Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Fan Fiction and Personal Ramblings


Totally Modern Jim

Flash Fic, May 18, 2022

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Spock heard someone approaching the bedroom door just before a light tap on it.
“Jim,” he whispered, shaking the Human awake. “I believe your brother is here.”
Jim rubbed his eyes and sat up. After a moment, he rose and went to the door, opening it.
“An ambulance is on its way to take Dad to the hospital,” Sam explained, grimly. “You’d better get dressed. It’s pretty bad.”
Jim nodded and turned to get dressed. His own heart hurt in his chest, but he knew it was bound to be nothing compared to how his dad must feel.
He wasn’t ready to lose his dad. But would he ever be?

Jim stood by his dad’s hospital bed, looking at his pale, unconscious dad. They were talking putting him on a transplant list, but that was if he made it over the next few hours, and then days. He knew how those transplant lists worked. People were on them for years and never got squat.
Before coming into the room, he’d made a call to Nyota.
“Listen, because of my dad’s condition, I’m taking a leave of absence from the University. Not sure for how long.”
“I’m so sorry, Jim. How’s he doing?”
Tears pricked his eyes, but he wiped them impatiently away. “Not good. Think you can cover some of my classes?”
“Physics isn’t my forte. I’ll ask Monty.”
He smiled faintly. “Monty is it?”
“Well. I’ve made some progress.”
“Good. Listen, can you feed my fish? You still have a key, right?”
“I do. I thought those fish died.”
“I got new.”
“Okay, Jim. I will. What about your neighbor?”
“Spock’s with me now.”
“I’m not the only one whose made progress.”
“Yeah. I have to go, Ny. I’ll call you later. And thanks.”
And now here he was. They said people in comas or unconscious or whatever could hear you, but Jim wasn’t sure.
He reached for his dad’s hand but recoiled a bit when it felt cold.
“I met a Vulcan, Dad. He’s not from here. From Earth.”
And very soon, Jim found himself telling his father everything. He had no idea if his father heard him, would remember, or understand. But it felt good to tell someone.
Just as he finished, he felt Spock’s arms come around him, and pull his back into Spock’s front. He wrapped big strong arms around him, and Jim closed his eyes.
“Spock, I love—”
Suddenly there was a loud piercing shriek and Jim felt like he was on fire, it burned so much. He heard Spock gasp behind him.
His father’s hospital room and his father himself faded away and Jim was looking at an older man with pointed ears.

Flash Fic, May 17, 2022

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Later after they’d eaten lunch, Sam took Jim aside,
“I know this is sudden and really short notice, especially since you have Spock with you, but maybe it would better if you stayed the night?” Sam shook his head. “I don’t know, I just…I’m unsettled a bit.”
“If you’re unsettled, things have to be bad. Why don’t we get him to the hospital now?” Jim asked.
“He’s stubborn and doesn’t want to go. And he spoke to his cardiologist and thinks that’s good enough until he sees him tomorrow.” Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. “I could set up a room for the two of you.”
“I’ll need to talk to him because he has work. I can probably call and get a substitute.” Jim’s stomach flipped. “Worst case scenario, I’ll drive him back to San Francisco and then drive back up here.”
“I hate to make you do that, but I’d really like you to be here, kiddo.”
“And I want to be. When did this all start?”
“He seemed a little weak Friday, but nothing too concerning. Same for most of yesterday, but last night he started showing signs of it.”
Jim glanced toward the living room. “This isn’t it, is it, Sam?”
“I honestly don’t know,” Sam admitted. “You know when he was young his chest got crushed when the wall fell on him. The doctors think that did some damage to his heart even back then that nobody paid any attention to until later in life. They concentrated on his collapsed lung instead. I don’t know. Some part of me realizes we’re lucky to have him this long.”
“Yeah okay. I’m going to go talk to Spock and the contact the university.”
Jim ended up taking Spock outside to a garden area his mom usually tended to so they could have some privacy.
He explained everything to Spock, who remained silent until Jim had finished.
“I’m sorry this is so crazy and unexpected. I’ll drive you back to San Francisco and the come back here.”
“I am able to make my own hours at the Institute,” Spock replied. “To be honest I am only working there in an effort to find a way back to my own time and universe. This far I have not been successful. But at the moment, I would rather be here, supporting you.”
Jim didn’t quite give into the relief he felt yet. Because he wanted to make sure. “Really? I don’t want to make things difficult for you.”
Spock pulled him close. “This entire situation we find ourselves in is difficult. But you are my T’hy’la and I don’t wish to be parted from you.”
Jim blew out a breath. “Okay.”

