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Santa Baby, Part 5

Thank you all for your kind words of support.

With a week or so left until Christmas, we’re up again. I know this one is a bit short and sweet but hey, I have lots of holiday stories on AO3 if you need something more substantive.

Spock showered quickly, though admittedly he was tempted to linger in the luxuriously warm water shower, and then brushed his teeth and used the mouth wash Jim had provided. Jim had left his sweatpants, a T-shirt and even a brand-new package of underwear. Apparently, the young cadet thought of everything. Indeed, there were also warm socks for Spock’s feet.    

Spock was unused to someone thinking so much about his welfare. At least on Earth. His mother would have been thoughtful like this, but since his move to Earth and being involved with Starfleet, he had not experienced such care. He welcomed it, though perhaps a little embarrassed that he did. If Vulcans experienced embarrassment, which of course they did not.

Spock exited the bathroom and found Jim waiting for him in the apartment kitchen, with a warm smile, and a cup of steaming hot tea.

“This ought to make you feel better.”

Spock took the tea gratefully and sat at the table nearby that Jim gestured to. Jim brought what smelled like coffee with him.

“I apologize once more for what happened last night at the bar,” Spock said after a tentative sip of his tea. “I am not usually so reckless and irresponsible.”

“Nah, don’t beat yourself up like that. Everyone makes mistakes.”

“I do not,” Spock said after a moment’s contemplation.

“No?” Jim gave him a strange look.

“There was lot of pressure on Vulcan not to fail.”

Jim shook his head. “Making a mistake is not a failure, Spock. Anyway, I am glad you’re feeling a little better.”

“It is a good thing it is winter break I do not have to teach a course today as I am not sure my concentration would be ideal today.”

“Understandable. You want some breakfast? I can make us some toast. I have blackberry jam if you don’t eat butter.”

“I will eat butter, but the jam does sound appealing.” Spock watched as Jim rose and went back into the kitchen. “Do you have a shift tonight at the bar?”

“No. Actually.” Jim paused, shrugged. “To be honest I’m growing a bit bored there. I’m thinking of quitting.”

Spock perked up. “I think that would be wise.”

Jim laughed. “Why is that?”

“Well.” Spock felt himself blush. “Just…then you would not be required to wear the uniform.”

“I thought you liked it.” Jim winked.

“I…do. Though it is shameful to say so. You should not be objectified in such a manner. But I do not like others ogling you in it.” Spock paused. “If I am allowed to say so.”

“You are. And sure it’s not ideal. But I did get some decent tips.”

“Are your intentions to see your mother and family for the holidays after all?”

“I wouldn’t go that far. I mean I feel a little bad for saying no, but I really didn’t want to travel, and she has my brother and his brood there. Right now, what I want to do, is get to know you better, Spock. In fact, I think I want to get to know you really really well.”

Jim brought over toast, smeared with jam, and more tea for Spock.

Spock picked up a slice and took a bite. “The jam is very good.”

Jim smiled. “I made it myself.”

Spock exhaled. “I may never leave.” He was joking of course. Sort of.

“I’m not kicking you out anytime soon. But I do need to go to the store for some stuff if you want to stay and if you want to come with me.”

“I will come with you.” Spock paused and took a chance. “And stay.”

6

Santa Baby, Part 4

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Spock opened his eyes slowly, conscious of the heaviness of his eyelids as he did so.

“There you are.”

For a moment, Spock struggled to recognize the voice, which surely showed how really out of it he’d been, but then it came to him.

“Jim?”

And sure enough Jim from Nick’s Bar leaned closer, a beautiful smile lighting his face.

“Yes. How are you feeling?”

Rather than answer that question, Spock asked, “Where am I?”

“At my apartment. It was closer than yours, and you were in pretty bad shape.”

Spock blew out a long breath and tried to sit up. He felt unexpectedly weak.

“Easy. Let me help you.”

Jim helped Spock to sit back against pillows, and Spock realized he lay in a bed.

“Am I occupying your bed?’

Jim smiled. “Afraid so. I don’t have any other and I didn’t think the sofa would do.”

He no longer wore his skimpy Santa costume, Spock realized. He now wore a t-shirt and what looked like pajama bottoms. His hair was damp as though he had just showered and somehow he seemed even more appealing like this.

