Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!
This month, I’m participating in CampNaNoWriMo. I’ve exceeded my word count goal and finished drafting one WIP, The Stars are Fire. I’m past the halfway point of Perchance to Dream. Neither of these are ready for public consumption, yet, so…
I’m continuing with snippets from my Story A Day May Challenge: Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip, in a project titled (at last for now) The IDIC Romance.
Story a Day is just that- a story every day in May. To make the challenge more interesting for myself, I used all of the prompts offered throughout the month. The stories are sequential, with various tones, POVs, and voices.
For those keeping track:
This is the first installment of Story #4, “Tigress T’Pol” . The prompt was to write a story of exactly 2000 words. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story. If I got it right, you’ll see the passion as we go along!
- Today is July 16, 2014.
- 16 sentences, for the day.
This snippet is told from Trip’s point of view and follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, “A Taste of Sole?”. Trip and T’Pol are on Rigel 10, searching for the wounded Klingon who was abducted from Enterprise. Torn between attraction and dislike for his companion, Trip’s feeling just a bit put-upon.
This is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: “Broken Bow Part 1”. I’ve done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.
The review starts at about 4:45.
It was enough to make me want to pull my hair out – or grab her and kiss her until she admitted that she’d felt something in that club, and when she first saw me on Enterprise, too. But the Cap’n said we were supposed to ‘extend her every courtesy’, and Little Miss Logical damned sure didn’t seem like the type who’d take being kissed half senseless as ‘couteous’. She’d probably issue a formal complaint in that damned disapproving voice of hers. Maybe the Cap’n would leave me on this grimy space station, and my big adventure would be over before it really got started.
I wanted to rub my shoulder, but I would be damned if I’d let her see that she’d hurt me when she pulled me away from that door before I could investigate the screaming, struggling shadows behind it. T’Pol looked delicate, but her grip was powerful enough that she’d moved me forcibly. Was it just wishful thinking that she kept her hand lightly on my shoulder for a second or two longer than she needed to make sure I wouldn’t bolt when she let go? Her, “keep your human nose outta other people’s business” speech was pointed, but polite – maybe there was hope for her, yet.
The Subcommander moved as though nothing here could possibly faze her through the tangle of beings and merchandise- I had no names for most of them – and the steam-belching pipes that seem to be everywhere. I’d have to really hustle to keep up with her, but I wasn’t about to let her know that, so I was left a little behind – a bumpkin in the big city for the very first time.
I tried not to notice how T’Pol looked in that long, curve-hugging jacket she’d thrown on over her curve-hugging uniform; it could be a long mission if she didn’t have something less flattering in her wardrobe. I pretended not to be staring at the way her hips swayed, or the way she carried herself – back straight but relaxed, walking lightly on the balls of her feet, head up and turning a little as she scanned to either side – she looked like a very sexy ninja, or maybe a Florida panther on the prowl – beautiful, mysterious, and more than a little bit dangerous.
Trying to ignore the obvious fact that she was every bit as desirable as she’d been a year ago only made me more aware of it, and, dammit, my body was responding in a way that was predictable and downright embarrassing. I didn’t have to guess she wouldn’t take that the way I meant it; she didn’t seem to have a clue how sensually gorgeous she was by human standards.
But maybe sensuality didn’t matter, to T’Pol – hell, the Vulcans probably even had a protocol for how to make their little pointy-eared Vulcan babies, and I’d just bet their tykes never dared to cry or fill a diaper or stick their fingers anywhere that wasn’t logical.
Is Trip getting ready to taste his boot again – or maybe T’Pol’s? Will he ever find out how Vulcans make more Vulcans? Will T’Pol ever stop acting like she’s in command, and he’s the kid she’s babysitting? And, well, will they find the Klingon, or more trouble, instead?
You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet!
These posts are the seeds of a project that will germinate over the next months, so input is especially valuable. Already, new stories are weaving themselves into the fabric. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun ..for the most part.