Flash Fic, Monday May 16, 2022

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Vulcans did not feel nervous, Spock reminded himself, and he’d lived his entire life trying to be a model Vulcan.

Still, it took all he had within himself not to shift his position while standing as George Samuel Kirk, “Sam” as he was introduced, surveyed him.

Sam was taller than Spock and used that to his advantage, staring down at Spock with barely disguised intimidation.

He did not comment on Spock’s woolen cap covering Spock’s ears, but Spock suspected that Jim informed his family of Spock’s pointy ear coverup when they’d first arrived, as Jim had hurried into the house prior to the introductions.

“Scientist, are you?”


Sam’s cool blue eyes narrowed slightly. “What do you like to drink?”

Jim returned at that moment from having used the bathroom. He had left Spock in the front hallway with a somewhat hostile older brother.

“He doesn’t drink wine,’ Jim explained. “An occasional sake, but not much else.”

Predictably, this made Spock more suspicious in Sam’s mind.

He wrinkled his nose. “Sake.”

“I did try your cabernet sauvignon.”


“He tried it,” Jim interrupted. “Come on. Let’s have you meet Mom and Dad.”

Sam’s gaze shifted to Jim and he softened immediately. “I was going to call you, kid. Dad’s had a bit of a setback.”

Jim frowned. “I saw he looked a bit weak and was sitting with a throw around his shoulders in the chair.”

“He’s got an appointment tomorrow, but yeah, I guess he’s not doing as well after they bypass surgery as they had hoped.”

“What’s the next step? What are they going to do?”

Sam shrugged slightly. “Guess we’ll find out Monday. It’ll be all right though, I’m sure. He’s got excellent doctors.”

He squeezed Jim’s shoulders. “Come on.”

Spock followed the Kirk brothers out of the hallway and into the “living room”. The house was quite large. Jim had called it a Spanish style villa and advised Spock it had something like ten bedrooms and seven bathrooms.

It was not the house Jim first lived in when they’d moved from Riverside, but that house had been turned into the “guest house” and this villa built as soon as the Kirk Winery had begun to make a decent amount of money.

On the way from Bodega Bay to Napa, Jim had also told Spock that Sam was pushing Jim to move back to Napa and to live with his family.

Spock had to agree that the older Human male sitting in a large Easy Chair covered with a throw did not look well. He was quite pale and seemed to have a bit of perspiration dotting his forehead.

Still George Kirk managed a smile for Spock.

“Nice to meet you. I’d get up but—”

“That is not necessary,” Spock assured him.

“In fact, why don’t we all sit?” Winona Kirk suggested.

Jim took the seat on a loveseat next to Spock, but he leaned forward toward his father.

“Are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital, Dad?”

“I’m all right. I’ve been in contact with the doctors, son. Basically, I’m in heart failure.”

“And that’s not an emergency?” Jim asked sharply.

George Kirk shook his head. “I’m taking the medicine they said to take. And I’ll see them first thing in the morning. I don’t feel any pain. Just weak and tired.”

Winona directed a wan smile in her husband’s direction, then turned to Spock. “I’m so sorry we aren’t meeting you in better circumstances, Spock. Jim has spoken about you, though. Briefly.”

“You’re Jim’s neighbor?” George asked.

“Yes, I have the apartment next to Jim’s and I work at the San Francisco Science Institute.”

Winona rose again. “Since you’re here, why don’t we all have some lunch? I’ll make us sandwiches and soup.”

Jim smiled. “Sure, sounds good. But, uh, Mom, Spock’s a vegetarian.” She nodded. “I will keep that in mind.”

Flash Fic, May 13, 2022

They stopped first to get some baked goods Jim knew from his old days spent with Mavis, and then made it to the car.
The whole time Jim considered things.
Considered the potential of him going with Spock to Spock’s world if they could get Spock there.
The biggest obstacle to that, other than the logistics, was Jim’s family. He loved his parents and his brother. Loved their life at the vineyard. He couldn’t just leave them. Couldn’t just disappear without a trace with them never knowing his fate. That would be far too cruel.
He stood by the driver side and looked over top of the car toward where Spock stood.
“I think you should meet my family.”
Spock angled his head.
“It’s not that far to Napa from here. Just over an hour or so east from our location. If we’re…bonded soulmates, I think whatever the future holds, Spock, I’d like them to meet you.”
They got in the car then by unspoken agreement and as Jim started up the engine, he glanced at Spock, who stoically stared straight ahead.
Spock looked his way. “Is it your intention to reveal my secret?”
“Nope. The less said the better about that. I don’t think anyone else should know right now. People talk, even when they shouldn’t or think they aren’t, if that makes sense. Stuff is revealed unintentionally. You’re just my boyfriend who lives next door and meeting my family is the next step. Okay?”
Spock nodded. “Okay.”
He then lifted his index and middle fingers toward Jim, who for a moment frowned in confusion. Then with a shrug, he lifted his mirror fingers to Spock’s. When the pads of their fingers met, Jim felt a thrilling warmth.
Jaw dropping open he said, “What is that?”
“An intimacy between bonded couples.”
Jim smiled. “Cool.”
They stayed that way for a moment or so and once more Jim felt Spock’s presence in his mind. He wasn’t entirely sure he could get used to it, but it was not unpleasant. Not at all.
Finally, he pulled his hand away, started the car, and headed for Napa.

