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Flash Fic, December 30, 2022

Here is your NYE fic for this year

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It was nearly midnight and Jim knew he should be sticking around for the virtual ball drop and for everyoe to scream Happy New Year while kissing everyone that they could get their lips on. But he’d finished his champagne, set down his glass, and snuck out a side door.

He’d explain to his date, Olivia, later. When last he’d seen her, she was surrounded by her throng of admirers. If she didn’t talk to him again, he wasn’t really sure that was a bad thing.

It was crisply cold outside and windy. It blew the scarf he’d wrapped around his neck around so violently it was a wonder it didn’t fly off into the air never to be seen again. He quickened his stride, wanting to be anywhere else but the streets of San Francisco as midnight struck.

There was only five minutes to spare when he made it inside the apartment building. He took the stairs two at a time not wanting to chance getting stuck if the lift broke down yet again.

It was a foolish dream. Time wasn’t even the same where Spock was. And yet, he had this burning need to contact his former first officer.

It has been months since their…whatever it was they’d had before their mutual departure.

He opened his apartment door, ordered the lights on, and rushed to his terminal. He immediately pulled up the information for contacting New Vulcan. But as the seconds ticked away and there was no answer, Jim’s heartbeat slowed, and disappointment soured the champagne that sat inside his stomach.

Jim briefly closed his eyes, willing himself not to give into the illogical emotion of regret. He hadn’t seen Spock since February. And yes they’d spent a night of scorching intimacy but parted as mere friends.

Spock had said so and Jim had done his best to convince himselr that was what he wanted too.

A knock on his door had him rising, prepared to face an angry Olivia or even a nosey Bones. He could hear the countdown to midnight outside his apartment even as he opened the door.

“Hello Jim.”

“Spock,” he whispered.

“Happy New Year.”

And the kiss he received at midnight was the best he’d ever had.  

Flash Fic, December 20, 2022

I know this isn’t exactly Spock and Kirk but I couldn’t resist using it here.

“I’m going to have to speak to my father.”

Jim eyed his husband over his morning coffee. The truth was he was pretty sure Spock had been speaking for a while. It wasn’t that he was in the habit of ignoring his husband, but that morning he had something of a truly rotten hangover from the Hanukkah Party they’d attended the night before. Jim had quite enjoyed himself, eating and drinking everything in sight. But he was paying for both today. His head hurt like a bitch and he had some major indigestion.

When he’d complained about his stomach the night before he’d gotten a mini lecture about how he wasn’t as young as he once was and it was likely more and more foods would begin to upset his stomach.

He hated thinking about being old, but each time he looked in the mirror, his gray, thinning hair and poochy stomach left him no doubt what his future included.

“About?” Jim was proud of himself for getting that much out.

Truth was they’d just seen Sarek and Amanda, Spock’s parents, at that party they’d been to last night. It had been a very festive event with no extravagance spared by the Grayson family.

“He and my mother had a fight last night.”

Spock’s tone told him that he should know this. It was both disapproving and accusatory in that way Spock had of speaking that generally told Jim he had failed some major Vulcan test.

Jim wracked his brain trying to remember if he’d noticed tension at the party from Spock’s parents.

When he came up without a specific thing, he asked, “What did he do this time?”

He couldn’t imagine anyone really fighting with Amanda. Okay, sure, way back when on the Enterprise she did get a bit…difficult…and slap Spock but…Spock had logically convinced Jim to forgive her given the situation.

Normally she was a very kind woman and mother-in-law.

Fortunately, Spock was well aware of his father’s deficiencies with regard to sensitivity.

“He expressed his derision for the excessive festivity of the event.”

“It was a party,” Jim pointed out.

“As my mother also replied.” Spock finished his tea and got up to put his cup in the kitchen.

Jim shook his head. “Want me to come with you?”

“No. I think you would just…cause further aggravation.”

Jim leaned back in his chair. “I’ll try not to take offense at that.”

“None is meant. It is simply the situation. I suggest that you spend the day resting from you hangover and stomach upset. We are supposed to have my parents over for dinner tonight.”

“Think that’s still on?”

“That is the purpose of my visit to my father. I will return later to begin frying the latkes. Be warned Mother did indicate she might come early this afternoon to assist in preparing the Hanukkah food.”

Jim nodded. “Okay, I’ll take one of Bones’ hangover cures before then.”

Spock replied, “That would be wise.”

And then he was gone. Jim rose, got out a Hanukkah cookbook Bones had given them as a gift and began to peruse recipes.

Happy Hanukkah to those who celebrate.

