Starfleet Academy Fic

Flash Fic, October 07, 2020

I did promise a continuation on these two.

Jim was surprised how fast the time went since he’d arrived on Vulcan with his mom and Sam.

The original plan had been to stay in ShiKahr to see how well a non-dairy ice cream shop, Tastes Like Real Ice Cream Co., would do there.

His mom was one of the executives of the company and had been charged with making it successful on Vulcan. To pretty much everyone’s surprise it had worked. The Vulcans were…literally…eating it up.

The Kirks had trouble keeping every flavor stocked and usually customers were out the door. It had meant very little free time for Jim and his brother Sam.

From the beginning Sam had announced his intention to leave for Chicago where he was going to meet his fiancé Aurelan on September the first, but after Mom begged and begged, Sam had postponed leaving.

Now they were in October and Sam still hadn’t left. Jim hadn’t made any decisions about joining Starfleet either. The thing was, he wasn’t sure what his Mom was going to do if both of them left. Either of them really. But he knew Sam wanted to. Saw the far off look in his brother’s eyes when he thought no one was looking.

Jim for his part had met someone pretty much right away.

Spock.

They’d gone on a date, well, sort of. Spock was very reserved at dinner and Jim hadn’t known how to act with a Vulcan.

But it was nice, and Jim thought they’d see each other again.

Only at the end of dinner, Spock announced he was leaving in the morning for an extended mountain retreat.

Dumbfounded, Jim had asked, “For how long?”

“Uncertain.”

And that had been that. The whole summer passed with Tastes Like Ice Cream becoming a raving Vulcan success. Only he hadn’t seen Spock again.

And now it was October. Jim felt both disappointed and foolish for having gotten his hopes up.

Exhausted as the three of them were, Mom finally had to hire additional help in the shop, so there was now a young Andorian male working there, and also a Vulcan female.

Jim was on a break, sipping iced coffee, sitting at a table outside the shop, when Sam approached him, looking determined.

“I’ve had it,” Sam said, flinging himself into a chair.

“Had what?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “You know what. It’s already a month past the time I said I’d blow this rock. Mom’s so successful there’s no way she’s leaving anytime soon.”

“You think?”

His brother smirked. “I just overheard her, brother mine. She’s actually looking into buying a house here.”

“She…is?”

“Yep. And that’s fine for her if she wants to live on a melting rock, but I have plans with Aurelan. I told her today, end of week, I’m on the shuttle back to Earth.”

Jim bit his lip. “What she say?”

“I should do what will make me happy. And you know what? You should too. You wanted to join Starfleet. I know you said you hadn’t made up your mind, but I think you did and you’re just staying to help Mom.”

Jim scowled. “What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing. Except that you’re living someone else’s life, not your own. Just because she wants to stay here, doesn’t mean you do or should. Don’t let helping Mom keep you from your dream. And anyway, I don’t think she would want that either.”

“Easy for you to say. Dad died because of Starfleet.”

Sam sighed. “Dad died because of who he was, Jim. And he knew the risks. And so did Mom.” He patted Jim’s leg. “Just think about it. You could be on that shuttle with me back to Earth. Mom can hire others to take up the slack. There are plenty of people on Vulcan willing to work here.”

Jim opened his mouth to reply when he spotted a familiar face, well attached to a whole body of course, coming toward them. It was the Vulcan, Spock.

Sam followed Jim’s gaze, frowned, and then shook his head. He rose from his seat, squeezed Jim’s shoulder, and then moved off.

“Jim.”

“Hello. Long time no see.”

“Indeed.” Spock gestured to the seat that Sam recently occupied. “May I?”

Jim nodded.

“I apologize for my lengthy absence.”

“You don’t really owe me anything.”

Spock inclined his head. “Perhaps not. And yet when I told you I would be on a retreat, I had not anticipated the length.”

“And did it do for you what you wanted?”

“Affirmative. I have been considering Kolinahr.”

Jim frowned. “What’s that?”

“The purging of emotions. It is a lengthy process.”

“Uh. Okay. Why would you want to do that?”

“Vulcans value logic over primitive emotions. It is considered the ultimate logic and highest standard to undergo Kolinahr.”

Sounded awful to Jim.

“You said you were thinking of it, what have you decided?”

“To do so.”

Jim blew out a long breath. “I see. Well. Thanks for letting me know. I wish you well, Spock.”

He stood then.

“Gotta get back to work.” Jim glanced around, saw no one paying attention, and leaned down, placing his lips on Spock’s in what he hoped was a searing kiss. He pulled back and straightened. Smiled at the dazed look on Spock’s face. “That’s what emotions do, by the way. See you.”

