Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

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Star Trek Alternate Universe

Flash Fic, January 31, 2022

And so Love month begins with an obvious AU

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“That shy librarian is here.”

Spock looked up from his notes so fast and rather violently he nearly knocked over his tea. As it was a few drops landed on his notes. He fought back aiming a glare at his mother for stirring in him a reaction best left dormant.

But his mother smiled, unfazed by his hard stare. “He’s absolutely adorable, Spock. You should ask him out.”

“He is Human.”

‘You are half yourself,” she reminded him with an elegant raised eyebrow. “And really, poor boy, hardly anyone talks to him.”

That much was true. Why the beautiful blond haired blue eyed Human was working as a librarian in the Federation Literature Building on Vulcan, Spock couldn’t guess. The man was shy and wore glasses that just made him more, as his mother said, “adorable”.

Once or twice, Spock had seen the librarian walking home from the library to a stark, plain apartment building Spock knew had furnished apartments for outsiders to rent while on Vulcan.

He and his mother were currently having tea just on the other side of that building.  

The truth was, his mother was also quite correct that Spock wanted to ask him out.

“Go on,” she urged. “He’s just over there at that table by himself. Ask him out and then have him join us.”

Spock almost said no, but what was that old Earth saying about cutting off his nose to spite his face?”

“It’s almost Valentine’s Day, you know.”

Spock blinked at her. “So?”

“The perfect time to find new love.”

He sighed and pushed back. “It is a date, Mother. Let us not get ahead of ourselves.”

But she grinned, her dark eyes, which he’d inherited, twinkling.

The shy librarian’s eyes widened behind the thick glasses as Spock sat at the chair across from him.

“My name is Spock.”


“May I have your name?”

“Jim Kirk.”

“Hello, Jim. I would like for you to join my mother and me for tea over there if you are willing,” then Spock paused, “Also, are you free for dinner?”



“With you and your mother?”

“No. With me.”

Jim’s mouth hung open for a moment, and then his tongue came out to trace his lips.

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “I am.”

Spock nodded. “Join us?”

Jim looked. “I’ve seen you two before. Your mother is Human?”

“Indeed. Apparently, fondness for Humans is a family trait in my family.” Spock rose and gestured for Jim to do so too. “Shall I carry your teapot for you?”

He was rewarded with a bright smile.

As he carried the teapot over to the table where his mother waited, Jim brought his cup.

“Hi,” Jim said to Spock’s mother. “I’m Jim.”

“I’m Amanda. It’s a pleasure, Jim.”

Flash Fic December 31, 2021

Happy New Year

Jim smiles to himself as the message makes it to him. Not via PADD, although he’s certain that’s waiting for him, too, but he’s walking back from HQ to the apartment and he hasn’t looked.

It’s now 12:01. He hadn’t meant to leave so late, but there was so much to do, so much to plan for, and with Komack currently out of commission it fell to Jim.

Happy New Year, he said in kind, then added, I Miss You.

He stopped on the way at his favorite pizza place, knowing Jock would keep it open for Jim, which was why had had called ahead.

“Here you go, Admiral. Extra cheese just like you like it.”

“Thank you. And Happy New Year.”

The apartment was dark, of course, until Jim set the lights on, then put his pizza down. There was some old legend, he’d long forgotten the source for it, that said you’d spend the year doing what you did that first day, so that meant he’d be eating pizza, he guessed.

After grabbing a slice, he checked his PADD and sure enough there was a message from Spock.

Happy New Year, T’hy’la. I miss you more than I can say. We’ve come along way together in the last two years and I know that together our love and bond will only grow stronger. I cannot wait to be reunited.

Jim smiled faintly. Two years ago, his heart remained cold to Spock when Spock returned after rejecting Jim. But a year ago, he’d given Spock a second chance. Their relationship was better than it had been before Spock had rejected him, and though Spock was currently off Earth due to Sarek’s illness, everything was good and Jim didn’t miss Spock too much.

But boy was his Vulcan a mushy romantic these days.

He typed that very thing and only a moment later he got a response.

Yes. You are eating pizza.

Through the bond

Jim chuckled. “How did you know?” he asked out loud.

I can smell it.

Smell it? Is there smellivision in the bond?

That would be convenient, but no. Open the door, Admiral.

Smiling big, Jim rose from the table, ran to the front door, and greeted his husband with open arms and a big kiss.

“Now it’s a Happy New Year.”

Jim and Spock from His Heart Remained Cold and Spock’s Second Chance

Christmas in July, Post 8

I’d almost forgotten this story when J mentioned it the other day, so with that in mind, I decided to do one of the flashes for this month on Kirk’s Children.

“I love you, Daddy,” M’Rasha declared as Jim scooped his seven-year-old daughter up into his arms.

