Star Trek

Flash Fic, January 15, 2025

“God, I’m tired. That mission was a bitch.” Jim yawned as he stepped away from the biobed where Scotty was unconscious. Bones had said he would be okay.

Bones followed him to the doors exiting the medbay.

“You should get some rest. You look like you’ve been kicked one too many times.”

“Nothing serious, though, right?”

Bones nodded. “Nothing broken. Just a few contusions. Surprised Spock didn’t protect you from damage.”

“Nah, Uhura was there, he was more concerned over her. I had security.”

They stepped out into the corridor.

“You and me? Drinks?” Jim suggested.

Bones glanced past him. “Nah, I have patients. And looks like maybe someone’s waiting for you.”

Jim turned around and sure enough standing a few feet away stood Spock, hands clenched behind his back.

“Oh. Hi. Something you wanted, Spock?”

“Indeed. Come with me, Captain.”

Jim went to say something to Bones but his friend had already disappeared back into the medbay.

Jim walked over to Spock. “What’s up?”

“I’m escorting you to your quarters.”

“I should be going to the bridge.”

“Lieutenant Sulu has it under control for now and you require rest.”

He sighed. “Can’t really argue with you. Too tired.”

When they reached his quarters, Jim expected Spock to say goodbye there but to his surprise, Spock entered with him.

“Still something on your mind?” Jim asked, confused. “How’s Uhura?”

“She is fine, she suffered no injuries.”

Jim nodded. “That’s good.” He waited expectantly.

“I am going to make sure you actually get into bed to rest,” Spock explained, patiently.

Jim laughed. “Oh, come on. Why?”

Spock sighed. It was unusual, so yeah, Jim gaped a bit.

“You really are clueless.”

“What?”

“I am not romantically interested in Nyota.”

“Uh. No?”

“I am romantically interested in you.”

Jim stared at him. Spock stared back.

“I would appreciate a response,” Spock finally said.

Jim blinked. “I think I’d better go to bed.”

Spock arched a brow.

To Jim’s embarrassment, Spock helped him undress and put on his pajamas, and then helped him get into bed and pulled up the covers.

When Spock turned to leave, Jim reached for his hand, grabbed and held it.

“Can you stay? I mean, you said Sulu—”

Spock sat on the edge of Jim’s bed and squeezed Jim’s hand. “I will stay.”

January 15, 2025

Flash Fic, January 13, 2025

Time for a January flash. I’m not a fan of the “aliens made them do it” trope, but eh this one came to me.

Jim glanced at his first officer’s profile as they stood next to each other in the turbolift.

The atmosphere in the lift was artic.

“Are we going to talk about it?”

“Talk about what?”

Gritting his teeth, Jim stepped forward, beyond Spock and pulled the lever to stop the lift.

“You know what!”

“Captain—”

“Oh my God. Less than twelve hours ago we were—”

“I would rather not discuss it, sir.”

Jim clamped his mouth shut. He should let it go. Maybe. But he wasn’t going to.

He moved to stand directly in front of Spock. He crossed his arms in front of his chest so he wouldn’t look as vulnerable as he felt.

“Look. None of this was your fault. Or mine. Those bastards on the planet, they were responsible. And as far as I’m concerned after this we don’t have to talk about it again. But I know you probably feel bad about Uhura so…”

“Lieutenant Uhura and I are no longer engaged in a relationship.”

Jim frowned. Did he know that?

“Um. Yeah? How long ago?”

Spock’s expression was frosty. “Two months ago.”

“Oh.” Jim nodded, feeling disoriented. “Still she probably would be, um, bothered.”

“There is no reason she would be.”

“Well, okay. You know her better than me. Anyway, Spock, I just wanted to acknowledge that you might be feeling guilty or something, and you shouldn’t.”

“I was not forced to do anything I did not want to do.”

Jim snorted. “That’s a lie. Aren’t Vulcans supposed to be truthful?”

