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Flash Fic Friday, October 20, 2017

04My prompt was a diplomatic gift that makes Spock jealous and act on his feelings for Jim.

The captain was flirting. Ridiculously, obviously flirting.

Spock was pointedly trying to ignore it but not with a lot of success. Each over done laugh or too bright smile from Kirk was grating on his nerves.

“Captain,” the beautiful blonde female Lasronian gushed to Kirk, her talon-like fingers clutching onto his arm like she was afraid he was try to get away. Spock knew better. His captain was eating up the attention. “How is it you’re unmated?”


“You must be the most gorgeous Terran I have ever seen,” she said breathlessly.

“I’m sure that must be an exaggeration,” Kirk said quickly.

“Oh, I assure you it is not.”

Spock had certainly heard enough. “The gift you spoke of presenting to Captain Kirk?”

She glanced at Spock with a slight frown, he suspected it contained both irritation and the acknowledgement that she was not alone with Kirk in her boudoir.

“Yes. The presentation.” She bit her lip. “I had thought to present it to your captain in private.”

“Far be it from me to—”

“Unfortunately, that is against Starfleet regulations,” Spock interrupted.

“Mister Spock—”

“As first officer it is my duty to ensure the captain’s safety, you understand.”

“Oh, well, Commander, I am hardly a threat to your captain, surely.”

Spock gave a slight shrug. “Protocol.”

“Very well.” She walked across the room to a table where she lifted a box from.

Spock ignored the disgruntled looks his captain was giving him.

The Lasronian returned with the box and with her cheeks slightly flushed with purple, she handed it to Kirk, who flipped open the box.

It was an elaborate golden necklace with a half- moon shaped golden gemstone.

“This is a betrothal necklace for our people,” she told Kirk, with pride in her voice.

Kirk blinked. “A-a betrothal necklace?”

“Yes.” Her smile widened as she put her hands on his arm once more. “I choose you as my mate.”

“Wait. What?”

She lifted her chin. “Since you do not have a mate, you cannot refuse per Lasronian culture.”

Kirk had gone pale and he glanced at Spock.

Spock stepped forward. “There is a misunderstanding.”


“Captain Kirk has a mate,” Spock explained carefully. “As he was about to advise you when you asked him about being unmated.”

She frowned. “He has?”

“A very jealous one.” Spock stepped carefully in front of his captain and stared down at her. “Vulcans are very possessive by nature.”

Her jaw went slack. “You are the captain’s mate?”

Spock quirked a brow. “The captain is my mate. Vulcans have telepathic bonds which cannot be broken easily. ”

She took the box out of Kirk’s hand and snapped the lid closed. To Spock’s satisfaction, she stepped back. “I see. Under the circumstances, I cannot let our sacred bonding necklace go with you, Captain.”

“I understand,” Kirk said. “It’s time that my first officer and I take our leave, Prime Minister. It has been an honor.”

“The honor is ours, Captain, Commander.”

Kirk said little as they made their way back to the Enterprise and when they made their way into the turbolift, the captain kept glancing Spock’s way.

Spock stopped its forward motion. “Yes, Captain?”

Kirk moistened his lips. “Thought Vulcans didn’t lie.”

“We do not.”

“Hm. Did you imply then?” He was smirking.

“To what do you refer?”

“All that talk about us being mates, Spock. And I completely appreciate it. I do. Having sex with her would have been one thing but I sure as hell didn’t want to marry her.” Kirk shook his head. “But you didn’t have to compromise your Vulcan principles or whatever.”

“I have not.”


“I did not lie,” Spock said carefully. He put himself in Kirk’s personal space and backed the captain up against the turbolift wall. “You are my mate and I do not appreciate your flirting.”

Kirk frowned. “What are you talking about?”

Spock raised his hand to Kirk’s face. “You are my T’hy’la.”

The captain gasped. “Your…I’ve heard that word. The older you used it.”

With his other hand, Spock touched his finger to Kirk’s. Blue eyes widened and stared at Spock in wonderment.

“Let me show you.”

Spock entered Kirk’s mind, gently, slowly, allowing his captain to get used to another presence there. He spotted the glowing golden threads reaching out for Spock and Spock met them with a soft caress as they intertwined with cool, silver threads.

“Spock,” Kirk gasped. He was shaking and Spock was holding him. He dropped his hand from Kirk’s face and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Do you see?”

Kirk smiled against Spock’s mouth. “You sure know how to make a declaration.”


“And what?” Kirk asked, drawing Spock’s lips back to his.

“Do you—”

“Wanna fuck? Oh yeah.”

“Reciprocate,” Spock said somewhat stonily. Not that he was opposed to Kirk’s suggestion. He most certainly was not.

“You were in my mind. You know I do.”

Spock growled and crushed Kirk’s mouth under his. “She had her hands all over you.”

“She was a grabby thing, wasn’t she?”

“I smell her on you. I will wash you from head to toe.”

Kirk’s tongue came out to trace his lips. His breathing was uneven and Spock could feel the hard ridge in his pants. “If you insist.”

Spock closed his hand over the nape of Kirk’s neck. “I do. And then I will learn your taste.”

He stepped back abruptly, leaving Kirk sagging against the wall as he restarted the turbolift. When the doors opened onto the floor with the officers’ quarters they came face to face with Sulu and Scott who were about to enter the lift they exited.

Kirk was flushed red but he greeted them both before he and Spock hurried down the corridor.

Sulu shook his head as the door closed. “Told you they were gay.”


End of the Week Ramblings, October 19, 2017


This week I have been busy updating.

I finished October Romance, updated Who’s the Daddy, Young and Beautiful and You’re in My Veins. I have also nearly completed the next chapter of Unbonded and that will go up sometime tomorrow.

Also, I wrote a Flash Fic for this week which will go live at somewhere around 4 AM Pacific Time.

Next week I plan to continue updating stories that have been waiting since September to be updated. I think for next week that means at least What Happened to Spock, When I Fall in Love, and Keep Forgetting. If it’s more than those, we shall see.

This weekend I will likely work on the Christmas story and the Winter Story if I work on anything at all. I have plans to do some shopping and some mindless television/movie stuff. I am back to taking the weekends off from posting unless there’s some huge pressing need to do so.

Tomorrow night, M and I are having a date at one of our favorite restaurants. They make this to die for Pumpkin Cheesecake that I will definitely be ordering.



