“What Kind of Home…?”: The IDIC Romance for #WeWriWa #8Sunday

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Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday! 

It’s the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday 05/16/15 and 9:00 AM on Sunday 05/17/15. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their 8sunday posts.

It’s a second chance to share a small snippet of my current writing. Most weeks, I tie them back to my WIPpet Wednesday  post, so reading both can give a deeper peek…

Disclaimers:

  • Trip, T’Pol, and Star Trek: Enterprise belong to Paramount, even if Paramount has forgotten all about them.
  • This is an extrapolated “missing scene” story, detailing some of what might have happened during the months’ long and scarcely shown return to Earth in S2E26 “The Expanse”. Spoilers for that episode.

This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet Wednesday post, Spinning

Trip has gotten some very bad news from back home, and the ship is months away from Earth. Relieved of duty and out of options, he sees only one way to ease the pain – by getting good and drunk, and staying that way. I wrote this story for the Story a Day May Challenge, using the Second-Person POV prompt, which accounts for the unusual phrasing. I actually loved the way this story turned out (the POV was fanastic for a drunk scene!), but, if you  don’t care for second-person, it might not be for you.

I’m offering ten sentences today, because the new rules let me! =D

You roll to your belly. But that only makes you feel sick, and you don’t want to sleep, anyway. “For in that sleep of death what dreams may come?” 

Damned Shakespeare, too…gotta get out of here, get away, get unstuck. It’s the middle of the night; maybe you can slip into Engineering, just for a minute. If you can touch your engines, you’ll feel better. You’ll be home. 

Awww, hell. Home. What kind of home was there now, after -? 

Can Trip get unstuck? Will he make it to Engineering? Will he get sick? Will he dream?

For those who don’t want to wait for the next installment, here’s the current “Stuck in Space” arc:*

  • Sticking Point: Trip, tormented by unanswerable questions and unimaginable loss, just wants to stay drunk. 
  • Pillow Talk?: When the “comforting” veers into uncharted territory, conversation is – challenging, and fascinating.

*There may eventually be more stories in this arc.

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A Watched Kettle Boils Anyway: The IDIC Romance for SoCS and #STaD

Rowing down the Stream of Consciousness…Badge by Doobster @Mindful Digressions.

This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday  meme – an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt: the letters ke”, anywhere in a word. I worked in a few instances, both beginning and ending with “ke”.

Since it’s also International Short Story Month, and I’m actively participating in Story a Day May, I combined this prompt with the Something different” prompt for May 22.

Today, I bring you – a human, a Vulcan, a kettle, and a secret mission. I’d tell you the name of the story, and give you a link – but the story isn’t titled or finished yet, and may not be for a few days. It’s not easy to write something completely different, and I’ve got over 3300 words, and a long way to go in this mystery that seems to want to twist into something more familiar…

Disclaimers:

Trip, T’Pol, and Star Trek: Enterprise belong to Paramount. I play with them strictly for my own amusement – and perhaps yours, too. =)

This is an extrapolated “missing scene” story, detailing some of what might have happened while Enterprise is en route to the rendez-vous point for T’Pol’s “secret mission” in S2E7 “The Seventh.  No real spoilers, beyond that T’Pol’s not quite…herself.

A Watched Kettle Boils Anyway

T’Pol’s standing at the stovetop, staring into the steam from a whistling kettle that ought to have set those pretty, sensitive ears of hers on high alert. Instead, she’s just staring, her eyes vacant, as though she’s not seeing or hearing anything in the galley.

She’s shaking so hard she’s got her hands braced uncomfortably close to the heating element beneath the kettle, but she doesn’t seem to notice that, either.

“It must not be true for kettles -”

She actually jumps, making a startled little squeak like a human woman who’s just seen a mouse, and she whirls into a defensive crouch, hands coming up to guard her face and belly, one elbow knocking into the tea mug he hadn’t seen till now, and the sound of it shattering against the deck plating makes her breath come hard and fast, her chest heaving, her eyes wide and still not here, not really.

