Star Trek

Flash Fic June 03, 2020

“Captain.”

Jim glanced behind him, but didn’t reply. Uhura was the third crew member who’d come to his location, sitting by himself, on the beach of Loria 3. It was shore leave. Almost over as a matter of fact. Tomorrow it was back to the Enterprise.

“Jim.”

He sighed. “Yes, Lieutenant?”

“Well, that’s something.” She walked over to where he sat, dressed in swim trunks and a tan top. She was dressed casually, also, though in a rather flowy swing dress. Her feet were bare, and she dropped down on the sand beside him. “I hope you’re wearing sunscreen with your fair skin.”

“I have some on. And who are you, anyway, Bones?”

She smiled and shook her head. “Merely a concerned friend.”

“Uh-huh.”

She pulled her knees ups to her chest and wrapped her arms around them as she looked out to the purple colored ocean of Loria 3.

“Are you going to talk to him?”

“What is there to say?”

“I don’t know. Maybe, Spock, you’re being an idiot, you love me?”

“I’m not going to do that. His choices are his own to make. And I’ve never been much of a consideration for him when he makes them.” Jim shrugged. “It is what it is.”

“But this is wrong. You have to stop him.”

“No I don’t. I already approved his resignation.”

“But…” She frowned. Her gaze went behind him and then she sighed. “I have to go.”

“Good.”

She rolled her eyes and then rose. As she walked past him to go back to the town, he heard her whisper something.

He glanced behind him to see Spock, wearing jeans and a sweater. He looked forward as Spock approached him.

Unliked Uhura, Spock did not drop down to the sand when he reached Jim.

“May I speak?”

Jim waved his hand.

“I have withdrawn my resignation.”

Jim glanced up at the Vulcan, but said nothing.

“And have changed it to a six month leave.”

Jim still said nothing.

“I…apologize for not discussing this with you prior to making decisions.”

“Typical,” Jim muttered.

“I…Jim.”

“Do what you need to do, Spock. We’ll see what happens in six months.”

“I do lo…”

“Don’t.” Jim held up his hand and shook his head. “Don’t say it when you’re leaving. If it…if it still matters when you come back, if it’s still true, then, maybe you can say it.”

June 3, 2020

Flash Fic, June 01, 2020

Spock watched somewhat apprehensively as the human’s boy’s gaze skittered over the room, landing nowhere.

“This will be your room.”

“Okay,” Jim said in a small voice.

Earlier, Spock’s mom had made cinnamon cookies and she had given one to Jim. To Spock’s discomfort, Jim had merely stared long and hard at the cookie. Spock had been about to advise Jim that he should eat it when his mother had firmly shaken her head at him.

Jim had then asked for a napkin and when he’d received one, he had carefully wrapped it around the cookie.

Spock’s mother had advised him that he wasn’t to make a fuss over anything Jim did unless it was directly harmful to Jim or someone else. So now Jim still had the wrapped cookie in hand and while Spock watched he walked over to the chest full of drawers, opened one of them, and placed the cookie inside.

Spock wanted to tell him that no one, no one, would take the cookie from him. In fact, Jim could have all the cookies he could eat, Spock would make sure of that, but his mother’s words of warning still rang in his head so he remained silent.

Earlier, Jim had showered under the supervision of Spock’s mother. His hair was still damp and plastered to his head and surprisingly he looked even smaller and slighter than before.

That Sarek thought Jim should go to another family on Vulcan in the condition he clearly was in, was quite unfathomable to Spock. For all that Sarek was married to a human and had a human foster daughter, Spock did not think Sarek knew humans very well at all.

“You should rest for the night, Jim,” he told the boy. “The bed has been made to be comfortable for you. There should be everything you need here. I am not far should you need anything, however. There is also a call button next to the bed if you need Mother.”

“I understand.”

Spock wished to say more but didn’t know what. So he turned to leave, his hand resting near the off switch for the light.

“No,” Jim said urgently.

Spock turned quickly back.

“Can you…leave the light on?” Jim wouldn’t look at him. “The…darkness…I don’t…”

“Yes,” Spock said. “I will leave it on.”

Jim nodded. Still not looking at Spock.

“Goodnight.”

When he stepped outside, Michael was waiting for him. Spock was not surprised.

“How is he?”

“Afraid.”

“I can see why.” She reached down and pulled a stuffed dog out of her bag and handed it to Spock. “Give him this.”

Spock frowned. “I do not think…”

“Give it to him. It’ll help.” She turned and went back to her room.

Spock turned back to Jim’s door and knocked softly. Then he opened the door and stepped inside.

“Jim, Michael thought you might wish to have this while here.”

Jim eyed the dog. “I’m not a child.”