Ramblings of the Week, October 16th

I had a pretty quiet weekend, intentionally, I might add. I didn’t do much of anything. It was impossible to sleep in though because it was hot and windy and it wrecked havoc on my sinuses and asthma.

The only writing I did was to begin my Christmas Spirk story. As I explained I don’t want to get caught at the last minute with nothing to post.

I am not doing any of the “challenges” for the foreseeable future. No Old Married Spirk this year, No Big Bang (reverse or otherwise), and no K/S Advent (I never have done this, I just do my own thing for holiday themed stories). I don’t need any more pressure on myself than I’ve already given myself.

This  morning I completed October Romance which was a lot of fun to write.

It’s supposed to be hot here for about the next week and a half. Meh. I am ready for cooler weather but unfortunately it isn’t ready for me.

I haven’t really decided what else to work on writing wise this week. Up next should be Who’s the Daddy but to be perfectly honest I am not particularly enamored of that story and I just wish it was over. This is what happens when I write stories to make others happy instead of myself. I know many people love Spirk baby stories and I totally support people loving that but I am just not one of them. I’ll try to stick it out though and get it done completely eventually. I’d like to have it done and out of my hair before the end of the year.

I did make some progress on The Winter Story.  I am going to desperately love these two together, I think.

I am itching to get back to What Happened to Spock and my little Vulcan with Jim story. Isn’t that odd since I am not a fan of “family” stories. HA HA.

There are a few stories I’d like to say goodbye to before 2018, so we shall see how I do with those.

This weekend (and oh my yes, I am already thinking of the coming weekend), is another one where I intend to chill out and do pretty much nothing. As long as I can do that, I will, because once the real holiday season comes up I am going to be slammed with commitments and it will make me just a little bit crazy stressed. Another reason to get the Christmas story very much written. I intend it to be mostly fluffy though, so it should be fun.

I need to get back to all the angst stories too like Didn’t We Almost Have it All. I know certain friends are definitely looking for that.

Today I am leaving you with a Pintoish picture. Even though Quinto seems to be getting very very close to his BF indeed. Bleh, LOL




Sneak Peek December Holiday Story

It’s sneak time. And it’s never too early to begin your Christmas story. This won’t debut until December. But you lucky blog followers (ha) get to see the beginning now.

There’s just the slightest bit chill in the air as James Kirk held open the department store door for Winona Kirk as they exited.

“Brr,” his mother said. “It’s gotten cold since we went inside.”

“We were in there for hours,” Jim replied, making his tone just a little like a protest. He stopped and adjusted the scarf around her neck. “And anyway, this is nothing like Riverside in December.”

“Thank God for that.” She smiled. “Do you think I got enough?”


“But maybe—”

“Mom, yes. You got plenty for heaven’s sake.” He looped his arm in hers and dragged her away from the store before she can decided to go back inside.

“Let’s go to Humphrey’s.” Her eyes were glowing.

Humphrey’s was just a little restaurant, almost a diner really, about half a block or so down from the department store. Once it had actually been in the department store or so his mom said. She had a complete and utter fondness for it because back in their academy days, when Winona and George were just new and in love, they’d gone there many times.

“Sure, let’s do it.”

They got seated by the window, looking out to the street, which was shining brightly with red and green lights, and gold and silver garland set up on old fashioned lamp posts. Holiday music played softly in the background at Humphreys. They’d stuffed her shopping bags under the table and against the wall under the window.

When the waitress arrived at their table, his mother turned pleading eyes at him. “Please?”

Jim laughed because he knew exactly what she wanted and wasn’t that a little freaky? Kirk habits died hard. “Fine.”

She beamed a smile at the waitress. “Two hot cocoas with peppermint schnapps.”

“Coming right up,” the waitress promised.

Winona sighed and rested her chin on her hands. “This brings back such memories.”

“I know.”

“You could still come with me.”

“I know that too,” Jim said with an agreeable smile. “But no. This is your time with Sam and his family.”

“You’re Sam’s family too, you know.”

“Just go and have a great time with Sam and Aurelan, Debbie and Peter. They’re excited you’ll be spending Christmas on Deneva with them.”

“But what about you?” His mother grimaced. “Please don’t tell me you’re going to Riverside by yourself.”

“Hell no. Not dealing with the snow. I’m staying in San Francisco.”

Currently, he was on a six month leave, required by Starfleet, before going out for his second five year mission, thank you very much. He couldn’t wait for the leave to be over. But unfortunately he was  only about a month into it.

“Hm. Nobody should spend the holidays alone, Jimmy.”

The waitress brought over their spiked cocoa and then looked at them expectantly.

“I’ll have the French Onion soup and a side of garlic bread.”

“The club sandwich,” his mother said. She looked at Jim as the waitress left. “Onions and garlic? Not kissing anyone tonight I’m guessing.”

He rolled his eyes at that. “Obviously.”

“What about your friend Leonard?”

“I don’t kiss him,” Jim said with a straight face.

“Funny. I meant what’s he doing for the holidays?” She picked up her cocoa and blew on it.

“Spending them with his daughter in Georgia.”

“And your first officer?”

“He’s a Vulcan. They don’t do holidays.”

She took a sip of the cocoa and smiled. “So yummy.”

Jim loved when she was like this. Almost  innocent.

“And anyway, he’s probably spending his leave with his fiancé.”

“He has a fiancé?”

Jim shrugged. “Yeah, pretty much. My communications officer.”

Mom shook her head at that but she didn’t elaborate further on her thoughts. “What about that evil admiral’s daughter?”

He laughed again. “Carol? Uh, Mom, she left the Enterprise because we didn’t work out.”

She sniffed. “Just as well. She’s probably as batshit crazy as her daddy.”

“You’re too much. And anyway, I’m fine here. I don’t need anyone to keep me company.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Probably get myself a little  tree and some decorations and watch old Christmas movies or something. Maybe make some gingerbread and cookies.”

She bit her lip. “Sounds lonely.”

“It’s not. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Don’t let me forget to give you your present before I leave.”

“I told you not  to get me anything.”

She arched her brows. “I didn’t listen.”

“You never do.” He took a big sip of his cocoa.

“Remember that Christmas before Frank? It was the last one we had with just you, me and Sammy.”

Jim nodded. “Sure, I remember. I loved that Christmas.”

“Me too,” she said wistfully. “Maybe if you came to Deneva—”


The waitress arrived at the moment with their food, successfully distracting his mother.


