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Star Trek AOS

Flash Fic, May 28, 2021

Jim + Spock

Jim + Spock

Jim + Spock

Jim + Spock

Jim + Spock

Jim + Spock

“Oh. My. God.”

Jim Kirk looked up from the pad of paper he’d been scribbling on to the wide-eyed incredulous stare of Leonard “Bones” McCoy .


“I thought you were actually taking notes during that lecture only to find out you’re writing that crap instead.”

Jim snorted. “Notes? You have to be kidding.”

“I don’t know, Jim. I thought maybe we came here to attend this conference to learn something. Silly me. You’re acting like a lovestruck school—”

“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.” He leaned back in his chair. “It’s not that I don’t want to learn, Bones, but on this particular subject—”


Just then the lecturer approached their table. The man, Abraham Waller, hurried over to Jim.

“Captain Kirk! What a pleasure.”

“Hello, Abraham. It’s great to see you. And please, it’s Jim.”

“Jim.” He glanced at Bones. “You must be Doctor McCoy. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Bones, looking unusually uncertain for him, shook Abraham’s hand. “Yes, I am. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Great lecture and subject.”

“Thank you, but of course Jim’s responsible for the course material and all that I spoke of.”

Bones stared at Jim, mouth hanging open. He closed it. “Of course.”

“Jim, if you’re available this evening, my wife and I would love to meet you for dinner.”

“That would be great. Contact me later with the information and we’ll set something up.” Jim smiled.

“I will. Nice to meet you again, Doctor.”

Bones gave him a look. “You could have told me, you know.”

Jim shrugged. “And missed that shocked look on your face?”

“What could you have told the doctor?”

“Oh, hey, Spock.”

“Jim here pretty much wrote our last lecture.”

Spock nodded. “I am aware.”

“Wait, you told Spock but—”


Spock glanced down at Jim’s pad. “Jim + Spock? What does that mean, Captain?”

“It means that your captain is a school—”

Jim laughed. “Actually, Abraham Waller wants to have dinner, how about you be my plus one?”

“Very well, I accept.”

Bones grimaced. “Just like that?”

“Just like what, Doctor?”

Bones sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.  “Jim just asked you out on a date, your first date, and you agreed without so much as a by your leave.”

Spock stared at him. “As a matter of fact I have gone on several dates with the captain.”

Dates?” Bones asked, incredulous.


“Dates like to dinner.”

“We often dine in the mess together.”

Bones chuckled. “That doesn’t count. That’s a group thing. Movies, romantic dinners, long walks, that kind of thing. That’s a date, Spock. Not chess or eating in the mess.”

Spock seemed to consider this. “I see. That is the only definition of dates with regard to the captain?”

Jim smirked as Bones seemed quite satisfied with the entire thing.

“Well, was there something else you consider a date, Spock?” Bones asked, grinning.

Spock shrugged. “So, the numerous occasions we engaged in sexual intercourse do not, in fact, count?”

Bones choked. “What?”

Jim rose. “You should have minded your own business, Bones. Come on, Spock. Let’s get ready for our first date according to Bones.”

Flash Fic, June 12, 2020

He was pretty sure based on the way his leg was twisted and bent beneath him that it was broken. He was also certain he had a pretty nasty head wound. Warm blood still flowed from it.

And no one was around.

He honestly figured this was it. The end. Again.

He’d died before and it felt like this. Hopeless. Painful. Over.

He sucked in a painful breath that caused him to cough and blood splurted from his mouth. Great. Just…

Strange bell-like sound and then—

“Enterprise, I’ve found the captain. Two to beam up.”

His eyes closed as Spock leaned over him.

His eyes opened as Bones leaned over him.

“How are you feeling?”

“Pretty terrible.”

A nod.

“It’s okay, Jim. You’re going to be okay.”


And then Bones moved away and it was Spock leaning over him.

Jim smiled weakly. “Hey thanks.”

“Your thanks are not necessary.”

“Still. Bones says…gonna live. You saved…”

Spock kissed his forehead. “Rest and save your strength, t’hy’la.”

He frowned as Spock moved away.

Bones reappeared. “What’s the matter?”

“Did Spock just kiss me?”    

Flash Fic, April 27, 2020

Spock found his captain ruminating on the observation deck, where he could usually be found after a problematic mission. Fewer missions were these days, Spock mused. The crew and her officers being far more experienced than their first years. Still, like now, there were times when missions went terribly wrong.

“Hi, Spock.”

He was not surprised Jim knew of his presence even before his footsteps sounded on the floor in approach. Their link was strong, deep, and impenetrable by outside forces now.

“Doctor McCoy advised you insisted on being released.”

“Nothing wrong with me that a few days of sleep won’t cure.”

“Jim, the mission…”

“I know, babe. It’s just…that one was a little rough.”

“Ensign Davers was quite young.”

“Yeah. And will never get older now.” Jim sighed. Turned to look at Spock. “I’m grateful you’re safe.”

“As I am filled with gratitude for your apparent health.” Spock paused. “Come to our quarters. It has been too long since you’ve had anything proper to eat. And you could use a shower.”

