate?”

His eyes shining, Jim smiled. “Coming right up.”

He moved over to the synthesizer and Spock moved up close right behind him. There was a charge in the air or something, because Jim turned from the synthesizer as it made the chocolate and ended up in Spock’s arms. Pulled there or going there himself, it little mattered, because he was there, being held by Spock and he held Spock right back.

And Spock was the best present Jim had ever received.

Jim’s holiday pajama pants!

Flash Fic Friday, August 02, 2019

Jim reads fan-fiction about K/S and Spock catches him (thanks for the prompt ES, was a fun one)

“What are you doing, Captain?”

Jim jumped what surely was ten feet in the air. “Spock! Shit! You scared the crap out of me.”

Spock frowned at Jim, who was sitting tucked away way in the corner on a couch in the mostly empty recreation room. “Why would you be frightened?”

“Well. Not scared. I know you aren’t going to strangle me or anything. Not this time.” He winked and was pleased when Spock’s cheeks turned green. He then looked guiltily down at his PADD. “Um. I-I was reading.”

“Reports? If you are behind, I can assist you.”

“No. No. Not reports. Something…something else.”

There went the head tilt. “You read ‘real books’ as you call them when you read for pleasure. Is there some troublesome matter at home that you received a message?”

“No.” Jim put the PADD face down on the table, feeling very embarrassed and definitely flustered and frankly a bit turned on. “Stuff online.”

“Online.”

“There’s this site where, um, people write things.” Jim rubbed the back of his neck. “There’s-there’s a section about us.”

“The Enterprise?”

He traced his lips with his tongue. “No. Us. You and me.”

Spock stared. Suddenly he reached for Jim’s PADD before Jim could stop him. Spock glanced at the screen. Then at Jim, then back at the screen.

“I am not even certain that is possible.”

“Well.”

Spock shook his head. “And I certainly do not have…” He stopped and looked reproachfully at Jim. “Which, of course, you know.”

Jim shrugged guiltily. “I know. But, well, it, they, it’s kind of fascinating.”

“Fascinating.”

“And hot.”

“But, Jim, they have invented parts of me that I simply do not—”

“I know.” Jim grinned. “Believe me I know.”

Spock gave him another look. “They do seem to have your character down correctly.”

Jim narrowed his eyes. “How so?”

“The begging, the whimpering, and the—”

Jim snatched his PADD back. “Okay. Enough of that. It’s time to quit and go to bed.”

Spock took the PADD back, swiped his finger over the screen, and then handed it back to Jim, who noticed the page had disappeared, and it was back to his Starfleet homepage. “That is enough of that.”

“Spoilsport.”

“If you want to know about the ways we ‘get it on’, you will only have to wait ten minutes until we reach our quarters.”

Jim grinned. “I know.” They fell into step beside each other. “I don’t beg.”

Spock arched a brow.

“Much.”

Flash Fic Friday, July 19, 2019

Cadet Kirk impresses Professor Spock

“You wanted to see me, Professor?”

Spock looked up from his laptop into the startling blue eyes of Cadet James Kirk.  “Yes, Cadet. Thank you for being punctual.”

Kirk nodded.

“The hypothesis you turned in.”

The cadet frowned. “What’s wrong with it?”

“Not a thing,” Spock said honestly. “I was unexpectedly impressed.”

Kirk blinked. “Sir?”

“Your intelligence is remarkable. I found myself fascinated by your findings. I could find nothing at all to suggest they weren’t exacting and frankly, spot on.”

The hint of a smile played at Kirk’s mouth. “Thank you, Professor.”

“I assure you the praise is warranted.” He paused. “I was surprised.”

“Surprised,” Kirk repeated. “Uh. Why?”

Spock thought about it. “It’s been my experience that someone with your extraordinary looks is seldom matched by an extraordinary mind.”

The slow blink happened again and this time the hint of smile broadened to a full one. “Did you just say I had extraordinary looks?”

Spock felt his face flush. “Well…”

“You did. Wow.”

He cleared his throat. “Anyway, I just wished to advise you that I haven’t ever seen such a well-thought out hypothesis since I began teaching here.”

“Thank you again, Professor.”

“Dismissed.”

Kirk began to turn away, then he turned back. “It’s a shame I’m your student.”

“How so?”

Kirk shrugged and took a step forward. “I’d ask you out otherwise.”

“Indeed, that is not possible as you are, in fact, my student.”

The hinted smiled was back. “But only until the end of the semester, which is, by my calculations, over in twelve days.”

Spock found his gaze straying to the calendar, though he certainly knew the date and how many days were left before the summer break.

“True. However, I will be returning to Vulcan for the duration of the break.”

“Oh.” Kirk nodded, smile slipping. “That’s too bad. Okay. See you.” He turned away again.

Spock knew he should keep his mouth shut, but instead he called out, “Cadet?”

He turned back.

“You will not be my student when I return here after the break.”

