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Flash Fic Friday, October 06, 2017 (Two Days Early)

My prompt this week as a Harvest Festival and rather than wait, I decided to go ahead and post it! 

“Here, let’s check these out,” Nyota said to Spock as they approached the next stall of what had been billed by the locals as a “Harvest Festival”.

Spock had been forced to cover up his ears with a rather uncomfortably snug and hot wool hat. The information had been that this particular planet was similar to Earth in the 21st Century. And they did not at all know Vulcans.

They had to be careful, of course, due to the Prime Directive.

“I should have stayed on the ship,” Spock said quietly to Nyota.

“Jim’s down here. Do you honestly think you would want to stay up there while he’s possibly in danger here?”

His lips thinned. “No. And in fact he is past the time he was to rendezvous with us.”

“Only a few minutes. And Leonard is with him. He won’t let anything happen.” Nyota tugged on his arm. “Here, you should buy something for him.”

“Doctor McCoy?”

“No. Jim.”


“Because he is your boyfriend now, of course. You should be wooing him with gifts.”

“Since he is already my boyfriend why do I need to continue to woo him?”

Nyota sighed. “This is one of the many reasons we broke up, Spock. It’s just to show him you’re thinking about him.” She stopped by a display of caramel apples. “Here. Apples. Jim likes apples.”

Spock looked at them. “Yes, he does.”

“And I bet he likes caramel. He’s got a sweet tooth. Oh look at this one.” She read the tag. “Enrobed in caramel and then sprinkled generously with toffee bits.”

“What are toffee bits?”

“Some kind of candy.” She smiled at the person behind the stall. “We’ll take this one.”

The person rung up the purchase all the while giving Spock an odd look. And who could blame her. It was hot and windy and he was wearing a winter hat as well as a heavy cape.

As they moved on, Nyota pointed out what she called a Cornucopia. “You should get this for him too.”

“For what purpose?”

“He can display it on one of the shelves in his quarters. Look how cool that is.” She held it up.

Spock shook his head. “Jim does not display anything on his shelves but books.”

“Now is the time for him to start.”

“I do not think so.”

Nyota sighed and moved away to stand at the end of the street, shielding her eyes from the sun. “Here he comes now. Hide the apple.”


“To give it to him in private.” She shoved it into the pocket of the brown cape he wore.

Spock watched Jim carefully as he and the doctor approached them. He saw no signs of injury.

“Hey. Has Thompson returned?”

“Yes, sir, he’s over on the other side of the festival,” Nyota replied.

“Great. We’re done here. So—”

“I haven’t gotten to check out this thing,” McCoy announced.


“Fifteen minutes…tops. Come on, Uhura, lead the way.”

Spock watched as the doctor and Nyota walked away to look at the displays. Jim watched them with bemusement.

“Never thought he’d care about some old festival.”

“Did they have these in Iowa, Captain?”

“Oh sure. They always had Harvest Festivals. Winter Festivals, too, actually.” Jim moved closer to him. “So, Mister Spock…wait. What’s this?” He was pocking at the apple in Spock’s cape pocket.

“It is for you,” Spock admitted.

Jim smiled. “Yeah? What is it?”

For some reason Spock found himself blushing. He was not used to presenting gifts to Jim. And judging by the smile on Jim’s face, perhaps he should be. He took out the wrapped apple and handed it to Jim.

“Wow,” Jim said as he stared at it. “This looks sooo good.”

“You are pleased then?”

“Of course I am. Can’t wait to bite it.” Jim leaned in and pecked Spock very softly on the lips. It was quick and over before Spock knew it. “Thank you.”

Perhaps Nyota had been correct after all.

“You are welcome, Jim. Do you know what a cornucopia is?”

Jim gave him a puzzled look. “Yeah.”

“Come, let me show you one right over there.”




Flash Fic Friday, September 29,02017

My prompt today was Spock giving Jim a gift.

Spock found him standing next to the window in his favorite section of the observation deck. He was standing so close that his forehead rested upon it. His eyes were closed.

He immediately felt a leap and then a tug in his side where his heart lay. For a moment he wondered if this was the proper moment to approach his captain. But he was unable to leave him this way without an attempt to assist in whatever capacity Jim needed.

Spock walked over and stepped up next to Jim. His captain did not open his eyes, but somehow Spock knew that Jim realized exactly who would invade his personal space in this manner. While it was true that Jim was very tactile, it was also true it was mostly with Spock. And Spock preferred it that way.

He waited patiently, for it was true one had to have much patience with Jim, but eventually he opened his eyes and gazed at Spock with blue blue eyes.


“I suspected I would find you here.”

Jim straightened then, standing upright as he turned to face Spock. “I wasn’t hiding from you.”

Spock nodded. “I know. You did say you would wait in your quarters.”

“I couldn’t breathe there.”

“If your quarters need to be adjusted for optimal—”


He looked away from Jim, unable to face such naked emotion. “You are sad.”


“I find it unacceptable,” Spock said. Because they’d had this conversation about how they should communicate their thoughts, their feelings. And though Spock was not all comfortable with even acknowledging feelings, he knew that Jim was. And had to do so.

