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Flash Fic, February 16, 2022

J requested this. Or something like it. And I think I may have screwed it up some but um, I tried. I’m pretty sure this look prompted the request Er…yeah.

Now that he stood outside Zach’s door, Chris felt a bit stupid.

His hair was too long and unkempt and his straggly beard was snowy white. And maybe, yeah, he wasn’t caring much about his appearance these days. Maybe he was a bit depressed and in perhaps a mid-life crisis. He was past forty and had nothing really to show for it. No current SO, no really hot career. He was just…doing okay. And that was starting to get to him.

He’d been sitting around his house drinking a beer and looking at old shots of his friends and loved ones he hadn’t looked at in a while. He’d come across a few pictures of Zach with an old boyfriend. He’d been with a guy that would be called a “bear”. A hairy, masculine-looking beefy guy. It had only been a brief thing, true. But he also came across a picture of Zach himself looking like that. Hairy with a fully, bushy beard. Was that what Zach liked?

Sure Zach’s last serious boyfriend wasn’t anything like that but…   

Okay, clearly Chris had too many beers.

But he was here now and he was committed.

Or should be committed, maybe. That was probably it.

He rang the bell.

He could hope that Zach wasn’t there. That would be ideal, actually. He could just turn around, and slink back home like the hairy beast he was. Sure, the paps would snap more pictures to post about how he no longer looked like a hot babe, as if he ever did, but he’d deal with it.  Yeah, definitely too many beers.

What he did not want to happen would be, whatever twink Zach was currently seeing, opening the door. And of course, Christopher, you idiot. He liked twinks not bears. Not hairy beasts like him.

The door was yanked open, like Chris had been leaning on the buzzer and Zach was annoyed.

Oh.

Chris dropped his hand from the buzzer.

“What the hell…”

Zach stopped talking and merely stared at Chris.

Zach, for his part, was clean-shaven. Every hair was picture perfect. He looked…well…fucking gorgeous. Like he could have any guy on the planet, why would he want Bigfoot.

“Are you in there buddy?” Zach asked with pronounced amusement.

Chris pursed his lips. “Funny. I came for a haircut and a shave. Can I come in or what?”

Zach stepped back and held the door open. “You reek.”

“I had a few beers.”

“I can tell.”

It was a few hours later. Chris had several cups of coffee. Zach had cut his hair.

“Hey, I could finally put it in a man-bun. Thought you liked those,” Chris protested. “Miles—”

“Do not say that name or I throw you out,” Zach said, sternly.    

Chris clamped his mouth shut.

Zach finished shaving off the bushy white beard, leaving Chris clean shaven. Hair was still pretty gray, though.  A family thing.

“So, what was with this whole look?”

“Thought you might like it.”

“Oh?”

“You know I’m doing that movie with the pool guy. I’m thinking he should have that look, you know?”

Zach nodded. “Well, guess you’ll have to start all over again, huh?” He stared at Chris with that intense way he had. “What’s really going on, Pine?”

Chris looked into his coffee but it did not, alas, have all the answers to the world’s problems. Or even his, if it came to that.

“I miss you. I miss you like crazy. And I’m…lonely, Zach.”

Zach opened his arms and Chris got up from his chair and stepped into those big, strong muscular arms.

And for now, it was better. Much.   

Santa Baby

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Advent Day 9

“Did you see December?”

Spock’s ears perked up. Not literally, of course. But he guessed the two unimaginative ensigns he happened to be walking behind were discussing the Starfleet Calendar that had just come out to for next year’s use. It was a publicity recruiting tool of some sort that Spock didn’t quite understand.

They had asked various well-known Starfleet officers to participate for each month of the calendar. Spock had been asked to take part but he had, logically, declined. However, he had learned that his captain, James T. Kirk, had accepted the invitation. And he also knew that the captain had been given the month of December.

Since it was December at present, according to the old Earth calendar at any rate, which Starfleet was following for this project, he knew that it was a year before Jim’s month in the calendar. Unless, and Spock had not anticipated this, they decided to go with the 18th month calendar idea. There had been some talk that they might have so many participants that they’d have to go that route.

Spock had yet to see the calendar so he was not certain.

“Are you kidding? Not only have I seen it, but I’ve already drooled over it.”

The other ensign chuckled. “Right? I’m just gonna skip over the other eleven months and go straight to the captain.”

That confirmed for Spock that it was indeed only a twelve month calendar.

“I dunno. Commander Marcel’s pretty hot in March. I think they made her uniform even skimpier.”

“All those pictures are kinda risqué. More than I guessed they’d be. Thought they were gonna be tasteful.”

“I’ll take this one! Tasteful schmasteful.”

Spock had reached his destination, the medbay, so he went through the doors rather than pursue the ridiculous conversation between the two ensigns.

McCoy looked up from his tricorder, which he held over Nyota, who did not look at all well.

“She’ll be fine. Just a bit of sickness left over from that landing party a couple of days ago.”

Nyota smiled wanly. “Leonard says I need bedrest. Guess you’ll have to go to the holiday party without me.”

“I do not need to go.”

“But you should,” she insisted. “You can go with Jim.”

