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Flash Fic Friday, September 22, 2017

My prompt this week was a tribble and a romantic dinner. Somehow I don’t think this is what Kris had in mind but…

Leonard tossed the tribble into Jim’s lap. Gently, of course, so as not to jar Jim or the tribble.

“So, this is the little guy who saved my life, huh?” Jim picked up the purring tribble and brought it close to his face as he adjusted himself slightly in the hospital bed.

“Indirectly yes,” Leonard agreed. “When I saw him, her, it, whatever, come back to life, I knew what to do.”

Jim eyed it somewhat warily. “Do they bite?”

“Not unless you pester them.”

“And how do you do that?”

Leonard shrugged. “Damned if I know.”

The hospital room door opened and Spock pushed a cart into the room. Leonard noticed Jim brightened instantly and also completely forgot about the tribble, which he discarded on the bed. Leonard scooped it up and set it aside.

“What’s this?” Jim asked.

“Doctor McCoy advised that you were well enough to have real food, as opposed to the hospital food you have been complaining about, so I have brought your dinner.”

“Yeah?” Jim’s smile lit up the whole room and Leonard was glad to see it. He’d been concerned for his friend’s mental state ever since waking up from his coma. But things had been looking up lately and Spock’s constant vigil certainly seemed to help.

“Indeed.” Spock popped off a silver domed lid off one plate. He brought it over to the tray for Jim’s bed.

Jim’s eyes widened. “Is that a steak?”

“Affirmative.”

“And a baked potato?”

“With everything,” Spock replied. “There is also broccoli, in deference to the doctor.”

“That’s something anyway,” Leonard said dryly.

“And cheesecake for desert. I tried to arrange for an alcoholic beverage but the doctor vetoed that.”

Jim glanced at Bones but he smiled.

Spock next put a little vase with a flower on the tray. A very nice touch, Leonard thought. And if anything Jim brightened more, almost glowing.

Spock’s communicator beeped and with a crisp nod he stepped to the side of the room and spoke in a low voice.

“This looks and smells fantastic,” Jim crowed as he picked up his utensils.

Spock returned. “I apologize, Captain. But I must take my leave.”

“Ship’s business?”

Spock shook his head. “Negative. That was Nyota. She has arranged for us to have dinner at Taix.”

Leonard whistled. “Fancy and romantic.”

“Our reservation requires my departure.”

“Oh.” Jim nodded. The bright, cheerfulness was gone. He smiled, but it was different. “Give my best to Uhura.”

“I shall, Captain, and she advised me to give you her well wishes. She will stop by to visit tomorrow.”

“Good. Thanks. You know for dinner.”

“You are welcome.”

And then he was gone.

Leonard could see Jim’s enthusiasm for the meal had diminished by quite a bit. He was now sort of poking at the steak but not even cutting off a bite.

“Not hungry?” he asked gently.

“No, I…I’m fine.” Jim smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He cut off a bite of steak and popped it into his mouth. “Really good.”

And he ate the dinner, every bite, though Leonard knew he would. Jim didn’t generally leave anything left on his plate, because of…well…reasons, as he told Leonard.

“Now, I’m totally stuffed. You should have had some.”

“Spock got it for you.”

Jim didn’t reply to that. And instead said, “When can I get out of here?”

Leonard sat on the edge of his bed. “Well, now, maybe soon. What do you say we someone to clean this up and play some cards?”

“Sure, Bones. That sounds good.”

 

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What Am I Listening To

As I have surely said before, music inspires me. Whether I am just trying to get through the dreary day at work or thinking of my latest Spirk story.

Here’s where my music love is going right now:

Keep Forgetting by Michael McDonald

Turning Page by Sleeping at Last

Drop Dead Beautiful by Britney Spears

Everything by Lifehouse

Somebody to Die for by Hurts

Believer by Imagine Dragons

Cry for You by September

I Don’t Deserve You by Paul Van Dyk (featuring Plumb)

Stay by Hurts

In My Veins by Andrew Belle

Comfort by Phil Campbell

 

These are always changing, of course, but this is my current crop.

Ramblings of the Week, September 18, 2017

fall

So I have this day off of work to spend with M. This is probably the last day available for him to take before his company’s year end stuff hits and there is massive overtime. They are basically told you can’t take any time in October, November and December. Sucks!

I also have October 02 scheduled off but that’s by myself. Later in the year I will some additional time. I also need to save a week for the end of January for our cruise.

Speaking of which, we need to pay the balance on that by the beginning of November.

Weather here has been spectacular. I am loving it. I do think we are supposed to hit 90s by next week for about 3 days or so before it goes back to the weather I have been loving. Autumn. My favorite season for decor and many other things.

