WIPpet Wednesday: Intense Reaction

 

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 is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys (and who has placed the word “sardonic” in this snippet, because she reached her first 10K word goal! Way to go, Kathi, and it fit perfectly!).

I’m sharing a story from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge project. This is a Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip.

This is the sixteenth 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.

So, two weeks ago, I posted about this story disappearing without a trace from Scrivener and Dropbox, and my intention to rebuild it from the existing blogposts.

The process is moving along – and the story is growing! This little 2K mini-gem is now nearly 8K long, and I haven’t gotten to the end (again) yet…

It’s almost long enough to qualify for novelette territory… by my guess, it’ll be at least 10K when all is said and done…and it’s a far better story than what I originally wrote, too. I’m kinda glad it went poof, actually…

And here’s the funny thing. All this amazing dancing between our two brave and tempting explorers happens in a tiny little bit of the original episode, between scenes. I always knew something had to have gone on between these two in that cell, but I’ll admit that I’m more than a little surprised at all they’ve gotten up to. This might possibly be the best use of an unexplained incarceration, ever…

Locked in a tiny room? No communicators?

No problem – they’ve got each other, after all…

Disclaimer: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is October 15, 2014.
  • Slightly convoluted Tricky math: 10+15 (month+day)=25
  • Add 3 as a pre-Halloween treat (it’s my favorite number).
  • 28 sentences total, this week,

This story is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: “Broken Bow Part 1”. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Aftershock. Trip and T’Pol are one incendiary pair – but will they ignite again, or find some way to dampen the fires?

Maybe not this kind of intense reaction – but who can resist Vulcan zombies?!

Her cirtrus-smoke scent blanketed me, and she made a tiny sound as she quivered – if I’d forgotten how fast things could spiral out of control between us, I was about to get a reminder. My hips jolted up again, and T’Pol’s corkscrewed down to meet them, We both groaned, together. Her eyes were wide, and she was shaking, her body tight with strain -was she fighting herself again? I couldn’t take much more of this, either -

Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie,” I whispered to myself, to get my mind off the heat and friction and beautiful Vulcan, and rolled to the side. T’Pol wasn’t as light as she looked, but she didn’t resist me. She swung her top leg off, which put a little space between us. I thanked my sister, silently – no, I wasn’t going to think about why T’Pol reminded me of little-girl Lizzie, but only when we were all over each other – what the hell was wrong with me, anyway? No, not now – not till we were out of this. Right now, T’Pol was the important thing –

“Those bastards hit you hard enough to cause a concussion, T’Pol – and I think you’ve got a doozy.”

“I’m not concussed, Trip.” Her voice was still softly husky. She tensed the muscles in the leg that was still under mine, and I rolled back to let her pull it free. She made a smooth, dancelike move, and ended sitting, straight backed and cross-legged, facing me.

I sat up, although not nearly as gracefully as she had. “How can you be so sure? I mean, if you don’t know what – well, all this – is about -“

“Vulcan physiology differs from yours; it would take a considerably more powerful blow to cause a brain injury, even a minor one.” She sounded pretty damned sure of herself, even though her hair was mussed, her jacket dragged down over one shoulder, and she was still quivering enough that I could see it – damn damn damn!

“Then this is something else.” There! That would show her that I could be logical, too, if I wanted to – even if I was surprised as hell that I was able to think at all, under the circumstances.

“Yes.” T’Pol’s voice was sardonic, now, and she dropped her gaze off to the side the way she did when she was uncomfortable. “You seem to elicit certain – instinctive responses – within me.” She met my eyes, and hers looked troubled and open – I wanted to fall into them again, but then she shifted her focus back to the side,and her voice was barely a whisper. “I was unprepared for such an intense reaction. In future, I’ll – restrain myself.”

Maybe not quite this intense…

Now just what does she mean by that?! And how will Trip respond? Is T’Pol as uninjured as she says she is? Can we stop fanning ourselves now? Where is that Klingon, or the rest of the landing party, or even the Suliban who put TnT here?

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 I’ll be expanding in 2015, so your input is always valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun… for the most part. ;)

 

Ahhh. THIS one!

Bonus Intense reactions!

WIPpet Wednesday: “Kroykah?”

