Written for an LGBTfest prompt: Human/Vulcan, gay/straight, male/female: Spock has been dealing with binaries all his life.

During a rare shoreleave on Earth over the holidays, Kirk convinces Spock to take a road trip with him. He didn't count on a record snowfall. Now they're stranded in a motel room for Christmas, and stir-craziness is beginning to set in...

He had been playing music like this for four years, and that was the first time he ever felt it, down to his bones (or, the one where they're musicians and Jim and Spock still kind of hate each other).

anyhow, yesterday, while it was still there and I was still charmed by its ridiculousness, I started writing Kirk/Spock fic that's sort of . . . about the comm. I don't know. It's sort of a parody? But sort of also SRS BZNS POLITICAL PROTEST. It's a thing I did. Therefore;

Between what was and what will be stands James Tiberius Kirk, in all his fractured patchwork glory. Because saving the Federation was only the beginning.

"Spock is pretty much doomed the minute Jane realizes that the fatshirt is incredibly slutty, and also regulation."