McCoy’s glance went between them, looking suspicious.

“We shall see.”

“All right, Lieutenant. Off duty for forty-eight hours. That ought to do it.”

She jumped down from the biobed.

“Nyota, if you do not need assistance getting to your quarters, I would like a moment with the doctor.”

“No, I can manage. Talk to you later? And go with the captain!”

McCoy was eyeing Spock in an assessing way. “Well?”

“Have you seen the Starfleet calendar?”

The doctor blinked in surprise, clearly not anticipating what Spock wished to discuss. “Yeah, I have. Why?”

“Do you have it?”

“The paper copy or the digital?”

Spock thought about it. “Paper.”

McCoy nodded, and walked over to another area of the medbay. He picked up the calendar and went right to December, clearly guessing now what Spock wished to know. He handed it to Spock.

There was Jim in a Santa hat and little else. He was mostly naked except for the hat and a candy-cane striped satin jock strap, leaving nothing to the the imagination, as far as Spock was concerned. He had one leg lifted higher than the other, resting on a glittery gold box tied with a ribbon to look like a Christmas package. And speaking of packages…the posture was provocative. 

“This is the picture the captain submitted?”

McCoy shrugged. “I don’t think so. He submitted one where he’s wearing a suit and Santa hat with a wreath around the picture.”

“Then how did this happen?”

“Something about a prank. Some old friend of his sent that one in and the ‘Fleet liked it. Look, Spock, if you really want to know, why not go talk to Jim?”

“I intend to do just that.”

“About time,” McCoy muttered under his breath.

Spock arched a brow, but said nothing. He ripped out December’s picture from the calendar.

“Hey!”

“You still have the digital calendar,” Spock replied, as he turned and left the medbay.

****

“Uh, hi, Spock.”

Spock held up the December calendar picture.

Jim turned red and laughed. “Uh, yeah. That’s…I tried to talk them out of using that one. But Admiral Komack—”

“Doctor McCoy said it was sent in by an old friend of yours.”

Jim licked his lips and nodded. “Look, that was, that was a long time ago. You can kind of tell, you know? Look how young I was. It was just…it was a silly time, right?  I was goofing off. And anyway, I’m pretty sure some of that picture was touched up or manipulated.”

“Oh?”

“I don’t remember it looking quite like that, honestly. But Komack liked it.”

Spock exhaled. “Komack is a pervert.”

Jim laughed. “Yeah. Okay, fair point.” His smile slipped. “You aren’t mad, are you?”

“No,” Spock replied. “But I wish to check.”

Jim frowned now. “Check?”

“To see if that picture has indeed been touched up or manipulated. I wish to see for myself. CAPTAIN.”

“Spock, are you…” Out came the tongue again. “Are you really saying…”

Spock grabbed him and pulled him close. “You talk too much.”

“Spock—”

He shut Jim up. Yes, he was going to enjoy seeing if that picture was real. Either way, Spock knew, he would be…satisfied.

Deck the Halls

Advent Day 8

“Jim.”

Jim put a nail in his mouth as he hammered the one he held into the rooftop. He did not look down. He was quite aware of the Vulcan standing at the foot of the ladder below. And though he was not looking, Jim absolutely knew he was getting the Vulcan version of the side-eye.

“Jim.”

To the untrained ear, the repeat of his name sounded just like it had before, but Jim heard the slight irritation behind the second time his name was said.

He removed the nail held in his mouth and hammered it in, stringing the line of lights across the latest two nails.

“Be right down,” he called, not looking. He’d been up in space for decades, had faced death and injury numerous times, fought and won against more foes than he could count, and even survived the death and resurrection of that Vulcan, his husband, waiting below, but he hated heights. He’d considered asking Spock to do this part, but Spock had a secret. He hated heights more than Jim did.

Well, and to say either of them hated heights was not exactly true. Jim enjoyed mountain climbing, after all. And Spock had those rocket boot things he’d used to reach Jim on that mountain. But there was something different about the roof of one’s house and Jim couldn’t say what.

“Can you turn them on so I see if they’re all lit up?” he called down.

He heard the definite huff from Spock, but a moment later the lights were lit and Jim leaned back slightly on his haunches to detect if every last light was on. He couldn’t see any that were out so he mentally patted himself on the back and then inched his way to the ladder.

Perhaps some of his trepidation was due to the fact he’d actually fallen from said roof the prior year. Thankfully, just like Humpty Dumpty, they’d been able to put him back together. Not that he appreciated the comparison.

When he landed on the ground below, Jim felt relieved, and offered a smile to his grumpy husband.

“All done with the roof.”

“I thought we had agreed last year that if you continued this ridiculous, illogical competition with Bob Jenkins and Doctor Morely, you would hire someone to get on the roof.”

“You mean someone younger and in better shape than me,” Jim said, rolling his eyes. “I thought about that but the rules are we have to do all the decorating ourselves.”

“Who decided these rules?” Spock asked pointedly.

“The three of us as a committee. It’s just in good fun, Spock. It doesn’t really matter who’s won. There’s no reward.”

“Except the bragging rights to use all year round that you had the best decorated house for the holidays.”

