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’m excited. I’ve never had a short story accepted before, and I spent a lot of time with this one. It took about three years to go from a half-autobiographical dream to the version I submitted. There were times in the revision process where I was certain it was a tangled and half-baked story that would never make sense, and that no one would want to read it.
If I hadn’t spent those years sharing my writing in forums like this one, I don’t think I would have had the courage to submit this story, which is truly a little piece of my soul, and my life, to a paying market. It would still be just “something I’m playing with”.
But now, it will be more. My little baby story is out in the world, getting ready to fly…
It’s scary-wonderful. I’m deeply honored and grateful for the opportunity.
And now, on to the WIPpeting! =D
- Today is November 19, 2014.
- My simple non-math: 11 mostly short paragraphs, for the month.
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, “Little Miss Not So Logical?” Trip’s in the middle of his own rather intense reaction…will T’Pol be able to help him, or will she give in to her own powerful impulses?
“Are you well, Commander Tucker?”
I realized I’d been staring at her chest, and jerked my focus back to her face – damn, was it just my imagination, or did she actually look amused?
“I’m, uh, just fine'”.
“Your complexion has changed color, your respiration and heart rate have undergone marked acceleration, and your pupils are dilated – ” She might be back to being a clinician, but this was damned sure not my idea of ‘playing doctor’!
“I seem to remember you being more than a little green and breathless yourself, a few minutes ago, Subcommander.”
“I have explained that my -intense reaction – was due to an instinctive and involuntary response -”
“Yeah? Well, I’m, uh- having a pretty’ intense reaction’ to you, just now. I’ll, uh, get hold of myself in a few seconds.” How the hell I was going to do that, I had no idea, but I didn’t need to tell her that.
“Is there some way I can – assist you?” Her voice went all soft and husky, and the places my mind leapt to – her pinning me down again, or stripping out of her clothes, or – were definitely not helping…well, they were helping something, but I hadn’t exactly had any problems in that department, at least not since she walked into the Cap’n’s Ready Room and put my body and imagination on high alert, even when she was ignoring me or driving me nuts…
“Aww, hell…” I wanted to grab her, crush her against me, breathe in that exotic scent, feel her come passionately alive, throw caution out the nearest airlock and touch my fingertips to hers, so we could get lost together in whatever that plasma current was… “Stop it, Tucker. Stop it right now, while you still can.” I growled it through gritted teeth, and straightened my spine to attention. T’Pol’ eyes scanned slowly down my body, pausing just south of center, and she sighed and quivered. Nothing in hell I could do to hide the fact that I was at attention with all I had…
“Damn damn damn,” I whispered, watching my hand reach toward her as though it belonged to someone else, wondering what it was going to do, sure it was going to get us both in more trouble…but all I did was straighten her jacket so that it hung evenly again…well, that and curl my hand over that trembling shoulder, almost close enough to touch her delicately pointed ear…
“Commander Tucker.” She said it softly, her eyes wide, and her full lips almost seeming to caress my title and name – but it was enough. I scrubbed a hand over my face and through my hair – damn, please don’t let her decide she needs to fix it again! Before she could, I whirled around and paced the three steps to the corner she’d gone to after that first kiss, about a thousand years ago, now…
Will Trip stay in the corner? Will T’Pol let him? Will they ever figure out how to be in the same place and not have’ intense reactions’ to each other?
You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet!
Until next week, live long, prosper, and, if it applies, happy NaNoing, y’all!