“Hey, sorry – I didn’t mean to scare you. Just trying to make a joke – guess I figure that if I can tickle your funny bone – ”

“’Funny bone’?” she echoes, and her breath starts to even out a little. She frowns and shakes her head. “Too loud -”

“I’ll buy that,” Trip agrees. “If I come over there and turn that off, you’re not gonna drop me, are you? Cause, for a small person, T’Pol, you pack a helluva wallop…”

She looks confused, her gaze flicking to him, the screaming kettle, the door, the mug on the floor. “No,” she says, finally, in a faint voice – and her legs start to fold up under her –

“Hey – take it easy,” he says, jumping in to catch hold of one of her arms. Damn, she’s shaking so hard it’s almost like she’s in shock. What the hell does her damned government want her to do, anyway? “Lean on me. I’ll get you to a stool, okay?”

“Yes.”

On the way past, Trip shuts off the stove, and the kettle promptly goes from an angry shriek to a lower-pitched cry, and T’Pol sighs in relief, and leans into him. She doesn’t say anything; he thinks maybe she’s still more somewhere else than she is here. He wants to know what the hell’s gotten her into this state, but this isn’t the way to find out. Besides, with the way she and the Cap’n were acting earlier, it’s damned near sure to be ‘classified’. Wouldn’t be fair to try to get it out of her this way.

“What were you trying to do, test the theory? If so, I think you got the answer.” He chatters to give himself something to focus on besides how good she smells, and how natural it feels to have her weight against him like this. He guides her to a stool, and gets her settled.

“Theory?” She answers, but there’s something hollow in the word, like she’s only going through the motions here, and most of her is busy with something else. Like that damned secret mission.

“You know – well, maybe you don’t. ‘A watched pot never boils.’”

“That’s illogical. The pot would not boil; it’s the contents that are intended to do so. Nor would being observed affect the process.”

“Ahh, so you are still in there. It’s not talking about the science of boiling points, T’Pol. It means that if you keep watching and waiting for something to happen, it seems to take a hell of a lot longer than if you just- you know – went about your business.”

“The water in this kettle boiled despite my observation.”

Trip went over to it, slipped on an oven mitt, and lifted the kettle. “I’ll say it did. If you still want tea, I’ll start some more. There’s not even close to enough left here for a cup.” He didn’t mention that she must have been standing there for a long time, for the kettle to be so close to empty.

Why was T’Pol staring into the steam? What is this secret mission? Will Trip let the kettle boil over? Will he make things better, or worse?

Will I ever finish this maybe-not-a-mystery story?

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Deepening Roots: May 20, 2015

ROWing on, gROWing deep…

Hi there! How’s this fine Wednesday treating you? It’s cool, cloudy, and breezy here, the kind of day that seems to beg for reading, writing, sunggling, lots of coffee, and maybe some TV. So far, I’ve had at least some of all of those, and done a little very mellow hometending.

Mostly, I’ve been contemplating and deepening. In yesterday’s t’ai chi class, our instructor, Sal, incorporated eight minutes of standing meditation into our warmup, interspersed with our movements. Each time we did a standing pose, he urged us to imagine ourselves putting roots into the floor, deeper and deeper.

That describes this session, for me. I didn’t spend much time working from my goals list; instead, I was more inwardly focused, following where whim and intuition led me…I was so inspired by this meme by August McLaughlin that I even wrote a post about it – and I lived it, too.

A lovely way to honor our roots. <3

Deep roots…

Like those I hope my new pansies will grow.

Like a deep, lifelong friendship that has roots that extend through every layer of my life; sustaining and enriching. Like spending most of Tuesday with my Syster-by-choice, Eden Mabee, doing what we’ve done since we were nine or so – talking about stories, creating stories, getting a little silly, swimming, nibbling…I always feel so very much myself, with her. It’s been a sometimes rocky road, this being in one another’s life…but those deep roots….they’re strong.

It’s that I want to tend, in writing and in life. Deep roots don’t show directly above the surface, but they’re what feeds everything else. They’re my stable foundation.

What roots you? How do you feed and sustain that grounding growth? How is it reflected in the way you blossom? You’ll add a little color to my day, if you share!

Nabbed from Being Mommy on Facebook.

