Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It’s hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys! She may be less physically present for a bit, but she’s still our fearless shepherd!
Today’s WIPpet is brought to you by Story a Day May… and a couple of old friends some of you have been waiting for…
Oh, yes – they’re back! And with them comes the obligatory disclaimer:
T’Pol and Trip are the property of Paramount; no copyright infringement is intended; and no money is being made from this writing…it’s simply an act of passion for characters they abandoned!
This story contains mild suggestiveness.
- Today is May 6, 2015.
- I added the month and day (5+6=11), then added one…for baby Elizabeth.
- Twelve mostly short paragraphs today.
Today’s snippet uses several prompts. The “official” Story A Day prompt was to write a story rich in setting (I get better at this as I revise, usually, but I tried). A guest prompt from Seanan McGuire offered this phrase: “Some little things got left out, and a little means a lot.” That becomes important later in the story. And, although you have to read the full version to find out how, I also used a “sticky note” as an integral plot device. That prompt came from fellow WIPpeteer Adrian Smith, who gets to throw me a word for every 10K she writes, until her story is finished. (I’ll do that for anyone who’s interested; I love the challenge of fitting in oddball words from other people’s heads!).
A bit of setup… (and a warning to stop here, if you don’t want spoilers!)
Trip and T’Pol’s baby daughter, Elizabeth, has just died as a result of the flawed cloning process that created her without their knowledge (It’s complicated; there was a human supremacy plot…). This is the aftermath, and my scene picks up right where this one leaves off…
“It’s the Little Things…”
Her hand was shaking, and her fingers clutched at him. The golden chain of her IDIC dropped over his leg. In the wombike dimness, there was something so intimate in the touch, the silence filled only with their breath and Elizabeth’s death. God, was it only days ago that she had told him that she didn’t know how they had a baby, but that she was certain she could feel their child – ?
“Oh, hell, T’Pol, this hurts so bad. How the hell are we supposed to get through this?”
That’s when the first tear slipped down her cheek, then another, and another. “We grieve together, Trip. We grieve as her family. We grieve, and we remember.” It was just a faint little whisper, like she didn’t have the energy for more. But her words were strong. Strength and fragility in one beautiful, confounding, complicated package.
Trip was very aware of her tears, her trembling fingers, the pressure of her warmer-than-human hand on his thigh…and the tiny weights of the chain and what was in his chest pocket, over his heart.
The trace of citrus and sandalwood in the air, with a strong mineral lacing…oh, damn.
“Her family…yeah, I guess we’re that, forever.” He wanted to rub his mouth, but with his other arm in a sling, he had to settle for sticking his tongue in his cheek.
“The connection is indelible.” She was unsure how he would feel about that; less so how he would feel when he learned that the bond between them was, as well. Would he find it comforting, or confining? He had suggested that they might try to conceive a child; did that come from his pain and loss, or was it a desire to share life with her, in some manner?
His cool fingers held to hers, intimate, strong, capable…fingers that had calibrated fine micro-circuitry, maintained the most powerful engine his people had ever invented, stroked their daughter’s cheek, mastered neuropressure, ouz’hestas, and caresses that sent her spiraling into the ecstasy of sexual release…
“You OK?” His voice was soft and rough; he tipped his head and used the same tone he had five years ago, when he had first asked. Then, she hadn’t understood.
“No. Are you?”
“Not even close.” He squeezed her hand; the pleasure rippled through her, building to a quiver. Dangerous, to have touched him so. More so by far, to persist in doing so.
What’s next for our grieving parents? Can they heal together, or will this mean the end of their relationship?
Now, usually, I leave you hanging. This time, though, I can say that the series finale that followed this episode was – unsatisfactory, to say the least. It jumped six years into the future, and TnT weren’t a couple anymore, if the holodeck programming on Enterprise-D (Captain Picard‘s ship) is to be believed (I’m inclined to think it’s not). No reason was given as to why…
I’m coming up with something better. Because I’m a writer, and that’s what we do!
You can read the rest of this story, and my other non-chronological Story A Day TnT entries, at these links:
- “Into the Sunset…” (contains Adrian’s prompt word, ‘crochet’).
- “Cucumbers and Complements” (contains Adrian’s prompt word, ‘cucumber’).
Need more, non-Trek WIPpet Snippets? Well, hop onto the little blue froggy;we’ve got a WIPpet lily-pads to choose from! And may you all have a delightful week – I’m off to play with TnT, empires and news stories! =D
And, let’s end with a video tribute to baby Elizabeth and her parents, with delicious vocals by Alison Krauss…