Jim made a sound that might have been frustration, might have been distress. Spock switched his gaze to him. “Three men died today. Because of decisions I made.”

“There was nothing you could have done differently. The decisions were logical.”

“It doesn’t matter, Spock. I can’t help being sad. Even if it makes you uncomfortable.” He looked away. “That’s why I came here.”

“Jim,” he spoke softly, because any other way of speaking to Jim when he was like this was not a good idea. “It is unacceptable because it…to see you filled with sorrow torments me.”

He said nothing to this, but he did trace his lips with tongue. Spock was mesmerized. As he was with anything Jim did. It was not logical to feel this intensely for another and yet…logic be damned.

“I do not want to see you this way.”

“Humans grieve. They have to process their emotions, Spock.”

“I am aware. But when you avoid me in this way it generally means you will sink into despondency.” Spock swallowed heavily. “I wish to fix it.”

He moved into Spock’s arms without further cajoling. “You can’t fix everything.”

Spock cradled his head in his hand as he pulled him closer still. “I am working on a solution that will ensure that I can.”

Jim gave a half laugh at that. “Kester was just a kid.”

“I know.”

“It’s fucked up.”

“I know.”

Jim rested his head on Spock’s shoulder. “Why do you put up with me?”

“Because you put up with me.”

Another half laugh. “Yeah.”

“And there is no survival without you,” Spock said in an even softer voice. “While I am sorrowful that they died, it means that you are here, in my arms.”

“One life for three sucks.”

He closed his eyes and breathed in Jim. “The needs of the one—”

“No. Don’t.” Jim pulled back, meeting Spock’s gaze. “Taluhk nash-veh k’dular, ashayam.”

Spock always felt warmer when Jim used Vulcan words. He knew his captain was fluent in Vulcan. His pronouncement was perfect.

Spock framed Jim’s face with his hands. “I have something for you, my James.”

A quizzical smile. “Yeah?”

Spock reached into an inside pocked of his uniform pants. He produced a metal bracelet with Vulcan writing. He carefully placed it on Jim’s wrist. It was a perfect fit.

Jim looked down at it. “These are the words of bonding.”


Blue eyes flew to his. “Are you asking me to bond with you?”

“Yes,” Spock replied. “And I will beg if it increases my chances of receiving your positive response.”

Jim grabbed him and kissed him hard. “Spock!”

“Does that mean yes?”

He got a full laugh this time. “Of course it’s a yes. But if you want to beg, I’m okay with that.”

Spock pulled him up against him, squeezing him tightly. He put his lips to Jim’s ear. He felt Jim shiver. “Actually, I was thinking of making you beg.

Winter Story Sneak Peek

So I started on The Winter Story. Wrote about 800 words so far. It’s nowhere near to being launched into the wider world. I plan to get very very far into it before that point. But I thought those of you who check me out here might want a sneak peek. So here you go.

“Hey! Are you okay? Hello. Can you hear me? Oh, man. You must be freezing.”

Spock blinked rapidly and his vision began to clear. Someone was rubbing him frantically, his frozen limbs, and he had to admit it felt good.

A man leaned over him and Spock’s breath caught in his throat.


Startled blue eyes stared down at him. “How’d you know my name?’

Spock shook his head.

“Never mind.” Jim glanced to the side and then back to Spock. “We should get you up and out of here. Can you walk?”

It had taken a moment for Spock’s universal translator, carefully hidden amongst his clothing, to kick in. English. American English.

“Yes, I believe I am capable,” Spock replied carefully.

Jim reached down and helped Spock up from the snow bank. “Bad place for you to pass out. Have you been drinking?”

He had an accent, Spock noted. Eastern United States. New England. That made sense since that was where the Enterprise had advised Spock should go. He had prepared as best he could, wearing appropriate attire for the time period, and a woolen cap upon his head to hide his pointed ears.

“I do not drink.”

Jim stepped close enough to Spock that he could smell a spicy sort of aftershave. He was sniffing Spock. “All right. Sure. I don’t smell anything. Anyway, we’d better get you inside.”

As Jim linked his arm through Spock’s and around his waist, Spock was able to tell that this Jim was perhaps an inch or two shorter than the James T Kirk he knew on the Enterprise. But otherwise, he could have been Spock’s Jim. Not that Jim had belonged to Spock. He’d wanted that, yes, but it was so very complicated.

Jim led him up a cobbled twisted path to the front door of a small house, more of a cottage, really. Jim fished into the pants he wore and then pulled out what looked to be an old key. He opened the door and then pulled Spock inside, flicking a switch on the wall that illuminated the room in light.

“You’re lucky you passed out where you did,” Jim was saying as he removed his heavy black overcoat. “A few feet to the left and you’d have fallen in the water. Probably drowned.”

It was true that Spock had not been sure where exactly he would arrive in Jim’s small New England town. He had not intended to find himself lying in a frozen heap of wet white stuff.

Jim hung up his coat and then removed his own wool hat. He placed both of them on a wooden pole with arms. He wore jeans and a blue flannel shirt that set off his extremely blue eyes even more. He was absolutely stunning.