Spock had a sudden uncomfortable recollection. “Did I throw up?”

For some reason this made Jim laugh. “You sure did. All over. Me included.”

“No wonder you look freshly showered.”

“Yep. I did my best to clean you up too but you’re kind of heavy. If you want me to help you get into the shower, I’ll be happy to. I’m sure I have some fresh clothes you can wear.”

Spock looked down at the T-shirt he wore. “Yours?”

Jim nodded. “You didn’t get any on your pants. But I have some sweatpants you can wear after your shower and another shirt. That is if you’d like to take one.”

“I would, thank you. I am sorry to be so much trouble.”

“Don’t worry about it. Do you think you can stand on your own?”

“Yes, certainly.” Spock swung his legs out of bed and stood, feeling quite awkward in front of the object of his fascination.

“Okay, I’ll bring you to the bathroom. I’ll give you some clothes, too. And a new toothbrush with toothpaste and some mouth wash, too.”

Spock blinked. “You seem to know just what to do.”

“Wouldn’t be my first experience with overdrinking,” Jim told him. “Personal experience included.” He put a hand on Spock’s arm and directed him to the bathroom.  “Go ahead and turn on the water to get it warm and I’ll be right back.”

Spock went to the shower with the glass door and turned the handle. He wanted to explain himself to Jim when Jim returned.

A moment later Jim returned with the clothes and the supplies for cleaning his mouth.

“I wished to advise you that I have never done this before.”

“I figured.” Jim leaned against the sink. “Vulcans don’t normally drink, right?”

“That is true.”

“Well, I mean, you don’t owe me any explanations as to why you did. But I do recommend you be more careful.”

“It was more the chocolate,” Spock blurted out.

“What?”

“Since I am half Human the alcohol does affect me slightly more than full Vulcans, but the chocolate is somewhat intoxicating.”

“Oh.” Jim nodded. “Then, uh, why…”

“I wanted…I am interested in you.”

“In me?”

“Yes. I came to the bar because I heard you were working there. I was…attempting to get up the nerve to inquire if you might share my interest.”

“Really?” Jim seemed to consider that. “I didn’t know Vulcans could be shy.”

“I cannot speak about other Vulcans. I can only speak about myself. And I am shy.” Spock felt himself blush. “I have noticed you at Starfleet Academy for some time but…”

Jim smiled. “You should take that shower. I’ll make you some tea for when you come out. And the answer by the way is…yes.”

Santa Baby, Part 3

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“Mom, what’s up?”

“Have you changed your mind yet?”

Jim sighed. “No, Mother. Has Sam and his family arrived?”

“Yes, they have. You really should be coming too, Jim. Having the whole family together would be such a nice treat for everyone.”

“Except me.”

“James.”

“Look, you have Sam and Aurelan and their kids. And Tim. Or Tom.”

His mother sighed heavily. “It’s Todd. And you really should come. He’s a nice man.”

Jim started to get annoyed and he held onto his patience. How many times did he have to say no?

“Now isn’t a good time. I’m working.”

“At that bar?”

“Yes. Nick’s. Or right now Saint Nick’s. He’s changed it for the holidays.”

She snorted. “Isn’t that a little corny?”

“It’s a lot corny,” Jim agreed. “But it is what it is. And it’s working. We’re doing a great business.”

“There’s a rumor that you’re wearing inappropriate uniforms.” She sniffed.

He laughed. “Don’t believe everything you hear.” He glanced down at himself and winced. No reason for his mom to know. “Anyway, I’ll come there during spring break.”

“Spring break isn’t a fun.”

“Maybe not but it’s a lot warmer there in the spring. We can eat deviled eggs or something.”

“You really are determined to ruin Christmas, aren’t you?”

He rolled his eyes even though she couldn’t see him. “Bah humbug.”

“Fine. I’m not giving up, though. I’m going to call you again,” she insisted.

“All right, but I really need to get back to work. Bye, Mom.” He disconnected before she could say anything else.

Jim turned around and saw Spock slumped over the bar and looking vaguely ill, his martini glass empty. He hurried over.

“Spock, are you okay?”