 

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 is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

Ever feel like you’re riding high, on top of everything, and then – splat! – something topples you back to Earth with a rude and teeth-jarring jolt?

I shut down and restarted my laptop yesterday – and, when I pulled up my Scrivener project to work on revisions for upcoming WIPpets – Tigress T’Pol was gone. Every other story seems to be just fine; but this one is missing – from the binder, and from my Dropbox files. It’s not in my Recycle Bin either- it’s as though it never existed!

So, where I thought I was ready to edit the next several WIPpets, I’ll be re-creating them, instead. It’s not a huge deal; I know what direction I was taking, and the original version is still on my Story-a-Day blog, and I have all the edits up to this point in previous posts. Some of them changed as I was posting, so it’s more up-to-date than the Scrivener file.

There’s a good chance that the new ending will be better than the edits would have been, so this may turn out to have been one of those annoying-but-ultimately positive things. Still, though, I’d love the opinion of a certain Chief Engineer….oh, wait – he’s got his arms extremely full of the Science Officer right now…and they’re both a little busy…

In other news, I had the honor of sharing fellow WIPpeteer Amy Mitchell’s cover reveal and book goodies on Monday. I can’t wait to find out more about Phin and Alex and the sizzling going on between them….!

And one last tidbit before we go back to spying on the interspecies hanky-panky in the cell. I’m taking an online course at FutureLearn Shakespeare and His World. It’s for fun, and also research for Chameleon’s Dish, which will be returning after we reach the end of this story and find out if Trip and T’Pol ever get out of that Suliban lockup, and if Trip manages to practice chivalry with a Vulcan woman who doesn’t quite grasp the concept…

And, speaking of our incendiary duo….

Here’s another snippet from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge project. This is a Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip.

For those keeping track:

This is the fourteenth 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.

Disclaimer: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is October 1, 2014.
  • 18 sentences for the day, (10+1+2+0+1+4=18)

This story is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: “Broken Bow Part 1”. I’ve done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.

This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Fierce Impact. Trip is trying to help T’Pol regain her control, while she seems to have another goal entirely…

Kroykah?” Mercifully, T’Pol stopped moving as she echoed my word, and let go of my fingers, the plasma-current of sharing cutting off almost painfully. “Don’t you desire me?”

She was still flushed and quivering, and her heart beat against my belly, impossibly strong and fast, like she had a hummingbird Godzilla trapped inside her. Her voice was breathily husky, her eyes wide and dilated, but her tone and the almost pleading way she looked at me reminded me of Lizzie when she was little and had gotten in trouble without understanding what she’d done wrong. Damn, was there something twisted in T’Pol reminding me of my baby sister while she was straddling me and still looking so deliciously frenzied?

Instead of thinking about that, I chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose, hoping it wasn’t some Vulcan erogenous zone that would get us right back into trouble again. “Oh, woman, I desire all kinds of things. I’m pretty sure you can feel that for yourself.” She wasn’t moving, anymore, but she was still laying on me; no way she couldn’t tell just how aroused I was. ”But you – you didn’t expect to react this way, did you? It -” I tried to figure out how to say what I’d felt, in the sharing. “It seemed like you were overwhelmed and scared and fighting yourself- and that’s not the way I wanna do this, if we do it.”

T’Pol was coming back to herself, but her eyes were flinching again, focusing on my chin, then somewhere on the wall behind my head, then back, as though she was afraid to really look at me. “Did I – injure you?” It was haardly even a whisper.

I grinned, hoping it would reassure her I was all right. “Well, you sure came on a little strong – but I’m pretty tough, and I like a challenge. Listen, T’Pol -” I tipped her chin so that her gaze almost met mine, and she swallowed back a sigh – “don’t you think we oughta talk about whatever the hell that was?”

 

 

 

What will T’Pol say? Will she try to pretend nothing happened? Does Trip get to taste his boot again? Find out what’s going on with the unexpected Vulcan in his life? Will T’Pol let him get up, or keep him on the floor a while?

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 I’ll be expanding in 2015, so your input is always valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun… for the most part. ;)

WIPpet Wednesday: Small Steps

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 is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

I am now the mother of an adolescent! It seems like just yesterday I was staring at a giant baby boy who could hold up his head, and now, he’s just an inch or two shorter than me, and seeming, at once, very grown and still quite young. He amazes me.