Jim smiled, and rubbed his hands together, moving farther out in the yard to survey his handiwork.

“Right! And I’m absolutely fine with not winning.”

Spock gave him that side-eye Vulcan thing again and Jim ignored him.

Shooting out of a giant menorah on the roof, placed there for Spock, were twinkling yellow lights that looked like candle flames. He’d just purchased that this year. Also on the roof was a life sized Santa and sleigh with reindeer. Actual reindeer or Caribou, not just the Bambi type substituted so often.

He had more reindeer, elves, and snowmen in the yard surrounding the house too. Candy canes. Snowflakes. Gingerbread men.

“Do you think I did enough?” he asked Spock when Spock moved to stand beside him as they surveyed their kingdom.

“You are serious?”

Jim chuckled. “Yes, of course.” He took out an apple from his pocket and took a bite. “I don’t like to lose.”

“You just said—”

“We both know I lied.”

Spock sighed and nodded. “I believe you will succeed in maintaining your winning record.”

“Now that’s what I want to hear. All right, Spock, let’s go inside where it’s warm. I want to contact Jenkins and Morely to tell them they’re going to lose again.”

Spock sighed even more dramatically. “Very well.”

Jim took Spock’s hand in his and led him to the door of their home. “Well, perhaps, I’ll wait to warm you up a bit first.”

“That would be most agreeable.”

Santa Claus is Coming to Town

Advent Day 6

This one was requested.

“Spock, are you blushing?”

Spock looked up from the holiday card he had just received to look at Nyota who had just approached him to hand him a creamy glass of eggnog. A vegan version, she had assured him when she offered to fetch it for him.

Rather than admit that he likely was, Spock instead replied, “I was looking at this morning’s Secret Santa gift.”

Nyota nodded. “What you get this time?”

This was the last day of the silly present game Nyota had signed Spock up for. He hadn’t known who got his name, that was the point.

The first day he had gotten a box of rare teas. He had been surprised, pleasantly, by the gift. The next day a beautiful teapot with a rare glaze made only on Vulcan. Vulcan Prime that had been destroyed.

He had begun to suspect the identity of his Secret Santa, but this surely clinched it.

Spock pursed his lips. “I cannot say at this time, but I will tell you after I present myself to obtain my final gift. If you will excuse me, Nyota.”

Spock left her holding both eggnogs and he made his way to the gift giver’s quarters.

“Come.”

The door slid open and Spock stepped inside.

His captain stood in the middle of his quarters, fingers hitched in the hem of his black undershirt, his gold command shirt already having been removed. He was also barefoot.

“Oh, hey, Spock. What’s up?”

Spock waved the paper he had received in his box. “I have come for my gift.”

“Huh?”

“You are my Secret Santa, are you not?”

Spock had expected it when he’d received the tea and was nearly certain when the teapot came. But now, he was positive.

Jim frowned and turned just the slightest shade of pink. “You guessed?”

The two of them had been dancing around each other for weeks. Jim had been extra flirtatious and Spock had given back in kind. Though there had yet to be anything physical between them, Spock had guessed it would be only a matter time before one of them made that move.

Given his “gift” that move had been made as far as Spock was concerned.

“I did. And I am anxious to claim my present.”

Jim blinked at him. “Uh, what?”

Spock read from the note.

“A lap dance from Captain Kirk.”

Jim’s eyes widened. “Shit.”

For the first time, Spock felt uncertain. “Captain?”

Jim laughed then which made Spock feel a little better. “That…that was a joke. A gag.”

“I do not understand.”

“I couldn’t figure out what to give you for your final present and I told Bones. He said I should promise a lap dance, and we both laughed, and I wrote out that note, but that wasn’t supposed to go into the box. I wrote an IOU. I figured next time we went to a space station I would have you pick something out and I’d get it for you.” Jim shook his head. “I have a feeling Bones played a gag on both of us.”

Spock nodded. “I see. Very well. I am waiting.”

What?”

Spock arched a brow. “You might have thought that your offer was in jest, but in fact this is exactly the present I want.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Spock pulled out a chair and sat. “Perhaps a Santa hat would add to the experience.”

His soon-to-be lover doubled over in laughter. “I don’t think I have one of those.”

“One can be replicated.”

Jim came over to him, leaned down and kissed him. It was their first kiss and it gave Spock a thrill.

“For the record, I was your Secret Santa,” Spock murmured.

“I know.” Jim’s eyes were shining.

“Santa hat, Jim.”

“Okay, okay.”

Jim walked over to the replicator and a few minutes later he came back to where Spock sat, waiting. He yanked off his black shirt and then undid his pants and lowered them to the ground. Spock noticed the red satin boxer shorts, immediately. “Nice gift,” Jim said with a wink. He set the Santa hat on his head and then straddled Spock.

“All right, baby, here comes your present.”    

Flash Fic, February 19, 2021

Eveningstar had suggested:

I would like to suggest a Kelvin universe flash where Jim’s motivation or actions are doubted by everyone except Spock. Oh and Spock and Jim have yet to enter into a relationship, they are just friends…so far. Spock defends Jim and shows Jim his absolute loyalty! Jim puts his faith and fate in Spock’s hands.”