He began to walk away.

“Jim. What are your future plans?”

Jim turned around. “Me? I’m joining Starfleet.”

Maybe to be continued….

October 7, 2020

Flash Fic, September 30, 2020

And we come to the end of the September Academy Flashes

Spock had never picked up a hitchhiker in his life and he wasn’t about to start. Or so he thought.

It was pouring rain and he was driving his hover car on the way back to San Francisco from a smaller city outside of it where he had been visiting a friend.

Well, it had been a booty call. If he were honest and Spock always was. But that friend was leaving Earth tomorrow and Spock would not see him again.

He saw a figure of a male walking by the side of the road in the rain with his head down and huddled into a barely acceptable coat. The road was desolate and there were no other cars around, so Spock wasn’t sure where the man had come from, but he found himself slowing down, though he felt foolish doing so.

He pressed the button that would roll down the window but he kept his thumb near so he could easily raise it again if need be. It was phaser proof.

“Do you require assistance?” Spock asked.

The man lifted his head and Spock spotted the bluest of eyes. His face was wet, but for some reason it didn’t seem like it all came from the rain. The eyes were red rimmed.

“Thank God,” he said. “I thought no one would ever help me. I need to get to San Francisco. My bike broke down miles ago. I’ve been walking ever since.”

And Spock recognized him then. Pike had spoken of him and Spock had done his research after he learned about him.

Spock made a decision. “Get in.”

He saw the gratitude in the man’s face as he quickly got in the passenger side next to Spock.

“Jim Kirk.”

“Spock. I know who you are.”

“You do?”

“Yes. Captain Pike has told me about you and…we are roommates.”

Kirk stared at him as Spock began to drive toward San Francisco. “Wow. You-you’re the Vulcan everyone was talking about. You’re at the Academy?”

“I will be when the semester begins. And yes…I am.”

“And we have the same dorm?”

“Evidently.”

Kirk smiled. “My luck is improving. Thank you. For picking me up. I was getting pretty despondent thinking I’d never find civilization.”

“You are welcome.” Spock nodded. “And as it happens, we are quite literally, going to the same place.”

Jim leaned back a little in the seat, closed his eyes, and smiled. Then he opened them as Spock got nearer to the city.

Jim leaned forward in excitement. “Are you hungry? I’m hungry!”

Spock’s lips twitched. “I could eat.”

“Pull over there! There’s a restaurant.”

And Spock did. This seemed clearly to be the beginning of something. He simply did not know what.

Coming up for October we will see Harvest/Autumn themed flashes, maybe some sort of spooky…we shall see.

September 30, 2020

Flash Fic, September 28, 2020

Leonard knocked on the door of the apartment of someone he frankly didn’t care to see, but, well, here he was. If they put up the picture of the best best friend in the world on some kind of list, he was certain he’d be A Number One.

The door was opened and there stood his nemesis.

Okay, not really. But—

“Doctor.”

“Asshole.” Leonard sighed. “Okay, okay. Sorry. Spock. Look, I don’t want to be here anymore than you want me to be here, but…for Jim’s sake I am. He’s really really upset over your fight and I think…whatever it was about…you should seek him out and make things right.”

Spock straightened. “You assume it was my doing?”

“Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. I know Jim can be challenging. But the truth of the matter is, who cares who was at fault or who said what or did what? Does any of that matter if you end up losing Jim? Because I have to tell you, Spock, you are in danger of that. Jim doesn’t trust or love easily. And once you lost that, it’s probably gone forever. So be the bigger one here, Spock. Go to Jim and fix this. You won’t be sorry if you do that, but you may be otherwise.”

Leonard left then, hoping that what he’d said to Spock would be good enough. He had a class to go to then.

Much later he returned to a dark dorm.

He called out, “Jim?”

Because ever since his fight with Spock, Jim had been moping around the place.

“Lights.”

Leonard spotted on the table a six-pack of beer, a pizza, and a plate with a donut. There was a note too.

With Spock. Thanks. We both owe you. ❤

Leonard smiled and reached for the pizza. Then went for the donut first.

September 28, 2020

Flash Fic, September 25, 2020

A continuation from Flash Fic September 04, 2020 (Who Does Spock Wake Up With?)

Jim rounds the corridor in the hospital in time to see Uhura step into Room 141. He tries not to bristle at the sight, but it’s a near thing. He clenches his fists as he continues down the corridor and to Spock’s room.

He hears the murmur of her voice as he approaches, but it is too low for him to make out the words she is saying to Jim’s boyfriend.