And he’ll still hug me – even in public. <3

And he’s thirteen!

Enough of the sappy. On to the happy!

Today’s snippet comes from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge: Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, an exploration of the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip. I’ll be sharing the remainder of this story, and a Twitter fiction, before we give Trip and T’Pol some much-needed privacy.

Update: When I went back to edit this section of the story, something interesting happened. I didn’t like the original ending, which was abrupt, because of the length prompt. Well, it’s much better now – and the story is about 1,500 words longer than it was, too!

Since these two are getting a LOT of positive feedback from folks who enjoy them (almost) as much as I do, I’m guessing there won’t be too many complaints about that! =D

Disclaimer: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

Story a Day is just that- a story every day in May. To make the challenge more interesting, I used all of the prompts. The stories are sequential, with various tones, POVs, and voices.

For those keeping track:

This is installment 9 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.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is September 3, 2014.
  • Yesterday, my son turned 13 – a milestone age! =D
  • Therefore 25 sentences, today, because 13+9+3=25.

This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Intimate Contact. Trip and T’Pol make tentative advances…

This is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: “Broken Bow Part 1”. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.

 

“And the Cap’n told me I was supposed to ‘extend you every courtesy’ -” I shrugged and gave her a little smile, hoping it would relax her; I could see her tension in the lines of her body. I hadn’t really thought about it – but I was an alien, to her. “Maybe we’ve both messed things up. But, since we’re the only ones who know about it, maybe we can just agree to forget about it.”

T’Pol’s brow creased, and she went very still again. Her eyes were intent on my face. “You wish us to forget both our first meeting, and your emotional response to my presence aboard Enterprise?”, she asked, in a voice so absolutely flat, I knew right away that my answer was going to affect whatever happened between us. I stuck my tongue in my cheek to keep myself from blurting out the first answer that came to me – assuming one even did. Think, man – she’s after something, here. What is it?

But how the hell was I supposed to guess? She was a Vulcan, after all – and it had only taken a few minutes of working with her to see that her brain used a very different operating system than mine -

Then again, she was a woman. She’d proven that, in the club, and in my arms. And maybe, beneath all the Vulcanness, that’s the part that waited to hear what I would say; needed to hear something she could hold onto. I didn’t have a lot of experience with girlfriends, but I’d had a sister most of my life. I thought of Lizzie, and what I’d want a guy to say to her, in this situation.

I took a step closer; she didn’ retreat, but I could almost feel her quivering again, and she was back to not-quite-meeting my eyes. “T’Pol – I could never forget meeting you, and, even if I could, I wouldn’t want to. That was maybe the best twelve minutes and sixteen seconds of my life, and, well, I’m a little embarrassed to tell you how many times I’ve stayed up too late thinking about -well, how it might have turned out. And, as for the way I’ve treated you -”

Now T’Pol took a step closer – a small step, true, and she looked like she could bolt back to the corner any second, but a step. “ Your behavior has been – honest.”

 

Just what does T’Pol mean by that? Will Trip get this right, or blow it? Will these two find a way to deal with the feelings between them? Will we ever learn why they were put in that cell?

You guessed it – you can watch the episode, click the links below, or come back next week for the conclusion of this story!

Story A Day excerpt and commentary…

Full original version of the story…

These posts are the seeds of a project I’m expanding in 2015. Your input is valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun… for the most part. ;)

 

WIPpet Wednesday: Danger, Trip Tucker!

 

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 is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

It was an eventful week for me. A difficult anniversary, my birthday – and a case of food poisoning that swallowed my weekend whole. I’m almost back to myself, although still tired, so that means it’s time for some WIPpeting!

I’m continuing with snippets from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge: Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip.

 

Disclaimer: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

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 fourth 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.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is July 30, 2014.
  • 29 sentences, because yesterday was my birthday, and I figure I’m entitled.

This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Bigger Problems. Trip and T’Pol are on Rigel 10, searching for the wounded Klingon who was abducted from Enterprise, when they are attacked by several Suliban…This is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: “Broken Bow Part 1”. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.

 

There were five of them circling her, now – but T’Pol spun, kicked, and feinted as though she had a chance of taking them all out. She ducked under a reaching Suliban, and when she came up, her hand clamped onto his shoulder; he dropped to the decking with a thud and stayed there. What the hell had she done to him? Before I could even start to figure it out, another one tried to launch a flying kick at her head; she threw him over her shoulder, rolled, came up already whirling to keep the last three in her sight.

