Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Tag: Star Trek

  • Flash Fic, August 13, 2021

    Jim stopped his hover car in front of the farmhouse. For a moment, he just sat there. It wasn’t as though he was afraid to get out or anything. Or even actually afraid of his husband. He wasn’t. That would be categorially stupid. Spock wouldn’t hurt him for anything. Excepting of course that incident long ago before they really even knew each other.

    He pursed his lips and opened the door. Because yeah, he was no coward. Even if he was about to be lectured.

    Vulcan disapproval was sharper than any other.

    Speaking of, his wonderful husband had just opened the front door to peer out at him as he went to the trunk of the hover car to get his purchases.   

    “What did you get?” Spock asks, as he steps off the steps toward the car. He knows Spock will offer to carry everything.

    “Oh, uh. You know this and that.”

    “This and…that?”

    His shoulders slumping slightly, Jim smiled. “Groceries, of course.”

    Spock looks at Jim and then into the trunk. “And?”

    He shifts. “They, uh, they had their autumn stuff out already at the store.”

    When he was a kid they hardy ever got to decorate anything, and sure he’s overcompensating. He knows.

    Spock’s glance moves back to Jim’s face. “You already have a lot of fall decorations, Jim.”

    “I know, I agree.” His face is flushed red. He knows it is. And some of it is shame and that doesn’t feel good. “They had this pumpkin garden stake with a crow on it and I, uh, I really liked it. So I got it.”

    He lifts it out of the trunk to show it to Spock, who is, of course, unimpressed.

    “You have ten pumpkin garden stakes.”

    Jim nodded.

    “Five scarecrow garden stakes. Several Halloween garden stakes. Even a couple with leaves and turkeys.”

    Jim looks away. He thinks about how he’s probably going to have to take this garden stake back. Because Spock isn’t wrong.

    Suddenly Spock’s hand, gentle as can be, touches his jaw, and bids him look. “One more garden stake is perfect. I know just the spot we can put it.”

    He blinked for a few seconds, and then warmth infuses him. “Yeah?” He is nearly breathless.

    “I love you.”

    “As much as you love fall?”

    Jim laughed. “Yeah. Maybe a little more.”

  • Flash Fic, June 04, 2021

    “Where’s your bestie?”

    Jim eyed Bones over the rim of his tropical drink glass. The little umbrella did hide part of Bones’ face, which Jim was sorta grateful for.

    “We had a fight.”

    “A fight? You and Spock?”

    “Yep.”

    “Over what?”

    Jim sighed. Mumbled.

    “What? It sounded like you said…over who’s taller.”

    He shrugged.

    “Lord, you have corn for brains. Where is Spock now?”

    “Back on the ship, I guess.”

    “You’re going to let a stupid fight ruin your shore leave?”

    “Nope. You can see I’m whooping it up,” Jim said sarcastically. “When I’m done here, I’m gonna find someone to party with.”

    Bones sighed. “Well, it’s your funeral. I’ve got plans so I’ll see you later.”

    Jim waved.

    He had just finished his drink when the chair across from him was suddenly occupied.

    “I am taller.”

    Jim’s lips twitched. “Okay, okay. But I’m bigger and I can prove—”

    “Jim.”

    “Well.” He grinned. “If you’d like to prove me wrong…”

    Spock arched a brow.

    “Back to the ship, Mister Spock?”

    “Indeed.”

  • March 31, 2021 Flash Fic

    This is the last of the 100 word flashes folks. I hope you enjoyed them. I don’t know what April brings yet. We will see.

    Spock woke suddenly from a very bad dream. He did not normally have nightmares. But they were not outside the realm of possibility.

    “Jim.”

    The name he had cried hoarsely in the dream was still settling in his raw throat.

    Spock rose from his bed and went through the bathroom he shared with his captain. He quietly stepped into Jim’s quarters and padded barefoot to the side of the bed.

    Jim was turned on his side, fast asleep.

    Spock could breathe again. He touched his index finger gently to Jim’s cheek.

    “T’hy’la.”

    And soon Spock would tell him.

  • March 26, 2021 Flash Fic

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    “Damn it’s c-cold. Reminds me of the time you stranded me on Delta Vega. In violation of—”

    “I do apologize.” Spock paused. “Again.”

    Jim gave him a mulish look. “Now see that’s when your apology seems insincere. You adding that again.”

    “Captain, I suggest rather than bickering about past matters that cannot be undone, we huddle together for body heat until the Enterprise can rescue us.”

    Jim bit his lip. “We can huddle in that old dilapidated building.”

    Jim took a step forward and the icy ground beneath him began to crack.

    Spock reached for him. “Jim!”

  • March 17, 2021 Flash Fic

    “Top o’ the Morning to you.”

    Spock stared at Jim. He had just stepped into the turbolift.

    Jim grinned. “Sorry. Saint Patrick’s Day.” He gestured to his green crisscross shirt.  “That’s why I’m wearing this shirt today.”

    Spock’s gaze swept over Jim. “It is fairly appealing. It hugs your body quite well.”

    “You’re going to make me blush.”

    Spock rolled his eyes and faced front. “Hardly. I don’t believe there is anything that would make you blush, Captain.”

    “So, according to old tradition, I should be able to pinch you. No green.”

    As the door opened, Spock said, “Green underwear.”

  • March 15, 2021 Flash Fic

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    Jim was just falling asleep in bed when…

    “Fuck!”

    He jumped up, yanking his naked legs away from the ice cubes that had just been plastered to them.

    Spock stared wide eyed and remorseful at him.

    “I…”

    “How the hell did you get your feet that cold?”

    “I apologize.”

    And then Spock was moving to get out of Jim’s bed.

    Jim put his hand on Spock’s arm.

    “No. Please. Stay.”

    “It was not my intention to disturb you. I was finished meditating and…wished to join you.”

    “I know. Stay.”

    Spock returned to lying beside him.

    “I want you here.”

  • March 09, 2021 Flash Fic

    Spock had not felt this emotionally compromised in years. He felt almost dizzy and a little bit woozy.

    “Spock? Are you okay?”

    Nyota had come upon him, put her arm around him as he leaned against the bulkhead.

    “I…yes.”

    “What is it?” She frowned. “Wait. I thought you were going to tell the captain how you felt tonight.”

    “Yes.”

    She put her hand to her face. “Oh no. It-it didn’t go well?  I was so sure that he felt the same. Spock—”

    Spock shook his head. “No. It went…perfectly. He reciprocates.”

  • March 04, 2021 Flash Fic

    Some of these will definitely leave you with more questions than answers!

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    “What are you doing out here?”

    Spock glanced toward the side door of his house where Jim stood, hands on hips. The hot afternoon sun would be beating down on Spock’s head if he were not wearing a sun hat. Currently Spock was on his knees with his hands far down in the dirt of the plant bed in front of him.

    “Jim! I was not expecting you until tomorrow.”

    “I arrived early. Your dad said you were out here.” Jim wiped his brow. “It’s damn hot.”

    “Go inside. I will be behind you in only a moment.”

  • March 03, 2021 Flash Fic

    His first officer lay still as a corpse on the biobed and Jim was very much afraid of the reason for that. He wanted to see if Spock was cold to the touch, but didn’t want to get close enough to do so for fear he’d find out exactly why.

    It made no sense.

    But when did Jim ever make sense?

    A hundred scenarios ran through his head as he watched Bones work on him. All the ways he could have told Spock exactly how he felt. Never had. And maybe now, never could.

    “Bones?”

    “He’s in a healing trance.”