“I do not feel so well.”

Jim bit his lip. “We need to get you home. What happened to Uhura?”

“She departed.”

“Great. Damn. Hang on. I need to find someone to cover my shift.”

Jim hurried away to contact another employee and after securing their agreement, Jim went back to Spock.

“Okay, they’re coming in. I should be able to take you home in about ten minutes. You think you can make it?”

Spock nodded, his head now resting on the bar.

“Okay. Hang in there, Spock. I’ll get you out of here soon.”

Santa Baby, Part 1

The first words out of Leonard McCoy’s mouth were, “What the hell are you wearing?”

Jim turned from pulling a draft beer to smirk at his friend, who’d just took a seat at the bar.

“A Santa suit.”

He moved away from Bones, a nickname he’d given his friend, and delivered the beer to a big gruff weightlifter type, who, surprisingly, left him a hefty bunch of credits.

“I’ve never seen Santa wearing that,” Bones remarked dryly.

Jim laughed and shook his head.

“Since when has Santa worn red sequined shorts and suspenders?”

“That’s the boss’ idea.”

Jim’s uniform consisted of, as Bones noted, Christmas red sequined shorts, trimmed in faux white fur, with a black sequined belt around the waist that the suspenders were hooked to. The suspenders were black but the bow tie around his throat was also red sequined. On his head he wore a Santa hat, also made of the same sequined material and trimmed in the white fur. In the middle of the hat, also made from sequins, were holly leaves and a berry. On his feet were black Santa boots, which, thankfully, were actually comfortable.

Jim felt a bit ridiculous in the outfit, but he couldn’t deny he was getting loads of tips.

“You’re actually okay with wearing that?” Bones asked, gaping.

Jim shrugged. “The ladies are wearing similar outfits. I mean, sure, it’s totally objectifying, I get it. But it’s only temporary. I’m just working here through the Academy break.”

  Just then a gum smacking cocktail waitress came over to the side next to Bones with a tray for the drinks her customers had ordered. Instead of shorts, she wore a sequined body suit.

She glanced at Bones. “Hiya, cutie.”

“Hi yourself. How do you feel about wearing such a costume…” Bones paused to look at her name tag. “Janice.”

“It’s crass, misogynist, and humiliating,” Janice told him. “But it pays better than any other job out there right now and I need it to buy my kid Christmas presents. You dig?”

Bones sighed. “Unfortunately. I got a kiddie of my own.”

She placed her drinks on the tray and started to move away. “Figures. All the cute ones are married.”

“I’m not married,” Bones called after her. But she kept walking. “I’m not married,” Bones muttered. He glanced at Jim again. “That belt is stupid.”

“Yep. But it’s keeping these tiny shorts on.”

“Is it? I could have sworn they were painted on.”

Jim chuckled. “You’re in rare form. What can I get you to drink?”

“A whiskey sour.” Bones watched Jim make his drink. “You could have gone home to Riverside for the break. Spend Christmas with your family.”

Jim made a face. “Mom’s got Sam and his whole brood there, doesn’t need me too. And anyway, she’s got a new man.”

“Yeah? A new husband?”

“Nah. She hasn’t remarried since she divorced Frank. This guy won’t last. Most don’t.”

“What’s his name?” Bones sipped the drink Jim put in front of him.

“Tim. Or Tom. Or Tam. Who knows.”

Bones snorted and then his gaze went down to the other end of the bar. “Since when do Vulcans drink?”

Jim didn’t even need to look over to know who his friend was talking about. “He’s been coming in here the last few afternoons.”

“You don’t say. He looks pretty familiar.” Bones snapped his fingers. “He works as an instructor at the Academy. Spock is his name.”

“Yeah?” Jim considered this. “I think he’s the one who’s programmed the test.”

Bones rolled his eyes. “You and that test. Will you give it a rest?”

“I’ll pass it someday.”

“No one passes it.”

“I will.”

“What do you think he wants?” Bones asked, ignoring Jim.

Jim smiled. “A drink, I imagine.”

He left Bones to head to the other end of the bar and leaned against it to study the Vulcan.

“Peppermint Mocha Martini?”

Spock, if Bones was correct, nodded. “Yes, please.”