“I love you more.”


Jim laughed. “Yep.”

She shook her blonde head. Recently, she’d asked Granny to cut her hair, so her long ringlets were gone and replaced by a cute little bob.

“I love you much more!”

Jim scoffed. “I love you much much more.”

She gave him a look that reminded her of Spock. Definitely his influence. “I love you mostest.”

He laughed outright. “Okay, you win. That’s not a word though.”

“Are the two of you finished with your illogical game?”

And speaking of the love of his life. One of them anyway. Two others were M’Rasha and M’Nisarr, his son. His cup runneth over.  

Spock held the remaining love of his life. For now, anyway. A small part Human, part Vulcan boy of two months who had been created with both their DNAs. He had dark hair, pointed ears, and the bluest of eyes.

M’Rasha gazed down at her brother from her height in Jim’s arm. “Saran looks like he’s going potty again, Daddy.”

Spock sighed. “No doubt. I will go and change him.”

“Meet us by the tree in the living room when you’re finished.”

Jim bent down slightly in the kitchen to pick up the mug of hot chocolate. The mug was made out of unbreakable material after one too many messes when his daughter had dropped her mug.

He carried her to the living room where M’Nisarr, Granny, and Grandpa all sat by the Christmas tree.

His mother and Spock’s father now split their time between Earth and New Vulcan. For the Terran holidays, they were here with Spock and Jim in San Francisco. In the summer, they’d been married in a ceremony on New Vulcan. It was weird, yes, but not really in a bad way. His mother was quite happy and Sarek was content.

Starfleet had decided that they weren’t quite ready to allow children on a Starship, so Admiral Kirk sat behind a desk most days and Spock resumed teaching at the Academy. It was a good life. Especially now with the addition of Saran.

Jim set M’Rasha down so she could plop herself in Granny’s lap, one of her favorite places to sit. Spock came up beside Jim, holding a newly changed Saran.

Jim leaned over to place a reasonably chaste kiss on Spock’s lips. “Love you.

“Love you more,” Spock said with a twinkle in his eyes.

Jim grinned. “Love you much—”

“James Tiberius,” his mother admonished.

He laughed. “Well. Anyway. Whose gonna start the first Christmas Carol?”

“You, Daddy!” M’Nisarr yelled.

Since they both called he and Spock Daddy, Jim wasn’t really sure which one they meant, but he met Spock’s gaze.

“Want to start it together?”

Spock arched a brow. “You know that I am not fond of singing Terran Christmas songs.”

“Fine then.” Jim walked over to his son, picked up M’Nisarr as he had previously done his sister, and said, “Come on. We’ll start it together.”

M’Nisarr smiled shyly but he nodded.

“Hark the Herald Angels Sing, Glory to Our Newborn King!”

Christmas in July, Post 6

Here we come a-Wassailing
Among the leaves so green,
Here we come a wandering,
So fairly to be seen.
Here we come a wandering
So fairly to be seen.
Love and joy come to you
And to you a Wassail too
God bless you and send you,
A Happy New Year
God send you a Happy New Year.

“Captain? Jim?”

Jim turned off the water in the shower. “Uh. Sorry, Spock. Was I too loud?”

“You were quite…boisterous.”

“Can you hand me that towel, Spock?”

Spock handed Jim the big towel, gaze averted.

Jim used it to briefly dry off, then wrapped it around him.

“I guess I’m a little excited for the holiday party.”

Spock finally looked at him. “I was unaware you were particularly fond of Terran celebrations.”

“Sure. I mean, you know.” Jim shrugged. “With Carol Marcus back on the ship…”

“I see. Then you intend to make your move as they say.”

Jim smiled. “You could say that. You’ll be there, right?”

Spock made a small face, but he nodded. “I did say I would. Unlike you, I am not anticipating it at all.”

“It good for crew morale. See you there.”

And he exited the bathroom to get ready.

Much later, Jim was approached at the holiday celebration by Bones.

The doctor looked him up and down. “You pulled out all the stops tonight. I hate to admit it, Jim, but you’re looking particularly fetching.”

Jim laughed and batted his lashes. “Why thank you.”

“Got some kind of plan?”

“I do.” Jim surveyed the party goers. “I’m finally going to act on my feelings.”

“Oh?” Bones smirked. “Sure of yourself, are you?”

“Not remotely,” Jim admitted. “But hopeful.” He put his hand on Bones’ arm. “I see the object of my affection. Catch you later.”

He started to cross the room.

“Oh! Jim! There you are.” Carol Marcus moved in front of him. She wore a sparkly Christmas green dress. She smiled prettily at him. “I’ve been waiting for you to arrive.”

“Don’t you look beautiful? Hi, Carol.”