My goal this week is to get the next chapter of Didn’t We Almost Have it All done and posted.  I have no other specific goals so we will see what if anything I can done besides that one.

Tomorrow night we plan to see It.

And that pretty much sums up my rambles for this week.

Videos Saturday

It’s time for some videos!

Some are not safe for work or probably your mom, or grams, or your landlady or kid, etc.

 

A Little Extra Flash

This is just a little something I wrote. There’s nothing else to it but I thought I’d share it too. Mirror Kirk, who is already with Mirror Spock in his own universe, comes to the Kelvin ‘verse and meets a different version of his lover, who is not yet with the Kirk there.

Jim certainly missed his lover, sinister stare, goatee that drove him wild, those incredible mind melds, his over protectiveness. Yeah those were all turn-ons to be sure. But there was something about this prissy version of his boyfriend that Jim found unexpectedly appealing.

He’d heard stories that this Spock had been fucking Uhura for literally years, apparently. As far back as their academy days. He’d been surprised by this considering his Spock was very firmly only interested in males. But okay, Jim himself wasn’t picky. He’d have sex with whoever or whatever wanted him and had. Well, until his firmly monogamous first officer got ahold of him, that is.

According to what Jim learned, most recently, they’d had trouble when Spock had decided to dump Uhura to return to his planet, called New Vulcan here, apparently, and create baby Vulcans. That hadn’t happened though and Spock had stayed. After a short reconciliation after an incident on a planet called Altamid, Spock and Uhura had once again called it quits.

Which is why, Jim guessed, he found the stoic Vulcan, sitting by himself in the corner of the mess room with a plate of barely appetizing vegetables and a cup of really smelly tea.

Jim flopped down in the chair opposite him and gave Spock his trademark cocky grin. “So, really, why aren’t we having sex?”

“Because we are not engaged in a romantic—”

“Relationship. Yeah, yeah,” Jim waved his hand dismissively. “You’ve said that. That’s not a good reason.”

“You are my commanding officer and it is not appropriate.”

“Weren’t you fucking Uhura?”

Spock blanched slightly at the crass words. Or Jim thought that’s what it was from. “Lieutenant Uhura and I were engaged in a romantic relationship at one time. She did not report directly to me as I do to you.”

Jim scoffed. “So that’s how we’re justifying it. Weren’t you an instructor and her a cadet when you began this romantic relationship?”

“I was not her instructor.”

“Semantics, Spock. And that isn’t the point.”

The snooty eyebrow went up. “What exactly is the point, Captain?”

He leaned forward. “We should be fucking,” he said in a low voice. He figured he was actually doing the Kirk from this universe a favor by arranging it so that when they finally switched back to their own rightful places, this Spock would be already raring to go, so to speak.

And if Jim had a little fun while he was at it—okay, a lot of fun—than that was the sacrifice he would make. For Kirk’s sake, of course. Obviously the kid was shy or he would have already pounced on this prissy Spock.

If there was one thing Jim was not, it was shy. He’d wrapped his own Vulcan around his finger quite easily, thank you very much, and he didn’t see any real obstacles to doing the same here.

“This is not an appropriate conversation, sir.”

Jim smirked. “Going to report me for harassment?”

“I should.”

Jim sighed and leaned back in his chair. “Fine. Okay. I figured you wanted me as much as I wanted you, but since that’s not the case, I’ll find someone else to fuck me.”

Spock’s eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. But he said nothing.

Jim stood and then deliberately tossed his communicator on the floor. “Oh. Oops.” He bent over, ass in air, aimed in Spock’s direction. He was quite sure he heard Spock’s gasp of breath. He picked up the communicator, straightened and turned to Spock with his best and brightest smile.

“See you, Mister Spock.”

And then he went to his quarters to take a shower.

When he came out, he was not at all surprised to find Spock there.

In fact…he was delighted.

Flash Fic Friday, September 15, 2017

My prompt was “We need to talk” from Spock, leading Jim to believe the worst.

 

“We need to talk.”

Cryptic and ominous words thrown Jim’s way just before the shift began.

And now they were almost all he could think about.

All they were doing was star mapping at present. So Jim was sitting there in his captain’s chair wondering what in the world Spock had meant.

It had to be bad. Those four words never led to anything good.

Maybe Spock wanted to leave Starfleet after all. He’d learned well after the fact that Spock’s break up with Uhura had been because he intended to go to New Vulcan to help with the rebuilding of the race. He’d apparently changed his mind but it was quite possible even probable he had changed it back.