Noodle Kugel

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Flash Fic, December 19, 2022

Tried to imply a bit that they are looking for McCoy ala City on the Edge of Forever here.

“That is one giant tree,” Jim remarked as he stopped in Rockefeller Center to look up toward the giant Christmas tree. “I can’t even imagine how tall it is.”

Spock, who walked beside him, replied, “82 feet.”

Jim looked at him. “You know that from looking at it?”

“Negative. The brochure I was handed upon entering the area.”

Jim laughed. “Oh. Well if you’re going to read.”

Spock shrugged slightly. “It is an interesting tradition.”

“I figured we had to take a look while we were here anyway.” Jim glanced around at the crowd, and then moved closer to the ice skaters.

“Do you skate?”

“Nah. I mean I think I sorta remember my Gram taking me once when I was young. Just a kid. Little. Had to be as she died when I was eight or so. It wasn’t something I fell in love with.” He smiled at Spock. “I’m guessing they didn’t have much ice skating on Vulcan.”

“Certainly not.”

He put his hand on Spock’s arm. “I guess we should continue. This isn’t helping us locate Bones.”

“No,” Spock agreed. Then he covered Jim’s hand with his. “But we can linger here for a moment longer.”  

“Yeah?” Jim moved his other hand to grasp Spock’s. They both wore gloves but somehow he could feel the warmth, the promise there.

Spock’s dark eyes warmed. “Yes, it is…nice here.”

Jim agreed and moved closer to Spock. They still had a lot to deal with, sure, but for the moment, he felt happy and at peace.

Flash Fic, December 16, 2022

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“It is crooked.”

Jim glared at the star on top the Christmas tree and then stood back to inspect it, hands on hips.

“No, it isn’t.”

Vanik sighed. “Yes. It is.”

Now he glared at the boy, but he moved to stand next to him so he could see what Vanik saw.

He screwed up his mouth as he looked at the tree topper from this way and that. “Nope, not crooked.”

“I believe we should get a third opinion.”

“Fine. Spock!”

Spock who had been sitting on the couch working silently on his PADD and doing his best to ignore Jim and Vanik as they decorated the freshly cut tree they’d carried into the apartment a short time ago.

“Hmm?”

“Come see if the star is crooked on the top of the tree.”

Spock gave a resigned and put upon sigh, put down his PADD and rose from the couch.

“I advised that I did not desire to be part of this unnecessary merriment.”

Jim looked at him and then lowered his voice, “And I advise you if you ever want to get lucky again, you’ll give your opinion.”

Spock cleared his throat. “Let me observe the tree.”

Vanik, arms folded across his chest, stared Spock down. “I am quite certain it is crooked.”

“Go and get a snowball cookie,” Jim told him.

Vanik shrugged, always willing to have a sweet, and left to fetch one in the kitchen.

Spock angled his head as he studied the tree, then he glanced sideways at Jim.

Jim frowned, already knowing what Spock was going to say. “It’s crooked, isn’t it?”

“A very small amount.”

“Aha!” Vanik crowed from the kitchen.

Spock stepped toward the tree, adjusted the star and stood back with Jim. “There, that is better.”

“Vanik, is it?”

The Vulcan boy came back to the tree. “Yes, that is better.”

Jim sighed inwardly. Two Vulcans to one Human. “Okay, thanks, Spock. You can go back to your oh so important task.”

Spock looked as though he was considering things. Then with a shrug, he said, “I suppose I could help decorate the tree for a time.”

Jim smiled. “Yeah?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Can we get a pizza?” Vanik asked, picking up a box of decorations.

“No!”

“Aweee. Fine.” Jim smiled and touched Spock’s fingers with his own, then winked.   

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Flash Fic, December 14, 2022

I couldn’t really find a satisfactory picture, so you get snow

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Sort of a continuation of the one in November when Jim went outside when Sam arrived and Spock brought him his a coat

“Dinner is almost ready.”

Jim bit back an irritated, snarky ‘I’m not hungry’ and instead managed to grumble, “Okay.”

He thought his mom would go away then and leave him alone. But though she might not have been born a Kirk she somehow managed to get the Kirk stubbornness, nonetheless.

He was sitting on a raised log by the barn. As long as Jim could remember this same stupid log had been in the same place. It had been used as a sort of bench for decades. His mom sat beside him instead of going back into the house where it was warm and she belonged.

A short time ago he’d sent his frozen husband inside to get warm.

“You know it wouldn’t hurt you to try to get along with your brother. You’re both adults now.”

“I didn’t know turning eighteen made all the pain go away.”

“Jim.”

He sighed. “I’m trying.”