Spock gave him a look. “I did not speak falsely. I was indeed forced.”

“But—”

“However, it was something I wanted to do,” Spock said. “Not under those circumstances, of course.”

Jim opened his mouth, closed it, opened it. Stared at Spock’s raised eyebrow.

There was only one thing to do now, he decided.

He pushed Spock against the bulkhead and fused their lips together, threading his fingers in Spock’s silky dark hair while he was at it.

Jim was delighted when Spock kissed him back.

The boatswain’s whistle sounded in the turbolift.

“Security to Captain Kirk. The turbolift you’re riding in has been stopped for several minutes, Captain. Do you need assistance? Repeat—”

Jim sighed against Spock’s mouth but when he went to pull away, Spock drew him back, kissing him fiercely.

“Captain Kirk? Sir?”

He rolled his eyes, kissed Spock’s nose and went to the intercom.

“Kirk here.”

“Giotto, Captain. Has your turbolift malfunctioned?”

“No. I mean, yeah, for a second, but it’s okay now. Everything’s fine. Kirk out.” He restarted the lift. Glanced at Spock. “My quarters or yours?”

“We are still on duty.”

“Damn.” Jim grimaced. “Tonight then?”

The turbolift doors opened on a deck and standing outside of it was Sulu and Uhura.

Jim smiled and got out as they got in. Spock didn’t move. “I look forward to it,” Spock said as the doors closed once more.

January 13, 2025

Flash Fic, December 17, 2024

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“So, this is ‘the forge’, huh?” Jim asked as they wandered around an ancient area of Vulcan that Spock had brought him to the morning after their arrival. Not that anything on Vulcan wasn’t ancient. Everything seemed to be thousands if not millions of years.

Spock had briefly explained on the way to Vulcan that Vulcan children were generally informally bonded. Sort of an engagement bond, though most often Vulcans referred to their betrothal as spouses.

Spock was supposed to have been bonded but the other family changed their mind before the official ceremony.

Anyway, apparently, according to what Spock told him, somewhat shyly and with obvious embarrassment, Vulcans came to this area to officially mate at the appointed time. It was all more than a little strange in Jim’s opinion, which of course he kept to himself. He didn’t want to offend Spock or any of the other Vulcans, especially Sarek.

“It is.” Spock looked uncomfortable, and not because of the excessive heat, which certainly was making Jim uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong?” Jim wondered.

“It merely occurred to me that my showing you this might give you the wrong impression.”

Jim smiled faintly. “And what would that be?”

“That I intended to pressure you into something you are not prepared for. May never be ready for.”

Jim didn’t respond immediately, instead he walked around the area with stone arches and a rather enormous gong. “What’s this for?”

“The Vulcan male strikes it to begin the ceremony.”

“Ah.” Jim touched it. “All the elders don’t watch, do they?”

“Certainly not. Once the bond itself has been established, the elders depart, and the couple continue the rest of what is required.”

“Mm. Required,” he murmured.

“You did ask to see this area,” Spock said somewhat stiffly.

“I wanted to, yes. I’m just…taking it all in. Based on what you’ve said or maybe what you’ve not said, I’m guessing you are intending to establish that you don’t want to pressure me into a bond with you.”

Spock hesitated but then nodded. “I am aware that it is not something entirely acceptable to others outside of Vulcan.”

“Did your mom bond with your dad?”

“She did.”

“And she doesn’t seem worse for wear.”

“I would urge you not to treat the matter lightly, Jim.”

Jim snorted. “Well, as of this moment, you haven’t even asked me, so I’m not sure how I am supposed to take it seriously, Spock. I’m not a delicate flower, I can assure you of that. And there aren’t any misunderstandings between us and I don’t feel pressured to do anything since you haven’t asked.”

“Jim—”

“This is cool, well hot really, but can we go back to you parents house? It’s really hot out here and I think I’m getting burned.”

Spock looked instantly contrite. “I am sorry. I didn’t even think.”

