This one might be a bit hard… It debuted as a one-shot on April 11, 2015
Jim curved his fingers around the back of Spock’s neck and drew him down for a kiss. When they came up for air, Jim’s gaze searched Spock’s. “We’ll be all right here, won’t we?”
“As long as we are together, we will be all right anywhere. Remember you told me that once.”
“Yes, I remember.”
Spock grazed his thumb over Jim’s bottom lip. “You are mine.”
“I know. And you are mine.”
“Always.”
Jim grinned. “God knows I’ve been through enough Pon Farrs to be branded by you.”
Spock’s lips curved. “Perhaps, but there are those yet to come. I will claim you over and over.”
“Unless I claim you.”
“You may try,” Spock said with a raise of his brow.
“When is the next one anyway?”
“You have lost track?”
“Well…you’re pretty passionate even when you aren’t getting all ancient Vulcan on me.”
This fic was posted January 19, 2014 and was the first story in a series…
The first thing Bones said to him was, “You look like shit.”
Jim stood just inside the doors of the medbay, “Thanks, doc.”
Bones said something in a low voice to the nurse standing by a biobed and then he started walking toward his office. “Come on, Jim. I have what you need.”
Jim followed and Bones shut the door, then turned to the small liquor cabinet there. “Seriously, Jim. You don’t look good. Are you sick? Should I be examining you?”
The first chapter of this fic (one of my favs) was June 15, 2016. It was a reader prompt of sorts. Something this person wanted to write but never felt they could.
“Hey!”
“You got a reason to be yelling, kid?”
“Name’s Jim, remember?’ Jim Kirk slung his bag onto his new bunk. Damn it was tiny. He wasn’t convinced his legs wouldn’t dangle down off the edge. And how was he supposed to get it on with anyone in such a tiny bed. He picked up the plain white envelop that simply read Jim. ”You leave this for me?”
His roomie, Leonard McCoy, or so he’d learned on the transport there, scrunched up his face. “I got here same time as you.”
“Oh. Right.”
“Family member?”
Jim snorted at that. “Hardly. I have no family. None to speak of or speak to anyway. What do you say we get out of here and go get a drink?”
“We just got here.”
Jim grinned. “I know. And it’s already boring! Let’s get some action.”
Leonard McCoy rolled his eyes. “All right. But I’ve got a few rules.”
Jim pulled on his leather jacket. “Yeah? Like what?”
Lightning flashed outside the glass door Jim stood by and it was quickly followed by a low rumbling. The rain had begun about ten minutes earlier. Jim was grateful to have already been in the hospital. Worse thing in the world was to smell like a wet dog.
Bones rushed in as though Jim was in imminent danger or something.
“Aren’t you supposed to be on the planet?”
“I’m back.”
His frown deepened. “But Sulu was supposed to—”
“Sulu was supposed to?” Bones prompted, already moving toward Jim with his medical tricorder out.
“Er.”
“Distract me with minor invented injuries so I wouldn’t notice you’re sicker than a dog?”
“Where’d that saying come in anyway?”
Bones shook his head. “You have a damn fever, Jim.”
“Is that why my eyelids are hot?”
“Idiot. Well, you’ve got a zinger of a cold, that’s for sure.”
Jim nodded. “I figured that’s what it was. I took myself off duty and I’ve got tea and everything.”
Bones looked past him to his screen. “That doesn’t look like you’re off duty.”
“Bones, I have reports oozing out of my hot eyeballs.”
“Yeah? How come?”
“That new damn Admiral Colton. He doesn’t like me,” Jim said, with a touch of petulance he could not help. “Mom says he went to the academy with Dad and that he never liked Dad either. They were rivals or something. And ever since he found out I wanted that vice admiral job on Yorktown he’s been looking for ways to prove I’m unfit for command.”
“What? Why?”
Jim shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s got something against me. Implies I have daddy issues or whatever. He wants me subjected to psych eval.”
“Psych eval? Why haven’t I been notified?”
“Because so far I’ve put him off that idea.” Jim sighed. “So here I am proving myself all over again. All of this has to be in before shore leave, which he barely agreed to, I might add. I can’t afford to be sick, Bones.”
“But, Jim, you are sick,” Bones protested.
“So shoot me with some hypos, feed me chicken soup, and be done with it.”
Bones leaned on the desk. “You’re suggesting hypos?”