Jim was all too aware she wanted Spock to be hers. Had even considered Spock hers prior to Jim meeting Spock one night in a bar. Though he has never told Spock about it, she even confronted Jim a few days later to give him a piece of her mind about stealing her boyfriend.

Jim considers letting Spock have privacy with her for her visit and turning around to get coffee at the cafeteria. But Jim supposes he is just not that good a person and he steps into the room.

He is carrying the hot spiced tea Spock likes as well as a container of oatmeal Jim made himself for Spock’s breakfast, even though the hospital provides an “adequate” breakfast as Spock himself says.

“Good morning,” Jim calls out to alert them to his presence.

Uhura glances at him, eyes narrowed. “Morning.”

“Jim, you are earlier than I anticipated.”

Jim smiles and makes a big show of going over to Spock and leaning down to kiss him. Spock accepts the gentle kiss with enthusiasm.

“How are you feeling?”

Two days before Spock had slipped on a wet floor at the Academy and fallen down the stairs. Though he hadn’t broken anything, thankfully, he was battered and bruised and had a concussion. Though Spock had fought it, he was ordered to stay in this hospital for four days. This was his third and he would finally be released into Jim’s care tomorrow.

“Much improved,” Spock says. “I believe I could be discharged today.”

Jim shakes his head. “You aren’t the doctors. Here I brought you tea and oatmeal like you like it.” He sets the items on the tray before Spock and turns his attention back to Uhura. “So sweet of you to visit.”

“Well, that’s what friends do,” she replies. Uhura turns to Spock. “Looks like you’re in good hands, if I get a chance I’ll stop by late afternoon.”

“Thank you, Nyota.”

Spock watches her leave but Jim doesn’t bother. His focus has returned to Spock.

“Are you really okay?” He tries not to sound so needy and anxious but thinks he likely fails. He’d about had a heart attack when he had been alerted to Spock falling down the stairs.

Spock holds out his hand toward Jim, who gratefully takes it. “I am much improved, Ashaya.”

Spock has taken to calling him the endearment and Jim really likes it.

A lot.

He bites his lip.

“I knew a man once, a family friend,” he says. “He fell down the stairs and hit his head. Said he was fine, at first. But later he died. He had bleeding on the brain and didn’t get checked.”

“Ashaya, I have been checked. I will be fine.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” Spock lifts the cup of tea and removes the lid, taking a sip.

Jim sees the pleasure in Spock’s eyes he fails to hide. Spock is pleased Jim has learned his preferences. And Jim knows Spock has learned his. Even in the only month and a half they have been together.

Jim sits on the side of Spock’s bed, after releasing Spock’s hand so he can dig into the oatmeal.

“I sense some tension between you and Nyota,” Spock says after a bite or two of his breakfast.

“Hmm. She’s just sore she lost. And I won.”

Spock gives Jim that very slight smile he has come to love so much. And yeah Jim recognizes that word is there, in the equation.

“I was not aware I was a prize.”

Jim laughs. It feels good to laugh. Spock is here, with him, alive and going to be well.

Life is good. Better than he hoped for.

“Yeah, you kinda are, Spock. You kinda are.”

Since Autumn is officially here, I couldn’t resist using this picture. Autumn is my favorite season (even if holiday wise Christmas is my favorite).

I suspect you will see these two again in October.

September 25, 2020

Flash Fic, September 23, 2020

Spock was surprised, really, each time he woke up to find Jim Kirk sleeping next to him. Everyone, Jim included, called Jim his boyfriend. And that term was still strange to him. It was such a Human term. And didn’t entirely encompass all that he felt or intended with regard to Jim. So far, he had not used it.

He had not intended to obtain a boyfriend in his life. He was there to be a member of Starfleet and though that had certainly not changed, he had the added…benefit of someone to share that with.

Spock had met Jim at a gathering mutual friends had given. They’d started talking and then somehow ended up back at Spock’s apartment and bed. Spock did not do one-night stands and apparently, as they’d been together since then, his record of not having one-night stands was still quite correct.

Spock had to get up early that morning as he had an eight o’clock class to teach and he preferred to be there well before the start. He generally met his friend, Nyota Uhura, for tea on such mornings, and though he now had a…Jim…that did not change.

He also knew Jim didn’t have a class until that afternoon, so Jim preferred to continue sleeping on such mornings. And waking Jim up when he was not ready to be was always a mistake. Jim could become quite grumpy.

Still, after Spock’s early morning shower, after dressing, he leaned down to kiss Jim’s forehead. Jim continued sleeping right through it.

When Spock opened the door to his apartment to leave, he was startled to find someone standing there.