Flash Fic Friday, October 13, 2017

He’s pacing back and forth. He knows he is. In the old days they’d say he was wearing a hole in the floor or some such thing, but this was not the old days. And he was on a ship in the medbay, wearing worry and concern as surely as he was wearing his command shirt.

“I’ll com you as soon as he wakes,” Bones says for the tenth time.

He shakes his head for the same amount of times.  He’s digging his fingers into his palms and for the first time in as long as he can think of, he is grateful he bites his nails and the bluntness of his nails as it hits the flesh of his palms.

He goes over everything that happened down on the planet. It plays over and over in his head like the replaying of a movie. The moment when Spock pushed him out of the way to take the brunt of the explosion won’t stop haunting him no matter how much he tries to push it away.

When Spock groans softly, he flies to his first officer’s side, reaching it even before Bones does. Bones gently moves him out of the way, scanning Spock.

His heart is in his mouth while he watches. Spock’s eyes are open and Bones is murmuring to him but he’s not even listening. His entire focus is on Spock.

When Bones turns to him, Bones is smiling, relief clear in his eyes. Now it’s him who pushes Bones out of the way as he clasps Spock’s hand in his.

Somewhere in the distance he hears Bones talking to a woman, he thinks Uhura, probably checking on Spock. But he ignores them and stares into beautiful dark eyes.

“You’re alive.”

“Obviously,” Spock says gently.


“As are you.” Spock shakes his head very slightly. “I do not regret it.”

He closes his eyes and leans down, touching his lips to Spock’s. And he is grateful that the lips are warm with life.

Unfamiliar Ache

Since I posted my flash fic early, I am posting one of my own personal favorites of my own stories. Originally this was quite a bit shorter but I decided to expand it one day.

You can find this story on AO3 under Unfamiliar Ache




The farmhouse looked rather desolate. It had an almost abandoned look to it. Leonard had to remind himself that only a few weeks ago, no one had lived there, so he supposed the look of the place made some sort of sense. Still…he didn’t like it. Didn’t have to like it.

There wasn’t really a lot to like about the situation at large. But he was here for a reason. To pick up the pieces. Put things to right. Help in some way.

Hell, he didn’t know.

It was cold too. And windy. A blustery sort of wind that went right through the thin coat he’d worn. He stepped up to the front door and knocked. It was an old rickety door that made Leonard wonder if he knocked too hard would it fall off the hinges. But knock he did. Three times before it opened.

“Hey.” The smile was there. A ghost of the smile Jim Kirk once had, but a smile nonetheless. It made him ache for one of the real ones though. Leonard was quick to take in the obvious signs of fatigue and distress. Dark smudges under Jim’s eyes, his blue eyes not quite as clear, and quite a bit of shadowed growth over his jaw. Hints of gray here and there in the fur covering his chin. He wore ratty old jeans with holes in them and a faded blue T-shirt.

“You look like hell,” Leonard announced.

“Nice to see you too, Bones.” Jim hugged him and if it was just a little tighter than their usual hugs, Leonard didn’t comment on it and just hugged him back.

“It’s cold.”

Jim laughed. “Somebody’s grumpy. Come in. I have a fire going in the fireplace.”

It was weird seeing Jim here. Someplace that did not involve Starfleet.

He knew Jim had grown up here, mostly anyway, but still it didn’t seem right. It hadn’t been happy times for Jim. Leonard remembered a few drunken conversations between them in the academy and then later on the ship. He’d shared unspeakable abuse with Leonard that had made him want to dig up the body of Jim’s stepfather and kill him all over again. If there had been weeping, from him, from Jim, they blamed it on the booze.

Anyway, it wasn’t where Jim belonged. They both knew it too.

“You want some coffee or something?”

“You got something stronger?”

“A little red wine.”

Leonard snorted. “I guess that’ll do.” He followed Jim into the kitchen. “The place is…nice.”

Jim laughed again. It was nice to hear, even if Leonard thought it was mostly for his benefit. “It is not nice. It needs a ton of work. Floorboards are weak in spots. Roof’s got a hole. You saw the door. Most of the windows need to be replaced. And the barn’s in worse shape, probably. But, you know, I guess I have that time now.”

He tried not to wince at the reminder of why he was here visiting Jim in the middle of Nowhere, Iowa. Yeah, yeah, Riverside. He should let it go, but he didn’t think he could. Or would. Ever.

Leonard braced himself. He knew this argument wouldn’t be easy. Jim was obstinate beyond reason when he wanted to be.

“Jim, I’m sure if you just talked to the brass they’d—”

“Bones.” Jim shook his head. “It’s over, okay? This is-is where I belong now.”

“Out here? By yourself?” The idea of Jim wallowing away in this dump made Leonard’s skin crawl and his stomach ache like it was full of crawling bugs.

Jim shrugged. “Why not? I’m the last of a dying breed.” He took two wine glasses out of a cabinet and filled them both up with red wine.

“But another ship—”

“There is no other ship. I love the Enterprise. She was mine, you know? In ways no other ship ever will be.”

Leonard sighed, took the glass from Jim. “Then why give it up? Why resign to come here? It’s not what anyone wanted. Least of all you.”

“It’s better this way.”

“Better for who?”

It wasn’t better for Leonard. Or Jim. And the rest could go royally fuck themselves.

Jim’s gaze rose and met his. There was pain there. The kind that ripped your soul if you let it. “Bones, I love you, you’re my brother, but let it go, okay?”

He didn’t want to. Wasn’t sure he could. But he’d drop it for now.

“How long are you staying?” Jim asked into the silence.

“I thought over the weekend if it’s all right with you.”

“It’s very all right with me.” Jim smiled and squeezed Leonard’s shoulder. He paused, sipped his wine. “I think I’m gonna get horses.”


“Yeah, I’m not really into farming. Never have been. But I think I could get to like a barn full of horses. I sometimes rode as a kid.”

“I didn’t know that,” Leonard said, attempting to be supportive. “That sounds great, Jim.” It sounded like nonsense is what it sounded like.

“It will be. Let’s get you settled and then I’ll fix us something to eat.”

He followed Jim up the staircase which creaked as they walked up.

“Sorry,” Jim called sheepishly over his shoulder. “I think they’re stable. Mostly.”

“Swell,” Leonard muttered.

At the top of the stairs, Jim turned right and then stopped at the second room, passing the first one without a glance. He pushed open the second door. “Here you go. I fixed up Sam’s old room for you. Basically that means I dusted the place and put new sheets on the bed.”