“That’s a very festive drink this time of year.” Jim smiled. “Are Vulcans into festivities?”

“I cannot speak for other Vulcans,” he said primly. “I only know that I am into Peppermint Mocha Martinis.”

“Coming right up. Hey, is your name Spock?”

“It is.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Jim.”

“Hello, Jim.”

Jim moved away to make the martini, but his mood soured as soon as he saw who suddenly appeared on the stool next to Spock. That just figured.

He finished the martini and brought it to Spock.

“Farm Boy,” she said with a superior smirk.

He didn’t rise to that bait. “What’ll you have?”

She stabbed her manicured nail at the menu of the list of holiday drinks. “The candy cane mule.”

Jim nodded. “Coming right up.”

When he reached where Bones sat, his friend said, “Boy if looks could kill. What’s up?”

“Ah, nothing. I met her on the transport to San Francisco. Wasn’t a good first meeting. And looks like she’s probably his girlfriend.”

Bones laughed. “Doubt that.”

Jim frowned. “Why?”

“His gaze never left your ass, Jim.”

“Oh sure.”

“Trust me. He’s not coming in for the charming atmosphere. He’s here for your sequined ass. Ask him out.”

“He’s an instructor.”

“So? You’re not in his class and the Academy’s on a break.”

Jim considered this. “Still. Vulcans don’t do casual and Jim doesn’t do serious.”

Bones snorted. “Suit yourself. Missed opportunities.” He turned away from Jim to gaze out over the main seating. “Now where is Janice?”

Flash Fic, October 10, 2025

This one should be a tad bit spookier than last weeks.

Jim spotted his friend, Leonard “Bones” McCoy standing before a digital bulletin board on Starfleet campus.

“What’s up? Looking for a new roommate?” he joked.

“Well, I’m guessing that’s gonna happen pretty soon, but no. Listen to this.”

Jim smiled. “I’m listening.”

“Over the last few weeks several cadets have gone missing. They are seen one day and the next morning it is as if they have vanished. No trace of them has been found,” Bones read.

“Hmm. Yeah? Does it give any other information?”

Just then Jim felt someone’s hand touch his waist lightly. He glanced over and smiled at Spock.

“Hey you.”

Bones glanced over and barely refrained from rolling his eyes. “I should have known with you here Spock wouldn’t be far behind.”

“What are you saying, doctor?”

“Oh, don’t pay him any mind, Spock. We were just reading about the disappearances of cadets.”

Spock glanced at the board. “These are all cadets staying in the dormitories.”

“Yeah, looks like it.”

“Then it makes sense for you to move in with me now,” Spock said smoothly.

Bones snorted. “And leave me to disappear I suppose?”

Jim laughed. He turned to look at Spock. “Do you really think I should? I mean I figured I would eventually, sure, but we’ve only been official for a couple of weeks.”

“This seems an appropriate time given the recent disappearances.”

“The whole thing sounds weird to me,” Jim said, glancing back at the board. “I wonder if it’s someone’s idea of a Halloween joke.”

“I was unaware of Halloween being a time for jokes,” Spock said.

“Well, a prank.” Jim scooted closer to the board, moving Bones away with his shoulder.

“Don’t mind me. I’m just standing here.”

“Oh shush. See look.” He stabbed at the notice. “All of the cadets have been male with fair hair and blue eyes.”

Bones chortled. “That leaves me out after all.”

“That is alarming,” Spock put in.

“Hardly. This has Gary Mitchell all over it.”

“I do not understand.”

“Gary’s an asshole. Him and his buddy, Finnegan. The two of them get together and decide how to make everyone else miserable. Like my second day here, I walked through this doorway and a bucket of old fish poured all over me from above.” Jim made a face, remembering. “Those two idiots were behind it.” He narrowed his eyes at Bones. “Are you laughing?”

“Of course not, Jim,” Bones assured him.

Jim rolled his eyes. “The point is this thing is specifying “cadets” that sound just like me. I bet if we checked with someone in actual authority no such disappearances are happening.”

Bones frowned. “You could be right. I’ll check into and let you know. But I agree it’s likely those two idiots at it again. Trying to cause a panic or something.”

