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!
I was camping with my kids last weekend, and didn’t get around to visit everyone. I hope to make up for that this week!
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 least 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 third 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. Hopefully, you’ll see the passion as we go along!
How about a different view of Jolene Blalock -and a hint as to why poor Trip is so addled?
- Today is July 23, 2014.
- 23 sentences, for the day.
This snippet is told from Trip’s point of view and follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, “Little Miss Logical”. Trip and T’Pol are on Rigel 10, searching for the wounded Klingon who was abducted from Enterprise. T’Pol seems to think she’s in charge, and Trip is growing resentful, which doesn’t do anything to defuse his growing desire for his Vulcan companion, who seems utterly oblivious to his emotional turmoil…and then things start to get interesting.
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.
“Come on, Trip, get a grip – you’ve gotta stop staring at her and wondering about her mating protocols, as if she’s ever gonna share them with the likes of you.” It made me mad to think that just being human was enough, apparently, to eliminate me from her precious gene pool – nope, she obviously had no use for half-human, inferior offspring whose feeble minds weren’t up to playing with toys ‘more sophisticated than Enterprise’s sensors’.
Being mad at her was safer than wanting her. I didn’t need her bossing me around; I’d done pretty well for myself, and I’d never needed a Vulcan nursemaid, before now. I half-ran to catch up, dodging aliens of all shapes and size, and grabbed her shoulder, the way she had mine, trying to spin her around to face me. “Who the hell said you were in charge here?”
T’Pol slipped out from under my hand as though it was just so much more air, and kept walking without even bothering to look at me.
“I’ve had more than enough of your damned Vulcan superiority,” I snarled, and stomped off in the opposite direction, as if I had some idea where the hell I was going or what I was going to do to find a wounded Klingon.
“Commander.” Her voice was sharp as a gator’s teeth, snapping at my conscience. I kept on going – I’d be damned if I was going to let her know that she was getting to me. “Commander Tucker -”
“Shut up!” Yeah, real adult, Trip. Maybe she had a point with that ‘impulsive carnivores’ line of hers – I sure as hell wasn’t doing anything to prove her wrong.
It was closer to a yell than I’d ever heard from a Vulcan – and now it was Trip, not Commander Tucker.
I turned back to tell her not to bother calling me by my nickname, but T’Pol was facing off against three circling Suliban. Something slammed hard into my back, and I ducked and rolled instinctively, my weapon sailing away into the shadows as another Suliban jumped me.
I got in a couple of solid licks, but my fists bounced off him, like he was made of rubber instead of flesh. Before I could come up with a better plan, he leapt over my head and yanked my arms painfully behind me.
My captor wrenched me around to where more Suliban milled around a pivoting figure – T’Pol was tiny in the midst of them. I noticed that none of them seemed eager to get too close to her, though, and there were two more down on the ground, not moving. “Watch, puny Hu-man,” he hissed into my ear. “This Vulcan woman fights better than you!”
And let’s even things out with a Connor Trinneer interview…just in case you need to hear Trip’s voice in your head. Look for the on-set interview on the playlist.
Can T’Pol escape the Suliban? Will she try to rescue Trip? Why are the Suliban attacking them in the first place? How will this affect their mission? And will Trip ever get the chance to satisfy his curiosity about Vulcan mating protocols?
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.
And, because I love it, and because it’s got bits of Rigel 10 in the beginning, and hints of things yet to come…