He nodded. “That is what I expected. I will tell her that you are not interested in having it.”

“You can…leave it. There on the bed.”

Surprised, Spock brought the stuffed dog to the bed and left it there. Jim still not meeting his gaze.

“Goodnight,” he said. And once more left Jim’s room.

June 1, 2020

Flash Fic, May 29, 2020

This comes from a prompt from J, but I like it and might try to somehow work it into the Best Friends universe, if I can make it work. I might have to tweak it or something as it’s been a while since I read that story: Best Friends. But I think it can work. Anyway, here you go…

“What do you want?” Spock asked his brother, Sybok. Spock was standing on the terrace of their father’s home overlooking the mountains and the city in the distance.

“Well.” Sybok shrugged. “I thought you might like to talk.”

Spock gave him the side eye. “About what?”

Sybok came to stand next to him and looked down to where Spock’s gaze was fixed on the level below. A young blond human laughed, conversing with another.

“The birds and the bees.”

“What?”

“You know. The birds and the bees.”

“I do not know what you are talking about.”

Sybok sighed. “Sex.”

Spock glanced quickly at him, expression carefully blank. “I know about sex, brother. I am not a child.”

Sybok’s lips turned upward. “At least I got your attention. If it helps, I’m fairly certain T’Pring is no more interested in maintaining your ill-advised bond than you are.”

As they both watched, the blond human suddenly glanced up, smiled, and waved at them. Spock, before he had a chance to think otherwise, returned the wave. But he regretted instantly, his cheeks warming, as the blond human winked.

Spock moved away from the edge of the terrace.

“He likes you too.”

“I do not know what you are referring to,” Spock said, primly.

“No?” Sybok asked. “Oh. Well, then. If you are not interested in James Kirk, then I will…”

“No,” Spock said quickly, his voice coming out in a snarl.

Which only caused his brother to laugh. “Yeah, I knew you knew what I meant.” Sybok looked over the edge. “I think he’s coming up here.”

“He is?” Spock’s heart began to race.

“Yes, he’s headed to the stairs leading up here. Shall I leave you two alone or do I need to chaperone?”

“I am not a child,” Spock insisted again.

“And you’re sure you don’t need the sex talk?’

Spock took a step toward him. “Leave.”

Sybok held out his hands. “I’m going, I’m going.” Just as he turned away, he spotted James Kirk at the top of the staircase and his brother, wringing his hands, waiting anxiously. Sybok grinned and went back inside.

May 29, 2020

Flash Fic, May 25, 2020

The first person familiar to him in the crowd that gathered was Nyota. She was gesturing to him, her face somber, her attire that of their dress uniform, hat firmly in place.

Spock stepped up to her and allowed her to lean forward and kiss his cheek. She pulled back and looked into his eyes. “How are you holding up?”

“I…well enough under the circumstances.”

She nodded, sympathetically, and then drew him forward. “The others are seated already.”

He followed her to where Lieutenant Sulu, Ensign Jayleh, and Lieutenant Commander Scott were seated. There was a spot left for Spock. A few aisles away he spotted Carol Marcus. He looked away quickly and took the offered seat.

Admiral Morrow walked up to the podium. “Thank you for coming on this day to remember those from Starfleet we have lost, not only in the last year, but in all our years.”

Then to Spock’s amazement, Morrow turned to the side.

“We welcome, Captain James T. Kirk, who has only just gotten out of the hospital this very day to attend this ceremony honoring those who have fallen.”

Doctor McCoy wheeled Jim out in a chair toward the podium. Jim wore a dress uniform but looked shockingly pale. Spock was half out of his seat before Nyota gently pushed him down.

“Did you know he was going to do this?” she asked.

“No.”

“I don’t think the captain should be out of the hospital,” Sulu spoke up.

“He should not,” Spock said curtly.

Jim stopped at the podium and then was helped to stand by the doctor. Spock’s jaw tightened as Jim swayed.

“Today, we are gathered to remember our fallen brethren, including a member of my own bridge officers, Ensign Pavel Chekov.”

***

“Captain!” Nyota rushed at him after the ceremony. “You shouldn’t be out of the hospital.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” McCoy grumbled. “Damn fool insisted. And he’s going right back.”

Spock dropped to his knees beside Jim. “T’hy’la. Why? We talked about this and decided you would stay in bed.”

“You decided,” Jim said softly. “For Pavel. I had to.”

Spock inhaled, counted to ten, and then nodded. “Very well. But you will not leave again until you are well. Promise.”

“I promise.”

Spock stood and took control of the wheelchair from McCoy, ignoring the doctor’s rolled eyes, as they all followed behind as Spock brought their captain back to the hospial.