According to Bones, the scuttlebutt on the ship was that Spock and Uhura had briefly reconciled after his rescue of her on Altamid but that by the time the Enterprise had been rebuilt with the ‘A” added, things had cooled between them once more. Uhura wanted more emotional attachment than Spock had been prepared to give.  There were even whispers that Uhura was seeing Scotty now.

Which meant there was absolutely nothing to keep Spock on the Enterprise.

What was Jim going to do without Spock? Could he beg Spock to stay? Hell, Jim had never begged anyone for anything in his life and he certainly wasn’t about to fucking start now.

Jim stood. “Spock, you have the conn,” he called over his shoulder as he entered the turbolift. He gave the order for the medbay.

Bones was with a crew member when Jim first stepped inside the medbay so with a vague smile at the nurse on duty, Jim went to wait for his friend in his office. He wasn’t even sure what he expected Bones to say, but he needed an ear right now. Or a shoulder, maybe.

But apparently whatever was going on with his patient was more complicated than he realized, so Jim ended up leaving the medbay without ever seeing Bones.

He returned to the bridge, conscious of Spock’s stare as he sat fidgeting in his chair.

Another few hours passed when he was commed by Bones.

“Jim, you wanted to see me?”

“No, never mind,” he said quickly. He certainly couldn’t talk here.

“If you’re sick—“

Jim heard Spock get out of his seat and walk over to stand next to him. He glanced at his first officer. “No, Bones. Not sick.”

“A headache?” Bones guessed.

“No, no, nothing. I’ll talk to you later.” He cut Bones off mid-word.

“Are you unwell, Captain?” Spock asked. “You did leave the bridge rather abruptly.”

“I’m fine, Commander.” He gave Spock a reassuring cocky smile.

When his shift was finally over, Jim raced for the turbolift shutting it in Sulu’s face so he could get away from Spock. He felt a bit guilty about it but not too bad. The longer he delayed hearing that Spock was leaving him, er, the Enterprise the better.

The first place Spock would look for him was his quarters so Jim hid out in Engineering. If Scotty found it odd he suddenly had a new assistant for a few hours he didn’t say so.

Finally, he was too exhausted not to head for his quarters but as he went down the corridors, he looked around every corner to be sure Spock wasn’t lurking, waiting for him.

He closed and locked his door once inside with a great deal of relief.

Thank God on this new Enterprise he didn’t have to share a bathroom with Spock.

Jim took a quick shower and dressed in loose fitting soft cotton pajama bottoms and a thin T-shirt. And when he removed his shirt, he remembered he had something to give to Spock. He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten it and hadn’t already given it to his first officer.

He removed the holo pic from his drawer and looked down at the picture of Spock with his mother. He was probably about twelve or thirteen in the picture and he looked so very Vulcan. His mother was smiling but of course Spock was not.

His door chimed and without even thinking about it, he called, “Come in.”

And of course it was Spock.

Damn it!

He set the holo picture down for the moment and turned to his stoic first officer.

“Look, I-I know what you’re going to say,”

Spock blinked at him. “You do?”

“Yeah.” He blew out a breath. “I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this. I’ve been afraid ever since I heard you and Uhura broke up for good.”

“I…see.”

“And you have to do what you have to do, I get it, but I really wish you wouldn’t,” Jim said softly. “I don’t know what I’ll do if you do.”

Something shuddered behind Spock’s dark eyes. “I do not need to do it.”

“Yeah?” Relief flowed through him and he smiled wide. “Really? I was so sure you were going to.”

“It was never my intention to upset you or make you feel uncomfortable with my declaration, Captain.”

“Ever since you said we needed to talk I’ve been freaking out.”

Spock straightened. Became stiffer still. “There is no need to freak out. I am Vulcan and can put aside my feelings in this matter so that I will suffer no emotional compromise.”

“Oh. Well. Damn.” Jim put his hand on his stomach. He was feeling queasy again. “If-if it means so much to you, I won’t stop you.”

“Captain—”

Jim looked away. “It’s selfish, I know. I just…I don’t want you to leave. I’ve told you before I don’t know what I’d do without you, and hell, I know that’s way too needy.”

“Leave? You want me to leave?”

Jim’s eyes widened as he looked back at Spock. “No! Never. But if you want to, it’s wrong of me to stop you.” He swallowed. “There were so many times when Uhura held you to her with emotional manipulation. I hated it. You never deserved that. And I can’t be like that. I would never hold you here if you didn’t want to be.”

“I do not understand.”

“Well neither do I!” Jim exclaimed. “It’s just that I love you and—” He slapped his hand over his mouth the second he realized what he’d said. But it was too late. Spock had clearly heard. There was no mistaking it. He lowered his hand and opened his mouth to say ‘totally in a brotherly way’.