He smiled and touched Spock’s arm. “It’s fine, all right? But let’s go back. I’m also kind of hungry.”

Spock nodded. “You have not yet had breakfast. I have appropriate Human food to your liking programmed in the replicators.”

They turned from the ceremonial forge and began to make their way back toward Sarek’s and Amanda’s house.

December 17, 2024

Flash Fic, December 03, 2024 (Christmas Flash)

Simply a Christmas flash, OMS.

Jim got up far slower than he once did after his husband’s Pon Farr was over, but that should be expected he supposed. He was in his mid-fifties now. Still he’d been a part of several Pon Farrs and he knew what to do.

Spock was out so deep it was like he was unconscious, but he knew all about that too. He didn’t worry he’d wake Spock getting out of bed.

He made his way to the bathroom and injected himself with the usual after meds he’d been getting for years now. They worked and he usually managed to feel fairly energetic after an hour or two after rising. He wasn’t ready for any intimacies yet, but then Spock wouldn’t be either.

He got in a nice hot shower, letting it not only cleanse his body of the excess sexual fluids, but also loosen up his bruised and swollen muscles.

By the time he got downstairs to the farmhouse’s kitchen, he was feeling much better. He made himself coffee, started getting things ready for breakfast, and set the computer to play holiday tunes.

He picked up his PADD.

Merry Christmas Eve, Bones.

A few minutes later as he stuck a vegan frittata in the oven, he picked his PADD up again.

Over then?

Yes. Last night.

Merry Christmas yourself. How’s the goblin?

Jim smiled.

Still out like a light. I’m making breakfast.

This one seemed shorter than last time.

Well. We were seven years younger. Spock says his dad doesn’t even have them anymore.

More information than I needed to know.

Jim laughed out loud.

I’ll let you get back to your family. GRANDPA.

Shut up. Merry Christmas, Egghead.

Jim turned around to make himself some bacon to go with the frittata. And by the time he had everything ready he felt a stirring in his mind.

He was not surprised when Spock suddenly appeared. He looked a bit frazzled, wearing pajamas and a bathrobe.

“Jim?”

“Hey baby. How do you feel?”

“Exhausted. How do you feel?’

“Same. But breakfast is ready. Christmas lights on the tree are lit. We don’t have to go anywhere. Seems like a perfect morning.”

Spock drew him into his arms. “Thank you for always taking care of me.”

“Right back at you. Come on. Let’s eat.”

December 3, 2024

Happy Halloween

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“What was that?” Leonard “Bones” McCoy demanded sharply as they heard the rustling of leaves or maybe rats.

James T. “Call Me Jim” Kirk laughed. “Who knows?”

“Why are we here again?”

Good question, really.

They were traipsing through a very dark park at close to midnight.

“And why are there no lights?”

“Power’s out over half the city,” Jim reminded his friend.

“Oh, sure. So when there’s a major power outage we should make sure to go skipping through some dark secluded park. Makes sense to me.”

“When I agreed to come I didn’t know there’d be an outage. And aren’t you the one who declared it was just a park, nothing spooky about it.”

“Well, it sure as hell is spooky now.”

Jim took pity on Bones. “You can go back if you want. I’m okay by myself.”

“Sure when they find your body with your throat ripped out or your guts oozing out I’ll feel real good about having gone home.”

“Geez, drama much?”

“I don’t like this, Jim. Which is why I agreed to come with you in the first place. You shouldn’t meet some stranger for the first time on your own. He could be a serial killer or something.”

“Mm. I know, you told me.”

“Why couldn’t he meet you some place normal? A public restaurant? The movies? Come to our apartment so I can grill him?”

“That’s probably why. He heard I had a mother hen living with me and you scare him off.”

Bones glanced at him. “You told him about me?”

“Of course. We’ve been talking nearly every night for there months. You come up in conversations sometimes.”

“Computer talk or talk talk?”