(Eden’s meme)

In the meantime, here’s what I did!

My most recent Story a Day tales: 

  • The Captain’s Mess:  Why can’t Captain Archer use his private space, and why is he so angry about it? Could be that the space is occupied, who’s occupying it, and why…
  • Dinner With the Boss Tonight”:Why is Trip trying to talk T’Pol out of dinner with the Captain, and what does it have to do with Orion women or that hypospray in her hand? Prequel to The Captain’s Mess.
  • Pillow Talk?  Trip wakes up in a compromising position…and that’s only the first surprise in this sequel to Sticking Point

Last week’s news at Second Serving SundayMy updated Round 2 goals, and 2015 goals. 

My updated Round 2 goals, and 2015 goals. 

Color-coding key:

  • Goal attained (for the session, or the round) = blue with overstrike.

  • Goal in progress (for the session or the round) = green.

  • Goal-in-waiting (for the round) = red.

Writing:

Continue Kifo Island Chronicles Series:

  • Generations (KIC#2): Continue writing a minimum of 1 scene/week. Next up: Nothing. My soul is telling me to take a break from this one, both to get a better feel for it, and to gather the necessary strength to finish this difficult story. I’m listening to my soul till JuNoWriMo, and developing a plan that will keep it from dominating my life.
  • Sea Changes: (KIC#3): Complete all planning and plotting; ready to go for JuNoWriMo. This is a secondary goal for the rest of the monthNext up: Reread all background material for the 3 POV characters; complete Rock Your Plot Premise Testing Exercises.

Draft 31 Story a Day May  Trip and T’Pol stories. Use prompts.

  • 19/31 stories drafted, and over 51,0000K new words since the beginning of May. Have a brainstormed list of topics to develop for next year’s Enterprise – A-Z stories. Percolating for rest of May. It seems as though every story is triggering at least one, and usually more than one idea; I’m going with the flow of what comes. Next up, drafting remaining 12 daily stories; completing notes and transcription/development for remaining 16 ideas.

Editing:

  • Complete revisions for “Slow Jazz Awakening” and submit. Rock Your Revisions . Rereading scenes and notes, compiling revision planning notes; nothing new this session: 2/16 scenes complete. Organic adaptations to general to-do list for next revision pass. Next up: Continue rereading scenes and notes; create revision pass plan.

Blogging:

  • Complete all sponsor visits on time; visit 3 other blog hop and challenge participants each day, on average. Not as many visits as I intended to do; much other stuff, instead.
  • Clean up/update blog sidebar. Some brainstorming. Next up: Play with some widgets! =D
  • Beginning May 1, a post for each day’s #StaD story. Post snippets, story sparks; or related essays on progress or process. 19/31. Next up: Continue, and develop some update posts…like for Mindful Monday.

Hometending:

  • Continue with hometending. At least 5 days weekly; include decluttering and yard projects minimum of 3 days. 2/5 days; 2/3 yard/declutter. General hometending; mostly laundry, dishes, and tidying. Planted pansies and mowed front yard. Day off Tuesday. Next up: Continue this trend, paying attention to my own needs for activity and rest.

Lifetending:

  • Continue one-on-one time with all beloveds; online and in-person writerly socialization; time with friends; social media. Blogs and comments; a bit of Facebook; hangout time with each of my beloveds, and Tuesday with my Syster. Next up: More of this!
  • Expand and extend in ways that feel natural and challenging without forcing. Try two new things each week. 2/2 new things – planted pansies by the mailbox, and wrote my first Mindful Monday post. Next up….something new!

Selftending:

  • Continue physical activity and exercise – 3 times/week at minimum. 3/3: Mowing/hometending Sunday/Monday. T’ai chi and swimming on Tuesday. Next up: More moving; more tending; more exercise; more t’ai chi.
  • Attend t’ai chi weekly. Add one at-home practice move per week. This week’s move: Cloud Hands. Attended Tuesday class; deep and inspiring. Next up: Possibly attend Thursday class. Practice. Because practice makes better.
  • Meditate/Intentions journal twice weekly. 3 /2: Meditation (t’ai chi and standing meditation; breathing meditation twice); 1 /2: Intentions Journal exploration.. Next up: Creating Intentions journal habit.