“Not very hard.”

He shot her a look. “What do you want from me?”

“What do you want from me?  He’s my son too. What was I supposed to do? Tell him not to come? He’s hurting and he needs a place to stay right now. He’s going through some serious stuff. And what was I supposed to tell you? No, Jim, don’t come for the holidays, your brother will be here.”

“No. I don’t know. It’s just…every time I look at his stupid face I just want to punch him.”

“So punch him.”

Jim rolled his eyes. “I can’t punch him.”

“Sure you can. Maybe it’ll help.” She shrugged. “He might punch you back.”

“That’ll go over real well with Spock.”

“The Great Christmas Fight of Stardate 2266,” she cracked.

Jim laughed, he couldn’t help himself. And yeah she’d intended that. Moms were manipulative that way.

“Come on inside. I made all your favorites.”

All of them?”

“Yep. And I have eggnog and…brandy.”

Jim smiled.

“And I’m pretty sure I saw Spock taking a bite of a chocolate bar.”

He rose from the log, grabbed her hand to pull her up, and put his arm around her. “Okay, Mother mine. Let’s go inside.”

“Thanks, honey.”

“I know. Merry Christmas.”   

Flash Fic, November 30, 2022

This involves the Jim and Spock from “This Place is Haunted”.

This is a sort of segue from November’s themes to December’s.

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“You’re kind of grumpy.”

Jim eyed Bones as he pushed the grocery cart. “You can out grump anyone I know. Who are you to talk?”

Bones smirked. “Okay, sure. Normally. But you have a sourpuss look on your face despite the fact you just put a jug of eggnog in the cart and ice cream. AND Christmas lights. You are the one who wanted to do ‘festive’ shopping as you called it.

Jim sighed. “I did, yeah. But Spock’s not back from visiting his folks on Vulcan yet.”

“You could have gone with him,” Bones pointed out.

“Mom really wanted me to go home to Riverside for Thanksgiving. It was the first time in I don’t know how long we were all going to be there. I couldn’t disappoint her.”

“Yeah, I get it. When does your Vulcan Romeo return?”

“I don’t know. He hasn’t contacted me since he left two days before Thanksgiving. Almost a week.”

“Maybe the love has worn off already,” Bones cracked. “Weren’t you all cozy as hell like a month ago at Halloween? Isn’t that why we went to that stupid so-called haunted house thing?”

“I’m still annoyed at you for your part in the gardener’s ‘death’. Not to mention freaking me out in the hallway.”

“James ‘I Don’t Believe in Spooks’ Kirk freaked out?”

Jim grinned. “In a totally rational manly way.”

Bones snorted. “I’m sure lover boy will be back before you know it, eyes shining Vulcan bright as he gazes lovingly into your countenance?”

“Where do you get this crap?”

“I’m an educated man,” Bones assured him. He stopped at a Christmas cookie display. “Gingerbread people. You know you could make these yourself.”

Jim grabbed a box and added it to his cart. “Who has time for that? These are pretty good for store bought. Anyway, so I’m going to decorate the apartment while I wait for him to come back.”

“I can’t see Spock caring for all that holiday stuff.”

“Maybe he doesn’t, but he cares about me, and I do, so…”

“All right, then. What else?”

Later, Jim was in the apartment he now shared with Spock decorating with garland and lights, sipping on his eggnog.

He was about to step back to admire his handy work when he heard someone at the door.

“Spock?”

Sure enough the door opened to reveal Spock, holding the bag he’d taken with him to Vulcan.

“Jim.” Spock set the bag on the floor, closed the door, and opened his arms for Jim.

“God, I’m glad to see you,” Jim said against Spock’s neck as Spock held him close.

“I am likewise pleased.” Spock looked around. “You have been busy.”

“Yeah.” Jim laughed. “Do you mind?”

“Not in the least. Your gathering for Thanksgiving went well?”

“Yeah, well enough. I mean the food was good. I liked seeing Mom.” Jim shrugged. “And your parents? How are they?”

“My mother is well, my father is…challenging. I am glad to be home.”

“I’m glad too. Come on. I have cookies.”

Thanks for checking out November! See you Friday, December 02, 2022

Flash Fic, November 25, 2022

Inspired by Chris Evans being “Sexiest Man” recently. I thought this idea would be fun and I hope you do too!

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Sexiest Man on Earth

That’s what the headline read. For a second Jim thought he must be getting punked. But as he glanced up from his PADD to the puffed up display his brother was doing Jim realized that it was legit.

“Are you kidding me?”

Sam grinned. “Pretty cool, right?”