Jim grabbed his tea and cradled it in his hands. “Desperation.”
“Why not ask Spock for help?” Bones asked, even as he pushed a hypo into Jim’s neck.
Jim bit his lip. “I don’t know. Things are still kind of strange between us.”
“How?”
“He tried to leave and I tried to leave and we both know it now. And, to be honest, we were kind of on strange terms even before all that. He kept giving me strange looks across the room.”
“Spock always gives you strange looks,” Bones told him. “You’re too illogical for his logical brain to take.”
“The last thing I want to do is push him to decide to leave again by piling work on him,” Jim told Bones. Then he smiled a little. “Anyway, I’m hoping if we can just get this shore leave, it’ll be better.”
“Hmm. What are we doing for this shore leave?”
“Oh nope. I’m not your wingman this time, Bones. I have plans. You’ll have to find someone else to hang with for shore leave.”
Bones eyed him. “Wait. You have plans? With Spock?”
“Get real. Of course not with Spock. He doesn’t even take shore leave, you know that.”
There was one time with Uhura where she had finally convinced him to go with her and they’d had such a disastrous time they hadn’t spoken for a full week. Another one of their on-again, off-again things. Which was a large reason Jim was convinced they’d be on-again in no time. There was a time…but no. He didn’t go there anymore. And wouldn’t.
“This time I’d say he needs it and you should go with him.”
“What? Bones, come on. Not that depressed Vulcan bullshit again. Spock’s fine. And he doesn’t need me to hold his hand or babysit him,” Jim insisted. “I’m spending my leave with Areel.”
“Areel Shaw?”
“Yep.”
“Are you nuts? She tried to ruin your career two years ago or have you forgotten?”
“Oh that.” Jim took a sip of his tea, happy as it soothed his aching throat.
“You must be delirious. Areel is not for you.”
Jim snorted at that but it didn’t work due to his clogged nose. It sort of came out sounding too wet and gross. “I’m not going to marry her, Bones. We’re just going to spend leave together. A while back I saw her on Yorktown—”
“You mean you fucked her.”
“Well, sure. Why not? Everyone else was doing their thing, why shouldn’t I?” Jim sighed. “Anyway, we’ve kept in touch ever since. The shore leave thing came up and it worked out in both our favors. So, no offense, Bones, but I have plans and I’m not changing them.”
“If you’re better.”
“I’ll be better.” He smiled. Ignored the pounding in his head. “I need to get back to these reports, so—”
“I’m going. But I intend to check on you later. Make sure you get rest and fluids.”
“Thanks Mom.”
“Shut up.” Bones straightened away from the desk. He went over to the replicator and then returned with chicken soup which he put beside Jim. “Eat that.”
“Yes.”
“And go to bed early.”
“Yes.”
“And don’t contaminate anyone else.”
If nothing else this will make you re-read some old fics! LOL
For the rest of this month and November (December will be my Christmas fic) we will have a Guess the Fic on Tuesdays.
I will post a line from one of my fics and we will see if any of you can guess it. It might be hard but at the end of the day I will update the post to tell you.
For this one, it will be the opening line of this fic.
“What is it you want, Captain? Above all things?” The Premier of the planet, Tolsing, asked him as she brought him through their Sacred Gardens.
Updated: Jay guessed correctly that the fic is Potions. This fic debuted on AO3 November 01, 2015. Here is the first passage.
“What is it you want, Captain? Above all things?” The Premier of the planet, Tolsing, asked him as she brought him through their Sacred Gardens.
Jim smiled. “The negotiations are concluded, Premier. There’s no need to offer me a bribe.”
She laughed, her cheeks dimpling prettily. She had been beautiful once, Jim surmised, was actually beautiful now, though she was hundreds of years older than him. The Tolsings lived even longer than Vulcans.
Her face was lined with age though and she had informed him she likely only had twenty or so years left.
“And I thank you for your diplomatic skills, Captain. They are much appreciated. I have already sent my report to your Federation praising you and the members of your crew. And we were thrilled to afford your crew shore leave after the negotiations were concluded.”
“You have a beautiful planet.”
“Indeed, and we are quite prideful in it.” She gestured to the gardens. “You must admit the fragrance of our flowers is without compare.”
Jim inhaled. “It really is extraordinary.”
She smiled again. “I make potions with their oil extracts and petals.”
Jim cocked his head. “Potions?”
“For anything you wish, Captain. They are magical.”
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 