Leonard nodded and put his bag on the bed. There were old posters of cars and pretty girls on the walls. “How long’s it been since anyone slept here?”

Jim leaned against the door-frame. “Hell if I know. Sam left when…thirteen, I was thirteen. He never came back. Far as I know, no one’s used it since.” He looked past Leonard toward the window and Leonard wondered what Jim was seeing in his memories. “And now Sam won’t ever come back.”

It made Leonard a little sad and a little lonely thinking of this room abandoned for so long. He was a bit of a sentimental fool, he guessed.

“Who had that first room?”

“Frank and my mom. When she was here. When she wasn’t? Any number of women he passed through here.”

“Right here in your house,” Leonard said with a shake of his head.

“Yeah, he was a real prize,” Jim replied.

“And your room?”

“Down the end of the hall. You can see it if you want.”

Leonard followed Jim out of the room and over to the last one. Unlike the room that had been Sam’s there were no posters or pictures on the walls or anywhere else. But the ceiling was painted dark blue and above were stars, planets and constellations.

“Wow,” Leonard breathed.

“Looks better at night. Mom let me do it. Frank never would have.”

Leonard swallowed hard and put his hand on Jim’s arm. “Jim, I’m sorry about your mom. You should have said something. Before. Maybe we could have—”

“Yeah. It’s okay, Bones. I’m all right.” He smiled. “How’s steak sound?”

Leonard wanted to argue, but Jim was walking past him and back out of the bedroom and down the hall so Leonard had no choice but to follow.


The emptiness wouldn’t go away. No matter how many glasses of wine. No matter how many horses he talked about. No matter how many smiles he forced. It was there like a leaden ball in his stomach. Bones knew it, he knew it. He could do a pretty good acting job though. He had to give himself that much.

Jim poured himself a third glass of wine as he finished up the last bite of steak he had grilled. One good thing about being planetside was the food was much better. No replicated steak. “Do you think it’s over?” he asked, then wanted to kick himself for it. He didn’t intend to mention it.

He had to give Bones credit, he didn’t bother to pretend he didn’t know exactly what Jim meant.

“I suppose so,” Bones said. “It was supposed to be in the afternoon.”

Jim nodded. He was sort of numb now. Or he tried to convince himself he was. “So Spock and Uhura are married.”

“Yeah,” Bones said softly. “Jim—”

“Forget it.” He took a gulp of wine, ignoring how it turned sour even before it reached his stomach.

“I don’t want to forget it. Why the hell didn’t you ever say anything? Tell the hobgoblin how you felt? You never did, not once.”

“Why should I have?” Jim sighed. “They’ve been together since I met him. She loves him. That much is obvious. Why should I have interfered with that? And I’m just…well, I’m just me. Not exactly a good candidate for anyone to have  a relationship with. And it’s not like Spock ever indicated he felt even close to the same. I was lucky to get him to acknowledge we were friends.”

“But to give up command of the Enterprise—”

“I’m not strong enough to serve with Mr. and Mrs. Spock or whatever, Bones. Jesus, I just—I just can’t. And what am I supposed to do? Have them transferred because I’m a lovesick idiot?”

“Yes, goddamn it,” Bones said angrily. Perhaps angrier than Jim had ever seen him. “You don’t give up everything because the guy you love doesn’t love you back. Jesus, Jim. I can’t believe you really did this. Go back to Admiral Archer and tell him you changed your fucking mind and you want back in Starfleet. I don’t care if you have to transfer those two or take command of another ship. This is not you, Jim.” He gestured to the house. “You’re not meant to be in this stale stagnant house that has nothing but shitty memories for you.”

“It’s me now,” Jim said softly. He winced at the disappointed look in his friend’s eyes.

Jim knew, really deep down, Bones was right. He had made a stupid, emotionally charged mistake. But he fucking hated admitting he was wrong. And about this? He couldn’t get past…them.

“I’ll even say you were emotionally compromised at the time and unable to make a rational decision,” Bones continued, his voice taking on a note of desperation. “Hell, anything to get you back where you belong, Jim. In space.”

“I know you’re right,” he said wearily. He rubbed his eyes, feeling defeated. “I swear to God this place is sucking the soul out of me. If I have one.”

“Then come back to Starfleet. Come back with me when the weekend is over, Jim.”

“I need time to think,” Jim said. He finished off his wine and put his glass in the sink. “I’m gonna get some firewood. Make coffee, would you?”

Bones looked like he had more to say, but he nodded. “Okay, Jim.”

Jim went outside, didn’t even bother with a jacket, and went back toward the wood pile near the barn.

He really was the last of a dying breed. Sam had died on Deneva. His mom had been killed during a planetary mission that was supposed to be routine. Jim had kept the news to himself, not wanting to burden his crew or his friends with any more of his problems. And of course his dad was gone. Hell, even his brother’s son, Peter, who had survived Deneva even though his parents hadn’t, was nowhere around Jim. Aurelan’s parents were raising the boy. Weren’t even using the Kirk last name, Jim had heard. Who the hell could blame them?

He really, really hated being the mess he was. Sometimes—he shook his head. He wouldn’t give into the melancholia. He crouched down by the woodpile.

A scrape of a boot behind him, had him turning, expecting to see Bones out here, ready to give him a lecture about not wearing a proper coat or something, so when he turned to find Spock standing only a few feet away, dressed in his science blues no less, Jim was pretty sure his mouth hung open.


Jim stood, completely and thoroughly gobsmacked. “I’m not your captain anymore, Spock. I’m no one’s captain.”

“You will always be my captain.”

Jim swallowed the lump in his throat. It burned. “What are you doing here? Don’t tell me Iowa is on your honeymoon itinerary.”

“It is not.”

He exhaled. “Then what are you doing here?” he asked again. “Where’s your…wife?”

“Nyota and I did not complete the marriage ceremony.”

“Oh.” Jim nodded, certain his confusion showed. “So, what then? You bonded on New Vulcan or something?”


“Look, Spock, I don’t know why you’re here, but I’m not a part of Starfleet anymore, so if there’s some emergency like the Earth needs saving again, you’re going to have to find someone else.”

Not entirely true. Jim would save it if he had to, because well, that’s what he did.

Spock took several steps closer until he was mere inches from Jim. Frowning, Jim backed up a step. “Jim, Nyota and I ended our relationship.”

