Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

And here is the last September flash. A bit of a twist on the Academy. Next Friday will be October 03, 2025 so we will be in Halloween/Fall mode.

“Are there any questions?” Spock asked as he shut down the overhead screen in his classroom and turned to face the cadets in his class.

A hand went up in the middle of the second row.

“Cadet Lewis, you have a question?”

She brightened. “Is it true you used to date Captain Kirk?”

There were several audible snickers.

Spock barely held back his sigh.

“Any questions pertaining to the actual content of today’s lesson?”

No hands went up.

“Dismissed.”

As the cadets began to file out of the classroom, he noticed a few spotted the man sitting in the shadows at the top of the stadium style seating, but they didn’t seem to recognize him, though he did earn a few curious glances.

When the cadets were gone, the man stood up and walked toward Spock.

“Used to, huh?” Jim chuckled.

“I suppose it is sort of true,” Spock replied. “We no longer ‘date’ since we are mates.”

“We went to a nice dinner last night, doesn’t that count as a date?” Jim leaned over and gave Spock a quick kiss.

The door of the classroom opened and Cadet Lewis came hurrying back in.

“Sorry, Professor, I think I dropped my lipstick…” She stopped in her tracks, eyes wide as she stared at them. “S-sir.”

Jim smiled. “Cadet Lewis.”

She scrambled over to where she’d been sitting, bent down and retrieved her lipstick. She straightened.

“So it is true!” she exclaimed. “But you still are dating, aren’t you?”

“Cadet—” Spock began.

“Commander Spock is my husband,” Jim explained.

“Oh wow! Wait until I tell Margery!”

Jim laughed.

Lewis blushed. “Congratulations, Captain, Commander.”

“Thanks. You’d better be on your way, Cadet. I have Starfleet business to discuss with your professor.”

“Yes, of course.” She hurried from the classroom.

“What Starfleet business?” Spock asked.

“Ship repairs will be completed by the end of the week, so your temporary teaching assignment concludes then too.”

Spock nodded. “I cannot say I am sorry to hear it. Though if you take an eventual promotion to admiral, I might consider returning to teach at the Academy.”

“You don’t want to command a starship?”

“I have no desire to serve on a ship you are not on,” Spock stated simply.

Jim reached over and squeezed his hand. Then he glanced around. “Boy, this all brings back memories.”

“Fond ones?”

Jim grinned. “Well, my fondest are in what used to be your office when you slammed me down on your desk and—”

Spock shut him up with a kiss.   

Hard to believe only one week left after this for Academy month! Then we move on to October’s theme. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Here’s this week!

There really wasn’t any reason to stay any longer, and yet Jim knew he was lingering.

Professor Spock was resting in the hospital bed, though he was awake and had been conversing with Jim and members of the staff. He’d messaged someone Spock had asked him to so could come be with him.

He’d been assured Spock would be fine would likely be released in the morning.

And yet, he was reluctant to leave.

“Well, I guess, I should be—” He started to say for like the fourth time. But something always interrupted him. The last time, a nurse had brought Sprock a vegetarian soup for him to sip.

This time he was interrupted when the person Jim had messaged about Spock arrived.

Nyota Uhura.

Jim was well familiar with her. She’d been snooty from the moment he’d spoken to her at the bar in Riverside. He didn’t really feel like dealing with her fawning over Spock now.

And of course she ran right over to Spock and started fussing with him and the position he was in and his pillows.

Of course she had to be the one.

Jim grimaced. “Anyway, since your girlfriend’s here, I’m going to get going,” he said loudly.

They both stopped and then stared at Jim. He couldn’t tell if it was because they forgot he was even there or what.

Spock’s mouth hung open slightly. “Nyota is not my girlfriend.”

Jim was nonplused by this.

Spock seemed a bit dazed himself. “I thought…” He trailed off and oddly enough blushed.

Uhura cleared her throat. “I think I’m going to run to the cafeteria for some tea.” She leaned down to kiss Spock’s forehead. “I’ll be back.”

Jim watched her leave, admittedly confused. He wasn’t sure what just happened.

 “Uh.” He knew he sounded lame.

Spock was still looking embarrassed. “I apologize, Jim. I assumed…”

Jim got closer. “Assumed what?”

Spock did not meet his gaze. “That you shared my interest. If I have misinterpreted—”

Jim’s eyes widened and he leaned over Spock to kiss him on the lips.

When he pulled back, Spock’s dark eyes were filled with warmth.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s me who hit my head,” Jim joked.

“Perhaps I was too subtle.”

Jim shook his head and then nodded. “Yeah, maybe you were. But I get it now.”

He kissed Spock again.

A throat cleared and Jim looked over to see Uhura smirking, holding a cup in her hand.

“Everything worked out now?” she asked.

Jim sat on the edge of Spock’s bed and grasped Spock’s hand in his. “Yep.”

She chuckled and came further into the room. “Now how exactly did you hit your head, Professor?”

Spock replied, “As it happens…”