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!
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.
Story a Day is just that- a story every day in May. To make the challenge more interesting, 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 eighth 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.
- Today is August 27, 2014.
- 28 sentences, because they fit, and I like you. =)
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.
The beginning of this fan video has clips from Rigel 10, right before Trip and T’Pol land in that cell, and T’Pol slamming Trip into a shower wall, and lots of other tidbits that aren’t too spoilery – with a song that seem very apt for these two intrepid but flummoxed explorers! (Bits from all seasons, beginning with “Broken Bow”, Season 1).
I lifted my arms halfway, offering her the chance to come back, and hoping like hell that she would. “Hey, I don’t remember complaining. Feel free to have all the lapses of control you want, with me, if they’re all like that.” I just knew I was grinning like a fool – whatever that plasma-fire thing was, it beat just kissing all to hell, and I wanted more of it.
I was willing to bet that T’Pol did, too – but she backed away the five steps or so to the other corner, watching me the whole time, as though maybe she thought I couldn’t control myself. I bit my tongue hard enough to get my mind off other parts of me and wondered what the hell I was supposed to do now. Far as I knew, Starfleet didn’t have any protocols for how to handle the aftermath of a scorching kiss with a sexy Vulcan scientist. And then I remembered my wiseass comment about her not warning us about drinking the water, and that she’d cautioned us against ‘intimate contact’ in that neutral voice of hers, and I started to laugh at the absurdity of the mess we were in.
“Trip -” T’Pol cut herself off, like maybe she didn’t know what she wanted to say. Was she as confused as I was? She was still watching me while not quite making eye contact. I wiped my mouth to stop my laughter, still tasting and smelling her – damn, she’d felt so good, so right, pressed up against me, forgetting herself…wrong direction, Tucker, and the lady’s waiting for you to answer…
For a few breaths, she only stood with her back pressed into the corner, as though maybe she needed the support, and I thought again about that blow to the head she’d taken, and started to feel like maybe I’d taken advantage of her. When she finally spoke again, her voice was little more than a whisper. “On the night we first – encountered – one another, I left the compound without authorization. It was a serious breach of protocol.” Something in her manner said that breaches of protocol were dangerous stuff, at the Vulcan consulate.
“You mean, they just expect you to stay inside, and you’d be in trouble for sitting in a jazz club for – what was it, like ten minutes?” I acted like I didn’t know exactly how long she’d been there – twelve minute, sixteen seconds.
“I had no business to attend to outside of the consulate, and we were -strongly encouraged – to avoid unnecessary contact with humans. I acted – impulsively.”
“We never touched or even said a word to each other.” I didn’t mention all the things I’d imagined doing with her, while I was trying to pretend I wasn’t watching her.
“That’s no longer true.” Her voice was flat, but she finally looked into my eyes, as though she understood the tangle of desire, humor, and awkwardness better than I ever would’ve thought a Vulcan could. “Trip, I, too, was warned against intimate contact with alien species.”
What’s next for our slightly naughty but highly entertaining pair? Will they throw caution and protocol to the wind? Will they be found out? Will they rot in that cell?!
Hopefully, this video, out of context, isn’t too spoilery…but it does really show the interplay between these two…and this time, Trip has the upper – uh, lips? =) (From “Bound”, Season 4)
You guessed it – you can watch the episode, click the links below, or come back next week for the conclusion of this 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. ;)
Let’s just say that smoking, time travel, this guy, and possibly other things, make T’Pol powerfully cranky….and leave it at that, for now. (From “Carpenter Street”, Season 3).