“Looks like she fights better than you, too,” I laughed, enjoying my captor’s enraged hiss, as T’Pol got another Suliban by the shoulder, and he stopped being a factor. But then one of the last two caught hold of her, and the other one’s sidearm slammed into her head and sent her slumping.

“Hey!” I fought to get free – Damn, had they killed her? “Don’t hurt her!”

“Are you going to try to protect her, puny Human?”

T’Pol lifted her lolling head a little, somehow managing to look at me dazedly. “Don’t, Trip,” she mouthed – or at least I thought she did.

I stopped struggling – it might be too late for admitting that I was in way over my head, and had probably dragged her in with me to do any good, but I could at least not make it any worse for either of us. We were taken down several levels – I tried to keep track, but I was worried about T’Pol, who now hung limply between the two Suliban who dragged her. By the time I was shoved into a small room with a force field at the entrance, I was completely lost.

The two holding T’Pol dumped her roughly against the back wall of the cell, then turned and locked us in while I went to kneel beside her, hoping like hell she wasn’t seriously hurt. The Vulcan woman got her elbows under her with a soft grunt of effort and propped herself up while I was still trying to decide whether I should help her.

“Sorry I gave you a hard time. You all right?”

“I attempted to warn you; had you listened, you might have been able to escape, and alert the captain.”

“Guess I was too busy being a jackass.”

“Jackass?” She arched one slanting brow, studying my face with a question in her eyes – eyes that seemed to have grown softer, somehow, making her seem beautiful in a whole new way that almost took my breath away.

“I lost my temper, and it wasn’t fair to take it out on you.”

I apparently have much to learn about interacting effectively with humans.”

I smiled; this was the first time she’d seemed at all unsure of herself. “I could’ve done a better job of ‘interacting effectively’ myself, so I guess that makes us just about even. Mind if I ask where a Vulcan learned to fight like that? I thought your people were supposed to be pacifists.”

 

Why have the Suliban taken them captive? Will Trip and T’Pol ever learn how to ‘interact effectively’ with one another? Will T’Pol reveal how she acquired her considerable skill at hand-to-hand combat? What about the rest of the landing party, and the mission to rescue Klaang, the wounded Klingon?

You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet!

Story A Day unrevised excerpt and commentary…

Full original version of the story…

These posts are the seeds of a project I’ll be expanding in 2015, so your input is always valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun… for the most part. ;)

Come read or join in on the WIPpetty goodness!

 

WIPpet Wednesday: A Taste of Sole?

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. Schwengelmaven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

Hi there! This month, I’m participating in CampNaNoWriMo. I’ve finished one WIP, The Stars are Fire,and have made it to the halfway point in another, 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 The IDIC Romance.

Disclaimer: T’Pol,  Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

A bit about the challenge:

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 roughly sequential, with various tones, POVs, and voices, due to the particular prompts that were in play during the writing.

For those keeping track:

This is the first installment of Story #4, Tigress T’Pol . The prompt for this story

was to write a story of exactly 2000 words. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story.

WIPpet Math:

Today is July 9, 2014.

Today’s math…

  • 16 sentences, adding the month and day.

This snippet is told from Trip’s point of view. The wounded Klingon, Klaang, had been abducted from Enterprise. In an attempt to find him and bring him home, Captain Archer has ordered them to Rigel 10 – the first populated alien world Trip has been to. It doesn’t help that he’s paired with T’Pol, who clearly knows her way around, and seems to think she’s in charge. And then there’s that little matter of the odd history they’ve shared…

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.

“Hey, T’Pol, how long are we going to pretend that nothing happened between us?”

I was a little shocked at myself; I’d planned to wait her out, see if she ever brought it up. But then, I had a long history of sticking my foot in my mouth, and I was apparently hungry for the sole of my boot.

“I know of another merchant. Stay with me, and attempt to restrain yourself.” T’Pol acted like I hadn’t said anything, or maybe like anything I said was beneath her notice. Where was that alluring temptress she’d been in Fusion? She was as full of surprises now as she’d been in that club – I’d give her that much. Too bad they weren’t at all the ones I’d been hoping for ever since she walked into the Capn’s Ready Room.