Flash Fic, May 12, 2022

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Jim laughed and Spock had to admit that he didn’t understand that reaction at all.

He  opened his mouth to ask, but stopped when Jim suddenly buried his face in his hands and let out a rather long and loud exhale.

“Jim? Are you…well?”

“No. I mean, who would be?” Jim laughed again, but then lowered his hands from his face. His eyes looked a little wet. “This is nuts. I finally meet a guy I really like and he’s an outer space alien capable of mind control.”

Spock stiffened. “It does not work like that.”

“Maybe not. But how do I really know? Humans…or Earthlings, from now anyway, we don’t just have mind connections, bonds of that sort, with anyone else.”

“I am aware.”

Jim nodded. “And yet you look offended.”

“I am offended,” Spock agreed. “I would never attempt to control your mind or any other part of you, Jim. In your interactions with me thus far have I given you any reason to believe in any way I would seek to harm you or master you?”

“No,” Jim said, softly. “But put yourself in my shoes, Spock. If I came to where you lived and said I was from the future and we were fated mates, how would you react to that?”

“I do not know.”

“It’s just…this is a lot to process all at once.” Jim stood. “Anyway, we should probably get our stuff together and check out. We have a bit of a drive ahead of us.”

“Very well.” Spock stood too, intending to fetch his overnight bag.

Jim put his hand on Spock’s chest. “I will process it, though. I don’t know where this leaves us.”

Spock nodded. “I only know that with our being T’hy’la, it is going to be very difficult for me to be parted from you.”

“It will anyway. And I wish I could say we’ll figure this out, but I don’t know that we can or even how we would begin to. You can’t stay here. I mean, unless we can’t send you back, and God, I hope, we can.”

Spock said nothing to that.

“You must know how impossible it is for you to stay here, Spock. With that green blood—

“My heart is also in my side,” Spock explained.

Jim’s eyes widened. “Damn.

“Yes, another complication.”

“Anyway, let’s get on the road.” Jim leaned in and kissed Spock, and it was somehow even more thrilling, more poignant than even before.

Flash Fic, May 11, 2022

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Jim woke in the morning to Spock carefully studying him.

It seemed that Spock had been up for a while as he was dressed,  and the drapes were pulled from the hotel’s sliding glass doors to reveal morning in Bodega Bay. Predictably misty and foggy as usual.

Jim felt a little groggy still, so he accepted the cup of coffee Spock handed him gratefully.


“Good morning, Jim.”

Spock was staring at him much more intently than he normally did, so Jim knew something was up. And then there was the really strange clarity he suddenly felt.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“We need to talk. There are…something has occurred which you need to be aware of.”

Jim took a sip or two more of coffee, and let his gaze stray out the window. “I really have to pee,” he said suddenly. He set the coffee down, got up, and did his business in the bathroom.

Afterward he stared at his reflection. He looked pretty much the same and yet…


He steadied himself for a moment by grasping the edge of the sink. He heard Spock speak with his ears and also…

Jim opened he bathroom door and looked out at Spock.

“Are we…are we still melded?”

“Not exactly.” Spock took his hand and led him over to the table and chairs where they’d sat last night. He brought Jim his coffee. “I advised you last night that we are touch telepaths.”


“Vulcan also have telepathic bonds with each other. Familial bonds for example between a child and his parents. And many Vulcans are bonded as children to eventually marry their bondmate and live their lives as a bonded pair.”

Jim frowned. “Were you bonded as a child?”

“Negative. Vulcan children generally are, but in fact I am half Human and half Vulcan.”

“Yeah? I didn’t know that.”

Spock nodded. “My mother is Human. Given the unknowns with regard to my future, it was decided I would not be thus bonded. My mother argued for me to be allowed the bond of my choosing and in this, quite unusually, she was successful. Because of this, I simply never realized.”