He could see the Human male was likewise startled, and his hand was raised as though he was about to knock.

He was very tall and blond with familiar blue eyes. Spock surmised, logically, that he was somehow related to Jim.

“May I help you?”

“I’m looking for James Kirk. I was told he might be here.”

“You are?”

The blue eyes narrowed just a fraction. “His brother. Is he here or not?”

Spock considered that. “It was my understanding his brother is missing.”

“Guess I’ve been found.” The man shrugged. “Jim? Are you in there?”

“He is asleep.”

“Wake him.”

Spock blinked. “I do not…”

“Spock, it’s okay.”

He turned to see a bleary eyed Jim standing just behind him. He still wore his pajama bottoms and had pulled on one of Spock’s bathrobes over that since Jim normally slept without a shirt. Jim’s hair stood on end and he looked young and vulnerable.

And Spock had to leave.

Yet he did not want to leave Jim with this giant unknown brother. His protective instincts took over.

Jim’s brother now sort of pushed his way into the apartment and Spock was about to reach up and pinch his neck when Jim moved forward between them.

“Sam, what are you doing here?”

“Came to see you. I heard you were in San Francisco. I’ve been looking all over for you. Some dude at your dorm said you were with him.” Sam’s gaze went to Spock, briefly, before switching back to Jim. “I’m passing through and thought we could have breakfast or something.”

Jim hugged himself. “Uh.”

Spock bristled. “When was the last time you saw Jim? Was it not when you left him to deal with your stepfather alone? And now you simply show up one day and ask to have breakfast?”

“Spock,” Jim whispered. He put his hand on Spock’s arm. “It’s all right. I’ll have breakfast with him.”

Sam gave Spock a superior smile.

“Then I will arrange to have my class handled by another instructor and I will join you.”

“Controlling much?” Sam said.

“Hey,” Jim snapped. “Back off now.” He took a step toward his brother. “You can just leave.”

Sam put up his hands. “Okay, okay, sorry.”

“Yeah, sure you are. You come here unannounced out of the blue to Spock’s home and then be a dick to him? You have some balls, Sam.”

“I’m sorry. Really. I’ll buy breakfast.”

Jim gave him a look before turning back to Spock. “It’s okay. You go teach your class and I’ll have breakfast with this dumbass here.”

“Jim—”

“It’ll be okay. I don’t want to subject you to any unnecessary drama.” Jim turned back to his brother. “Meet me at the café in thirty minutes. I need time to shower and get dressed.”

“All right, fine.” Sam backed up and out of the apartment. “See you.”

Spock watched him leave. Made sure he did.

Then he turned to…his boyfriend.

“Are you certain you wish to see him alone?”

Jim smiled, though it was strained. “I don’t think he’s out to hurt me, Spock. Probably wants something. Which I can’t and won’t give him. Once I tell him, he’ll probably be on his way.”

“Message me as soon as you arrive and as soon as you leave breakfast.”

Perhaps Spock did sound controlling. And he did not mean to, but he didn’t know Jim’s brother nor his intentions.

Jim kissed him. “Okay.”

And Spock was glad Jim had not argued.

While he was leaving tea with Nyota, he received a message from Jim saying he was seated at a table for breakfast.

Then when his class was over he checked his messages again and there was nothing.

But as he stepped outside he spotted Jim approaching him. And it was all he could do not to pull Jim close in an illogical display of Human weakness.

“Hey,” Jim greeted him. “How was your class?”

Spock shook his head impatiently. “Same as always. Your brother?”

“Same as always.”

“Jim…”

“Can we go to your apartment?”

Spock nodded. “Very well.”

Which made him realize something. Something important.

Though his apartment was really just a short walk from campus, Spock found himself growing impatient to get there. And once he did, he immediately turned to Jim.

“Are you well?”

“Of course I am.”

And without having to ask, and Spock was not sure how to do so, Jim moved close and put his arms around Spock, who could not help but sigh in relief as his own arms closed around Jim. He closed his eyes.

“Better?” Jim murmured.

“Much.”

Jim nodded against him. “You were a bit tense.” He moved his hands up and under Spock’s shirt, his fingers touching the bare skin of Spock’s back which soothed him further.

“It has been a difficult day. Jim, will you share this apartment with me?”

Jim drew back, just a little, for Spock would not let him go far, to look at Spock. “You want me to move in?”

“Yes. With a certainty. You have been spending almost every night here anyway.”

“Sure. But, uh, I wasn’t sure you actually liked that. I don’t know. Sometimes I thought…”

“What?” Spock asked softly.

