Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Tag: Star Trek

  • Flash Fic, April 12, 2023

    He almost didn’t make it in time. Spock thought he might not, but then as they were about to hand the infant over to Spock, Jim appeared, somewhat out of breath.

    His smile was radiant as he looked down at the tiny child Spock cradled in his arms.

    “He’s just so beautiful,” Jim said. “Perfect.”

    “As next to perfect as it is possible to be.”

    “I’m sorry I’m late. I had a million meetings before I could get away.” Jim moved closer.

    “You are here now.”

    Jim stared down at their newly born son. Created with biological material from Spock and a surrogate Vulcan female. The boy was 3/4s Vulcan. The process had not only given them a child to raise but helped with the Vulcan population, which was why they’d ultimately decided on Spock’s involvement. But Spock was not nearly done with trying to convince Jim.

    He handed over the sleeping infant to Jim, who’s smile got brighter if that was possible. Seeing his husband and son together filled him with an overwhelming emotional warmth and contentment.

    “Now we should have one with you,” Spock spoke up, unable not to voice his opinion once more.

    Jim shook his head, but he was smiling. “Who wants to pass my flawed self onto an unsuspecting baby?”

    “Jim.”

    “Well.”

    “And I do. I can only imagine how stunning our son or daughter would be that was created with your DNA.”

    “Let’s just enjoy our newly born son for now, okay, Spock?”

    Spock moved closer to his family and leaned in to kiss Jim and then then baby’s head. He would not give up. He wanted a child born of each of them and he was certain he could talk Jim into it.

    “You are right, he is perfect.”

  • Flash Fic, April 10, 2023

    No particular theme this month, just where the whim takes me.

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    Jim woke alone in bed and as he placed his hand on where Spock was supposed to be it was cool to the touch and the sheet smooth.

    He sighed in the darkness, straightened, sat up, and turned on the light in the bedroom. Definitely no sign Spock had ever come to bed.

    Jim glanced at the digital clock and saw it was two in the morning. The room felt chilled.

    He got out of bed, reached for his robe, and slipped his feet into slippers he kept by the bedside. He trundled over to the window, opened the blinds and observed that it was snowing. In April.

    He almost went back to bed where it was reasonably warm. But it was also lonely and staying there by himself wouldn’t solve anything.

    Jim turned from the window, left the bedroom and went down the stairs to find his Vulcan.

    Of all the species and all the planets he’d visited over the many years, Vulcans were the most stubborn. And maddening.

    He followed the lone light to the room downstairs they both used as an office and sure enough Spock sat at his desk, a cup of tea beside him, staring at a computer.

    For a long time, Jim just leaned against the doorframe, observing Spock at work, tiny frown lines between his eyes as he furrowed over something no doubt too illogical.

    Jim had no doubt Spock was aware of his presence. They were always aware of each other.

    “Are you still mad?”

    Spock’s gaze met his, those dark eyes warm. “I was never truly angry.”

    Jim came into the office and over to the desk and Spock pulled him down and into his lap. Their lips met in a deep kiss.

    “Then what are you doing down here?”

    “I had trouble feeling sleepy,” Spock admitted. “I received a message from my father that has…unsettled me.”

    Jim glanced at the computer. “What’s wrong?”

    “He seems a bit unwell. Just vague mentions but he appears to be…depressed. He is hard to read. I fear he doesn’t have long.”

    “Do you want to go see him?”

    “I do not want to draw you away from here. You like being here.”

    Jim smiled, his heart warming further. There was never any doubt that Spock would go alone. They never went anywhere without the other anymore. Hardly ever did, really.

    “I like being here because we’re together. It’s snowing.”

    “I know.”

    Jim laughed at Spock’s disgruntled face. “We can go. We should go. He’s our only parent left, we should go and see him.”

    Spock nodded, his eyes turning solemn at the reminder they only had Sarek left as their elder. It was a reminder, Jim figured, of their own mortality.

    “Hey.”

    Spock looked at him.

    Jim leaned down and kissed him. “We’re still here. I’m still here. And we have plenty of time.”