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Pansy love! Sayen Garden, Hamilton, NJ, June 2013. Photo by Shan Jeniah Burton.

 

 

Naked Growth: May 17, 2015

ROWin’ my way through a flowery May! =D

This week, I took a plunge. Not into a swimming pool, or off the deep end, or anything like that….I took a leap of faith – in myself.

That’s right. I screwed together all my daring and bravery, such as it is, and I…

Wrote a blog post. But not just any blog post; one I’ve been putting off for months. One that scared me to write, and to share.

One I knew I needed to write, and share, for just that reason…

It was about the message. I’m the conduit through which the experiences and thoughts traveled. I have a passion for pondering and sharing what’s in my head, my heart, and my soul. The trick is to learn to do that, and be comfortable with letting it go, when it grows bigger than what I myself can contain…

– Excerpted from What Am I Hiding?

I’ve also been happily engaged with home and yardtending, decluttering, planning, writing, engaging with my beloveds, and exploring my inner terrain this session. I feel something shifting and deepening, and that’s always an exciting place to be!

How about you? Are you swelling from the inside out, burgeoning with new growth? In what ways are you blossoming? I’d love to celebrate with you!

Until then, though….on with the update!

My most recent Story a Day tales:

  • Sticking Point: Torn by unanswerable questions, a very drunk Trip Tucker is offered acceptance and healing from an unexpected source.

The Big Scoop on what I’ve been up to this week is at Second Serving Sunday! 

Shrouded Vistas, Sequoia National Park, view from atop Moro Rock, 1997. Photo by Shan Jeniah Burton.

My updated Round 2 goals,  and 2015 goals.

Color-coding key:

  • Goal attained (for the session, or the round) = blue with overstrike.

  • Goal in progress (for the session or the round) = green.

  • Goal-in-waiting (for the round) = red.

Writing:

Continue Kifo Island Chronicles Series:

  • Generations (KIC#2): Continue writing a minimum of 1 scene/week; will be a back burner project till June. No new writing yet; reread the existing three scenes. Next up: Will do a scene and a half each this week and next to catch up.
  • Sea Changes: (KIC#3): Complete all planning and plotting; ready to go for JuNoWriMo. Reread A-Z Stories for Donovan, Ava, and Karina. This goal will be approached piecemeal, for now…Next up: Reread all background material for the 3 POV characters; complete Rock Your Plot Premise Testing Exercises.

Draft 31 Story a Day May Trip and T’Pol stories. Use prompts.

  • 16/31 stories drafted, and almost 44,500 new words since the beginning of May. Have a brainstormed list of topics to develop for next year’s Enterprise – A-Z stories. Percolating for rest of May. Next up, drafting remaining 15 daily stories; completing note transcription/development for remaining 16 ideas.

Editing:

  • Complete revisions for “Slow Jazz Awakening”, using Rock Your Revisionsand submit,  Rereading scenes and notes, compiling revision planning notes: 2/16 scenes complete. Organic adaptations to general to-do list for next revision pass. Next up: Continue rereading scenes and notes; create revision pass plan.

  • Move “Peach Liqueur Love” through Step 3 of Sarah Selecky’s Deep Revision exercises. While rereading the relevant exercises, I discovered that I’ve only completed Step 1 for this story. (I haven’t worked on it since winter, maybe longer). Next up: Exercise #2.

Blogging:

  • Complete all sponsor visits on time; visit 3 other blog hop and challenge participants each day, on average. Still ahead; visits slowed this session.
  • Clean up/update blog sidebar. Updated challenges; explored some new widget ideas. Next up: Play with some widgets! =D
  • Beginning May 1, post for StaD each day – a story; a snippet, a story spark; or an essay on progress or process. 16/31. Next up: Continue, and develop some update posts…like for Mindful Monday.

Hometending:

  • Continue with hometending. At least 5 days weekly; include decluttering and yard projects minimum of 3 days. 6/5 days; 5/3 yard/declutter. Moderate week. Time in master bedroom, Chaos Porch, yard, living and family rooms. Flower beds and front yard. Next up: Continue this trend, paying attention to my own needs for activity and rest.