“Maybe I was pushing you more into this relationship than you were actually wanting. Probably more than you were comfortable with. I just…I’m pretty crazy about you, Spock.”

“You…are wrong.”

Jim gave him a quizzical look. “About what?”

“I want this relationship.” Spock blew out a breath. “I am…not as comfortable with all of this as I should be, I cannot deny that. But I am learning. And I want to learn more. I am very much enamored of you, Jim, and I do want you to stay here with me all the time.”

Jim smiled. “Yeah?”

“Very much so. And what happened with your brother?”

“You could barely stand to wait huh?”

Spock gave him a look.

Jim chuckled. “He’s gone. He didn’t ask me for anything. He’s on his way off planet. We may see each other again. I don’t know. But he really did just want to see me after all this time, I guess. Things are not okay between us, not even a little, but we’ll see.”

“As long as he did not make you feel any worse, than I will not pursue him.”

Jim laughed again and then looked at Spock’s face. “You’re serious?”

“Of course I am. I cannot have him harming my…boyfriend.”

The smile Jim gave him was glorious. He leaned into Spock to kiss him.

When they came up for air, Spock said, “Jim.”

“Hmm?”

“Will you…?”

“Of course I will.”

September 23, 2020

Flash Fic, September 21, 2020

“So, should I join the Chess Club or the Ancient Literature in Modern Times Discussion Group?”

Bones glanced at Jim as they walked along the path between buildings at Starfleet Academy. “That’s like asking me if you should be a geek or a nerd.”

“Funny. I could, honestly, join both because they’re held at different times and days.”

“How fortunate,” Bones said, sarcastically.

Jim smirked at him. “You could join too.”

“No, thanks. I’m up to my eyeballs in courses about being a doctor on a starship. They’re kicking my ass. I have no free time. And any free time I have is spent studying. But I have no free time.”

“And you repeat repeatedly.”

Bones grinned. “You know it. But knock yourself out, kid. Hopefully all that nerdity won’t rub off on me.”

“That’s not a word.”

“Totally is.”

****

When Jim got to the Wednesday Night Chess Club initial meeting he was a little surprised to see a lot of females. And maybe that was a little sexist of him, but it still seemed strange for him to be like the only guy.

He spotted Uhura, from the bar, over by a wall, so he went over to her.

“You’re interested in chess?”

She shrugged. “Why not?”

“I don’t know. It’s just…”

Uhura rolled her eyes. “Look around, Kirk. Most of the cadets here aren’t interested in chess. Not really.”

Jim glanced around the room and then spotted the tall Vulcan in the corner wearing a black turtleneck sweater, black jeans, and black boots. He was surrounded by females.

He blew out a breath. “Oh. Professor Spock.”

“Yes, Professor Spock. Why’d you think everyone was here? Why are you?”

“To play chess, duh.”

“You’re one of the few, I’d say.”

Jim watched her watch him. “Including you.”

Uhura smiled. “He’s really cool and gorgeous. Brilliant. Why wouldn’t I be interested? Aren’t you?”

“Whether I am or not has nothing to do with the Chess Club,” Jim told her. “I didn’t even know he was behind it.”

And that was true. Spock was gorgeous, just like Uhura had said, but Jim wasn’t pursuing the Vulcan professor. He had plenty of interest from other cadets, he certainly didn’t need Jim mooning after him too.

But after three chess matches, all of which Jim won easily because those he played with hadn’t paid the slightest attention to the chess game, he decided to leave.

He was headed out the door when Spock called to him.

“Cadet Kirk, leaving already?”

He turned to face Spock. It was on the tip of his tongue to compliment him on how good he looked in black, before his brain reminded him that he wasn’t going to be like everyone else, gushing over Spock.

“Yeah, it’s uh…to be honest my opponents weren’t much of a challenge so I don’t think the club is for me.”

Spock inclined his head. “Perhaps you would care to challenge me?”

Jim smiled a little. “You, Professor? Bring it on.”

****

A few matches later, some Jim had won, he leaned back in his chair, stretched his arms up in the air and yawned.

“You have an interesting playing style,” Spock murmured.

Jim grinned. “You mean you’re surprised I managed to beat you.”

“It is a rare occurrence when I am bested,” Spock admitted.

Jim looked around and noticed everyone else had left. “Wow it must be late. Or they all left when I monopolized your time.”

“Perhaps some of both.”

Jim got up. “Thanks. I didn’t mean to keep you away from everyone else.”

“My purpose was to have meaningful chess matches and you provided those. I have no regrets. But we are behind the time I said I would utilize this room so…”

Jim held up his hands. “I’m leaving, no worries. Thanks again, Professor.”