For those lost…we remember

May 25, 2020

Flash Fic, May 22, 2020

The turbolift suddenly lurched and stopped abruptly.

Jim frowned and looked at the controls. “What the hell?”

“Perhaps if you let me look—”

“Yeah, because you know so much more about it,” Jim snapped. His headache had just gotten way worse. He stepped aside and gestured. “Go ahead, Mr. Spock. You’re the expert on everything.”

Spock gave him a look but wisely said nothing as he moved in place to the controls.

It was just the two of them in the lift. And they’d been bickering all day prior to this.

Jim smirked as Spock stepped back. “Can’t fix it?”

“No,” Spock replied, clearly reluctant to admit defeat.

Jim went to the comm. “Kirk to Engineering.”

There was no response. In fact, it was as though the comm didn’t work at all. He hit again.

“Captain, I am certain that pounding on it to oblivion will not make it work.”

He shot Spock a look.

“This sucks.”

“We are in obvious agreement on that.”

Jim mumbled, “Well, at least you agree with me on something.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“I believe you referenced something about agreeing with you.”

“If you heard me, then why say what? Geez.”

“Explain.”

Jim folded his arms across his chest. “Listen, mister, don’t take that superior, commanding, snooty-ass tone with me.”

“Snooty-ass is nonsensical.”

“Oh, yeah? Well so are your ears.”

Spock’s mouth opened and closed.

“Aha! Finally got you to shut up,” Jim said, triumphantly. Okay maybe he was being a bit childish. And definitely surly but…

“That begs the question.”

“Begs what question?”

Spock arched a brow. “How do I get you to finally shut up?”

“Are you…you know what…that’s it.”

Jim launched himself at Spock, pushing the Vulcan against the bulkhead. Spock’s eyes widened just before Jim’s mouth slammed down on his. Spock made a little bit of a squeal noise and then began to return Jim’s kiss.

The turbolift began to operate again, but Jim and Spock paid it no heed, continuing the frantic slide of mouth against mouth.

The doors slid open on their floor.

There was resounding applause.

“About damn time!” Uhura exclaimed.

Jim reluctantly tore his mouth from Spock’s and they both turned to look out at the crowd gathered on the deck. They were still clinging to each other.

“Uh.”

Uhura smirked at them. “Congratulations.”

“Nyota, did you stop the turbolift?” Spock asked.

“No, well, technically it was Scotty.” She laughed. “We were all sick of you two.”

“I feel…manipulated.”

Jim cleared his throat. “What do you say we discuss this in my quarters, Mr. Spock?”

Spock inclined his head. “Yes, Captain. We are, once more, in agreement.”

May 22, 2020

Flash Fic May 20, 2020

a bit of silly humor

“Bones! Hide me.”

Leonard looked up from the ensign who’s sprained his arm. “Busy.”

“Well…shit.” He dashed into Leonard’s office and shut the door.

He shook his head. “Now that should be good as new in about an hour. Take it easy the rest of the day, but you should be good for tomorrow’s shift.”

“Thanks, Doc.” Ensign Dugan slid off the biobed and out the door.

With a sigh, Leonard went to his office.

“Jim, what the hell? Who are you hiding from now?”

“Spock.”

Leonard smirked. “What did you do to him?”

“Nothing! I just…” He mumbled.

“What? Jim, speak up. It sounded like you said…I had beans.”

Jim rolled his eyes. “I did. I had beans and now I have terrible gas and we were supposed to see each other and I can’t.”

Leonard laughed. It started off as a slight chuckle and became a belly laugh.

“Bones, this is not funny.”

“It so is. So what do you want me to do? Tell him you aren’t home?”

“Tell him…I’ve taken ill and have to spend the night alone in my quarters with absolutely no visitors.”

Leonard snorted. “Think that’ll work? I can hear him now. ‘The Captain knows I am no ordinary visitor’.

“Bones. Please. It took me forever to get his attention. I can’t ruin everything because of gas.”

“I’m pretty sure Spock can handle it, but okay, Jim. I’ll tell him.”

Jim blew out a breath.

Later…

The comm outside Jim’s quarters buzzed.

Jim swore. “Yeah?”

“Captain?”

“Yeah, Spock?”

“The doctor says you are ill.”

“That’s right.” Jim coughed. “Feel terrible. Have to, uh, see you tomorrow.”

“But if you need assistance…”

“No! I don’t. Need. Assistance. I’ll be fine, Spock. Tomorrow.”

A long pause.

Jim bit his lip, feeling the gas coming on again.

“Very well, Captain. Have a good night and sleep well.”

“You too.”

“And Jim?”

“Yeah?”

“No beans tomorrow.”

May 20, 2020

Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

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