Lifetending:

  • Continue one-on-one time with all beloveds; online and in-person writerly socialization; time with friends; social media. Blogs and comments; a bit of Facebook; hangout time with each of my beloveds. Next up: More of this.
  • Expand and extend in ways that feel natural and challenging without forcing. Try two new things each week. 2/2 new things – bought pansies on a whim, and listened to my radio interview from March…and I wrote about it! Next up….we’ll see!

Selftending:

  • Continue physical activity and exercise – 3 times/week at minimum. 3/3: Yardtending/decluttering Wednesday- Friday. Next up: More moving; more tending; more exercise; more t’ai chi.
  • Attend t’ai chi weekly. Add one at-home practice move per week. This week’s move: Cloud Hands. Car trouble – no class so far this week. Next up: Possibly attend Thursday class. Practice. Because practice makes better.
  • Meditate/Intentions journal twice weekly. 2 /2: Meditation; 2 /2: Intentions Journal exploration.. Next up: Creating Intentions journal habit.

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Wandering my internal Terrain…view from Moro Rock, Sequoia Nat’l Park, CA, circa 1997. Photo by Shan Jeniah Burton.

The Big Stuff Edition: Second Serving Sunday

A weekly peek backwards and a look ahead, from my little corner of the blogosphereare you ready?

Life Stuff:

Last Week’s Edition: It’s A Tricky Day.  Mother’s Day isn’t a simple day of celebration, for many.

  • Click the link for my recent posting history!

So, it’s been a busy week, but not in a running around sense. As a matter of fact, other than Sunday’s trip out with the kids for tacos, ice cream, and pansies, the one day I did go out, Tuesday, my car started to act funny, and the Check Engine light came on…so I came home, sans t’ai chi and some alone time at Panera.

But being home doesn’t mean nothing’s happening. I did quite a lot of home and yardtending this week. I wrote stories and blog posts, including the one that makes this the week of Big Stuff. I spent lots of time connecting with the three amazing fellow humans I live with.

And some things shifted inside me, in ways I don’t yet have words for…eventually, I will, but not yet. For now, I’ll just say that I’m growing, and leave it at that…

Last week’s features:

ROW80: The Writing Challenge That Knows You Have A Life.

  • No Golden Ring:  When life is more turbulent than joyous, but the world wants you to celebrate…and some writing, too.
  • Grateful Growth:  Wherein I say thank you, and breathe a little more easily (and offer a Trekkish mini-treat!).

Eight Sentence Sunday:

  • “Tiny Flames”:In the aftermath of grief, in T’Pol’s quarters, Trip has a realization, and knows that the time has come.

WIPpet Wednesday:

  • “She is Fierce”: T’Pol wants to go canoeing, with Trip, and against doctor’s advice, and she’s more than a little fiercely insistent.

Coffee and Conversation:

  • What Am I Hiding? At the intersection of modesty and stinginess, I learn to reveal myself for a greater purpose.

SoCS (Stream of Consciousness Saturday):

  • Sticking to the Plan: Sometimes, the best plan you can come up with is to get drunk and avoid certain triggering words and people…

Story a Day May:

  • Get Out Your White Hat: Trip’s been caught red – uhh – lipped, and the tempting new Vulcan on the ship has clearly gotten the wrong idea, and is not amused.
  • Fierce:  One very determined, and very, well, passionate,Vulcan woman, and the man who loves her enough to paddle her canoe.
  • Telling Stories:Trapped in an Everglades lightning storm with a critically ill wife, Trip tries to tell her a story…
  • Don’t Shave:  A drabble (100 word story) that wraps up the Everglades arc…
  • “Private Intercultural Research”: An old Terran book, a watched door, and a different kind of research project.
  • Watching Him:  In a time of mutual emotional turmoil, T’Pol observes Trip, and offers healing.
  • Sticking Point: Torn by unanswerable questions, a very drunk Trip is offered acceptance and healing from an unexpected source.

What’s Next:

May Focuses: (everything now in progress).