Jim took another swallow of coffee. “Realized?”

“That I had a T’hy’la bond that awaited me. It is difficult to explain in your vernacular, but it is somewhat close to a fated soulmate.” He paused. “Last night when we melded while making love, we…consummated that bond and it fully formed between us.”

Jim stared at him. “Wait. Are you-are you saying I’m your fated soulmate?”

“Yes, we formed a telepathic bond last night. In simple terms, we are married.”

Flash Fic, May 10, 2022

Probably NSFW

“Let’s make love.”

“Are you sure? Spock continued to be surprised by Jim. They had just been preparing for bed, when before getting into the hotel bed, he had turned to Spock and said those words.

“Spock, our time is limited. If you go back that is.” Jim shook his head. “And I don’t want you to.”

Spock nodded and opened his arms to pull Jim close. Jim went easily and Spock put his hand on Jim’s jaw and brough their lips together.

When they came up for air, he whispered. “Nor do I, but…I do not belong here.”

“Just…fuck me.”

They managed to get their pajamas off and fell onto the bed together. Spock kissed Jim everywhere and when he went to reach for a condom, Jim stopped him.

“Forget about that. I just want to feel you as you are inside me. Besides, in your time, surely they’ve eradicated sexually transmitted diseases.”

“They have,” Spock agreed. “If you are sure—”

“I am,” Jim whispered, kissing him with such intensity Spock felt dizzy.

Spock prepared Jim with the lubricant and then slowly pushed into the Human. His Human.

Spock knew perhaps he shouldn’t, but even as he moved deeper within Jim, he sought a deeper mental connection. His hand moved toward Jim’s face.


“Vulcans are-are touch telepaths, I wished to-to do a meld with you. If permissible.”

Jim arched up as Spock thrust. “Will it hurt?”

“It should not, no.”

Jim moistened his lips. “Do it then.”

Spock did not need to be told twice. Now that Jim knew the truth of who and what he was, holding back a part of himself was not required.

He rested his fingers on Jim’s face. “My mind to your mind,” he whispered. “My thoughts to your thoughts.”

And just like that, he slipped inside Jim’s mind as though they were made for each other. No meld had ever been so easy, so welcome, so right.

“Spock,” Jim moaned.

In Spock’s mind he saw Earth, as it was now, and then he saw Vulcan as it was when he left, the planets moved to line up right next each other, which he knew was not their exact location, and then Jim, bathed in bright sunlight, like Las’hark, appeared. Spock saw himself bathed in the colors of the desserts of Vulcan. Jim walked toward him, hand outstretched, and Spock reached out and took it.

Spock’s hand slipped off Jim’s face as they both found their release together.


Flash Fic, May 09, 202

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Spock found himself speechless and staring at Jim, unable to think what to say. He’d been found out. Now Jim obviously knew he was not “normal” and yet he didn’t look particularly bothered by Spock’s secret.

Jim sighed just a little then. More of a soft huff of breath.

“You know what? Let’s take care of your cuts first. The rest can wait. Lower your pants or take them off.”

He made it sound like an order and Spock wasn’t sure why, but he obeyed. He turned a bit from where they stood, undid his trousers and lowered them to his feet, and then stepped out of them.

Jim bent down and picked them up. “They’re definitely ruined. I hope you brought another pair.”

“I did,” Spock spoke softly. He was worried. He couldn’t deny it and it was not a pleasant feeling.

Jim smiled, unexpectedly. “It’s all right.” He opened the bag and took out bandages and a small container of peroxide. “I can use this, right?”

Spock nodded.

He poured some out on a cotton ball, then knelt on the floor of the room in front of Spock.

“Just a few scraps is all. I was afraid you’d cut it bad enough for stitches.” Jim shook his head. “I’d have to find a way to sew it up myself obviously.”

“Jim.” But he stopped, not knowing what else to say.

“Does it hurt?” Jim asked after wiping the scrapes with the peroxide soaked cotton balls.

“Just a dull sting.”

Jim glanced up at him. “You can take your hat off, Spock.”

Spock did, still staring rather dumbly at this unusual Human.

Next Jim opened a couple of bandages and put them across the scrapes. He then sat back a bit to look at them.

“Good as new. Or almost.” He looked up at Spock again. “Want to help me up?”

Spock reached down and easily tugged Jim to his feet.

“You’re pretty strong.”

“I…have three times your strength.”

Jim’s tongue came out to trace his lips. “Do you?”


Jim put his hand on Spock’s hipbone. “You want to put on a robe or something while we talk?”

“Perhaps, yes.”