“You will be here next Wednesday?” Spock asked as he walked Jim to the door.

“I don’t think so. This, uh, this isn’t really my thing.”

“I surmised you enjoyed playing chess.”

“And I do. But the players here tonight…I’m not sure why they were here, exactly,” Jim hedged. “But it wasn’t to play chess. Anyway, I’ve taken up enough of your time. Goodnight.”

****

The following Monday, Jim popped in at the Ancient Literature in Modern Times Discussion Group only to see most of the same cadets he’d seen at the Chess Club, including Uhura.

Jim sighed. “Don’t tell me. Spock again?”

“Of course,” she said coolly. “You sure managed to catch his attention on Wednesday. Back for more?”

And that’s when Jim noticed just about everyone there was glaring at him with open hostility.

“I don’t need this,” he muttered. He looked at Uhura. “Nope. Wrong room. See you.”

Just as he was stepping outside, Spock approached the room.

“You are leaving?”

“Yeah, don’t think this group is for me.”

Spock frowned slightly. “You are not interested in Ancient Literature?”

Jim nodded. “I am. It’s just…” He took Spock’s elbow and drew him aside. “Those cadets in there aren’t interested in discussing literature any more than they are interested in chess. In fact, they’re pretty much the same crowd.”

“I do not understand.”

Jim sighed. “Spock. They’re interested in you.”

Spock stared at him for a long time and then his lips thinned and he nodded. “I see. Would you like to discuss Ancient Literature in Modern Times privately over tea one afternoon?”

Jim smiled. “I’d love to.”

Spock looked at the door of the room. “In fact, Cadet…may I call you Jim?”

“Please do.”

“If you are free after the conclusion of this discussion at six-thirty, I would like to take you to dinner.”

For a moment, Jim wasn’t sure what to say. And when he finally did it came out stupid. “Uh.”

“If I have misjudged an interest then—”

“Yes. I mean…no. I’m…you’re asking me for a date, right?”

Spock arched a brow. “Yes.”

Jim moistened his lips. “And, uh, when you mentioned discussing Ancient Literature over tea? That was a date too, right?”

Spock nodded.

Jim let that wash over him.

“Then you are interested?”

“Yeah. I am. Yes. I’d love to have dinner.” Jim smiled. “I guess it would be easier to attend the discussion tonight so we can just go out after.”

“Indeed.”

“You know, all those women in there, they really like you.”

“While I am flattered by their interest, it is misguided.”

“Oh?”

“My interests with regard to mates lie with males.”

Jim’s smile widened. “My lucky day then. Shall we?” He indicated the door to the room.

Spock went in before him and Jim followed. And it was really hard not to preen in front of the others. But he tried. Really.

September 21, 2020

Flash Fic, September 18, 2020

“What is a Sadie Hawkins Dance?”

Jim Kirk and his recently acquired friend, Spock, a Vulcan, stopped at a board on Starfleet Academy where announcements, requests, and offerings were pinned to for other cadets to see.

Jim moved close, to lean in, and peer at the note Spock was looking at, and maybe, to get a little closer to Spock too.

He had a crush, so sue him.

“A long time ago, a Sadie Hawkins Dance was when ladies would ask out guys to a dance, instead of the other way around. Traditionally, in the old fashioned times, guys asked them. So when it was a Sadie Hawkins one, guys were supposed to wait for a lady to ask him.”

Spock nodded. “I see.”

“But that’s a long time ago. Now it’s sorta like, well, you ask someone you’d probably not ask usually.”

Spock glanced at him. “Why?”

Jim put his hand on Spock’s back to distract him away from the notices on the board. “Why what? Come on. Aren’t we going for dinner?”

Spock turned away and fell into step with Jim. “Why would you ask someone you would not generally wish to attend with?”

“Well, I mean, you wouldn’t ask Finnegan or something, but…”

“Certainly not.”

“I just mean you wouldn’t ask someone you disliked just to be nice, that kind of thing.”

They left campus and headed down the street to the restaurant they generally had dinner at every Friday night for the last two months. It had choices for both of them that made them happy.

“I see,” Spock said after several moments of silence. “Then who would you ask?”

“Well.” They’d arrived and Jim reached for the door. “Hang on.”

Spock went inside and Jim followed after him. The hostess sat them at what had become their usual table. Before they continued the conversation, Jim ordered a glass of red wine and Spock tea.

“Like someone you really like, but are afraid to ask out.” Jim shrugged. “That kind of thing. I don’t know, Spock. It’s kind of a stupid thing.”