“Want to get a drink?” she asked.

“I’d love to.”

She started to link her arm with his.

“But…I’ll have to take a raincheck.”

Her face fell. “I-I don’t understand.”

“There’s someone else I’m hoping to spend time with tonight. I’m sorry.”

Jim moved away and then stopped in the middle of the rec room. He could no longer see the object of his affection. His disappointment threatened to choke him. He turned around.


Jim almost ran, afraid to be disappointed again, if he was too late.

He stopped, held up the mistletoe and then delated, suddenly feeling foolish.

“Captain?” Spock arched a brow. “Are you all right?”

“No.” Jim shook his head. “Spock—”

“What? What is wrong?” Spock put his hands on Jim’s forearms.

“I just…I realized this was a really bad idea.” Jim moistened his lips. “Want to get out of here?”

“Leave the holiday party?” Spock frowned minutely. “I thought your intention was to make your move on Doctor Marcus.”

“No, my intent was to make my move on you,” Jim clarified. “I brought…mistletoe.”


“Yeah, it’s a thing, where…”

Spock shook his head. “I know what it is.”

Jim searched Spock’s face. “You do? Spock, I…”

“Am I to understand your intentions were toward me and not Doctor Marcus?”  

Jim laughed. It was all just so absurd. “Yeah. I was trying to be coy and subtle and that never works for me.”

Spock’s lips twitched. “Yes.”


“I would like to leave the holiday party and go to your quarters.”

Jim’s mood was definitely improving. “Yeah? You would?”

“Indeed. I would prefer to make my move on you in private.”

Jim grinned. “Well, Merry Christmas to me!”

“Love and Joy come to you?” Spock asked as he took Jim’s arm and led him from the party.

“I sure hope so, Spock. I sure hope so.”

Flash Fic June 28, 2021

And the conclusion…

In the morning, Spock approached Jim’s biobed cautiously. He still slept and the doctor had told Spock he’d had a restless night.

So had Spock.

Nyota had broached the subject as to whether Jim would ever recall his relationship with Spock and how the memory loss might be more permanent than McCoy suggested.  She had apologized afterward, but the idea had taken root in Spock’s mind.

At McCoy’s recommendation Spock had blocked their bond, but it felt uncomfortable to do so.

Spock was about to turn away when he heard Jim moan softly. He crept closer instead.

After a few seconds, the lids of Jim’s eyes lifted to reveal blue.

“Spock?” Jim croaked.

“How do you feel?” Spock asked cautiously. He did not want to hope too much.

“Weak. What-what happened?”

“You were injured during the mission to Alta Five.”

Jim blinked. “Can’t feel you.”


“Are you shielding?”

Spock’s heart raced in his side. “Then…you remember we are bonded?”

Jim frowned. “Of course. Spock—”

Spock bent down and kissed Jim passionately, unshielding as he did so.

Jim smiled when Spock pulled back. “That’s better.”

“Much.” Spock definitely agreed.

“You’d better tell me what’s been happening.”

Spock held his hand. It was warm and the best feeling in the world to Spock, as their palms rested against each other.

“I will, ashayam. But first, let me get McCoy.”

“Hungry!” Jim called after him.

Spock smiled.

Flash Fic, June 25, 2021

“Do you understand what I’m telling you, Spock?”

“Yes, Doctor. Jim does not recall that we are together.”

McCoy nodded. “Yep. I’m sorry. I think he’s going to come out of the amnesia but it could take a bit of time.”

“Can I still go and see him?”

“Sure. But don’t expect a loving, romantic reunion, is all I’m saying.”

Spock arched a brow. “I won’t be long.”

McCoy patted his arm. “I’ll give you some privacy.”

Spock entered the area containing Jim’s biobed. He had his eyes closed and still looked pale to Spock. He opened his eyes when Spock approached.

“Hi,” Jim said softly.


“Bones said, um, that you and I are…”


Jim shook his head. “Strange.”

“And why is that?”

“We once hated each other.”

“I never hated you. But even still, that was a long time ago. Even prior to our relationship we had become friends,” Spock gently reminded him.

“Yeah. I know. Just…I don’t know what I’m trying to say. Sorry.”

“You owe no apology,” Spock told him. “Please rest. I will come again later.”

Spock turned away in disappointment even as Jim went back to closing his eyes. It was temporary, he tried to remind himself. Surely it was so.

to be continued

Flash Fic, June 23, 2021

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

Jim shook his head. “Uh. I dunno. Waking up here in medbay, I guess.”

Bones frowned. “And nothing at all about the mission or the landing party?”


“Well. You did get conked on the head. It’s probably temporary.”


Bones smiled slightly. “Most likely. I’m keeping you overnight and then I can release you to your quarters under supervision and observation of Spock.”