“Next thing you know they’ll be dressing up as the headless horseman and throwing pumpkin heads at people.” Jim patted Bones’ shoulder. “See you later.”

Bones moved off and Jim turned to Spock, who still looked troubled.

“I still believe it would be prudent for you to move off campus into my apartment,” Spock declared. “You have been spending most nights there anyway.”

“Yeah, that’s true. And for all his grumbling, I really don’t think Bones minds.” He grinned. “Okay sure.”

Spock glanced at the notice. “Are you sure it is a Halloween prank?”

“Not positive but it sounds weirdly specific.”

“Indeed. A bucket of old fish?”

“Yeah and it was really gross.”

“I will have to make myself acquainted with Mitchell and Finnegan,” Spock said, rather ominously as they walked away from the bulletin board.

Jim opened his mouth to tell Spock he didn’t really need to defend his honor, if that was the intention, but then he remembered standing there covered in smelly fish, humiliated beyond belief as the two idiots cackled like maniacs. He smiled to himself and began to plan his move to Spock’s apartment.

Flash Fic, September 05, 2025

And Academy Month Begins

Someone slammed into Spock so hard it knocked him off his feet and to the ground just outside the biology building of Starfleet Academy.

“Oh crap. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m late!”

Spock, momentarily stunned, looked up at a wild-eyed sandy haired cadet with flushed skin staring down at him.

“Let me help you up.”

Spock shook himself. “There is no need, Cadet. I am capable of standing on my own. Since you are late, I suggest you continue to your class.”

“But-are you all right? Are you injured?”

“I am not. Go.”

After another second of hesitation, the cadet ran off.

Spock rose and quickly inspected his uniform, brushing off leaves and other debris. He was in time to see the cadet who knocked him down entering the classroom where Spock would be providing instruction that day.

Were Spock fully Human he would no doubt be somewhat amused by the coincidence. But because he favored his Vulcan side, he did not give amusement a chance to grow hold and instead made his way to the class.

The minute he stepped up to the podium and looked out over the cadets, Spock spoke, “I am Spock. I’ll be teaching this course for Professor Lawrence this semester.”

He ignored the few groans the Human cadets seemed unable to suppress. Spock understood. Natalie Lawrence was a popular instructor, but her difficult pregnancy had made it necessary to appoint a replacement.

He flicked his gaze out at the cadets sitting in their stadium-style classroom and immediately spotted the cadet who’d mowed him down scrunching down in his seat in an apparent attempt to go unnoticed. It was to no avail for that particular cadet was likely to stand out no matter how much he tried not to. He was very attractive with deep blue eyes. He was the sort of man who would ‘turn heads’ as his own mother would put it.

Spock had no intention of moving his head.

He cleared his throat and began his lecture.

Spock was not sure why he was surprised when shortly after he left the classroom that same cadet suddenly appeared, keeping pace with him as he walked.

“Hey, sorry about that. Professor.” The cadet glanced his way. “Commander. Sorry, Commander. It won’t happen again.”

“I should hope not.”

“Kirk.”

“I beg your pardon?”

The cadet smiled and for a moment, Spock felt dizzy.

“Kirk, James T. My name.”

“Ah. I believe I might have heard of you, Cadet Kirk.”

“Good things, I hope.”

“What I heard was neither positive nor negative. Neutral.’

“Oh. Well.” Kirk stopped abruptly.

And for some reason Spock found unfathomable, he too stopped.

“I don’t want to keep you from wherever your next destination is, I just wanted to apologize, find out if you were all right, and assure you it won’t be repeated.”

“I am unharmed,” Spock assured him. “But I do urge caution the next time you are rushing to a class. Not everyone will be as sturdy on their feet as I am.”

For some odd reason, Cadet Kirk smiled. It really was a very nice smile.

“Don’t worry about me,” Kirk replied.

“I am not, in fact, worried.”

Which drew out a hearty laugh from Kirk. And though Spock almost felt he should be affronted, like perhaps the cadet was having amusement at Spock’s expense, he found the laugh so appealing he could not be irritated.

Kirk thrust out his hand toward Spock and before Spock could rethink doing so, he took the offered hand to shake it.

