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March 01, 2021 Flash Fic

So for flashes this month, I’m going to do something a little different. The flashes for March will all be no more than 100 words. So, I will tell a little snippet of a tale in those 100 words or less. Here is today’s! (I used Archer’s quarters, simply because I liked his better than the teeny one in TOS…we never really see Jim’s in the AOS movies, except his closet and sink in Beyond).

Jim woke to gentle rubbing on his back and for a moment he just let the rubbing continue, eyes still closed.

“Jim, you are due on the bridge in thirty minutes.”

He groaned. “Just a few more.”

“You will be late,” came the murmur.

For a few second, Jim mulishly thought, ‘So what. I’m the captain. What will they do?’

He sighed then, opened his eyes, and turned to lie on his back to stare up at the ceiling. His heart rate picked up as he thought of all the ramifications.

“So, now we’re a thing?”

“Yes,” Spock replied.   

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.”

Throwback Thursday February 18, 2021

Bones Gets Married

Published in January 2017, I used a little trickery to imply Jim and Spock might not be together only to reveal they were at the end.

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.”

Photo by Karolina Grabowska on Pexels.com

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.”

Throwback Thursday February 04, 2021

Today’s throwback is Sleeping With Spock which was published in September 2018

Flash Fic (Roommates), January 22, 2021

Decided to do this from Amanda’s point of view

It was  a rare occasion when Amanda’s son asked to meet with her. It wasn’t at all that Spock did not love her. She knew he did, though he had not said so since he was a very small boy. She knew it, nonetheless.

But Spock, being Spock and Vulcan, he was not very sociable. And certainly not with his parents.

They were currently in San Francisco, though, where Spock was going to school and she had hoped to see him while there. On her own of course. Sarek was still not pleased with their son’s choices, though he had welcomed a visit just before the holidays with Spock.

Still the late invitation to meet with Spock at one of the family’s favorite restaurants had been surprising and unusual enough that Amanda was certain something was up.

When she arrived to be seated, Spock had already arrived and been waiting for her. Amanda herself was punctual, but Spock was always early.

He stood when she approached the table he had selected, but she waved him back into place. She knew better than to greet him with a hug or kiss.

She smiled though, very pleased to see him. “You look well.”

“Thank you, Mother. You do as well.” Spock hesitated. Then said, “I have moved locations.”

“You’re not at the dorm anymore?” This was surprising news to her. “I thought you liked staying with that boy. Um. Jim?”

Amanda had been surprised how warm Spock’s eyes had gotten when discussing his roommate, because that had not been like her son at all. She’d even theorized out loud to Sarek that Spock might have a crush on his roommate but Sarek had downplayed the idea.

At that moment, the waiter arrived with a pot of tea Spock had ordered and they both ordered their usual favorite dishes at the restaurant.

Spock poured them tea and said, “Yes, Jim. Jim moved with me.”

She paused in the middle of stirring sweetener into her tea. “Did he?”

Her son shook his head. “It was not my intention, initially but then…”

“Then?”

“He inferred that moving out would be ‘ditching’ him, he realized I intended to move because I was not comfortable living with him, and he thought we were friends and…” Spock paused.

“Wait. You wanted to move out to get away from him?”

Spock nodded.

Amanda frowned. “I see. Well. Then, Spock, was it wise to have him move with you? I don’t really understand.”

“Nor do I. But his clear disappointment in me drove me to alter my plan and I said he could move with me. Completely illogical.”

“Hmm. I had gotten the impression you liked Jim.”

“I do.”

“Yet you were uncomfortable living with him. It can’t be because he’s human, since you lived with me.” She laughed. But Spock did not look amused. “Spock, will you explain?”

He blew out a long breath and took several sips of tea. Then the waiter arrived with their dinner, so Amanda ate for a bit before pressing him.

“Spock?”

“The reason I was uncomfortable living with Jim is that I developed feeling of affection for him.” Spock looked away. “More than friendship.”

Then Amanda had been right. Of course she would gloat to Sarek later. Right now this required her serious attention.

“Well. Why didn’t you tell Jim that you wished to consider him…romantically?”

“That is not an easy conversation for me. And while I was still contemplating the exact nature of my emotional attachment to him, I saw him with a paramour.”

“Oh.” Amanda tried not to sigh. And be affronted on her son’s behalf. She hated seeing her quite sensitive son getting hurt. “Well.”

“I did not wish to live with Jim while experiencing unrequited love. But when he expressed disappointment, I could not refrain from inviting him to move with me.”

“Is that why you wanted to see me?” Amanda guessed.

Spock nodded. “Today was moving day. It went well enough, but Jim already mentioned each of us having intimate partners over and I…”

“What?” She asked gently.

“I am not comfortable having him bring paramours over.”

Amanda sat back. “I think that you have to be honest with him, Spock. I recommend expressing your deeper feelings to him.”

“And when he says he does not share them?”

If he says that, then you must accept it of course. But I think perhaps his expressed disappointment at exiting your sharing the dorm with him just might be because he has similar feelings and just doesn’t know how to tell you.”

“Doubtful.”

She smiled softly. “If you aren’t comfortable telling him how you feel personally about him, then at the least you should tell him you aren’t comfortable with him bringing lovers over to your apartment. If he doesn’t accept your terms, then he’s welcome to move back to the dorms. Your feelings and needs matter too, Spock. Speak up for yourself.”

Spock knew she was right and agreed, but he forecast that he’d have another stomachache when he had such a conversation with Jim. But if it sent Jim packing, it would be, perhaps, for the best.

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