This isn’t quite that but I tried to make it have close enough elements. She also suggested: Another idea is a flash where Jim and Spock are in a damaged shuttle or life pod that is losing power, as they await a possible rescue. The only way for Spock to survive is going into a Vulcan healing trance to save oxygen. Jim obviously can’t do that without help from bonding with Spock.

I am working on this idea but it’s slightly more involved now than I wanted for a flash so I will likely write it as a one-shot to be published on AO3 in the future.

So anyway, here is today’s flash….

Jim waited until just about everyone else had shuffled out of the conference. All the admirals and their assistants. And many of Jim’s own crew members as well as colleagues.

Jim watched them all chattering as they exited. He felt a renewed sense of peace. And a little hot and sweaty honestly. He tugged at the collar of his dress uniform.

Uhura stopped briefly to say something to Spock, but then she moved on too.

In the end, the only two left were himself and Spock. And Spock lingered, Jim supposed, because he’d had a sense that Jim wanted to speak with him. They were often in sync this way.

Jim smiled when Spock approached him. “Glad that’s over.”

“Indeed.”

Jim glanced away for a moment, distracted by passersby. He looked back to Spock. “Listen, I wanted to thank you for what you said in there.” He shook his head. “Even Bones seemed to have doubts. That you believed in me, when practically no one else did, I just…thank you. It meant so much.”

“It was only the truth,” Spock said simply. “I knew that you could not have done what was implied. And now everyone else knows too.”

Jim’s smile broadened. “Thanks to you. You swayed them.”

Spock inclined his head. “And now what will you do with the shore leave we have been granted here?”

He blew out a breath. “I don’t even know. I’ve felt such relief that I honestly made no plans.” Jim laughed. “Right now, I’m starving and would love to just have a nice celebratory dinner.”

Spock hesitated only briefly. “I know a place that will meet your needs if you are amenable to me joining you.”

“Are you kidding? I’d love that.”

“Then, shall we?”

Jim accompanied Spock out of the building and down the street to a resort area with a beach and many restaurants facing the ocean there. He directed Jim to one on the corner, dark and intimate.

They were seated at a table for two right by the window. There was artificial candlelight and everything. It struck Jim as pretty romantic.

He bit his lip.

They’d passed many crowded, noisy restaurants. Some with members of their own crew, yet Spock had brought them there.

Jim looked up from his menu and realized Spock was watching him.

It could be that Spock knew after the events of what had just occurred, Jim wouldn’t really want to be surrounded by large crowds.

Or it could be that he was trying to tell Jim something.

He took a chance.

“Spock, this is a really nice place. Makes me feel…cozy and romantic.”

Spock did not immediately reply so Jim had a moment where he thought he might have gotten it wrong after all.

But Spock wasn’t ever really blatant with anything. He liked subtly a little too much for Jim’s tastes. But he guessed that was just who Spock was.

He continued on.

“I think, maybe, that’s what you intended?” Jim exhaled slowly. “I hope it is.”

When Spock looked down at the space in front of him, Jim tried to hide his disappointment. He had gotten it wrong. Spock had merely thought he wanted a quiet place after all the mess that had been Jim’s life lately.

Jim started thinking of what he could say to take it all back. Some way he could save them both from embarrassment.

“I am relieved.”

Jim’s gaze rose quickly to Spock’s face.

“I feared my interest was not reciprocated.”

Jim reached for Spock’s hand and was happy when Spock placed his hand in Jim’s.

“Same,” he whispered.

“Jim, may I ask you to spend your shore leave with me?”

“My cup runneth over.”

Spock’s eyebrow shot up.

“Yes, Spock. I’ll definitely spend it with you.”

Flash Fic, February 17, 2021

Jesco’s idea:

A group of Vulcan delegates is hitching a ride with the Enterprise, including some of Spock’s childhood bullies who haven’t changed. Neither has the reaction of the other Vulcans (as in ignoring it). What’s new is that Spock has a captain/friend/boyfriend who’s not going to stand by silently.

“Captain, can I have a word with you before you go?”

Jim glanced back at Uhura, who beckoned him from the side, just as he was about to board the transport shuttle from the Space Station to the nearby planet of, Masque 2.

He exchanged a look with his first officer.

“You go ahead, Mister Spock. I’ll be right there.”

Jim headed back to where Uhura waited, arms crossed over her chest. He knew that look and really wasn’t in the mood, but he supposed he had no choice but to listen.

“Yes, Lieutenant?”

“I wanted to warn you not to embarrass Spock.”

“Embarrass Spock? What…”

“Listen, I know you won’t do it on purpose. But you’re a touchy-feely kind of guy and normally Spock is very all right with that. He even likes it. But you’re going to be on this transport shuttle with a bunch of other Vulcans and you can’t be trying to hold his hand or any of that other stuff. They’re going to be judging him and you.”

A muscle in Jim’s jaw ticked. “Do you really think I’d be stupid enough to start necking with Spock on the shuttle or something?”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course not. But this stuff is much more subtle. They’ll even be watching how close you sit. Just…pretend you two are not a couple and you should be fine.”