Maybe she’d forgotten all about that night – but, if she had, why had she looked at me that way when she first came in? For a second or two, it was as though we were back there, with the music flowing through us. Even now, I could feel it – a deep awareness of her, more than physical desire, something I’d never felt before. I wanted more.

But maybe she just wanted to forget. She was as damned arrogantly superior as all Vulcans, like she knew more than any human ever could. Probably thought it was way beneath her to do something so primitive as to feel desire, or anything else, for some human male she saw in a club.

Will Trip get a reaction out of T’Pol? Will he regret it, if he does? Who’s really in charge here? Will they find the missing Klingon? Come back next week for the next excerpt!

Story A Day commentary…

Full version of the story…

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.

Want more WIPpets?

 

WIPpet Wednesday: Disparate Bindings; Tangled Pulls

 

Are you ready to WIPpet?!

Are you ready to WIPpet?!

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!

It’s July, and July is an emotionally slippery month for me. It holds birthdays, death anniversaries, and the entire lifetime of our second child. It’s bisected by a much-anticipated annual out-of-state gathering, Unschoolers Rock the Campground.

I’ll be riding the waves this month. I’m also participating in CampNaNoWriMo. I’ll finish my current WIP, The Stars are Fire, and add more words to another, Perchance to Dream.

Since both of these are ragged and extremely rough, I’m going to continue 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 The IDIC Romance.

Disclaimer: T’Pol,  Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

A bit about the challenge:

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, due to the particular prompts that were in play during the writing.

For those keeping track:

  • This is the final installment of Story #3, Vermilion Threads . The prompt was to write a story of about 640 words. An additional guest post was to use the words “vermilion” and “musky” (both used in previous WIPpets). “musky” (both used in previous WIPpets).

WIPpet Math:

Today is July 2, 2014.

Today’s math…

  • 14 sentences, for the last two digits of the year. Yup, that simple! =D

This snippet is the aftermath of T’Pol’s meditation on her first hours of compulsory duty aboard the human starship Enterprise in the pilot episode:Broken Bow Part 1. It follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet,Trip, Stumble, and T’Pol.

 

I opened my eyes, considering the flame, and my fingers reached again to hover over the thread. Only now did I realize that Trip - Commander Tucker – had not intended an intimate gesture, but only to shake my hand in the manner of a human greeting. Although I knew I couldn’t return it, Awakened to him as I was, I allowed a moment of remorse that I hadn’t found some way to acknowledge his welcoming ritual, especially since there had been some element of challenge in it, something that spoke to those moments when our souls had communed with the surging music.

My own fingers, the restless indicators of my own inappropriate longing for him, danced away from the token of my bondage to Vulcan, to the PADD. I traced the vermilion piping on Trip’s uniform with paired, trembling fingers, then dared to caress his image’s face. I longed to sample the texture of his human skin; to feel the interplay of his muscles as they shifted in what seemed to be an endless dance, conveying emotions I didn’t have enough data to identify or comprehend.

I drew a deep breath, staring into those intensely blue eyes- the color of Earth’s sky on a sunny day – and imagined, for an uncontrolled moment, that he was here, in this room, meeting my gaze and accepting my touch.

I was intended to marry Koss, but I was Awakened to Trip. There was no logic in deluding myself – about the realities of the situation, or my own emotional agitation. They were as real as the strange scent of my new quarters, the too-chill temperature, the too-yellow quality of the ambient lighting, the unaccustomed vibrations of the humans’ primitive Warp 5 engine, the prototype of which they were so unaccountably and unabashedly proud.

I knew what my world demanded of me, and why. There was a logic to it that was a part of me, that had been whispered into my ear, as an infant: “The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few – or the one.” But now I looked at Trip’s image, and the thread Soval had given me, and I asked myself a question I knew ran counter to what it meant to be Vulcan.

Do I wish to honor my obligations to my family and my homeworld, or surrender myself to the pull of this human on my soul?”

What will T’Pol decide? What is Trip‘s reaction to T’Pol’s presence on Enterprise? Will this assignment change the course of both of their lives?

Yup, you guessed it…you’ll need to either read below, watch the series, or wait for next week, to learn more, from Trip’s point of view.

 

Story A Day commentary…

Full version of the story…

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.