And electric-like shocks crept from his palm and fingers where they touched Kirk all the way up his arm. And he felt an almost kick in his side where his heart lay. It was suddenly hard to maintain his composure and though he felt a tug on his hand by Kirk, who clearly wanted him to let go, Spock held fast.

“Are you all right, Commander?”

It seemed clear from the confusion on Cadet Kirk’s face he was completely unaware of what Spock had just discovered.

“Would you happen to be free for coffee or tea?” Spock asked.

“Uh. Now?”

“Preferably.”

Kirk nodded. “Okay. But I think I’m going to need that hand to lift my coffee cup.”

Spock released his hand then, reluctantly. Kirk smiled.

“After you,” Kirk said.

Spock began to walk and Kirk fell into place beside him. “I do not believe you will need to worry about being late for my course.”

“No? Why is that?”

“If I am correct, you will have to request a transfer.”

Flash Fic, August 29, 2025

This seems a fitting precursor for Academy Month

“So, I guess this is it.”

She stood near, arms crossed defensively in front of her chest, looking like she was about to cry.

“I still can’t believe you let that Pike guy talk you into enlisting n Starfleet.” She sniffed.

He smiled. “It will be all right, Mom.”

She gestured to his beaten face. “Really? With assholes like that as cadets?”

“You are right. They are assholes but not everyone is. You and Dad were Starfleet once.”

“Yeah…well. You see how that worked out.”

“I wasn’t doing much around Riverside anyway. This might be just what I need to jumpstart my life.”

Her bottom lip quivered. “Not like I could stop you.”

His smile gentled. “You could, honestly, but I know you won’t.”

“Your first day of school,” she whispered, “I didn’t want you to go. For those first few years it was just you and me and Sam. After your daddy died, it was hard to get anyone to help me, you know? And I didn’t want to impose or ask for help most of the time. George’s parents had already passed on and my parents didn’t live anywhere near Riverside. They offered when you were first born but I wanted…I thought I had something to prove after everything. And I was so depressed.”

“I’m sorry.”

She nodded, swallowed. “I missed your daddy an awful lot. We were so excited during my second pregnancy. We decided to keep it a secret. The gender I mean. I sort of wanted a girl but George wanted another boy.” She laughed. “He got his wish. And anyway, you couldn’t have been more perfect. So in those first years, we got to be real close, the three of us. I managed to keep it together and not give into the depression because I had you boys to keep safe. Other than not having your daddy there, we had the best Christmases then. So much fun. But your first day of school? It was awful.”

“Didn’t you have to do that with Sammy?”

“I did but he was always…very much his own thing, you know? He didn’t want to be coddled or loved not the way you did. I think he struggled more with George’s death than I realized. He didn’t know him long but he managed to idolize George in the time he did know. Anyway, he wasn’t terribly affectionate or anything and I think he wouldn’t have appreciated me weeping like a fool over him.”

Jim was a little amused. “But I did?”

“You and I were very close. You were my sweet little mini me. I tried to go with the idea of home schooling you but by then everyone I knew, my parents too, said it would be a mistake. That you needed to get out and meet others and socialize with more than me and Sam. So I took you to school. You were fine. You said, ‘Bye Mommy’ and ran. You didn’t even look back, you just ran in there like you were about to conquer the world. And I cried and cried.”

“Ah, Mom.” Jim went and hugged her close. “You know I loved you. I love you always.”

“Yeah.” She clung to him. “I made a lot of mistakes, honey.”

“We all make mistakes.  It’s how we learn to grow as human beings afterward that defines us.”

She shook her head. “You’ve always been better than me.” She pulled out of his arms. “You’re going to be an amazing Starfleet officer, Jim. I don’t doubt that at all. But I’m going to miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too,” he assured her. “Walk me out to the bike?”

She wiped her eyes and said, “Sure.”

They walked outside arm in arm. It was early in the morning still. He hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep, being sore all over from the fight. 

He squeezed her hand and went over to his bike. He was about to get on when he turned around.

“See? I’m looking back this time.”

She laughed and cried at the same time, ran to him and hugged him tight. “Contact me when you get there.”

“I will. I promise.” He got on the bike, winked and then said, “Bye Mommy.”