“Do you go to dances?”

Jim laughed. “Nah. Not since I was in middle school. By the time I got to high school, I kinda thought they were lame. I have two left feet anyway. How about you?”

Spock shook his head. “Never.”

They placed their food orders, Jim spaghetti with meat sauce, and Spock some vegetable rice thing he was fond of, and the conversation turned to other subjects.

When their plates were cleared away, Jim asked, “Why the curiosity? Did you want to ask someone to the dance?”

And the funny thing was, Jim thought of Uhura. She was friends with Spock too, though the three of them didn’t really ever do anything together. Jim wasn’t too fond of her and vice versa.

But Jim knew Uhura liked Spock. That way. And it was possible Spock felt that way. Jim knew Spock was rather shy and reserved. Maybe he simply didn’t know how to approach her.

Spock was looking oddly at Jim. He didn’t respond to Jim’s question, so Jim figured he had to pursue it.

“Like, um, I don’t know. Uhura?”

And he inwardly winced at suggesting her.

“Nyota? I do not…Jim.”

“What?”

Spock looked down at his tea and then back at Jim. “Why would I be asking someone to the dance when I am already dating someone?”

And that had Jim staring at Spock this time.

“Wait. You are? Who?”

“You.”

Jim’s fingers gripped the stem of his wine glass so hard he was a little surprised it didn’t shatter.

“I…”

“I am feeling very unsettled to think that all this time my regard was not returned and that I have been a fool,” Spock said, softly.

“No.” Jim shook his head and bit his lip when Spock seemed to draw into himself. “Spock, no. I-I’m crazy about you.”

“You are?”

“Deliriously so.”

“Then we are dating?” Spock asked. “As I surmised.”

Jim went over all their interactions. Going for tea and coffee. Movies. Walks in the park. Even a picnic last Saturday. And every Friday night dinner at the restaurant they were seated at presently.

Well, hell. He was blind. They hadn’t done any kissing or-or anything else, really. Well, Spock sometimes touched his fingers to Jim’s in a weird Vulcan thing, he guessed, but…

“Spock!”

Spock blinked. “Yes?”

“This.” Jim put out his middle and index fingers toward Spock and Spock met them immediately. “This is…it’s an intimacy, isn’t it? For Vulcans.”

Spock pursed his lips. “Yes. I thought you understood.”

Jim blew out a breath. “I do now. I…well. I guess we were taking this slow.”

“Meaning?”

Jim smiled a little. “I should have been kissing you for weeks.”

Spock arched a brow. “You have been. Then I can surmise there is no one else you wish to invite to the Sadie Hawkins Dance?”

“Heck no.” Jim left credits on the table. “Let’s get out of here.”

They left the restaurant and stepped outside, into the somewhat chilly night air.

Jim turned to Spock, put his hand to Spock’s jaw and leaned in to share their first Human style kiss.

It was slow and sweet and warm. It did funny things to Jim’s stomach.

He pulled back, linked his arm through Spock’s and they headed back toward the campus.

September 18, 2020

Flash Fic, September 16, 2020

Jim had kind of had enough, honestly. He hadn’t really even wanted to go to the bar that night, but Bones and Christine had asked and Jim had felt kind of obligated because they’d done plenty of things he’d wanted to do, but he was tired and feeling rather low.

He’d studied most of the evening in the library after being shot down by his crush when he’d asked about a date. And sure, he’d sort of expected it, given who he had a thing for, but still, it was a bitter disappointment.

Jim touched the sleeve of Christine’s blouse to get their attention.

“Hey guys, I think I’m going to head home.”

“What?” Bones exclaimed. “It’s early. Especially for you.”

“I know. I’m not feeling it tonight and I just want to hit the hay.”

Bones smirked at Christine. “He’s still talking like he’s in Iowa.”

“You want us to go with you, Jim?” she asked.

“No, no. I’ll take the bus. There’s a bus stop just outside this bar. I’d walk but it’s raining.”

“Let us know you make it safe,” Christine called after him.

“She’s worse than you,” Jim told Bones.

He walked outside and stood under the awning for a moment as he considered the rain. It was light, really, nothing too heavy. And he considered walking after all, but he figured the bus would probably be arriving at any time, so he’d not have long to wait.

Shrugging, he stepped over to the bus stop. There were two other guys standing there, coats pulled tight around them, wearing caps of some kind. Looking sort of slinky and that they were up to something.

Jim did his best to ignore them.

“Hey pretty boy, got any money?”

Jim didn’t respond.

“Hey, dumbass, we’re talking to you.”

“I don’t have any money.”