Now the smile was a grin. “That’s right. Yes. Yes. Okay then. Good to know.” He saluted then, oddly, but then Kirk was unusual.

It was on the tip of his tongue to mention that he knew Kirk was scheduled to take the Kobayashi Maru for the third time tomorrow, but of course, Kirk knew that himself, and Spock saw no real reason to continue the conversation, therefore, this time, he let Kirk leave.    

Flash Fic Friday, March 22, 2109

This was a reader prompt, sort of, and while I doubt she had quite this in mind, well…here you go.

“So, um, you want to learn to play poker?”

Spock nodded. “That is what I said.”

Jim bit his lip. Turned away from Spock to pour himself a drink. Red wine tonight. A gift from Bones on his last birthday.

“Got it on our last shore leave, Jim, been saving it ever since.”

Spock was in his quarters now. He’d come to play chess, which they’d started to do once a week after the newly built Enterprise had begun its voyage after the whole Krall mess.

They’d kept it pretty casual, at first. They’d started in the rec room playing just one game each week. Though Spock won most of them, Jim had a few good days in there, too.

It moved to their quarters when Jim was running late one week and contacted Spock to say he would be later still. Spock had suggested he would just bring the chess set there. Jim had hid his surprise and agreed.

The next week, Spock had suggested playing chess in his quarters, and ever since they’d alternated between Jim’s and Spock’s. Never returning to the rec room. And they generally played several games now.

“Well, I think it was Bones who said he’d like to teach you,” Jim said, taking a sip.

There had been talk of poker when they’d been confronted by a hostile alien, or so they’d thought at the time. Balok. Jim had bluffed and suddenly Spock became interested in poker.

“You do not wish to teach me?”

There was just the hint of a tone in Spock’s voice that Jim could not quite place, but he knew it made him feel bad. “No, no. Not at all, Spock. You want to learn, that’s fine. Um, generally, it’s more than a couple of players though.”

“I see.”

“Yeah. So, you want me to find out if anyone else is available to play with us?”

Which honestly, Jim was not at all keen on the intrusion into his private time with Spock, and he feared it would quickly become a thing where everyone played every week, and there would go any alone time he had managed to obtain with Spock, which he’d won with a lot of effort, but, if Spock wanted him to get a group going for poker, Jim would do it.

“Is that the norm for strip poker?”

Jim stumbled forward, spilling wine on the floor. “What? Did you say…strip poker?”

“I have been doing some research prior to broaching the subject with you, of course.”

“Of course you have.” Jim went over to the bathroom for a cloth to wipe up the spilled wine. He bent down and cleaned up the mess. “I don’t think that’s a really good idea. Sit down, Spock.”

Spock took his seat dutifully. Jim had already set up the chess set, but as Jim sat across from Spock, it remained untouched.

“There are a series of hands that beat other hands.”

“Indeed, I researched those.”

“Good. That gives us a head start. Basically, poker is a lot of bluffing.”

“As you did with Balok.”

“Right. So, with the hand you’re dealt, unless you get a royal flush dealt to you, which believe me, doesn’t really happen, you’re usually going to want to convince those playing with you that you have a better hand than you do. If I have two queens and you have a full house, that beats me. But I want you to think I have something more than you do so you’ll fold. Or basically, give in.”

“I see.”

“Which is what I did with Balok. I wanted him to think we had a better weapon than he did, so he would fold. But he could just have easily called my bluff. Which is why in poker, you call.”

“So it is a means of lying.”

“Pretty much. Unless you really do have a royal flush, then you aren’t lying.”

Spock inclined his head. “I am certain that I would have no trouble knowing that you were lying.”

Jim laughed. “Yeah? Why do you think that, Mister Spock?”

“I know when you lie, I can tell. So I cannot be fooled by your bluff. We have known each other long enough for me to read you quite well, Captain.”

“That’s it! You’re putting your money where your mouth is.”

Sometime later…

“You won.”

Jim grinned. “Yep. Four queens.”

“But…”

“You only have a full house, Spock.”

“Yes, I know that your hand beats mine. It is simply that your behavior during the match—”

“Game, Spock.”

“As well as your body language indicated that you had a much lower hand than you were pretending to have and yet…”

“Yep. So you don’t know me as well as you thought, Spock. Not my lies anyway.” Jim leaned back. “I think you should remove your pants.”

Spock’s cheeks greened. “Captain.”

He burst out laughing. “I’m totally kidding. I know we weren’t playing strip poker, babe.”

Spock stared at him. “Babe?”

“I didn’t say babe,” Jim said quickly. “I said Spock.”

“No. I heard babe.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Mister Spock.” Jim stood. “Will you look at the time? I’m going to have to cut this short. I have about three hundred reports to do.”

Spock stood too. “Three hundred, Captain?”

“Three hundred and two. I forgot a couple.” Jim ushered Spock to his door. “As amusing as this was, next week, back to chess?”

“As you wish, Captain.”