“I think I understand. At first just on computers and text on communicators. But then voice conversations.”

“So you have heard his voice?”

“Mm hmm. And a great voice he has.”

“Spare me. Still think it’s weird. What’s his name?”

“Spock.”

“Odd.”

“Told you, he’s Vulcan.”

A twig or something snapped near by and they both froze. It sounded loud in the darkness. Jim raised his flashlight, illuminating the area. But there was nothing in the beam of light.

He did notice he had reached the clearing where he was supposed to meet Spock. But there was no sign of anyone but him and Bones.

“Think he spotted me and made a run for it?” Bones asked, with some amusement.

“Could be. You are scary.” Jim sighed. “Spock? You there?”

But the only sound was their own breathing.

“I’ll wait a few minutes, I guess.”

But first ten and then fifteen minutes passed. No sign of Spock or anyone.

“Maybe the power outage prevented him from coming,” Jim said to Bones.

“Could be,” Bones said non-committedly.

He looked like he felt a little bad for Jim, and honestly Jim felt a little bad himself. Jim wasn’t used to being stood up. And he really liked Spock, from what he knew about him.

Jim sighed. “Let’s go home. No point in waiting out here for no one.”

“I’m sorry, Jim.”

“It’s all right, Bones.”

They made it out of the park and toward their apartment without any incident, though Jim thought he heard some weird noises along the way.

Once he even said to Bones, “You don’t hear wings flapping, do you?”

“What now? Wings flapping?”

Jim just laughed. “Guess not.”

The power was still out when they got to their apartment so Jim just went straight to his room. He had no communication from Spock, which disappointed him further.

Hours later he woke to a sound in his room. Jim bolted upright.

“Who’s there?”

“Do not be alarmed. It is Spock.”

Jim blinked. “Spock? How did you…”

A light beside his bed switched on and a tall, dark-haired man with pointy-ears all dressed in black stood near.

“I apologize for not being able to make our rendezvous.”

Jim swallowed. “How did you know where I live? How did you get into my room?”

It was then he noticed the open window. But that made no sense as his apartment was on the third floor.

His gaze flew back to Spock and it must have been his imagination as Spock’s dark eyes seemed to glow.

“My roommate—”

Spock shook his head. “I have already taken care of him.”

“Taken care of him? What?”

“He is unharmed,” Spock clarified. “I merely meant he will not interfere.”

“Interfere? With what?”

Spock held out his hand and as Jim stared into those glowing dark eyes, he rose from his bed and placed his hand trustingly in Spock’s.

Spock drew him close and lowered his mouth toward Jim’s neck.

“You will hardly feel a thing.”

October 31, 2024

Christmas in July #2

Jim should have known Spock would look for him and since Spock knew him quite well these days, he found Jim pretty quickly.

He was seated on an old faded and peeling wooden bench situated in a long forgotten and overgrown garden across from the back porch of the old farmhouse. There was a bit of shade there from a nearby large tree that had been on the property hundreds of years. Good thing since it was July and really quite warm.

He’d have to decide what to do with this place now. There was no one else to make that decision at this point.

“Jim.”

Spock sat beside him on the bench, concern barely hidden in his expression.

Jim smiled and patted Spock’s leg. “I’m okay.”

“You are contemplative.”

“Mm. Even when your parent is sick, you’re not really prepared to lose them.”

“True.” Spock studied him for a moment. “Your thoughts are jumbled.”

“You should be used to that by now,” Jim joked.

Spock shook his head slightly. “The overwhelming emotion I feel from you is regret. I was unaware you had regrets regarding your mother.”

“I guess to you regrets are illogical.”

“I used to think so. But after the loss of my mother I admit to experiencing some regrets myself.”

“Of course you did. I don’t mean to dismiss your feelings in that.”

“You did not. And I do not intend to make this about me,” Spock said. “Will you explain what you are thinking and feeling?”