Jim snorted. “Cool isn’t the word I’d use.”

“What word would you use?”

“Gag inducing.”

“That’s two words,” Spock murmured helpfully from beside him.

Jim shot his husband a look. “Right you are, babe.”

Sam was undaunted. “You’re just jealous.”

“How the hell did they choose you anyway? You pay for it?”

“Jim!”

That was his mother. She was in the kitchen working on her apple pie for the Thanksgiving dinner they were all at the farmhouse to have.  

Jim and Spock had arrived a short time ago. Sam had arrived the day before, apparently, and had been waiting for Jim to arrive to announce his news.

“Well come on, Mom. Sam the sexiest man on Earth.” Jim rolled his eyes. “He’s not even the sexiest man in this house.”

“Ha ha. Aren’t you funny?” Sam retorted. “You want some wine?”

“I think I’d better get drunk. Sure.”

“Spock?”

“No, thank you.”

Sam shrugged. “For your information they approached me in my laboratory.  Said I had been nominated.”

“Who’d nominate you?”

“Jim! Be nice to your brother,” his mother said. “Sam is a beautiful boy. Just like you. You’re both handsome men.”

“You know,” Sam said. “You’re the hero of the universe. Known for saving millions—”

“Billions,” Spock said.

Jim smiled at him.     

“Do you really begrudge me this one little honor?” He handed Jim the glass of wine.

Jim blew out a breath. “Yeah, okay, whatever.”

“Gracious as ever, Jimmy.” Sam’s communicator blipped. “That’ll be my wife. She’s on her way.”

He stepped into the hallway and then another room.

Jim grimaced. “Do you think he’s sexy, Spock?”

“He is not unpleasant to look at.”

“However?”

Spock nodded. “Of course there is a however.”

“Of course.”

“He has merely been named sexiest man on Earth. You will recall you aren’t even normally on Earth. Not for any length of time.”

Jim smiled. “That’s true.”

Spock inclined his head. “I submit that you are the sexiest man in the universe.”

“Okay, you are so getting lucky.”

“Being your husband, I am already quite fortunate.”

Winona snorted from the kitchen. “You two may be the sexiest men, but Spock wins husband of the year.”

Jim laughs. “I will drink to that!”

Flash Fic, November 21, 2022

For this one I decided to post the whole thing (including the previous part from November 1, so you don’t have to go back and find it.)

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Spock had only been seeing Jim for three weeks when Jim announced he would be leaving for a good part of the month of November.

They’d met at the beginning of the school year. Spock had already done all the course work for the Academy and graduated. Jim was behind him a few years but he was speeding through his courses and was teaching a battle tactics class for extra credit. Everyone Spock knew was highly impressed with the young son of George Kirk who had never known his father.

Spock among them.

It took him until the middle of October before he asked Jim out. It was for something simple, coffee and tea. Jim had accepted with this soft smile that showed his bunny teeth and Spock had been smitten.

They’d taken things rather slowly, in Spock’s opinion. In the three weeks they had seen each other nearly every night, they had shared a few kisses, but nothing more.

He’d gotten advice from Pike one day and he had shared with Spock that despite appearances and rumors that Jim was actually shy.

When Jim told him he would be going away for November, Spock had been stunned into momentary silence.

“Nothing to say?” Jim asked, with that same soft smile.

“Are you leaving the Academy?”

“No.” Jim laughed though Spock didn’t know what was funny. Jim laughed a lot and it often puzzled Spock but it was such an infectious laugh, Spock didn’t mind. “I’ve cleared it with them. I’ll be back before the end of the month. My friend will be covering my battle tactics class while I’m gone.”

“Where are you going?”

“I have a friend I need to visit on a faraway planet.”

He never said what planet and after he left, Spock realized he should have asked. He’d only said he would be back on November 21 in the afternoon.

Jim had said before he departed, “Don’t worry, Spock, I’ll be back before you know it.”

That turned out not to be true. Spock knew that some said time flew but all Spock realized that each day with Jim gone was agonizingly long.

Spock had fallen in love with Jim without even knowing it. And when Jim did come back, because Spock found himself almost praying that he would, Spock would make sure Jim knew.

At some point Spock began to become concerned that this “friend” Jim went to visit was a lover. He hadn’t explained and Spock hadn’t thought it was right to ask, but now he wished he had. There were so many things he wished now.

In the meantime, he would have to wait until November 21st.

It was agonizing.

Spock had made the decision as the date for Jim to return approached to try to guess what time Jim would be arriving so he could be there to wait for Jim. He didn’t want to waste another moment.