“All right, sure. Anything else?”

“No. Good luck. And try not to let your temper get the best of you.”

“I so don’t have a temper.”

He was tempted to stick his tongue out at her but that was definitely uncaptainly so he didn’t. He turned and headed back toward the shuttle.

As he bet down to avoid making a show of himself by hitting his head, he could hear the occupants already talking.

“I can hardly believe they chose someone as inadequate as you, Spock.”

“You have not changed much since you were a child. Your eyes are still far too Human.”

“That tainted blood—”

Jim pulled out his PADD and started typing into it even as he walked into the main area of the shuttle where they all sat.

Spock sat alone on the one side. He stared straight ahead, his expression carefully blank.

On the other side, separated from Spock’s three bullies, sat a Vulcan couple, who were clearly trying to ignore everything else going on. They were, Jim knew, the biologists chosen for the mission. He figured between Spock and them, he wouldn’t need any other interpreters or scientists.

The other three had been recommended, but with Jim ultimately in charge…

“Gentlemen,” Jim addressed them. “I’m Captain Kirk. It’s been determined that your services are not required, and you are excused to leave this shuttle.”

They all stared at him.

Finally, one of them, Solak, Jim believed, said, “Determined by whom?”

“By me, the leader of this mission. Your skills are…less than ideal for what is needed.”

“I do not understand,” said the Vulcan sitting next to Solak.

“Then let me clear things up for you. “Jim smiled his very human smile. “Your qualifications have been reviewed and are deemed lacking.”

“In what way?”

“In every way. The shuttle is getting ready to depart, you need to be off. Now.”

They blinked at him a few times, then all rose at the same time, somewhat stiffly. He recognized the anger in them they tried so carefully to hide.

They began to walk past him to the exit.

“Your lack of qualifications for this mission have been duly noted on your records with the Vulcan Science Academy as well. Have a safe trip back to New Vulcan.”

Jim tried not to grin as he watched them leave. He turned to see what reaction the biologists had, but they looked as serene and unconcerned as before.

“Ensign Connors to Captain Kirk.”

He pushed the button the wall. “Kirk here.”

“All clear to depart on your signal, sir.”

“Take us out, Connors.

“Aye, Captain.”

Jim went over and sat by Spock.

“That was not necessary, Captain,” Spock said after a moment of contemplative silence.

Jim shrugged. “I deemed it to be.”

“I could have handled their being part of the mission.”

“You shouldn’t have to handle it, Spock.”

“Jim.”

He shook his head. “I need team members who are high-level collaborators. They clearly lacked the skills in that.”

Spock didn’t reply to that, but Jim felt him relax his rigid stance beside him. “You will not find our collaborative team rather thin now that we are three down?”

“I have confidence the remaining members can pick up the slack without trouble.”

“You are…ever interesting, Jim.”

Jim allowed himself to show his private Spock smile. “I’m glad you think so, Spock.”

“One thing I have learned since the beginning of our association is that you are never boring.”

“Would that be when you stood before the assembly and accused me of cheating?” Jim’s smile widened. “That beginning or…”

“I was thinking of then, yes,” Spock said, quickly.

Jim knew that Spock did not wish for him to mention the beginning of their romantic association. Three months earlier and an explosion of unstoppable passion between them. On the observation deck.

“Did you really put some sort of notation on their records?”

He nodded. “I sure did.”

Spock stared at him until Jim turned to look directly at him.

“I hate bullies,” Jim said softly. “And they can go straight to hell.”

When the mission was successfully concluded, Jim would show Spock just how very precious and treasured he really was.  

He was a little surprised when Spock slipped his hand discreetly next to Jim’s, touching their fingers. He didn’t comment on it or tell Spock what Uhura had said, but it felt good and…right.

Flash Fic, February 12, 2021

Since Sunday is Valentine’s Day, I thought I’d use that theme for Kris’s prompt (I will be posting this on AO3 for Valentine’s Day)

“hurt/comfort! Jim injured or sick but it’s not apparent at first and Spock is the one who figures it out and cares for Jim.”

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Jim huddled around a hot cup of coffee in the corner of the mess hoping no one would bother him. He’d even gotten rid of the extra chair at the table.

Of Course, that did not stop Bones.

Bones pulled a chair from another table and straddled it the wrong way. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Just tired. That last mission kicked my butt. What do you want?”

“You won.”

“Hmm?”

“The crew voted you to be the one to be dressed as cupid for the Valentine’s Day Dance.” Bones smirked.

“Yeah, that’s a no.”

“Come on, Jim. You were the overwhelming favorite.”

Jim raised his brows. “Over Spock?”

Bones shrugged. “Wasn’t in the running. Anyway, they want you.”

“Not going to happen.”

“Jim—”

“No way. I am not going to stand up in front of the crew wearing a red diaper and holding a heart shaped arrow. No. I’m the captain and I deserve at least a little bit of respect.”

“The crew respects you.”

“Right. Sure. That’s why they voted for that.”

“They love you and know you’re a good sport. It’s good for morale.”

Jim shook his head. “Then you do it. I’m not.”