“Just wish I had been there more for Mom in her final years,” Jim admitted.

“As the captain of a starship it would be difficult to be with her as much as you might like.”

“Yeah but…last year, right about this time, I was on Earth. And she wanted me to come see her here in Riverside at the farmhouse to do our Christmas in July thing.”

“Christmas in July?”

Jim laughed. “Yeah. See when we were kids, my brother and me, little kids, Mom did this thing in the summer. This was before she got so involved in her job that she wasn’t with us much. Before…”

“Frank,” Spock supplied.

“Yeah. She buried herself in work after my dad, then her parents, and then her sister died. It was a lot of grief for her to handle and so she ended up signing up for a job that took her off planet, but she couldn’t bring me and Sam with her. Frank was her sister’s husband. After her sister got sick and passed, for a while Mom got involved with him, but she never really loved him. But when she went off planet, Frank said he’d watch us. Well, you know about what happened with him. But the summer stuff, the Christmas in July we did, that was before her parents and sister passed away.”

“I understand.”

“The whole idea for it started long ago but Mom adopted it for us. One day in July, we got to pick some part of Christmas to do just for that day. Each one of us got to pick whatever we wanted. Mom always chose to give each of us kids a present. That was her thing. Sam always thought with his stomach so he chose to make cookies and gingerbread.”

“And you?”

“I always wanted to put up a Christmas tree.” Jim grinned. “It used to make Sam crazy because it was so much work. We had an artificial one in the basement so Mom would make Sam bring it up with decorations and lights and we’d put it up and decorate in the morning and then the next day, it would all come down. Sam bitched a fit. But I loved it. I’d spend most of that day in the living room in front of it in my shorts and t-shirt staring at the twinkling lights and shiny decorations. It was my happy place.”

“I am glad you had that time with your mother and brother.”

He smiled wistfully. “Me too. Anyway, when I was on Earth last year, Mom wanted me to come see her and do the Christmas in July thing with her.” He choked up.

Spock reached for and took Jim’s hand. “She knew you loved her, Jim.”

“I know,” he whispered. “But I told her I couldn’t. I had too many other things to do while I was here and wouldn’t be able to make it. She was cool about it but I could tell she was disappointed, you know? I had no idea then that it was my last opportunity.”

“I am sorry, Jim. I know how painful such thoughts are. But I also know that she knew how much she mattered to you and I know she adored you as well.”

“Yeah, I do know all that too.” He squeezed Spock’s hand. “I just can’t help but think about stuff like that. And I know there’s nothing I can do about it. But it sucks.”

“Yes,” Spock acknowledged. “Would you like to go into the house and put up the tree while we are here?”

Jim laughed. “You’d do that?”

“Of course I would, if that is what you would like to do. It can be a memorial itself of your mother and brother and the times you were able to enjoy with them. However far removed it is now.”

Jim leaned over to kiss him. “I would love that. Let’s do it.”

And he tugged Spock up and into the house they went to put up a tree.

July 3, 2024

Flash Fic, April 09, 2024

“Well, what do you think?”

Spock looked at Jim as though he hadn’t been paying attention to what Jim had been saying for the last ten minutes.

And honestly, Jim was sort of used to that. If Jim wasn’t talking about Starfleet related business, Spock pretty much shut him out. So much for the friendship to end all friendships.

“About what?” Spock asked, cluelessly.

Jim sighed. He probably shouldn’t even bother. Mostly he had tried to engage Spock more because his relationship with Uhura was on the outs again. Some said it was permanent this time but Jim doubted it. Uhura got made at Spock’s lack of emotional connection all the time, only to decide he was worth it for the orgasms.

Jim snorted out loud.

Okay, he didn’t know that for a fact but Jim couldn’t really guess why they were on again off again all the time. When he had briefly tried a real relationship with Carol, once it was caput, he had zero interest in going again with her. And he was pretty she concurred.

“Whether I should accept the invitation to stay at the royal palace on Cridal.”