But then Spock was suddenly kissing him, devouring him, pushing him against the bulkhead of the ship, with such fervor, such need, that Jim knew then that Spock didn’t view him at all as a brother.

Thank God.

A long time later, Jim stirred in Spock’s arms. “Does this mean you aren’t leaving?”

“It was never my intention to leave.”

“Well. What did you want to talk about?”

“I wished to ascertain whether you were in agreement to begin a romantic relationship with me,” Spock said in his snootiest voice.

Jim laughed. “Oh. Well. I guess you have your answer.”

“Indeed.”

“Hey. I have something for you.” He slipped out of Spock’s arms and patted naked over to his desk where he’d left the picture. He brought it over to Spock. “They found this in the wreckage of the ship and gave it to me when they were giving me some of the crew’s personal effects.”

Spock’s hands closed over it wistfully. “I thought it lost forever.” He paused. “Like her.”

“Oh, honey.” Jim hugged him.

Spock pulled him tight against him. “You have given her back to me in this small way. And you have given me the greatest gift I could ever imagine in you.”

“I love you,” Jim whispered. “I think…I’ve always loved you.”

Spock kissed him. Put his hand over Jim’s heart. “Taluhk nash-veh k’dular, t’hy’la.”

Some More Ramblings This Week

So recent movies.

I saw The Dark Tower. I didn’t mind it. I thought it was pretty decent, actually. Maybe because I hadn’t read the books, who knows. But I and those that went with me thought it was getting a bad rap. We all liked it fine.

The Hitman’s Bodyguard. Hilarious. Lots of violence and bad language so if that’s not your thing, skip it. But Samuel and Ryan were funny as hell in it. The one weakness to me was Salma. I’ve liked her in other things but to me her character didn’t work. But otherwise quite good.

Last night we saw Wind River. It was written by the same writer who did Hell or High Water. I’ve come to the conclusion he really thinks the lives of poor people suck bad. And that’s probably true. But it’s hard to have hope in his movies of ever improving that sucky life. It was very well done but very depressing. The murder/assault scene was disturbing, though not really overly graphic. Graphic enough though. It’s a move that I think will stay with me for a while.

It comes next. I am sure none of you will be running out to see that! Ha. I don’t really find clowns that creepy. When I was a kid there was a period of time my mother collected clown related stuff. Statues of Emmett Kelley and paintings and such. She even had some ornaments. I don’t like them myself but I don’t find them really frightening. That being said the previews for It are terrifying! I can’t wait to see it, lol.

We are actually in the 70s today! Can I get a hallelujah?! HA HA

So far this week besides my guest sex chapter, I have updated What Happened to Spock and When I Fall in Love. Unlike last week I will have a flash up on Friday.

Today I had my Health Screening at work. It’s something they do every year to give you credits toward the costs of your benefits. You have to certify you don’t smoke (my company takes my word for it, M’s makes you do a swab!), get a flu shot (something I have done for years due to asthma), have your BMI done, Blood Pressure checked, and your glucose and cholesterol.

My BP was still too high even with the medicine I take at 130/84. But everything else was great. So yay! I can live for a while longer!

 

 

Guest Writing

Recently I helped my friend, AppreciativeOne (JJ on here) with her work on AO3,  Shore Leave: Irongate Wilderness. I guest wrote her most recent chapter, 6, if you want to check it out.

Image result for iron gate pecos wilderness pictures

 

 

Ramblings of the Week, September 11, 2017

Had a pretty nice weekend. The Muppets at the Bowl were fun. Saw a few celebrities including Ty Burrell from Modern Family and composer Paul Williams. He wrote The Rainbow Connection for Muppets (as well as the music for the Muppet’s Christmas Carol) as well as several very well known songs like the Carpenters’ We’ve Only Just Begun.

And then Sunday we met a friend for brunch. Ate way too much. But it was nice.

I did manage to get the conclusion of First Impressions done despite my vow to take a break. Thanks for checking it out as I know most of you did.

I don’t have any idea what I will work on this week as far as writing goes. I need to get a new chapter of What Happened to Spock done but I am stuck on it. It’s one of those works I wish I had never started because I have written myself into a bit of a corner. I tried to write on something today but without any success I guess. I thought it was pretty good, but apparently it was not, so I am feeling very low.

So, I just don’t know. I ended up reading at lunch instead.

Sixteen years ago, of course, our country changed. I remember spending days on end crying after that day. Hearing all the stories about the people who died. And watching all the news coverage. For those of us that experienced it as adults it’s not something we can ever forget.

 

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