Bones sighed. “Fine. You’re such a spoil sport. What are you going to wear then?”

“Nothing.”

“Now you’re talking.”

Jim snorted. “I’m not going, doofus.”

Bones frowned. “What? Why? And are you going to drink that coffee or pray over it?”

Jim gave him a look and picked up the cup to take a sip. “Happy?”

“Not remotely. What do you mean you aren’t going?”

“Just what it sounds like, Bones. Spock and I are planning a quiet private night in. With no one to bother us.”

“Oh, I know what that means.”

Jim grinned. “I certainly hope it means that. So no Valentine’s Dance. Not this year. And you, Scotty and Uhura can be in charge of the dance. ”

“So, who do I get to be cupid?”

“I still suggest you.”

“Great. You’re no fun at all.”

Captain to the Bridge

“Duty calls, Doctor.”

****

Spock turned around to look at Jim. Ever since he’d come onto the bridge that day he’d looked…off. He’d seemed all right during the night when he was sleeping, no more restless than usual, but now as he sat in his captain’s chair he was leaning toward the left and often putting his index and middle fingers to his temple. A sure sign of one of Jim’s migraines.

When he noticed Jim dozing off, he knew it was time for him to intervene. He rose from his station and walked over to where Jim sat.

“Captain.”

Jim jumped awake. “Oh. Yeah. What’s up, Mister Spock?”

Spock lowered his voice. “You fell asleep.”

Jim blinked rapidly. “Did I?”

Alarmed by Jim’s very pale color and the sheen of sweat on his skin, Spock asked, “How do you feel?”

“Not really good.”

Spock noted that Jim’s breathing was shallow too.

“We are taking you to the medbay immediately.” Spock looked to Sulu. “Mister Sulu, you have the con. Lieutenant Uhura, please let Doctor McCoy we are on our way.”

“Aye, sir.”

Spock managed to get Jim out of his chair and into the turbolift, but once inside he leaned heavily on Spock and his breathing worsened.

“Jim, why didn’t you tell me you were ill?”

Jim shook his head. “Just felt tired,” he rasped.

By the time the turbolift stopped on the floor with the medbay, Jim was too weak to walk on his own, so Spock picked him up and carried him there.

“What the hell?” McCoy demanded as soon as they made it through the medbay doors.

“He is having trouble breathing, fell asleep on the bridge and seems disoriented.”

Spock placed him on the biobed McCoy pointed out. He hovered to the side while the doctor examined Jim.

“Chapel,” McCoy barked. “Bring me the breathing machine.”

McCoy was cutting off Jim’s clothes. He frowned down at the bruise covering Jim’s torso. “Why didn’t you tell me? Damn it, Jim.”

Spock looked over his shoulder and sucked in a breath. “He did not tell me. I did not see this last night.”

“Just a bruise,” Jim wheezed.

“No talking. Chapel!”

She arrived right then and brought with her a breathing machine that they quickly hooked Jim up to.

“What is it?” Spock asked.

“He’s got broken ribs and a pneumothorax. Not to mention a damn head injury.”

Jim looked at them, his eyes unexpectantly wet. “Sorry. I just thought…”

“Don’t talk for now. We’ll get you fixed up,” McCoy said. “Helluva way to make sure you don’t have to dress up as cupid!”

Jim just grimaced.

McCoy rubbed his arm and then turned to Spock. “I’ll be right back. You can stay with him.”

Spock had no intention of going anywhere. He moved closer to Jim and took his hand.

“Ashayam.”

Jim smiled faintly. “It’s gonna be okay, Spock.”

Spock squeezed Jim’s hand. “Yes. It better be.”

****

Jim woke up feeling rather groggy but much better than he had in days. He was staring at the ceiling of the medbay. He could breathe. And the pain in his head and ribcage was gone too.

“Bones?”

Like magic Bones appeared over him and smiling too. “There you are. Back good as new.”

“Yeah? I feel much better. That mean I can leave?”

“Fat chance. You’re in for over night or maybe two overnights. Three if you make me cranky.” But he was petting Jim’s hair as he did so. “Listen, I have to notify your husband in a second you’re awake.”

“Where is he?”

“Bridge.” Bones pulled out his PADD. “But look. I wanted to show you something.”

He brought the PADD closer to Jim and Jim’s mouth dropped open.

“Bones!”

Right there on his so-called friend’s PADD was a manip of Jim on the body of a mostly naked cupid holding a bow and arrow.

Bones cackled. “Thinking of showing this at the Dance tonight.”

“You do and I’ll replace you with Boyce.”

“He’s retired.”

Bones.”

Bones took his PADD away. “Fine. You’re such a baby.”

“You didn’t actually get some idiot to dress up like cupid, did you?”

“As a matter of fact I did.”

Jim stared. “Not you.”

“In a pig’s eye.” Bones rolled his eyes. “Keenser.”

And then he walked away leaving that image in Jim’s mind.

Jim had been kind of dozing when Spock arrived at his bedside to see him.

“Hi.” Jim smiled, sleepily. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Spock leaned down to kiss him. “I am relieved you are recovering.”

“Sorry we can’t have our private evening.”