“Bullshit, dweeb. We saw you coming from that bar. You got money for drinks. Give us all you got or we’ll cut you.”

Jim sighed. This was just the sort of end to a crappy day he would expect. “I have no money, but I do have a phaser, which I will use, if you don’t back off and leave me alone.”

“A phaser?” One of them laughed. “What are you one of those Starfleet idiots?”

They were too busy laughing at nothing, Jim guessed, to notice the approach of someone else. But Jim noticed. And Jim was very, very surprised as to who it was.

“Indeed, as am I,” Spock said from behind them.

Professor Spock.

“What?” The other one turned quickly, but it wasn’t quick enough, because Spock pinched his neck and dropped him to the ground.

Jim used the distraction to slug the other one in his stomach, causing him to double over.

“My car is over there,” Spock said, pointing down the road. “Care for a ride?”

Jim grinned. “Sure thing.”

He followed Spock to the car.

“Did you really have a phaser?” Spock asked after they’d gotten in and he pulled his hover car away.

“Nope. Was totally bluffing.”

Spock shook his head.

“Uh, not that I’m ungrateful. But didn’t you say no to the bar?”

“I did. I had a change of heart.” Spock glanced at him. “But I am glad I didn’t have to go into the bar, just the same. Your place or mine, Cadet?”

“Yours.”

He texted Bones.

“I’m all right, but won’t be home. C U tomorrow.”

September 16, 2020

Flash Fic, September 14, 2020

“Oh, God, I’m dying.”

Jim doubled over, clutching his stomach.

“I’ve been poisoned.”

He dropped down to one knee, one hand grasping on the porcelain bowl.

In the other room he heard Spock’s voice.

“Nyota, I believe we should contact medical help immediately.”

“Spock, he’s not actually dying.”

“Yes, I am,” Jim yelled.

“It’s hyperbole, Spock. You know what that is. Jim’s just had too much to drink.”

A long pause.

“Kirk, how much did you have to drink?” she yelled into the bathroom.

“Hardly any and it was poisoned.”

He heaved and his stomach contents went into the bowl.

“Nyota…”

“Spock, he’s fine. Go see for yourself if you don’t believe me.”

Jim heaved again as he heard hurried footsteps.

“Jim, do I need to rush you to the hospital?”

Jim held up a finger and then emptied his stomach again.

“Jim?”

He leaned back, sitting on the floor and hugging the toilet.

“I’m okay, I guess.”

“If you require medical attention…

Jim sighed. “I probably don’t. You can go back to the other room. Or leave or whatever you want.”

There was a long pause.

“I do not want to leave. And I want to see you are returned to your dorm safely.” Another pause. “Then it was the alcohol consumption that caused this?”

Jim nodded. “Dad’s birthday. Stupid.”

“Do you think you are able to stand and be escorted home?”

He thought about it for a second and then nodded. “Yeah, with help.”

Spock reached down and lifted him to his feet effortlessly. Jim swayed a little and steadied himself by having a death grip on Spock’s arm.

For a moment he met Spock’s gaze, but then he quickly looked away, afraid of the judgment he might see there.

They left the bar bathroom and it was Spock who made their goodbyes. Jim did notice he spoke low to Uhura, who had rolled her eyes, but then pushed Spock in Jim’s direction.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your evening.” Jim said, miserably.

“You did not.”

Jim knew he had, of course, but he fell silent and allowed Spock to almost carry him to his dorm. He was just grateful Bones had gone out with a lady friend for the night so he wouldn’t have to hear the doc tell him what a fool he was in front of Spock.

Spock opened the door for him and helped him inside.

“Do you need…”

Spock never got to finish because Jim made a break for the bathroom, dropping once more to his knees and heaving his guts.

He stayed in there for a while, even after he was done, hoping Spock would just leave and save him the embarrassment.

To Jim’s surprise when he came out, Spock was sitting at Jim’s small table, having a cup of tea.

“Uh.”

“You still look quite pale. Can you manage tea? I made you a cup.”

“Maybe.”

Spock gestured for Jim to sit at the other little chair. He did and wrapped his hands around the hot cup.

“And here I was trying to impress you,” Jim muttered. “Some dummy huh?”

Spock stared at him. “You were trying to impress me?”

“Uh-huh.” Jim laughed mirthlessly.

“Jim, I do not go to bars.”

“Well, okay, but…” Jim scrunched his face up, confused. “So why did you…”

Spock gave the barest hint of a smile. “Because I wished to spend time with you, Jim.”

“Oh.” Jim blinked, then smiled. “Oh.”

September 14, 2020

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