Jim moved away and Spock felt a bit bereft by that, though that felt foolish.

He went into the hotel room closet and pulled out one of the terrycloth robes there and handed it to Spock, who put it on without comment.

Jim gestured to the table and chairs in the room. “Wanna sit?”

Spock let out a long breath and did so. He was surprised when Jim moved to the small kitchenette in the room and made them both cups of hot tea. The fact that Jim wasn’t running screaming from him was rather remarkable. Spock thought based on what he knew, this was quite remarkable.

Jim put the cups of tea on the table and then took the other chair.

“Honestly, Spock, that explains a lot.”

“Does it?”

Jim nodded. “Green blood, pointed ears. I never…they just look natural, I guess. The slightly different way you act. Just several things. You aren’t from here, are you?”

“I am not.”

Jim smiled faintly. “Or Massachusetts.”

Spock shook his head. “Not from Earth at all. And from the future.”


“You do not seem surprised.”

Jim shrugged. “I’m a little drunk but not that drunk. There are many things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”


“Yeah. But it applies. I’m a scientist. I know there are many things we don’t know. And that we don’t know we don’t know.”

“I am from Vulcan. Many years from now, our species makes first contact with Earth. How am I here? A colleague and I were on a routine mission when our ship—

“A space ship?”

“Indeed. A Vulcan ship. We were on a supply mission. We encountered some anomaly that thrust us into your timeline and then your air force became aware of our existence, though I do not know what they thought of us. They attempted to shoot us down and we crashed.”


“Yes. My colleague perished. I was able to survive and bury much of the wreckage. As far as I know my appearance here has remained a secret until you as I have been here for months trying to find a way back to where I came from.”

“And that’s why you say you are here temporarily.”

“Yes. I know it sounds fantastical but…all that is correct.”

“I see the evidence before my eyes.” Jim sighed and rubbed those eyes. “I just…I don’t know what to do about any of it right now.”

“Some Humans might wish to turn me into the authorities,” Spock said, carefully.

Jim gave him a look. “Why would I do that? And have you taken to some secret area in Roswell? Spock, I love you. I’m just…this is a lot to process.”

Spock was stunned. “You love me?”

Jim snorted. “Of course I love you. I just wasn’t aware I was in love with an alien from outer space.”

“I…have an attachment to you as well.”

Jim laughed then. “Good to know. We can’t do anything about any of this right now. Why don’t we finish our tea and go to bed?”

Spock nodded. Now that it was all out in the open with Jim it somehow felt better. And worse.   

Flash Fic, May 7, 2022

An extra with a cliffy for ya until Monday

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Everything had been going well between them until Spock tripped on a rock coming out of the restaurant and fell to his knees on the hard pavement.

It wasn’t like him to be clumsy, but his shoe rolled on the rock and down he went.

Spock felt his trousers tear at the knee where he fell and the sting of pain from the tearing of his flesh there.

“Spock!” Jim cried out, reaching for him, but it was too late, and the damage had been done. “Are you okay?”

“I am…undamaged.” Spock paused. “Mostly.”

“Yeah, you fell right on your knees. That had to smart.”

Jim hooked a hand under Spock’s arm to help him stand. His gaze went to the tear at Spock’s trousers.

“Looks like you scraped your knees. Ripped your pants too.”

Spock tried very hard not to panic. But it was summer and still quite daylight as they left the restaurant.

“I will take care of it back at the hotel room,” he said, trying for calm, though his heart raced hard in his side.

Jim was staring at his damaged knees though. His expression hadn’t changed or anything, but he was definitely staring there.

His gaze rose then, blue eyes searching Spock’s face. Spock expected to see some kind of recoil in those eyes that had become so precious to Spock, but there was no hint of anything like that.

“Yes, there should be a first aid kit there. Let’s go,” Jim replied.

He hooked his arm in Spock’s arm like there was nothing out of the ordinary and Spock began to believe that he had made a very close escape.

Outside the hotel office, Jim smiled just a bit. “Wait out here. I’m going to ask them for first aid stuff. Be right back.”

Spock watched as Jim flirted with the desk clerk, who produced supplies to Jim in a small paper bag.

Jim returned. “Lord, that was a pain.”


“I had to swear up and down you didn’t fall on the grounds and we wouldn’t sue. California’s a litigious state, my friend.” He grinned. “Come on, let’s get you taken care of.

They made their way to the room and Jim let them in.

Spock reached for the bag. “I’ll just go into the bathroom and clean this up myself.”

Jim held tight to the bag. “I saw, Spock.”


“Want to tell me why you have green blood?”      

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