Jim blinked. “You…wait what? You were getting married or bonded or whatever.”

Spock nodded. “We both believed that we would, however, three point four weeks ago, when you resigned from Starfleet, our circumstances changed.”

“Okay. Um. Okay. What-what does any of this have to do with me? Or my resigning?”

“It was then that I realized I could not bond with Nyota.”

Jim frowned. “Why?”

Spock took a step closer once more. “I became aware of my regard for you. It was unintentional and unexpected.”

His heart hammered hard in his chest. “Okay, what?” He had no hope. Refused to even entertain it.

“Jim, I am aware that we are merely friends, but when you left the Enterprise, the loss of you was unbearable. It caused an unfamiliar ache that would not go away. I spent days meditating on it until I could no longer deny the ache was because I had—I had come to…” Spock stopped, looked down at the ground by his feet. “I am seldom at a loss for words and yet now, I find that I am struggling.”

Jim said nothing, waiting. For he had no idea, really, why Spock was here.  Couldn’t fathom it.

Spock’s gaze rose and Jim had never seen him looking more uncertain, more vulnerable than at that time.

“I have fallen in love with you and you were gone.” The words were soft, pained.

“Spock.” But that was all he could say. He tried to get his mouth to form more words, but they were stuck in his throat.

“Under those circumstances a bond with Nyota would be impossible and unfair to her.” Spock looked down at the ground again briefly. “It is Nyota who convinced me to come here today. I had not intended to burden you with my regard, but Nyota advised that if it were so strong, there might be the possibility it was reciprocated.”

Jim just stared at Spock, still trying to get words to come out of his too dry mouth. He was not good at talking about feelings. Never would be, really. Hadn’t he proved that enough?

“I see I have surprised you,” Spock said eventually when Jim didn’t respond. His expression turned passive once more, shielding the uncertainty that had been briefly there, but there was a hint of sadness in his dark eyes, if Jim hadn’t memorized every look, he would have missed it. “It would appear that my romantic feelings for you are unwelcome after all. I apologize.”

Spock turned away and was starting to leave Jim just standing there like an idiot. His chest ached and he was aware he was feeling vaguely lightheaded.

“No!” he finally got out. Spock stopped, stiffly, but he did not turn back around. “I am surprised. Fuck, am I surprised. But your romantic feelings are not unwelcome, Spock.” Jim exhaled, feeling his lungs working overtime.


Jim had never taken such a chance before. This was important. “That-that unfamiliar ache you spoke of? I feel it too. I have-I’ve been feeling it for a long time. Longer than I can really say. I wasn’t ever going to tell you. But, Spock, I share them.”

Spock did turn around then, staring at Jim intently. “Do you?”

Jim knew it was his turn to take those important steps to Spock, so he did until he was only a foot away. He held out his two fingers, having seen it enough times from Vulcans to know. “Yeah, I do. More than I have words to tell you.”

Spock’s eyes widened ever so slightly and he met Jim’s fingers with his own and warmth shot from Spock to him and Jim could no longer feel the cold from the Iowa breeze. Jim took another step until their mouths were almost touching.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked in a near whisper.

“You are kissing me.”

Jim smiled. “Yeah, I am.” And he covered Spock’s mouth with his own, tracing the outline with his tongue, then slipping it inside Spock’s mouth. When they came up for air, Spock leaned his forehead against Jim’s. “Do you have to go back?”

“Not without you. Will you return with me?”

He would. They both knew he would. It was Kirk and Spock side by side. As it was meant to be. “Can you stay the weekend? Bones is here.”

Spock nodded. “I saw him. He sent me out here to find you.  He used very colorful language.”

Jim laughed. It felt good to laugh. “Did he?”

“It did not quite make sense. But I am used to that from the doctor.”

Jim kissed Spock again. “Damn, I love Bones.” Spock’s eyebrow shot up. “But yeah, I love you more. Way more.” He laughed and kissed Spock once more. He was feeling positively giddy. “Come inside with me?”

He wrapped his fingers around Spock’s wrist and tugged him toward the farmhouse. They had reached the door when Jim stopped and turned to Spock. “Does this—do you…?” Ah hell. Jim licked his lips.

“What, Jim?”

“Have you ever been with a guy?” Jim blurted out in a rush.

“Ah.” Spock shook his head. “I have not.”

Jim tried not to bug his eyes out at that. “Do you-did you want to with me?”

“I am fully aware that our time together will include coitus.”

“Yeah.” Jim squeaked. Turned red. “Maybe. I mean. If you want it to. Or whatever.”



“It is cold out here.”

“Oh. Right.” Jim sighed. “Sorry. It’s…I’m a little nervous.”

“There is no need.”

“No?” Jim licked his lips.

“I want it.”


The day that had started out gloomy and without much hope–other than the visit from Bones, which Jim had looked forward to–now looked to be one of the best days of Jim’s life. That was his thought as he walked inside the old farmhouse with Spock, his former first officer and soon to be lover, Jim hoped anyway. And perhaps his first officer once more. If it worked out that way.

The farmhouse was warm despite the hole in the roof that was, fortunately, over Frank’s old room. Perhaps because of the fire and the heat being on, but Jim thought perhaps it was the company. His two best friends. But so much more than that.

Bones was his brother more than Sam had ever been, and though he mourned the loss of Sam, more for what could have been rather than what was, he’d never had the close brotherhood he had with Bones. Bones had his back always. And Jim had his. That wouldn’t change in a million years. And for that, Jim had obviously done something good in this life to deserve Bones.

Spock, well, Spock was everything. Brother, friend, lover. Jim knew the word though it hadn’t been spoken between them. T’hy’la. Jim spoke the language, even most of the ancient words. This was Spock for him, and somehow, he knew Spock felt that way about him. Miraculous that it seemed.

“You got that coffee made?” Jim asked, as he walked into the kitchen to where Bones stood.

“Yeah, just finished brewing.” Bones searched Jim’s gaze and nodded with a slight smile, seeming to be satisfied with whatever he saw.

“It is agreeable to see you again, doctor,” Spock spoke up from where he stood on the edge of the kitchen.

“Yeah, sure, you too,” Bones said with false grumpiness. “I made you some tea. It’s there.” Bones flicked his hand in the direction of a cobalt blue mug sitting on the dining room table. “I figured you’d be cold after coming all this way and having to go outside after Jim.”

“Thank you, doctor.”

“You know, Spock, after all this time you can call me Leonard on occasion. I’m not even on duty.”