  • Complete the Story A Day May Challenge. 
  • Complete revisions and submit “Slow Jazz Awakening”
  • Resume revisions on “Peach Liqueur Love”
  • Plot Sea Changes: Kifo Island Chronicles #3.
  • Update blog sidebar.

This week, on the blog:

  • For WIPpet Wednesday: New stuff for April – July. I’ll be sharing whatever I’m writing, when I get to Wednesday. This week….another snippet from The IDIC Romance….
  • Stream of Consciousness Saturday (SoCS):A post based on the weekly prompt, TBA Friday. Most likely Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, this month, because Trip and T’Pol!
  • Eight Sentence Sunday: Eight sentences from the same story as my WIPpet Wednesday post, but probably a little further on…
  • ROW80 Updates: My progress on my current and/or long term goals for A Round of Words in 80 Days, posted on or near Sunday and Wednesday.

In the Wilds of Internet-Land:

And that’s my week, in a nutshell (or a blogpost!). How about you? Did you do anything daring or exciting this week? Challenge yourself? Finish a project that’s been nagging you? Start something new? Just relax?

Yes, I’m a little nosy. Writer thing. So, if you want to satisfy my perhaps inappropriate curiosity, drop me a line or a few in the box below!

At the Drop of Her Pheremones: The IDIC Romance for #WeWriWa #8Sunday

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday!

It’s the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday 05/16/15 and 9:00 AM on Sunday 05/17/15. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their 8sunday posts.

It’s a second chance to share a small snippet of my current writing. Most weeks, I tie them back to my WIPpet Wednesday post, so reading both can give a deeper peek…

Disclaimers:

  • Trip, T’Pol, and Star Trek: Enterprise belong to Paramount, even if Paramount has forgotten all about them…it was their own idea to go to the Everglades.
  • This is an extrapolated “might-have-been” story. No real spoilers; just what Trip and T’Pol show me…

This post is rated PG-13 for suggestiveness.

This snippet follows a few paragraphs after last week’s WIPpet Wednesday  post, She is Fierce”. 

T’Pol, Burning, wants to explore the Everglades, all alone with her husband, by canoe. All attempts to dissuade her by logical means have failed.

I’m offering ten sentences today, because the new rules let me! =D

He got up from his chair, went the three steps to her – furthest she’d let him get away from her in days, and Trip couldn’t decide if it felt good, or if he just wished she still wanted him right where she could grab him at the drop of her pheremones.

“I’m with you, pepperpot. Don’t worry, Doc – I’ll take care of her, and keep her safe. You can meet us at the chickee – but give us -” he looked up at the sky, to a sun that was just past noon – “well – give us till it gets all the way dark, will ya? Cap’n’ll be happy to beam you in.”

“This is unwise, Commanders -”

“Desist!” T’Pol grabbed up the paddle, her hands clenched around the pole, like it was a weapon. She gasped out a couple of breaths, breasts heaving in a way that was doing things to him – she hadn’t worn a bra or panties in weeks, and still he couldn’t get enough of the way she looked in just a T-shirt, with her hair growing out and curling at the ends in the humid air. “Your objections have been noted, but I am Burning, not ill.”

Will T’Pol keep her cool, or use that paddle on someone? Will Trip keep his cool, or show her how delicious she is in just her T-shirt? Will they stay, or will they go?

In case you don’t want to play guessing games, here’s the full story in a three-part arc:

  • Fierce:  One very determined, and very, well, passionate, Vulcan woman, and the man who loves her enough to paddle her canoe.
  • Telling Stories: Trapped in an Everglades lightning storm with a critically ill wife, Trip tries to tell her a story…
  • Don’t Shave:A drabble (100 word story) that wraps up the Everglades story arc.

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Sticking to the Plan: The IDIC Romance for SoCS and #STaD

Rowing down the Stream of Consciousness. Badge by Doobster@Mindful Digressions.

This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday  meme – an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt:stick”.