“I’m Jim, by the way. Jim Kirk.” He frowned. “Did you know my name?”

“Someone mentioned you in town,” Spock said. “I am Spock.”

“Spock? Kind of a strange name. What’s your full name?”

“Just Spock.”

Jim smiled a little. “Well. Okay. We should get you out of those clothes and into something warmer. I have a robe you can wear I guess while your clothes dry. Not sure I have like pants and things to fit you.”

Apparently this Jim was something of a babbler, Spock noted. Jim left him standing in the front hall as he disappeared toward the bedrooms.

Spock glanced around. It was a simple layout with just a living room with a fireplace, a kitchen, and a breakfast nook. The corridor Jim had gone through was short and led to what appeared to be three bedrooms and a bathroom.

Jim reappeared holding what Spock recalled was a terrycloth robe. It was a dark burgundy color. “My sister gave me this for last Christmas. Anyway, the bathroom’s there, so why don’t you take those off and put this on.” He thrust it at Spock, who took it. “I have some bean soup I’ll heat up. You want some coffee or something?”

“If you have tea, I would be appreciative.”

“Sure, I have tea. I even have hot chocolate if that’s your preference.”

“Not tonight, thank you.”

He took the robe and went into the bathroom, removing the cold, wet clothing. The robe smelled a little like the spicy aftershave Jim wore. He surveyed the bathroom cabinets and discovered a bottle of what was called, Old Spice.

Spock eyed himself in the mirror and decided except for his ears, he passed easily for a human here. He would be forced to leave the cold, wet woolen cap on so as not to startle Jim.

Spock had to be very careful. He did not know exactly what date the computer had chosen for him. He had instructed the computer to make sure that it would be well in advance of the day he came to prevent.

He was here to make sure that this human, his captain’s ancestor, was not murdered.


Updates to My Days Ahead



This picture is to remind you I still need to write my winter story!

So I decided to get out of Dodge for a few days. I did hint that I might. I will be pretty much incommunicado Sunday, Monday and Tuesday.

I am also done posting anything to AO3 until Wednesday of next week at which time I will post the chapter of Didn’t We Almost Have it All that I wrote.

I think I updated a lot this week and since my readership is fading, I think that’s enough.

I do have a flash fic coming on Friday. I intend to concentrate on getting the final chapter of For the First Time in My Life I was Happy finished so I can post that next week too.

Those are my immediate plans anyway.

I’ve struggled pretty much all week with depression and my frenetic updates that are meant to help ME deal with it, only seems to hurt me in readership. No idea why that is, but that’s the scientific pattern. Anyway, so this is probably a much needed break for me.

In the meantime, I will play games, watch movies, have sex and chill some. Maybe read someone else’s stuff.



Ramblings of the Week, September 25, 2017



Three months until Christmas! HA

This weekend I added a new elf to my collection of Christmas elves. Yes, there was a store that had already opened that had Christmas stuff and where I have gotten elves before. Likely he’s the only one I will get this year since I have all the others and my collection is over twenty of them now.

Here is the latest.




I watched both episodes of Star Trek Discovery. I thought the story line was intriguing and it kept my attention for both episodes and I will continue to watch.

I thought the acting needed help. Most of it was pretty cheesy frankly. I hope it improves as the series continues. I found that with the show, Grimm. When I saw the first couple of episodes I was like…hmm. Acting is bad. But by the time the series finished 6 years later, I thought they were all great.

I am not sure how I feel about Michael being someone Sarek raised. Since this is supposed to take place some ten years before the events of Kirk and Spock, I imagine Amanda would be involved in there somewhere as well.  I understand both arguments to adding her in that capacity but I am not sure I agree with changing something “sacred” in Star Trek. On the other hand, it wasn’t until the movies that we even knew Sybok existed, so I guess Spock is pretty closed mouth.

I thought the look of the Klingons, as I said on Tumblr, was very bizarre. As Kris and M pointed out to me they looked a little like the Klingons from Into Darkness, but to me they didn’t even look like that very much. At least with those AOS Klingons, I could still tell they were Klingons. These ones looked like a different race to me. Very odd. And not at all effective in my opinion.

Since a “ready room” was a  Next Generation invention, I found it interesting that a ship that was ten years earlier than the Enterprise with Kirk and Spock had a “ready room”.

We shall see. The first season is 15 episodes as I understand it. So much could change in the amount that remains. I am definitely keeping an open mind and I absolutely did not hate it. I did find myself entertained, I just want to point out what, for me, were issues.

And no I don’t find myself inspired to post any fan fiction on the show! LOL

Speaking of, I will shortly be posting the next chapter of Anything.  I also have a chapter of Didn’t We Almost Have it All done so I will get that posted this week also. My intention this week is to focus on Where My Demons Hide with a possible new chapter of Primal Lust making its way to be updated as well.

I was invited to go away this coming weekend from Sunday-Tuesday. So far I have said no but I could change my mind. I do have Monday October 02 off because I just wanted a mental health day. I would only need to take Tuesday off as well. It wouldn’t be with M but other family.


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?”


“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.”


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


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.


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