“You are always a doctor,” Spock pointed out.

Bones blew out a breath and rolled his eyes.

“Thank you, Leonard,” Spock said as he lifted the tea to his lips.

Jim laughed and put his hand on Spock’s shoulder, which earned him a raised eyebrow but Spock didn’t move away either. “Isn’t this cozy?”

“Yeah, cozy,” Bones said with a snort. “You hungry, hob—Spock?”

Jim turned to Spock. “Bones is right. I didn’t even think about that. We had steak but I know I can fix you something. We’ve got vegetables and I can even make you waffles or whatever if you want.”

“I do not wish for you to go to any trouble.”

“It’s not trouble for you,” Jim told him with a smile. “What do you want?”

Spock still hesitated, so Jim moved closer until he was all up in Spock’s space. He’d done that very thing about a dozen times. But now, considering the conversation they’d just had outside, it somehow had more meaning. He put his hands on Spock’s biceps.

“What? What do you want?”

Those dark eyes widened fractionally and he stared at Jim with undisguised longing. Jim wondered if it had always been there and he’d somehow missed it or if Spock was finally showing it. He forgot about food as he leaned in closer.

Bones cleared his throat loudly. “I’m here–still here.”

Jim glanced at Bones. “I know that.”

“I hope so. Because I really do not want a show.”

Jim went back to gazing at Spock, who was slightly flushed green. “What do you want to eat, sweetheart?” He ignored Bones’ choking sound. “Waffles?”

“Yes, that would be acceptable.”

Jim released Spock, who sat down rather heavily in the chair at the dining room table.

Bones walked up to Jim as he reached under the cabinet for the waffle maker. “You know I can hightail it out of here if I’m the third wheel,” he said in a low voice.

“I’m not sending you off in the middle of the night, Bones. And you were staying for the weekend.”

“That was before I knew ‘Ol Love-struck’ over there was coming. He looks like he wants to eat you, Jim. I’ve never seen anything like it from Spock before.”


“Seriously, Jim. He wants to pounce.”

Jim licked his lips and looked over his shoulder at Spock who sat very still and clenched his hands tightly together.

“Look, how about I just go up to my room for the night and leave you two to whatever you’re going to do.” Bones held up his hands. “And I don’t want to know what it is either.”

“I don’t want you to hide in your room,” Jim protested.

“Trust me on this, Jim. You two need this time together. I’m kind of tired anyway.” Bones smiled a little. “And I’m happy for you. Both of you.”

“Thanks, Bones.”

He turned to watch his friend go up the stairs to the second floor of the farmhouse.

Jim put down the pan he had taken out of the cabinet and went to Spock, kneeling in front of him. He took the Vulcans hands in his.

“Hey, you okay?”

Spock stared down at Jim. “I find myself compromised.”

“By what?”

“You,” Spock admitted. “I desire you.”

“Well, that’s okay,” Jim said with a smile. “I desire you too.”


“You’re not in pon farr are you?”

“You know of pon farr?”

Jim nodded. “Some, yeah.”

Spock blinked. “You will have to tell me how you know of it someday, but no, I do not believe that is what I am experiencing.”

“Then what?”

“Now that we are both aware of our feelings I find myself experiencing something quite unfamiliar.”

Jim’s lips curved. “An unfamiliar ache?”

“Of a sort, yes. Different from that of heartache,” Spock said softly. “I wish to claim you.”

“Claim?” Jim repeated in surprise.

Spock’s cheeks flushed again. “It is just as it sounds. I wish to make you mine, mark you. It is very primitive and ought to fill me with shame.”

“But it doesn’t?”

“No,” Spock admitted. “Perhaps later but now the urge is too great.” He looked around. “Where is Dr. McCoy?”

“He, uh, thought he’d better give us some privacy.”

“I apologize.”

“For what?”

“Embarrassing you.”

Jim smiled and leaned up to kiss Spock on the lips. “You haven’t. Bones is cool.” He squeezed Spock’s hands which he still held. “But let me make you those waffles.”

He went to pull away and Spock turned their hands around until he was holding Jim’s and in a much tighter grip.

Jim’s gaze flew to Spock’s.

“I apologize. It seems I do not wish to let you go.”

“And you aren’t in pon farr?”

“I am not. Without a proper mate I should not experience pon farr,” Spock told him. “The one I was bonded with was killed when New Vulcan was destroyed.”

“Okay.” Jim licked his lips, which Spock’s gaze zeroed in on. “Why don’t you just come with me to the stove then?”

Spock rose from the chair and Jim couldn’t help but notice the rather prominent bulge in Spock’s pants. Jim made to move across the kitchen toward the stove but it was more like Spock hauled him over there.

“You’re, um, kind of manhandling me, you know?”

“Yes,” Spock said, but he made no move to step away and instead wrapped an arm around Jim’s waist.

“How am I supposed to cook like this?”

“Perhaps the waffles should wait,” Spock murmured into Jim’s ear, his hot breath making Jim shiver.

“You’re not going hungry because you can’t wait to—” He shivered again when Spock’s tongue traced the outline of his ear.

“Wait to?” Spock prompted.

Fuck me,” Jim moaned as he felt the press of Spock’s erection against his ass.

“Was that not the idea?” Spock turned him in his arms and covered his lips with his.


Jim felt himself be lifted and put down on the kitchen counter, his butt on the edge. He licked his lips. Man, that was hot. He hadn’t expected to like being ‘handled’ like this, but judging by the way his dick was hardening, he more than just liked it.

“Did you just pick me up like I weighed nothing?”

Up went that eyebrow. “I think you know the answer to that.”

He cleared his throat even as Spock inched closer, placing himself between Jim’s spread legs. “Spock, the caveman thing is, uh, interesting, but—”

Spock’s hands went under Jim’s shirt, smoothing over Jim’s bare skin sending a shiver up his spine and forcing a gasp from his lips.

“You find that pleasurable?” Spock asked, his voice low and clinical. Which shouldn’t be a turn on, but fuck, it was.

“A little.”

The hands slid up to his chest, Spock’s thumbs flicking at his nipples.

“Okay, a lot. A lot.”

In response to this, Spock’s hands slipped out from under his shirt, but before he could form the words to protest, long, elegant fingers were tugging at the hem of the shirt.

Jim swallowed heavily. “You want this off?”

Spock nodded, his eyes so dark they were fathomless. He was pretty sure he was getting lost in them.