“Saying I smell?”

“Certainly not. But your muscles are ill-used. I would like to pamper you. Cleanse you. Take care of you.”

Jim blinked rapidly and Spock knew he was trying to keep the moisture that threatened at bay. He didn’t hesitate any longer. He pulled his husband close, wrapping his arms around Jim and holding him as tightly as he dared.

“Thank you,” Jim whispered. “I love you. So much.”

Spock closed his eyes. “I love you too.”

Flash Fic, April 20, 2020

The door slammed shut behind Jim making him wince. He didn’t miss the way Spock’s back stiffened around the shoulders.

“Uh, sorry. Didn’t know it was going to do that.” He sidled up beside Spock, who was looking out at the yard, though Jim wasn’t really sure what there was to look at. Nothing but dirt for miles.

This place was…desolate to say the least. And the sooner they could get off this wreck of a planet and back up to the Enterprise, the better.


“Of course, Captain.”

Whenever Spock used that snooty tone, well, Jim was torn between two things. Being turned on, okay, well, with Spock there was always an element of that, and knowing he was in big fat trouble.

“What they said in there.”

“Is this when you tell me they didn’t mean it?” Spock’s voice was as cold as a glacier.    

“No. They meant it. And it was cruel and nasty and unacceptable. I won’t tolerate xenophobia or their disrespect to you.”

Spock turned to look at him. “Captain…”

Jim shook his head. “Every one of them is going to have a mark on their record. If we get out of this.”

“We will get out of this.”

He smiled a little. “I know. And the first Space Station we can reach, I’m getting rid of Hanson. I’ve already told him.”

“The appearance of…”

“This has nothing to do with our personal relationship, Spock. You’re my first officer as well as my science officer. A brilliant member of Starfleet. You deserve respect and nothing less.”

“Very well.”

Jim put his hand on Spock’s arm. “And this is coming from me…Jim. The guy who is crazy in love with you. I’m really sorry they said that shit to you and hurt you. I really want to kick their asses.”

Spock’s lips turned upward just a bit. “T’hy’la.”

“No, I mean it. Fuckers. I wish I could take every one of them out. But I can’t.”

Spock nodded. “I know.”

“When we get home, I want to wrap myself around you and hold you forever.” He paused. “Or at least until we have to go on shift.”

“I would like that very much,” Spock said softly. “I am used to behavior such as theirs.”

“I know. And I hate that you have to be used to it.” Jim put his hand on Spock’s face. “Let’s get to work. I can’t wait to get off this rock.”

“Agreed, Captain.”

And they turned to go back into the shack to figure out how to return to the Enterprise.

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

This one is a little sad, but it’s thinking of all those who don’t get to be with their family every holiday season.

It was completely illogical. And ridiculous besides.

Spock acknowledged that. He could do little else. But he was feeling entirely melancholy ever since he’d received Jim’s message.

Oh, he had expected it.

His husband, bondmate, and T’hy’la had been away from home for six months already. And Spock knew Jim’s diplomatic undertakings on Starbase 56, a new base in a new sector, and therefore, so far, unnamed, were ongoing. In their weekly video calls Jim had advised that everything was going well, but wasn’t nearing completion any time soon.

They’d faced separations before, but never this long.

And not during Jim’s favorite time, the holiday season. Spock hadn’t ever cared about it. Jim had always rushed head first into any celebration they’d ever had. Jim’s family had celebrated Christmas during the good times, and even, he’d said, during some of the bad ones, but Spock’s family hadn’t celebrated anything. His mother’s background had been Jewish, but she never mentioned anything with regard to it to Spock, and Spock was certain that was by agreement with Sarek. Spock had been raised as though he were fully Vulcan, and perhaps stricter still than Spock’s siblings because of Sarek’s disappointment in them.

Spock had told Jim early on he had no interest in holidays only to be faced with the desolation Jim sometimes wore on his face and then, even worse, the resigned defeat, and so Spock quickly changed his mind and let Jim be in charge of all the celebrations he desired. And if Spock still found them somewhat absurd, they made his T’hy’la smile, and that was enough for him.

Until now, Spock hadn’t realized how used to it all he’d become. And as he surveyed their lonely San Francisco loft apartment, devoid of decorations, warmth, and Jim, he realized he had not only gotten used to Jim’s celebrations, he’d learned to like them.

Spock sat down heavily on the couch with his tea and PADD and once more read Jim’s message.

Hi Sweetheart

This message is particularly hard for me to write. I’m sorry I missed our video call. It’s just gotten so crazy busy with the talks lately. Plus there’s some instability in the sector. Nothing to worry about though, Spock. I see your frown. I’m safe.

But it means I’m not going to get away from even a week for the holidays. I don’t know, now they’re saying we might be here until spring. I hope not, but there it is. I can’t get away.

I know the holidays and all the decorations and celebrating is really my thing, but still I do them because I love doing them, and everything really, with you. We don’t get that this year and I’m feeling really sad about it.

I guess, next year, we’ll be together. I’m not going to take any more assignments like this, I can promise you. But until then, I guess we’ll have to muddle through, somehow.