Flash Fic, May 02, 2025

This is inspired by Heart’s song, Alone

Jim had left a message for Spock to get back to him, but so far, Spock had not returned to his apartment, Jim supposed, to get that message.

He didn’t really want to think Spock had received it and had chosen to ignore it.

So Jim lay in the dark on his dorm room bed unable to sleep. Thar afternoon he’d attempted to contact Spock on his communicator and it had gone unanswered.

He’d considered that unusual but then later he had spotted Spock at a café not far from the Academy campus with a group of other instructors and even a few students who acted as assistants to various instructors.   He’d been frustrated to see it but it explained why Spock had not picked up his communicator.

Jim had tried a few more times later but stopped when he thought he might appear stalkerish.

All this because he had decided to tell Spock he wanted more than friendship from him. He was in love with Spock and had been for a while. The thing was Jim hated being in love because it scared him. In the past he’d always held back some of himself so he couldn’t become emotionally involved. He’d learned his lessons at a younger age.

But then Spock came along and everything changed.

Did it matter that the very day Jim had decided to tell Spock he wasn’t available?

He finally left a note on Spock’s apartment door to contact him, but that still hadn’t happened.

And Jim was fast losing his nerve. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a mistake. Bones had been right, Spock was out of his league.

Well, Bones had said it the other way around, but his friend was biased and Jim knew the truth of it.

Honestly, considering their rocky start with Jim beating Spock’s test, he’d been surprised they ended up friends.

There had been rumors that Uhura wanted Spock to be in a relationship with her, but Jim hadn’t seen any indication that Spock had been amenable to that, although he did see her in the group at the café.

In the morning, Jim was taking a shuttle to Riverside for a long weekend to visit his mother. He’d hoped to tell Spock everything before that, maybe even convince Spock to come with him to meet his mom, but that wasn’t going to happen now. And that was life, he guessed. A missed opportunity. Perhaps forever.

Jim sighed and turned over, deciding he might as well get some sleep.

He’d been dozing maybe ten minutes when there was a knock at the door. Now a little groggy, he wiped his hand over his face and stumbled to the door. He opened it.

His mouth dropped open.

“Spock?”

Flash Fic, December 04, 2024

We return to the ChessMaster and Too Sexy today.

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“Well, looks like I’m basically settled into your apartment now, Spock. I didn’t have a lot. Just some clothes and a few personal things. All the furniture in the dorm was Starfleet’s.”

“It certainly makes the transition easier,” Spock replied. “Doctor McCoy has supplied me with enough EpiPens to place in strategic locations throughout the apartment to ensure you safety should you experience another allergic reaction to something.”

Jim snorted. “He overreacts. I doubt I’ll run across, uh, Frieresty Weed anytime soon.”

Spock shrugged slightly. “Since you are likely to accompany me to Vulcan later in this month, it is actually possible you will encounter it again. I am considering having Mother prearrange replicators there to make sure you are only given food that is known to already be acceptable to you.”

“A onetime allergy, Spock, hardly seems to warrant all this.”

“There may be other unknown allergens, Jim. You were unaware of Fieresty Weed before it affected you.”

“Yeah, okay. I can’t argue with that.”

Spock’s lips twitched. “It is good to know there is something you cannot.”

Jim tossed a throw pillow at him and then yawned. “God, I didn’t realize how tired I am. It’s been a lot these last few days.”

“Indeed,” Spock agreed. “Your hospitalization, going to Riverside, and now the move. I suggest you take a long hot shower and then dress in your pajamas. There is no need to go anywhere. I will order you some food when you are ready.”

Jim smiled. “That sounds great. Pizza maybe?”

Spock nodded. “Whatever you wish. I would like to spend the evening pampering you.”

“I would certainly like to spend the evening being pampered.” He laughed. “Happy Holidays to me.”

“And speaking of which, though we do not generally celebrate Earth holidays in my family, I am not opposed to you adorning the apartment with illogical and frivolous decorations.”

Jim hugged Spock, chuckling as he did so. “That’s me all over. Illogical and frivolous.”

“Jim—”

“I’m teasing, Spock. Let me go get that shower and then I’m all yours.”

“Mine,” Spock repeated softly. “I like the sound of that.”

Jim kissed him. “Me, too.”

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