He bit his lip and yanked the shirt over his head, leaving it dangling from his fingertips. It was torn out of his grasp so fast his fingers nearly burned. Spock tossed it somewhere, Jim didn’t even bother to look, but he couldn’t look away from Spock’s eyes, his lips, his nose, his damn ears.

“We’re not.” Jim stopped, his voice squeaking like he was going through puberty again. “We’re not going to do it right here, are we?”

Spock’s head tilted close and his lips grazed a path from Jim’s jaw to his lips. “Why would we not?”

Jim’s fucking toes curled and his cock definitely jumped in his pants. What the hell had he gotten himself into anyway?

“Kitchen?” Jim tried to make his voice and tone sound reasonable but he was pretty sure it sounded more like a plea than anything reasonable.

“I see no reason to restrain ourselves here.”

“Bones?” His pulse did not just race at the word restrain.

“You said yourself Leonard is up in his room to give us privacy.” Spock’s lips trailed up to Jim’s ear. “Perhaps you will have to refrain from screaming too loudly.”

“Screaming?” Jim asked in a strangled voice.

“Indeed. Or moaning. Or gasping. My name, perhaps?”

“Keep talking like that and you’ll have me coming in my pants,” Jim warned.

“You find pleasure in this then also?” Spock’s tongue darted out to trace the outline of Jim’s ear. “Such round ears. Quite appealing.”

Jim had never thought of his ears as particularly sexy but if they floated Spock’s boat, great.

Spock stepped back suddenly and Jim was about to reach for him when Spock pulled Jim’s sneakers off his feet and dropped them to the floor of the kitchen.

He licked his lips. In anticipation or nervousness at that point, he couldn’t tell. “You sure you haven’t done this before?”

“I have never been with a male,” Spock replied. “But I am a scientist and well-versed in research.”

Off came Jim’s socks. Spock’s hands were at his ankles now, grasping and squeezing them and even that seemed erotic. Jim was pretty sure his brain had been fried by lust.

“You know of Vulcan members?” Spock asked softly, his gaze boring into Jim’s.

He blinked several times before he could process the question. His whole body was thrumming with anticipation and he was very aware Spock hadn’t removed any of his own clothes.

“Uh, yeah. Double-ridged. Self-self-lubricating.” He could feel his cheeks heat and he was mortified to realize he was blushing.

“Apparently I am not the only one who knows how to do research,” Spock said, not bothering to hide the humor from his tone.

Jim couldn’t help but grin in response. “Well, not direct research.”

“I am relieved to hear that,” Spock murmured. His moved close again, this time his fingers reaching for the zipper on Jim’s jeans. Jim sucked in a breath when Spock’s palm brushed the bulge in his crotch. “It would appear you need relief from the confines of your trousers.”

Laughter bubbled up inside Jim but he repressed it. Only Spock could make the act of taking his jeans off sound so scientific. But the laughter fled when his zipper was lowered with aching slowness.

“We’re-we’re really going to do this here?”

Spock’s fingers slipped into the waistband of Jim’s jeans. “Here. Yes. And there.” His gaze flicked to the ceiling, indicating the second floor. At Spock’s urging Jim lifted his ass up a little so Spock could slide his jeans off and down his legs. “And San Francisco. And the ship. And wherever else I deem appropriate.”

Jim licked his lips, stared at Spock’s arms as they peeled his jeans from him. “You? You think you’re in charge?”

“Of you?” Spock spoke softly. Jim’s gaze rose to Spock’s. “Yes.”

The jeans were flung away, leaving Jim sitting on the kitchen counter in only a pair of black briefs. He could barely breathe because Spock’s eyes were so intense, so filled with naked desire, Jim might just implode.

It took several steady breaths for him to try to speak. “What about you? You’re still fully dressed.”

Spock glanced down at himself as though it had just occurred to him. But instead of removing his uniform shirt, Spock simply reached down and undid his pants, lowering them, and of course his own regulation briefs to expose his very large and very erect cock.

“Oh. My. God.” Jim knew his eyes were bugging out but Jesus, Spock’s dick was a sight to behold. Big, thick, and glistening with that self-lubricant he’d heard so much about. And jutted toward him. Beautiful yes, but vaguely monstrous. “I don’t think you’re going to fit.”

That earned him an arched brow that Jim decided always looked vaguely superior.

Spock was in his space again, between his legs, and leaning forward to kiss the corner of Jim’s mouth. “It will fit…Captain.”

An involuntary shiver went up his spine. “Spock.”

“Yes, Jim?”

“How much longer?”

Spock’s hands moved up to cradle Jim’s head as he fastened his lips to Jim’s. If he lived to be one hundred, Jim did not imagine he would ever grow tired of the taste of Spock’s lips. They were warm, soft, and rather spicy and he wanted to devour them. He loosened his grip on the countertop and threaded his fingers through the soft Vulcan hair on Spock’s head.

One hand slipped from holding Jim’s head, inching down his body until he felt long fingers slip inside his briefs and curl around the shaft of his cock.

“Unh,” Jim gasped into Spock’s mouth, arching up from the countertop. He moved his own hands to Spock’s shoulders, desperately clinging there while Spock stroked him with amazing finesse.

“Fascinating,” Spock murmured, his tongue thrusting into Jim’s mouth.

Jim swore his eyes rolled back in his head as those nimble fingers brought him to the edge of ecstasy so powerful he wasn’t sure he could survive it. His whole body bowed upward as he desperately sought the touch of those magical digits.

Spock ceased his strokes and removed his hands from Jim’s briefs, tearing what sounded dangerously close to a sob to Jim.

“Do not fear, Jim. I will allow you to come when it is time.”

“Al-allow me?”

“Affirmative. Until I give you permission, you will not do so.”

Jim gaped at him even as he felt Spock tug at his briefs and Jim automatically lifted up so they could be removed from him. Now he was completely naked and exposed to Spock on the kitchen counter.

But instead of returning to kissing Jim or whatever else should come next, like, maybe putting that cock inside him, Spock dipped down until Jim couldn’t see him.


And then he felt the stab of Spock’s tongue at the tight rim of muscle between his cheeks and he yelped.

Spock stopped and leaned up to look at Jim. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. No. But. What. The. Hell. How much research did you do?”

Spock nodded. “Enough. May I continue applying my tongue to your—”

“Yes!” Jim turned his face to the side, rather embarrassed. And he certainly hoped Bones didn’t decide he wanted a drink of water or anything.