“There will be opportunities when you are out of the medbay. I am going to be certain you are off duty for a few more days.”

“But that puts more of a burden on you,” Jim protested.

“I am more than willing to take it to ensure your health and well-being.” Spock paused, then, looking uncomfortable. “I do have a gift for you.”

Jim brightened. “Yeah?”

“It is…silly.” Spock sighed then. “I saw it when we were on shore leave on New Vulcan visiting my father. I should not have—”

“Spock, gimme.”

  Spock handed him a pink tissue rapped misshapen thing. Jim raised both brows at Spock. He unwrapped it.

It was a stuffed sehlat. Quite furry and accurate really. And to Jim’s surprised amusement it was clutching a red heart that read Be Mine

Jim giggled. He couldn’t help it. “This is an anatomically correct human heart, isn’t it?”

Spock nodded. “You could have it made to suit your…mate.”

“Are those claw marks on the heart?”

“It is a sehlat after all.”

“It sure is.” Jim grinned. “This is fantastic, Spock. Thank you.”

“I know it seems…trivial at the moment.”

“I couldn’t be happier with it, sweetheart. Really.”

Spock looked doubtful so Jim hugged it to him.

“Anyway, I didn’t get you much,” Jim admitted. “But if you go into my sock drawer there’s a heart-shaped box of chocolates that has your name on it.”

Spock moistened his lips. “Chocolate?”

“I did think we were having a private evening alone.” Jim laughed at himself. “Stupid me.”

“We will still have that night like I said. I will save your gift until.”

Jim smiled faintly and looked at the sehlat again.

“I am yours, by the way.”

“Oh, I am well aware of that, Captain.” Spock touched his fingers to Jim’s. “Rest, T’hy’la. I will be here, watching over you.”

Flash Fic, February 10, 2021

J’s Prompt:

In the cave when Prime told Jim that emotional transference is an
effect of the meld.

Everyone talks about the emotional transference JIM received.

How about the emotional transference PRIME received from Jim?

On Delta Vega

Jim turned away from the old Vulcan who claimed to be Spock, panting heavily. Tears blinded his vision. His heart hurt.

He vaguely heard the old Vulcan say something about “emotional transference”.

“Then you do feel?” Jim asked, not even sure why. He had never fallen into that ridiculous idea that Vulcans had no emotions.

“Yes,” Spock said.

There was something about his voice that had Jim turning. The old man had a hand resting on the wall of the ice cave. His eyes were half-closed, and he looked uncomfortable.

Jim hurried over, taking hold of his thin arms. “Are you all right? What’s wrong?”

He helped the old Vulcan over to sit on a smooth rock that appeared to resemble a chair almost. This place, this planet, was so cold. It seemed particularly cruel to strand Spock here. But then, Jim himself had been stranded here by Spock.

Jim crouched down beside him. “What is it?”

“Emotional transference works both ways I am afraid.”

Jim frowned. “Meaning?”

“I saw things…Jim.” Spock shook his head. “Your young life.”

“Oh.” Jim lowered his gaze and nodded. “Right. I didn’t mean for you to see all that.”

“I am aware, and I apologize. Knowing Jim, I would not have wanted you to experience what you have.”

“Life is life, I guess. We all have to make of it what we can.”

“That is true.” Spock reached out and took Jim’s hands in his, which was a surprise to Jim. He had never been shown kindness like this from a stranger, really, let alone someone claiming to be Spock, who’d angrily and coldly sent him here.

“Where you come from? Did I know my father?”

“He proudly lived to see you become Captain of the Enterprise.”

Jim took this in. “Going back in time, you changed all of our lives.”

“Yes,” Spock agreed. “And in some cases, yours, not for the better, I see.”

Spock still held onto Jim’s hands. Firmly and yet gently. Jim’s gaze rose and he stared into those brown eyes. There was something there…

“Spock, was your-your relationship. Just what was it with the me where you’re from?”

“You received emotional transference, Jim, what do you think?”

“I…”

Spock squeezed Jim’s hands then and then released them. “Do not think too hard on it for now, Jim. At some point, I believe it will become relevant. Right now there is an outpost some distance away that you and I must head for. We must get you safely back to the Enterprise so that you can become Captain, as you belong.”

Jim helped Spock up and shook his head, smiling slightly. “What did you see? From me? What emotional transference did you get?”

Spock hesitated. “I saw Frank, Tarsus, your mother, Sam, your feelings that you will never measure up to your father, to expectations, that you will never be loved. And all the emotions that surround those memories, those feelings.”

Jim sucked in a breath. “Wow. That kind of sucks. You-you got all that in a few seconds?”

“Our minds are extremely attuned.”

“They are?” Jim asked doubtfully.

“Yes. Come, Jim. There is no time to waste.”   

Flash Fic, February 08, 2021

Today begins the prompt flashes. There are only 5 so they will appear today, the 10th, the 12th, the 15th and the 17th. This one is from LPWriter. ” I’d like a flash fic about Spirk becoming adoptive parents. The conflict arises when Spock wants to adopt the child, but Kirk is concerned it will be interfere with their jobs as commanding officer. Will Spock convince him?”

This is my stab at it!