Want more WIPpets?

I’ve kinda left poor Captain Archer out of these stories, thus far, but someone made this nifty video…

 

WIPpet Wednesday: Trip, Stumble, and T’Pol

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday -K.L. Schwengel’s weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

I’ve spent most of the last week writing. Tens of thousands of words of my current WIP, The Stars are Fire. It’s ragged and extremely rough, so I won’t be inflicting it on you yet. You’re most welcome. =)

Instead, this snippet comes 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 The IDIC Romance.

Disclaimer: T’Pol and Trip , and all the rest of Star Trekare property of Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

A bit about the challenge:

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, they will have various tones, POVs, and voices, due to the particular prompts that were in play during the writing.

For those keeping track:

  • Installment #4 of Story #3, Vermilion Threads. The prompt was to write a story of about 640 words. An additional guest post was use the words “vermilion” and “musky” (that one’s in this WIPpet).

WIPpet Math:

Today is June 25, 2014

  • 25 sentences, for the date.

This snippet is a memory-fragment T’Pol experienceduring meditation shortly after she reports for compulsory duty aboard the human starship Enterprise in the pilot episode: Broken Bow Part 1.It follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, “Breathless”. The beginning of this clip shows the scene that inspired this WIPpet.

I drew a deep breath, held it until I could control my autonomic response, and nodded. Soval studied me for a wordless moment, his face revealing nothing but alertness. I held myself still under his regard, wondering whether I wished him to conclude that I was in fact unsuitable for this assignment.

“Although the service is compulsory, Subcommander T’Pol, you still honor Vulcan in your willingness to accept this challenge. You are at liberty for the remainder of the day, so that you may attend to your affairs, and tend to your meditation.”

I said nothing else. It would be illogical; it was not that I didn’t trust my composure to hold if I spoke.

Then came a grueling series of preparations – I allowed those memories to pass quickly, until the moment I was ready to step aboard the courier, and Soval offered me a small box.

“To remind you that, although you are traveling with humans, you are still bound indelibly to your own people.”

I took the box, opened it, and found the skein of vermilion thread.

And then I stood at the door to Captain Archer’s office – his Ready Room, according to the very young human Ensign who had directed me here. I heard two male voices, the words indistinct – but there was no mistaking his intonations, or my Awakened, yearning response. I was aware of Trip, as I entered; my eyes shifted to the precise place where he was before I could control the action. My senses were fully engaged, my mind alight with searing, quivering arousal. Trip looked back at me with a human expression that might be shock, or disbelief, or any number of other things I could not decipher- but I was certain that he knew me as I knew him. Commander Tucker, I admonished myself – I must not think of him as Trip, as the man I had yearned for since that chance, forbidden encounter fourteen months, two weeks, and six days ago.

I had postponed using the prescribed nasal numbing agent, so that I could learn from his scent what only my olfactory sense could tell me. His pungent human odor was spiked with musky overtones, and my own pheremones released in involuntary response. I turned to the Captain, and attempted to still my instinctive reaction.

The animal upon the floor – a small, large-eared canid – provided an outlet; that was fortunate, since my control had already slipped unacceptably and quite noticeably, making me react discourteously. I focused my attention on the creature, allowing the assumption that its natural odor was offensive to me – and Captain Archer apologized, remarking upon the olfactory sensitivity of Vulcan females.

“I took a shower this morning, How ‘bout you, Cap’n?”

All my efforts at control were as nothing, to the smile I could hear in his voice – how could I hear any such thing? The captain belatedly made introductions, and I was forced by courtesy to turn to face him. Trip Tucker rose, extended his arm to me, hand open, in a blatant offer to touch that would only be shared by sexual partners, on Vulcan. “Trip. I’m called Trip.”

“I’ll try to remember that.” I only resisted the impulse to heedlessly take hold of that hand, recklessly give myself to what would follow, by turning away and clutching my quivering hands behind me.

Will T’Pol be able to maintain control in the face of her attraction for Trip? How will Trip react to being spurned? Will the mission be a success, or a disaster?

Yup, you guessed it…you’ll need to either read below, or wait for next week, to learn more…

Story A Day commentary…

Full version of the story…

These posts are the seeds of a project that will germinate over the next months, so input is especially valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun ..for the most part.

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