    Spock returned his kiss and then looked at Jim with love. “Let’s go to bed. We can decide when to leave when we wake up.” And they left the home office together, arm in arm, heading upstairs.

  • Flash Fic, March 15, 2023

    I was surprised to be greeted by Sarek when I arrived at the medical facility on New Vulcan. I had been surprised to be contacted at all by Spock or any of the Vulcans, really.

    Spock and I had parted…not acrimoniously or anything, but at the end of our mission, we’d said our farewells, and for my part, though I regretted it, I had accepted this was the end of our great friendship, if that had ever been what it was.

    Yet now I had been contacted two years later when Spock had been injured in a research ship crash on a less explored part of New Vulcan. I didn’t mind at all going to check on Spock’s recovery, and I had been told he would recover, yet still Sarek waiting for me as I arrived was unexpected.

    “I hoped you would come,” Sarek said. He looked so much older than when I’d seen him last. Like something had aged him in ways that were not usual. The pain of living, perhaps?

    “Of course,” I replied. “Spock’s my friend.”

    He gave me an odd look. “Yes, of course. But more yes?”

    I stared at him blankly for a moment trying to fathom what he meant. What he imagined perhaps. Though once I had thought…but no.

    “You do not know, do you?” Sarek asked quietly.

    “Know what?”

    Sarek didn’t speak at first, but then he said rather stoically, “You are his mate.”

    “What?”

    “His T’hy’la. A special bond that is rare among my people. That you are unaware…I cannot speak of such things, but, please, go and see my son.”

    With a frown, I watched Sarek walk away. I turned and went into see Spock in the hospital bed. He was sitting up, looking pale and sickly, still weak and injured. There was a smudge of green blood by his left eyebrow and I felt a moment of outrage that no one had cleaned it from his face.

    I stopped at the nearby sink, wet a cloth with warm water and went to do it myself. He silently watched me, gaze intent.

    After I removed the dried blood, I returned his gaze.

    “I saw your dad.”

    “Yes.” He nodded. “I thank you for coming.”

    “Did you ask for me?”

    He looked away then, and nodded.

    “Spock, why does your dad think I’m your mate?”

    “Because…you are. We are T’hy’la.”

    I slowly blew out a breath. “Why’d you wait so long to tell me?”

    I had surprised him. He stared at me, eyes wide.

    “Yeah, I knew. I mean, I thought. The ambassador…well he may have told me some things.”

    “I did not think you would ever want me.”

    “Are you kidding me?”

    “A skinny, pale Vulcan? You are the radiant sun.”

    I smiled and took his hand. I brought it to my face. “Let me show you.”

  • Bombay Flash

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    Spock now sat in his living room, cat on his lap, trying to wrap his logical mind as to why Commander James T. Kirk would be the cat that Spock had rescued and was now fostering.

    A line from an old Earth’s scribe came to mind.

    There are more things in Heaven and Earth, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

    From all accounts and Starfleet records, James Kirk was an ordinary Human. A brilliant, high-achieving one, notwithstanding. However, if the cat now staring at him with striking blue eyes was indeed Kirk than accounts were not accurate.

    Now there was a chance that something on the planet the shuttlecraft had crashed on had somehow turned Kirk into the creature now in Spock’s apartment, but Spock didn’t think so.

    He recalled after speaking with George Samuel Kirk that he read that the hole in the door of the shuttle had been too small for a Human to escape through, which was one of the reasons the authorities had decided that Kirk perished along with the others in the crash, even after not finding evidential remains. And that had been a logical conclusion if they did not have all the information needed to determine that.

    But George Samuel Kirk had declared to Spock without hesitation that the hole in the door had been big enough for Jim. And if Kirk was in the form of this feline on his lap, that would make him fit through that hole.

    Yet Kirk, if this was indeed somehow him, had not changed back to Human form.

    “What are your secrets?” Spock asked Bombay.

    Bombay made the tiniest of meow sounds, more like a kitten than a full-grown cat and then put his paw on Spock’s face.

    Spock blinked at the cat. “You want me to meld with you?”

  • 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.”