Since it’s also International Short Story Month, and I’m actively participating in Story a Day May, I combined this prompt with the second person POV limit prompt, and used both to create the story. What appears here is the beginning of a 1900+ word short story, Sticking Point”: Torn by unanswerable questions, a drunk Trip Tucker is offered acceptance and healing from an unexpected source. Clicking the title will take you to the full story. 

Disclaimers: 

  • Trip, T’Pol, Hoshi, and Star Trek: Enterprise belong to Paramount, even if Paramount has forgotten all about them…I’ve picked them out of the dustbin, brushed them off, and let them go…
  • This is an extrapolated “missing scene” story, detailing some of what might have happened during the months’ long and scarcely shown return to Earth in S2E26 “The Expanse”.  Spoilers for that episode; mild spoilers for S2E1: Shockwave: Part II

Sticking Point 

“You’re not drunk.” You stare into the mirror, and ignore the multiple images. “Man’s gotta stick to his guns.” You shake your head, hoping the images will resolve into one.

Is that logical?

“Uh uh. Logic – and people who spout it like they’re geysers – got no place here in my head, not tonight. Nope. Not even if they’re beautiful and brilliant and complicated enough that you could spend a lifetime getting to know them.”

A lifetime – aww, hell…

Shaking your head damned sure didn’t work – now though were four of everything, or maybe five. Didn’t matter. Nother drink would fix things, get those multiple images to stick together, resolve back into one.

Logic.

Lifetimes.

“Damned curse words.” No room for them in your head. Curses on the curses. “Hell with ’em,” you mutter. “Hell with you, too,” you tell the multiple images of yourself. “Nother drink, that’s all I need. That’s my story, and I’m stickin’ to it.”

But another drink only brings things like logic and lifetimes closer; you can feel them breathing hot breath, and cold, down the back of your neck, shivering through your spine, freezing and burning at the same time. Damned dirty words. Why do they always stick around, when – when –

No. Not thinkin’ that. Nothing can make you, not so long as there’s a bottle. And there’s lotsa bottles; you’ve been collecting alcohol since the mission started, askin’ pretty much everyone to give you a little of whatever they brought, anything they found on the planets they visited.

You never really expected to drink it out here, stuck in space. You were gonna bring it home –

“Stop it.” You stare at the bottle you hold – sake, from Hoshi. Just a little bottle, this one. She said her father had given it to her, to toast herself when she wasn’t frightened. You didn’t tell her that you thought her father was kind of an arrogant ass, to send his brave but sensitive daughter out here with a bottle that about screamed he expected her to put her tail between her legs at every lightyear, the way Pothos had when he saw Phlox’s bat for the first time. You don’t tell her that, because you like Hoshi, and you’re damned proud of how far she’s come, even if her horse’s ass of a small sake bottle giving father isn’t.

She’s like a little sister to you –

Stick to the plan, Tucker. Words you don’t say. Little, anywhere near sister. Logic. Lifetime.” There were other words, but you’ve forgotten them – better that way. If only these didn’t seem to be on an endless loop in your head.

If only you hadn’t been relieved of duty, forcefully, because of logic.

“No. Dirty word.” You drain the sake, because you can’t drown yourself in your work if the Cap’n won’t ket you anywhere near Engineering. Said you were a menace to the ship – what the hell does he know, anyway? You could’ve gotten those shiny, barely broke in engines up to Warp Six, maybe Six Point Five. You’d’ve worked on the damned structural integrity after; ship wouldn’t have come apart – logic be damned; that woman’s not an engineer, or an architect….

Architect. You strangle a cry; won’t let it out of your throat to breathe. It wants to stick a knife in your heart, that word.

Architect. It’s knifing and twisting, and you’re dangling on its point. Its points – her points, and her damned logic…You throw the bottle at the mirror; it’s leaving your hand before you know what you’ve done. You twist that cry into a laugh that sounds maniacal even in your own ears.

Good. Anti-logic. Just what you need. “Stick that in your damned logic pipe, and smoke it,” you say, and laugh at the shattered glass and the dripping sake.

Will Trip drink himself into oblivion? Will he get answers?

Will Trip drink himself into oblivion? Will he get answers?

What is he trying not to think about? Will the Cap’n let him go back to work?

Will I manage a story a day all month?

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