Once more Spock’s tongue entered him, pushing farther and farther inside. He gripped the counter so hard he was surprised he didn’t break the tile. God, it was heavenly.

He was tempted to use one hand to jerk his cock, which lay against his thigh, the tip glistening with pre-cum, but he wasn’t sure how stable his position was and the last thing he needed was to come crashing down to break Spock not to mention his own tailbone.

When he could take no more, he started pleading.

“Spock, Spock, please, please, I want, please.”

Spock rose once more placing himself between Jim’s thighs, which he lifted with a hand on the back of each one.

“Please what, Jim?”

“Claim me, take me, fuck me. Whatever it is you want, I’m yours.”

Jim felt himself be pulled to the end of the counter until his ass was nearly off of it, just at the edge. Spock’s finger pressed at his hole, smoothing the saliva he’d just recently laved around with the tip. He watched as Spock sucked the finger into his mouth, thoroughly soaking it and then pushing it against the rim once more.

He exhaled slowly as the finger pushed into him. Jim closed his eyes as it moved deeper within him, his muscles clenching around it.

“You are very tight,” Spock announced in that detached clinical voice Jim found ridiculously hot.

“Yeah, well.”

“It has been a while since you were breached.”

Jim stifled an inappropriate laugh. “It has, yes. Not since—”

He felt a slap on his buttocks.

“I did not say I wanted the details.”

Jim thought perhaps he should protest the smack on his ass but really why should he? It had gone right to his balls, sending a thrill throughout his entire body. He was fucking quivering for God’s sake.

He gasped, then groaned when a second saliva slicked finger pushed into him. If someone had told him this would be the end of his day when he woke up that morning he would have shot them with a phaser for lying.

Damn if he didn’t just hear Spock swallow.

“I wish to claim you,” Spock said softly.



Spock withdrew his fingers and Jim felt the burn as they came out. Spock pulled him even more to the edge and as Jim struggled up a little to be able to watch Spock enter him, he saw the enormous slightly green cock poised right at his asshole. He had a moment of fear, wondering if it would split him apart.

“Fuck,” Jim moaned as the tip breached him. His feet curled into the cabinet for purchase. More of Spock’s dick pushed in, spreading him, burning his insides.

“You will need to relax,” Spock said through gritted teeth.

“I am, Pointy. You’re just huge.”

Another inch. Jim hissed.


“Keep, keep going, Spock, please,” Jim begged. “Please.”

Spock let out a moan of his own and he pushed forward, all the way into Jim, balls deep.

For a moment they just stared at each other, neither moving, frozen as though in time.

Then, with the barest of whispers of what sounded very much like, “mine”, Spock began to thrust in earnest.

It had been a while, and of course it had never been with Spock. It felt a little like he was being run through, but somehow not in a bad way. The pounding in his ass, the deep joining, it was almost more than he could handle.

Spock seized Jim’s legs and wrapped them around his waist, bringing their bodies closer together, his cock in deeper inside Jim.

His eyes half-closed, Jim pleaded, “Spock, can I-can I—”


Jim reached for his cock, no longer needing to grip the counter for Spock’s hold on him was firm, and began to stroke himself while the Vulcan pistoned into him again and again, his balls slapping as he did so.

“Yes, Oh, God,” Jim moaned, then bit his lip, thinking about all the noise he was surely making.

“Say my name,” Spock ordered.

“Spock!” So much for quiet.

“Who  do you belong to?”

Jim didn’t answer as pleasure  pooled in his stomach and spread out toward his cock and balls.

“Jim!” Spock slapped his ass hard.




“Say the words,” Spock demanded.

“I belong to you, Spock,” Jim gasped out as Spock pushed in deeper still.




“Forever,” Jim agreed. He would agree to anything right now. Whatever Spock wanted.

Spock groaned out Jim’s name and thrust faster and harder, slamming Jim against the counter, but Jim ignored the pain as Spock pulsed inside him and released his cum.

Before he could even catch his breath, Jim felt Spock withdraw, pick him up and throw him onto the dining room table, really like he weighed nothing, and then Spock angled Jim’s hips up and engulfed Jim’s cock in his mouth.

“Fuck,” Jim cried as he arched up and deeper into Spock’s mouth, too turned on to care that it was maybe too much for Spock. Then Spock was deep-throating him like a pro and Jim thanked God Spock was a science officer.

“Oh, God. Spock. Spock. Please. Please.”

Spock gave a sharp nod.

Jim keened as cum shot out of his cock and into Spock’s sucking mouth. Spock continued sucking him until there was nothing left and his legs felt like jelly.

He was lifted into Spock’s arm and carried up the stairs. And he was too drained to even protest as Spock went down the hall and to his room, seeming to know which one was Jim’s without even asking.

Spock laid him on the bed and for a moment he disappeared. Jim wondered vaguely where he went and then seconds later a warm damp cloth was being used on him to clean him.

Spock leaned down to kiss Jim’s lips in the middle of his running the cloth over his stomach. “Jim.”

His voice was soft and low, gravely.

Jim smiled. “Am I claimed?”

“Very much so.”

“That was…wow. You are an expert at research, Mr. Spock.”

Spock’s lips curved into a rare smile. “I love you.”

Jim’s heart felt like it might burst. Never had he expected this. Not in a million light years. “I love you, too. So much.”

And Spock leaned down to kiss him again.


“Waffles again?” Bones asked as he came down the stairs the next morning.

Jim stood at the stove making waffles while Spock stood next to him making coffee for him and Bones and tea for himself.

“Yes,” Spock replied, sharing a look with Jim. “I like waffles.”

Bones sniffed. “Do I smell bleach?”

Jim smiled. “Cleaned the kitchen.”

“You cleaned the kitchen?”

“We both did,” Spock murmured. “It needed it.”

“It really did,” Jim agreed.

Bones accepted the coffee from Spock. “You two have always been weird but you’re even weirder together.”

“Perhaps,” Spock agreed.

“What’s next?” Bones wondered.

“I contacted Starfleet,” Jim told him. “They’re taking me back.”


“I get the Enterprise.”


“Spock, too.”

Bones grinned. “Well, hallelujah.”

Jim smiled and looked at Spock. “Yeah, always by my side. Right, Spock?”

“Indeed, Captain.”

“First though we have to stop at New Vulcan.”

Bones frowned. “What for?”

“Our bonding ceremony.”


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.


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