Jim smiled, patted Spock’s arm. “Goodnight, Spock.”

“Goodnight…babe.”

The door of his quarters opened and Spock disappeared through it.

Jim stared after him. Shook his head. Too much wine going to his head. He laughed and turned away.   

Flash Fic Friday, March 31, 2017

My Prompt This Week was a situation that is not what it seems at first glance.

“Give me another one,” Jim said to the bartender on Locisian. It was only his third and he’d barely felt the other two. But God he needed to get drunk. To unsee Spock and Uhura cuddling in the transport train from the city of Answell. This particular shore leave couldn’t be done with soon enough.

Jim was happy for them. They were working things out after their troubles right around the incidents at Yorktown and Altamid. Good for them. But he didn’t want to have to see their reconciliation in action. There were even rumors that Uhura might be pregnant. Swell.

The bartender slammed down the drink and moved off down the bar toward other customers. It was loud and crowded and Jim sort of just sat in the corner minding his own business. He’d had a couple offers since he’d come in but so far he hadn’t been drunk enough yet to drown his sorrows in sex. He’d probably get there before too much longer.

He picked up the drink and looked around. There was a dance floor and there were lots of different species dancing. He noticed Sulu and his husband, Ben, who had met him for shore leave, amongst them.

“Jim.”

He turned in the other direction to face Bones. “Oh, hey. Thought you were busy with that outbreak of Nifirian Flu.”

“It’s under control now. Thought I’d take a little break.” Bones sat next to him and gestured for a drink. “You look like hell.”

“Gee, I can always count on you to make me feel my best.”

“So why are we drowning ourselves now?”

“No reason.”

“No reason, huh? A call from your mom?”

Jim snorted. “No. Last time I talked with her was my birthday.”

“Admiralty being assholes?”

“When aren’t they?”

“Point,” Bones said, picking up the bourbon he just received. “Then it must be the hobgoblin.”

Jim shook his head. “Let it go, Bones.”

“Thought so. “ Bones leaned in close. “I have a way to distract you from Spock. From them.”

Jim downed his third drink. “Oh? What’s that?”

“Down the street is a little known establishment.” Bones grinned.

“Keep talking.”

“There’s girls and boys. Different species.”

“Shit, are you talking a brothel, Bones?”

Bones shrugged. “You want to get laid with no strings attached, right? It’s legal here. And you can have whatever you like.” He dropped his voice. “Rumor has it they even have a Vulcan.”

“No way.”

“Could be false,” Bones said. “But even still I bet they have someone there to interest both of us.”

“I don’t know.”

Bones squeezed his arm. “Come on, Jim. Let’s go take a look. If you don’t like the look of it, we can leave and do something else.”

Jim nodded. “Okay, let’s go.”

He followed Bones to the exit and out into the night. They’d walked about a block down the street when Spock appeared in front of them.

“Oh. Hey. Aren’t you?”

Spock raised a phaser.

“Spock!”

He fired it at Bones.

“What the—”

Bones collapsed beside him and turned into…someone else. Someone Jim had never seen before. Ever.

“My apologies, Captain. A shape shifter.”

“Holy shit.”

“Doctor McCoy is currently on the Enterprise dealing with the Nifirian Flu.”

“This-this guy-he knew…” Jim swallowed and took a step back. “He knew so much.”

Spock nodded. “This particular species of shape shifters are also telepaths.”

“Telepaths?”

Two security officers from the Enterprise arrived and picked up the unconscious shape shifter.

“What did he want with me?”

“You are highly sought after as a kidnap victim these days. No doubt to use against the Federation. If you will allow me, I will escort you back to the Enterprise.”

Jim blew out a breath. “Yeah, I guess that might be a good idea.”

They were in the turbolift making their way to the officers’ deck when Jim turned to Spock. “How’d you know where to find me anyway? Last I saw, you were on a transport train to Answell.”

“”I have been watching out for you, Captain. You take too many chances.”

Suddenly he was crowded against the wall of the turbolift and he realized it had stopped moving.

“Spock?”

Spock’s hands slammed against the wall, on either side of Jim’s head. “Do you know the lengths I have to go to in order to keep you safe?”

“Well, I—”

“Be silent.” Spock leaned in close and then as Jim watched, a long, pointed lizard like tongue came out of Spock’s mouth toward him.

Jim screamed.

And woke up in his bed, chest heaving, sweating everywhere.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He was in his quarters. Quiet and normal as can be. When he thought he could move without his chest exploding, he got up and went into the shower and then dressed in his uniform before going up to the bridge.

“Status report?” Jim asked as he slid into his chair.

“We’ll make orbit for Locisian in an hour, Captain,” Sulu replied.

“Very good. Maintain.”

Spock walked up to his chair from his own station. “Looking forward to shore leave, Captain?’

Jim smiled a little. “Actually, Spock, I think I’m going to sit this one out.”

 

A little creepy, yes? 

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