Spock stared.

“Princess Alia extended an invitation to stay in the suite next to hers during the negotiations.”

“Why would you not accept, Captain?”

He shrugged. “Mostly because we have a sort of history and I’m thinking she wants me to stay there to—”

“You have previously engaged in coitus with her royal highness?” And here he sounded both shocked and appalled.

“Not the way I’d phrase it, but basically yes. A long time ago and it didn’t end well and I—”

“Certainly not.”

“What?”

“You should stay at the official quarters arranged for you by Starfleet for the negotiations.”

“But you just asked why I wouldn’t accept?”

Spock arched a brow. “That was before I realized that she might perceive this as an opportunity.”

“Okay, sure.” Jim nodded. “But why would that matter? I mean to you. It wouldn’t interfere with my duties if I were to—”

“I believe that it would. It is best to be neutral in this instance.”

“But Cridal isn’t part of the negotiations. They are just hosting them.”

“Nevertheless it is inappropriate to give the appearance of any impropriety.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“You did seek my counsel,” Spock pointed out.

“I did. And I really don’t want to restart something with Alia.”

Spock frowned slightly. “Then why are you arguing with me?”

Jim opened his mouth to reply then closed it. “I don’t know. Habit, I guess. We’re like a bad rom-com. The only time it seems like we communicate is when we’re fighting.”

“I was unaware you felt that way.”

Jim shrugged. “Well. I mean, I know you don’t like me much. You never have. I’m pretty much used to it.”

“I was under the impression that we were friends.”

“Sure, we’ve talked the talk, but we’ve never really walked the walk.”

“What?”

“What I mean, Spock, is we always say we’re friends, even when I was dying, you admitted we were friends, but to be honest I’m not sure we’ve ever acted like friends. Saying the words really isn’t the same thing. I mean, I rely on you, definitely, but I never quite get beyond the fact you seem just to tolerate me. You never even told me you broke up with Uhura or why. I had to hear about it from other sources.”

Spock started to reply but Jim cut him off with a wave of his hand.

“And the very fact that you’re about to tell me that’s private and personal is exactly why I am saying we aren’t really friends. Not by my definition.”

For a moment, Spock remained silent, and Jim thought he was going to walk away in a huff or something.

But then he said, “We ended our relationship for good due to my emotional attachment to another.”

Jim frowned. “You like someone else?”

“Negative. I love someone else. Given that, Nyota was not interested in continuing our romantic connection.”

Jim sputtered, “Well, yeah I imagine not.” He thought about it. “Who is she?”

“My emotional attachment is not to a female, Jim.”

“Oh. Well.” Jim nodded. He wondered why that made the pit of his stomach ache. Well, and his heart too. A strange reaction to a friend being in love with someone else. He licked his lips. “Who then?”

Spock gave a slight huff of air that could have been a sigh. “I am quite certain if you consider the matter long enough, you will figure it out. If you will excuse me, Captain, I am due on the bridge.”

And this time Spock did walk away, leaving Jim staring at him in confusion.

April 9, 2024

April 01, 2024 Flash Fic

“Spock and I slept together last night.”

“You what?”

“Shhh. Bones, stop yelling.” Jim laughed, and looked around the mess room self-consciously. No one seemed to be looking at them at the moment and he spotted Spock sitting at a table for two with Uhura across the way.

“Are you out of your mind? How?”

“How do you think? The usual way.”

Bones gave him an exasperated look. “How did it happen? Uhura’s gonna go berserk.”

Jim paused to feel a bit guilty. He cleared his throat. “We were, uh, arguing. Like always. And then suddenly he was pushing me against the wall in my quarters and—”

His friend held up a hand to stop him. “That’s definitely enough. What are you going to do now?”

Jim stared at him. “Do?”

“You slept with Spock. In case you didn’t think of it, he’s with—

“Yeah, I know. Nothing though. I’m pretty sure it was a onetime thing.”

