Starfleet Academy

Flash Fic, June 26, 2026

This can be read as a standalone or if you want, the third and final part of the prior two.

Next week begins my annual Christmas in July posts.

“So…anyway. That’s my story. What do you think?”

Oh crap.

Jim leaned over his straw, stuck it in his mouth and took a long sip from his strawberry shake. His gaze strayed around the Academy cafeteria, stalling for time as he tried to figure out what Bones had just been talking about and what he was supposed to think about.

But his gaze stopped on the table on the far side of the cafeteria where a Vulcan sat talking to a beautiful cadet with a ponytail.

“Jim?”

Jim returned his gaze to his friend and smiled. In front of Bones was a largely untouched salad.

“I’m thinking.”

Bones narrowed his eyes. “So you weren’t just staring at Spock and Uhura?”

“Well, maybe I was.” Jim cleared his throat. “I think you should insist that she allow you at least three weeks over the summer to spend with your daughter.”

For several heartbeats, Bones stared at him, and for a second Jim thought he’d gotten it wrong after all. He hadn’t been listening, really, but nine times out of ten lately the subject was Bones getting to spend time with his daughter during the break.

But then Bones said, “Yeah, you’re right. I gotta stick to my guns.”

“You do.”

“And he’s coming over here.”

“Who?”

Bones snorted. “Who do you think? I’ll leave you to it. I gotta contact Jocelyn.”

A moment later, Spock took the seat Bones had recently vacated.

“Hey.”

“Hello Jim.”

“Listen, I know I didn’t make it clear the other day that it wasn’t a one-night-stand for me but—”

“Nor was it for me.”

“Okay.” Jim nodded. “It’s just I haven’t heard from you for days and I know you were busy because your folks were here, but I don’t know. I sort of felt…feel…that I’m not much of a priority.”

Spock looked stricken. Vulcan stricken anyway. “I apologize. I am…unused to dating a Human.”

“I’m unused to dating a Vulcan too,” Jim admitted.

“I will do better. In fact, I would like to inquire if you will go with me to Vulcan during the summer break.”

Jim blinked. Moistened his lips. His heart was racing. And he started to realize what he felt was a kind of apprehensive hope.

“Really?”

“I would like for my parents to meet you and for you to meet my parents.”

“I would…” His voice cracked. “I would like that too.”

“Is everything all right with your friend? He seemed to depart abruptly.”

“Custody issues. He’ll be all right. And, uh, I saw you with Uhura. I thought maybe…” Jim shrugged.

Spock shook his head. “She is a friend only. My interest lies entirely with you.”

Jim smiled, touched Spock’s hand briefly with his fingers. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Don’t you have a class, cadet?”

Jim laughed. “It was canceled.”

June 26, 2026

Flash Fic, June 19, 2026

Yesterday’s was so popular I decided to do a part two. I’m off to San Diego for the weekend, see ya next week

Jim was huddled over a cup of coffee the next morning when there was a knock on his dorm door. Figuring he knew exactly who knocked at his door at this time at eight in the morning.

“Come in, Bones.”

Sure enough Bones stepped inside.

“Coffee’s in the pot there.”

Bones smiled slightly. “Thanks.” He went to help himself to a cup.

He sat across from Jim. “So…how did last night go?”

“What I expected,” Jim said, vaguely. “And your night?”

Bones snorted. “Gary got shitfaced and threw up all over the dancer that worked there. Nolan got in a fight and they took him to jail.”

“About what I expected there too,” Jim said with a laugh.

“Mm.” Bones cradled his coffee mug. “So with my keen power of observation, I saw a mug on the kitchen counter that appeared to have remnants of tea leaves in it. Now, if you drink tea, which is pretty rare and only when you’re feeling poorly, you either replicate it, thus no leaves, or use a teabag, also no leaves. So that means someone else had that tea. Someone serious enough about their tea drinking to want to brew it.”

Jim smirked. “And what else?”

“There are two pizza boxes on the counter. One is empty so that one was definitely yours.”

Jim chuckled.

“The other one has a few slices left and the crust is made out of some vegetable and the toppings are also vegetable with the cheese being vegan. Definitely not yours.”

“What’s it all mean, Bones?”

“You were not alone last night. Someone was here with you!” Bones wagged a finger. “You made up that story about not getting the highest test score so you could have some woman over. A tea drinking, vegan woman!”

