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.
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.”
“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.
“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 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
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.
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.
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.”
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 