The conversation with his father stays with Spock for a long time. So much so that he spends even more time in meditation than usual, loses his concentration on the bridge, and gets out of plans he’d had with other crew members, in particular Jim.

He knows that Jim has noticed. Jim eyes Spock fervently. And in time, Spock will need to talk to Jim about it. About everything. But he is not yet ready.

Jim stops asking to spend time with Spock, then, and Spock knows this is not a good thing. They have been in a relationship for the past nine months. They are nearing the end of the five-year mission. He knows Jim is considering going out for another five years and if he does, Spock is uncertain how that will work. But he wants it to.

He has been thinking about this for two straight weeks, even Nyota has been giving him strange looks, and he is aware the crew knows he is to blame for Jim’s quiet, pensive mood.

So he goes to his captain’s quarters, prepared to explain everything.

Spock realizes he has left all of this too long. Jim’s gaze is rather cold, which is unlike him since they got together. In fact, the coldness there reminds Spock of the glacial blue directed his way on the day they met.

“What’s on your mind, Commander?” Jim asks. Spock recognizes the defensive move. Jim’s body language is highly defensive too. He’s wearing his pajamas, pants and a T-shirt, but while he usually does nothing to alter his appearance when Spock is there, this time he pulls on a regulation robe. He’s got his arms crossed in front of his chest, too.

“I would like to discuss our personal relationship and the consequences related to it.”

Jim purses his lips, but nods.

“May we sit?” Spock gestures to the small sofa in the sitting room of Jim’s quarters.

Jim walks over to sit down without comment. Spock joins him there.

“I would like to take the next step between us,” Spock says simply. “If you are amenable, I believe by regulation 213a we are required to file papers with the admiralty. I believe—

“Wait. What?” Jim’s mouth is hanging open and his eyes are wide.

“A bonding ceremony at the soonest opportunity on New Vulcan is wise, but I believe that you as well as our crew and friends would also prefer to experience a Terran traditional marriage ceremony.”

“Spock, Spock. Slow down.” Jim exhaled. “Is this…are you proposing?”

Spock nods. “Yes. We are, at this point, fully committed to the long-term, are we not?”

“Uh. I thought so.” Jim traces his lips with his tongue. “But…Spock, you, uh, you’ve been kind of distant and I thought, maybe, you were having second thoughts.”

“I am sorry for giving you that impression or causing you to doubt the sincerity of my feelings, Jim. Discussing this was something I should have already done, but recently, after a conversation with my father, it became more important.”

Jim seems to take this in. “What does Sarek have to do with this?”

And this is where it gets tricky.

“There is a…small Vulcan boy. My cousin’s son. He is half Vulcan and half Betazed. His parents were killed in the recent freighter ship crash on Loewen 12. He is but four years old and an orphan. No one wishes to take charge of him. My father would do so but he is troubled by some recent indications of declining health and would not like to put the child in a position of losing another parental figure.”

Jim’s eyes were so wide now that with his suddenly very pale skin, Spock is alarmed.

He continues anyway.

“The suggestion was made that you and I could foster the child with the ultimate goal formal adoption,” Spock says carefully. “However, the terms would require that we were a bonded pair to give some sense of stability. I know that it likely seems as though I am bringing up bonding and marriage solely so that we make take charge of this child, but…”

Jim lowered his gaze. “But?”

“That is not the case.  My love for you is unparalleled. There is no one I would rather spend my lifetime with and as I said I know I should have brought this up before, but I did feel as though there was no rush, but now—”

“There is.”

“Yes.”

“Spock, you know I love you.”

“But?”

Jim shakes his head. “There is no but. I’m willing to bond with and marry you. That’s never been an issue with me. Whenever you want to, I’m on board with that. I’ve never loved anyone. Not really. You’re it. That isn’t going to change if we wait another five years.”

And Spock is gladdened by this. He is.

“Then the issue is the adopting of the child?”

Jim laughs. It is a welcome sound even if it does sound a tad hysterical. “We’re on a starship, Spock. A child under those circumstances?”

“Our five-year mission is close to an end. I believe my father would care for him until we can take over his care.”

“So, then, what, we retire to raise a kid?”

Spock purses his lips this time. He tries not to show that he is disappointed in Jim’s response. He isn’t even sure why as he was certain Jim would not immediately agree.

“I…” Spock sighs. He cannot help it. He rises from the sofa and walks over to Jim’s terminal. Jim is watching his every move. He finds what he is looking for. “Come.”

Jim does. He rounds his desk and looks down at the holo portrait of the four-year-old boy. Spock hears the sharp intake of Jim’s breath. Sees the softening in Jim’s eyes as he focuses on the little pointed ears.

“Spock,” Jim whispers.

“Please, Ashaya.”

He pulls Jim down to sit on his lap, showing him all the information on the boy that Sarek has sent. They go over everything together and by the end, Jim has tears in his eyes.

“Jim?”

Jim takes a deep breath, then nods. “All right. Somehow…we’ll figure this out.”

Spock closes his eyes in relief and in the great magnitude of his love for this incredible human.

“Together.”

“Yes,” Jim agrees. “Always.”

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