Try not to be too sad without me. I know how you get. I love you. So much.

Yours always,


Jim was right, Spock would get through it. But it would be the worst holiday he’d been through for many years.

Spock thought about putting up their tree and the menorah Jim had insisted they get years before, but it just was not the same, not without Jim. And so he did not.

The morning of Christmas, Jim did video call him. He looked very tired, but beautiful. And Spock ached for him.

“Hi sweetheart,” Jim said with a bright smile. “Merry Christmas. Happy Hanukah.”

Spock smiled slightly. “You are not sleeping. You appear to be exhausted.”

“Yeah,” Jim admitted. “This is my sleeping time but I…”

“Ashaya, please. I wish for you to sleep. We can talk another time.”

“But Spock…”

“The way that you can help me to be okay with our separation, this time, and any time, is to take care of you when you are able. Please. Knowing you are eating right and sleeping well is what I need now.”

Jim sighed. “Okay, Spock. I get it. I do. I feel the same about you. It’s just…I miss you.”

“And I miss you, my James. But we will be together again soon. And in the meantime, I will hold you in my heart and you will hold me in yours.”

Jim grinned. “Wow. You do miss me. That’s about the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.”


“I love you. And we’ll talk soon. Goodbye.”


Spock walked away from his PADD and to the windows overlooking the park and the ice skaters at the temporary rink they’d set up. The prior year he and Jim had gone ice skating.

With a sigh, he turned and went to get his coat. He wouldn’t like it as much without his mate, but he would go. For both of them.     

Jingle Bells

It occurred to me that I can’t really make the Fall Guys flashes (At His Side) part of the 25 days of Christmas since those flashes will be posted all at once on AO3 at the end of the month to conclude their story. This means three flashes would be missing from the 25 Days of Christmas for posting on AO3 purposes. I can’t have that. So you get three extra flashes, one today, one the 13th, and one the 20th.

“Dashing through the snow, on a one horse open sleigh.”

Vanik stopped in the middle of the store at the sound of the singing. He glanced around for the source of the singing.

“O’er the fields we go, laughing all the way.”

“Vanik? What are you doing?”

For the moment, Vanik ignored his uncle calling for him.

Of course his uncle, Spock, hadn’t even wanted to take him to the department store on Van Ness. He’d agreed, rather impatiently Vanik thought. But since they’d arrived, Spock had been rushing him through the store. At this rate, he would be unable to find gifts for his parents.

“Bells on bob tail ring, making spirits bright.”

Spock reached his side and took his arm. “Come, Vanik, I told you I do not have a lot of time. I have a meeting scheduled and…”

“What does it mean bells on bob tail ring?”

His uncle, tall and regal, gazed down at him. He arched a brow. “To what are you referring?”

“The song. Someone is singing. Can you not hear him? He has a very nice voice.”

Spock shook his head. “I do not have time for this. You told me that you wished to acquire gifts for your parents, though I am at a loss as to why, and…”

“For the holiday.” Vanik sighed. “I know that you and grandfather find the celebration of Terran holidays illogical and a waste, however, just as your mother is, my mother is human, and she does celebrate Hanukkah.”

“And Sybok indulges her.” Spock paused. “And you. Yes, I know.”

“I need eight gifts for each,” Vanik told him.


Vanik nodded.

“What fun it is to laugh and sing, a sleighing song tonight.”

“There.” Vanik headed to the right.


There, standing next to a rack of sweaters, was the man who had, apparently, been singing the Terran tune. He was tall with golden hair and bright blue eyes, his fair skin flushed red, probably from coming inside from the cold.

“Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way. Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh.” He stopped and looked down at Vanik. That was when Vanik noticed that the man wore a name tag, Jim, and looked like he was possibly an employee of the store. “Oh. Hello.”

Vanik tilted his head. “Hello. Jim.”

Jim looked up and past Vanik to Spock who had come up behind Vanik. He smiled brightly at both of them. “Can I help you?”

Vanik nodded. “Do you work here?”

“I do.”

“That is fortunate,” Vanik said. “My name is Vanik and this is my uncle, Spock.”

Jim’s smile grew brighter. “Spock, Vanik.”

“First, I have a question.”

“Go on.”

“What does bells on bob tail ring mean?”

At this Jim laughed. It was a good laugh and Vanik noticed that his uncle seemed to appreciate it too for he flushed a light green. Spock blushed when he liked someone, Vanik knew.

“It’s something they do to the horse. They tie up his tail when he’s leading the sleigh and they hang a bell so it rings when the horse and sleigh move.”

“Oh. That is logical. Then is it really fun to ride in a one horse sleigh?”

Jim laughed again and it had the same effect on Spock and Vanik as before. “I don’t know. I haven’t actually done it.” His blue eyes shined as he glanced at Spock. “I’d be willing to try it someday though.”

Very interesting, Vanik thought. Jim liked Spock, too.

“And finally, as you work here, can you assist me in determining eight appropriate gifts each for my parents for the celebration of Hanukah?”

Jim looked back at Vanik from gazing long at Spock. “I’d be delighted.”

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