Jim shook his head. “Nope. You got it wrong, Sherlock. Or in your case, I’d say, Doctor Watson.”

Bones looked dumbfounded. “How?” Then he glanced toward the bathroom. “Is that the shower turning off?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You mean she’s still here?”

“No.”

“Jim, I know there’s someone here besides us. Just who—”

The bathroom door opened and Spock came out, drying his hair with a towel. Fortunately he had pulled on one of Jim’s robes.

“Good morning, Doctor,” Spock greeted Bones calmly.

Bones sputtered as Spock went into the bedroom and closed the door.

Jim lifted his coffee mug to his mouth and took a sip. “You were saying?”

“I think I’m going to go out for breakfast.” He rose from his chair. “See you later, Jim.”

“See you, Bones.”

Bones left and Jim got up to get Spock another cup of tea.

June 19, 2026

Santa Baby Conclusion

Here is the end. Let me know if you’d like the whole thing together and up at AO3 for saving purposes or if not, here in parts where it was posted.

“You spent far too many credits trying to make me happy,” Spock told Jim as they left the market a couple of blocks from Jim’s apartment.

“I know. Vulcans don’t feel happy,” Jim joked.

“It is not that. Just being able to spend this time with you is enough for me,” Spock replied, feeling embarrassed at his overly emotional state. Perhaps he still felt some of the effects of his overindulging at the bar.

“I could kiss you for a statement like that but I’ll wait until we’re back at my apartment.” Jim walked beside him. “Hey did you let Uhura know you’re okay?”

“I did message her, yes.”

Jim nodded. “I know she doesn’t like me much.”

Spock shrugged. “I do not especially care about her opinion in this matter as I do.”

Jim laughed. “Good to know. Bar fights do tend to give someone the wrong impression. I didn’t start that. The idiots with her did.”

“I am aware of the circumstances, Jim. I do not fault you. My only question was why Captain Pike did not have those cadets dismissed as they were beating up a civilian at the time.”

“I think he didn’t want any more trouble than it already was.” Jim shrugged. “No harm done. Other than your friend’s opinion of me.”

They had reached Jim’s apartment building and Spock followed Jim inside. A part of him wondered if he should be imposing on Jim this much but the other part of him wanted to spend as much time with Jim as Jim would allow.

Once inside the apartment, Jim put their purchases in the kitchen while Spock set the little tree in a pot Jim had picked over in the corner by the window. It came with a few ornaments already on it, along with a silver tinsel garland.

“Did you send your resignation to the bar?” Spock tried to keep the hope out of his voice.

“Yep. You want that gingerbread tea we got?”

Spock came over to the kitchen. “Yes, if you will have some too.”

Jim frowned as his communicator buzzed. He sighed. “Mom again.”

Spock felt bad for hoping Jim would continue to wish to stay with him, but he said, “Perhaps you should take it and I will make the tea.”

Jim nodded. “Right. I’ll be right back.”

He disappeared into the bedroom and Spock went about making the tea, deliberately not listening to anything he might catch with his Vulcan hearing. If Jim changed his mind and wanted to go be with his family there was little Spock could or should do to stop him. He would set his own needs aside.

Presumably now that he had made contact with Jim and Jim had admitted a mutual interest in a romantic relationship, matters would continue between them after the winter break should Jim depart.

The tea was just finished brewing when Jim came back to the kitchen and Spock braced himself to hear bad news for him.

“Everything all right?” he asked politely.

Jim smiled. “Yep. I told Mom I had you here to spend the holidays with me. She was very happy to hear it. She was afraid I’d be working and spending it alone.”

“So you will not be going to Riverside?”

“Nope. I’m staying right here. Oh and my friend, Bones, also notified me he’s going to get to see his daughter. So everyone’s happy.”

Spock felt warmth in his side which he tried to repress. What kind of a Vulcan was he to give into such emotions? But he felt pleasure that he would get to spend time with Jim.

“Now.” Jim came into the kitchen and over to Spock. He put his arms around Spock’s neck and drew him close. “About that kiss.”

Merry Christmas Everyone! I am concluding this here.

Photo by Karolina Grabowska on Pexels.com

December 23, 2025

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.”

December 17, 2025

Santa Baby, Part 4

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.”

December 12, 2025

Santa Baby, Part 3

“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.”

December 8, 2025

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?”

December 2, 2025

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.

October 10, 2025

Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Fan Fiction and Personal Ramblings

Tag

Follow Blog via Email