Jim paused. Then asked, slowly, “Spock?”

“Yes. He’s waiting to see you.”


“Oh likely because he’s worried sick.”

“Doesn’t want to take over captain duties?” Jim asked, puzzled.

“Jim, what do you remember about who Spock is?”

“First officer.”

“And that’s it?”

Jim thought. “Science officer. Vulcan and Human.” Jim smiled. Shook his head. “Pain in the ass.”

He could see Bones’ face change and definitely not in a good way.

“What?” Jim asked.

“Spock is…your husband, Jim.”

“My what?” Jim laughed. “Spock? Oh come on, Bones. Pull the other one. He’s with Uhura.”

“No, not for a long time. You and Spock got married and bonded last year.”

“That’s crazy.”

“I thought so, but it’s true,” Bones said wryly. “You’d better rest, Jim. I think I better go have a word with Spock.”

Jim shook his head as Bones walked away. Him and Spock? Maybe it was Bones who got conked in the head. But, now that he thought about it, he was feeling pretty sleepy. He closed his eyes.

to be continued

Flash Fic, June 18, 2021

 “When will he wake up?” Jim asked Bones quietly.

He was in the medbay watching from a distance as Uhura sat by Spock’s side. According to Bones, Spock was in a healing trance.

“Hard to tell, Jim,” Bones replied. “I hear it can last for hours or days, depending on the extent of what needs to be healed. Spock was in a bad way, so I think we can expect a longer time.”

Jim nodded, squeezed Bones’ arm, and then went to Spock’s biobed. Uhura stood up immediately and wiped at her eyes.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yes. He-he asked for you before he went into the trance.”

Jim took Spock’s hand.

“I can leave if you want to sit with him.”

“I’d like to, but I’m needed on the bridge. I’d like you to sit with him, if you can. He needs a friend to watch him. And then later, when he needs to come out, I’d rather…”

Uhura embraced him. “I get it. I’ll do what needs to be done to get him out of it when the time comes. I know you don’t want to hit him.”

“Right.” Jim’s throat hurt. “Thanks.”

“He’s going to be okay.”

“I know.” Jim leaned over and kissed Spock’s forehead. “See you soon, sweetheart.”

Then he took another hug from Uhura and went back to the bridge to wait.

Some hours later, he was commed.

“Uhura to the bridge.”

“Kirk here.” His heart raced.

“Captain…he’s awake.” She paused. He heard the smile in her voice. “And grumpy.”

Flash Fic, June 11, 2021

“Captain, it was never my intention to—”

Jaw tight, body rigid, his captain glared daggers of ice at Spock. “I don’t want to hear it, Commander. Get out.”

Spock stood just inside the door to Jim’s quarters. That his captain was extremely angry he made very clear.


“I said get out. That’s an order.”

Spock tugged down his Science blue shirt, pursed his lips, and wondered if it was worth arguing further. Based on the cold fury in Jim’s eyes, he decided not. With a nod, he exited Jim’s quarters and went to his own.

Once there, Spock changed out of his uniform into much more casual attire, regulation pajamas. Then he went into the bathroom he shared with Jim, opened the door to Jim’s quarters and walked in.

Jim, arms folded in front of his chest defensively, gave him a look. It was mildly less hostile than before.

“Jim, may I speak?”

Jim turned away and walked over to his own wardrobe, pulling off his own uniform shirts. Spock waited. When he had pulled a T-shirt on, he turned back to Spock.


Spock allowed himself to feel some relief. “It was never my intention to challenge your authority in front of the crew. I was out of line.”


Spock approached Jim where he stood. “There is no finer captain in Starfleet than you. And there is no one I respect or admire more both as my commanding officer and as my friend. That I made you doubt that, I regret immensely.”

“Okay, Spock,” Jim said softly. “I forgive you.”

Spock felt that it should not be that easy and he wondered if indeed it was not. But Jim’s gaze was softer and more open than it had previously been.

“I will not do it again,” Spock promised.

Jim’s lips twitched. “Oh you probably will.”


“But right now, we’re not captain and commander. We’re Jim and Spock. Off duty, out of uniform, out of words.”

Spock’s brows furrowed, but then cleared when Jim stepped close. Spock closed his arms around Jim and pulled him close. Jim’s arms came around Spock as he buried his face into Spock’s neck. Spock closed his eyes, grateful for Jim’s forgiveness and understanding. It was quite difficult managing a relationship with your commanding officer and made more so because that officer was Jim. Their relationship would never be easy for Spock. Or for Jim, he suspected. But it was more than worth it for both of them.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I know you do,” Jim replied. And it was as good as Spock would get. He knew that. Jim had not yet said those words to Spock, but Spock was patient. They would come.  

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