“You’re pretty sure?”

Jim nodded. “Well, I mean, is anybody totally and completely sure of anything, Bones?” He smiled. “I really have to go. The bridge is waiting.”

And he scooted out of the mess room and to the bridge right after.

It was an hour or two later that he realized he was getting strange looks from the bridge crew. He kept feeling Uhura’s stare but every time he glanced in her direction, she was looking at her station.

And he sure didn’t miss the strange looks he was getting from Spock.

Strange.

It began to make him uncomfortable.

“Uh, I’ve got, uh, I need to take a quick break. You have the conn,” he called over his shoulder as he ran to the turbolift.

But Spock followed him right inside as the doors closed.

“Didn’t I just give you the command?”

“Mr. Scott is on the bridge, he can handle it.” Spock pulled the handle to stop the turbolift.

Jim’s eyes widened. “What—”

“Apparently we slept together,” Spock said, getting straight to the point. “Something I was, somehow, unaware of.”

Jim felt his face redden. “That was…do you know what today is, Mr. Spock?”

Spock simply stared at him, eyebrow raised.

“April Fool’s Day,” Jim supplied. “I was just playing a joke on Bones. I figured he’d get what day it was, but, um, and anyway, how did—”

“Mr. Chekov overheard.”

“Damn, nosey kid. I should have known.”

“I should warn you Nyota has filed a formal report.”

“A what?”

“A complaint with Starfleet.”

“Now wait just a minute.” Then he narrowed his eyes. “April Fools.”

“Indeed.”

“Funny. Can you restart the lift?”

“As a matter of fact, Nyota does not care at all,” Spock said then. “And for a moment thought it was true.”

“Why wouldn’t she care?”

“We are not together. We broke up some time ago but remain friends.”

Jim rolled his eyes. “Ha ha. April Fools. You’re taking the jokes a little far now, Spock. I get it and learned my lesson.”

Spock suddenly crowded him against the wall of the turbolift. “I am not speaking in jest, Captain. Perhaps later in your quarters I can convince you of my sincerity.”

Jim’s jaw dropped open but then closed when Spock leaned in, kissed him, moved back, and restarted the lift. A moment later, Spock got off, leaving Jim staring after him.

April 1, 2024

Flash Fic, March 27, 2024

Spock climbed out of the bedroom window and cautiously on to the flat roof of the house next to it where Jim sat, legs bent at the knee and pulled up to his chest.

“This is an unusual place to find you.” Spock lowered himself to sit beside his husband.

Jim smiled. “Needed a quiet place to think. I used to come out here all the time when I was a kid.” He laughed. “A long time ago.”

“If you would like to be alone—”

“Heck, no.” Jim put his hand on Spock’s leg. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Where you go, I always follow.”

And perhaps that was a bad thing to admit but it was true, nonetheless.

“Thinking about your mother?”

Jim nodded. “I’m an orphan now. Which is crazy. I’m…I’m no young man anymore. It’s been a long time since I needed my mommy, you know?”

“I know,” Spock said softly.

“Still, that puts me firmly in the front of the line for mortality, doesn’t it?”

“I prefer not to think in terms of your mortality,” Spock replied.

“I can’t entirely dismiss the idea. It’s possible I’ll live a good long time with Khan’s blood, but there are no guarantees, even with me no longer being in active command of a starship.”

“Yes, there are no guarantees in life for any of us. We are not promised tomorrow. We have to make the best of today.”

“A logical philosophy.” Jim smiled, squeezed Spock’s leg.

They heard a noise down below and then a blond teenaged head popped out through the open window.

“I’m hungry. What have we got to eat?” David, Jim’s son, demanded.

Jim chuckled. “I haven’t been to the store.”

“But—”

“We’ll order a pizza.”

“Cool.” And David went inside again.

Jim sighed, leaned his head against Spock’s shoulder and said, “Come on. Let’s go back inside.”

March 27, 2024

Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

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