He had narrowed it down to two shuttles as Jim had indicated he’d be back in the afternoon.

One was a direct shuttle flight from Venetia and the other one connected from Tarsus IV to Space Station 6 and then to San Francisco.

It was this second one that gave Spock pause. He was familiar with the story of Tarsus IV and with dread he realized, maybe by instinct, that this was where Jim had visited.

This likely meant Jim had spent time there himself if he knew an occupant, and that, to Spock, explained his rather shy, reserved behavior.

Spock was determined more than ever to be waiting there for Jim.

To be absolutely certain he was not mistaken, Spock waited at the shuttle bay for the Venetia shuttle arriving first that afternoon. No Jim stepped out of the crowd getting off that shuttle.

After that he had some small amount of anxiety that Jim would not be on either shuttle, and had, in fact, decided not to return. After all he had received not a single message from Jim since he’d left.   

But he tamped down that insecurity. No need to look for trouble where it might not exist.

And when that other shuttle arrived, Spock tried not to hold his breath. At least for too long.

But about way through the exodus of passengers, Jim came down the ramp toward the direction Spock waited.

At first he didn’t appear to notice Spock. But then at the bottom of the ramp his steps fumbled just a touch and then he smiled brightly.

“Spock!”

That removed any doubt that Jim would find him waiting there unwelcome. And for some completely unVulcany reason, Spock opened his arms at Jim’s approach.

If Jim had hesitated even an instant, Spock would have been overcome by extreme embarrassment. Because yes, Vulcans could be embarrassed, despite protestations to the contrary.

But Jim went straight into Spock’s arms and wrapped his own around Spock, drawing him in close.

It felt like home.

So much so that Spock was reluctant to let go and step back, but mindful of prying eyes, always, he eventually did.

Jim continued to smile warmly at him. “I didn’t expect you to be waiting here.”

“I could not resist,” Spock admitted. “I found I missed you more than I had expected.”

“God, I missed you too. Seemed like torture.” Jim reached for Spock’s hand and held it.

“Your-your visit went well?”

Jim nodded. “Yeah, it went okay.” He looked around and then back to Spock. “Listen, can we get out of here and go where somewhere where, uh, we can be alone?”

Spock’s insides churned. “I’d like nothing better.”

Jim leaned in then and kissed Spock so quick it was almost as if it hadn’t happened, except that Spock’s lips tingled.

“And I’m back right in time for Thanksgiving.”

“Thanksgiving?”

“I have a lot to be grateful for. And you will too after tonight.” Jim laughed then, turning a little pink.

“Yes,” Spock murmured. “I believe you are correct.”

They grabbed Jim’s luggage and then headed for the exit, Jim still keeping hold of Spock’s hand in a most unseemly way. Spock didn’t mind.

“Jim.”

Jim stopped and turned to Spock. “Yeah?”

“I…uh…I find that I have fallen in—”

Jim grinned and squeezed Spock’s hand. “Me too, Spock. Come on.”

Jim was quite right, Spock felt a lot of gratitude. And later, he would learn just what Jim’s connection to Tarsus IV was, but for now, he was content to have Jim where he belonged…with Spock.

Flash Fic, November 18, 2022

Jim opened the door to see his older brother, George Samuel Kirk, standing there and wearing a smile as if he hadn’t taken off on Jim all those years ago.

Fortunately Jim had been forewarned of Sam’s imminent arrival.

He stepped back without a word to let Sam in. And just for an awkward moment it appeared Sam was going to hug him and Jim would have to recoil because that was the last thing he wanted. But Jim figured his body language must have given away his revulsion because Sam abruptly aborted the action.

“Mom’s in the living room,” Jim said flatly. “Your bags out there?”

“Yes. I can get them.”

Jim shook his head. “I will.” And he went outside and slammed the front door shut on Sam and Sam’s issues.

Sam had two bags, about the size of duffel bags. According to Jim’s mom, Sam would be staying for a couple of months at least. He was having marital problems with his wife that Jim had never met. Probably never would.

Jim exhaled, watching his cold breath swirl out like mist. He hadn’t put on a jacket and regretted it now. But he wasn’t ready to go back in there and face the new family dynamic.

The door opened behind him and a coat was draped over his shoulders. Arms wrapped around his waist pulling him back against strong, solid muscles.

Jim closed his eyes. “I just need a moment.”

“I know,” Spock said softly.

Jim put his hands on Spock’s hands that held him so tight. Jim smiled as a snowflake fell from above to land on him. The first snow of the season. “Love you.”

“I love you.”

 “Thank you. For my coat. For being here.”

“I’ll always be here, Jim.”

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