Today is May 21, 2014.
Today’s math…”multiples of five”.
- 5+21-1= 25 sentences. (adding the digits of the date: month, and day, then subtracting one to keep a multiple of five. Or, 26 sentences was one too many!).
This month, I’m offering up a taste of myStory A Day May Challenge. I’m exploring my fanfiction concept for Star Trek: Enterprise, and the interspecies relationship betweenT’Pol and Trip, in a project tentatively titled The IDIC Romance.
This snippet is an extrapolation from the “jazz club” scenes in the episode “Fusion”. I’ve estimated that this exchange happened about 14 months before the first mission of Enterprise NX-01, the first Warp 5 starship. It occurs immediately on the heels of last week’s post, In The Beginning.
And now, let’s rejoinT’Pol, who had slipped out on her own (and against protocol) to explore the entertainments on a strange new world known as Earth...and followed compelling music into a restaurant…
A young man, the nucleus of a group of five humans, looked up as I entered, and something quivered from my fingertips, up my arms, through my entire body. I bit back a gasp that would have cut though the music.
Struggling to maintain my emotional control, I went to a table, and sat where I could see the musicians play their primal mating calls, and still observe the young human. He was watching me, too, in quick covert glances. The quivering intensified, becoming a buzzing, and I remembered T’Khut, red and full, filling the sky above me, the fruit ripe and heavy in my hands as I tipped it to my lips…
He held a small instrument to his mouth with both hands, weaving complementary notes into the chaotic music. One of the musicians gestured to him, in silent invitation, but he shook his head, and slipped the instrument into a pocket with a shrug.
“You should’ve gone up, Trip.” said a young woman who was pressed close to a man with a beard in the shade I believed humans called red; it reminded me of the floors in my mother’s home. “You’re good enough.”
“Ah, but he’s not nearly brave enough!” said another man, laughing.
“Just ’cause a fella’s kinda shy, you gotta question his courage,” he said, and, at the sound of his voice, the quivering buzz was back, the nectars so sweetly imagined upon my lips that I almost darted my tongue out to taste them. They blended – with the music, the awareness of him, the strange smells and sounds and sensations…
A question arose, powerful, surging with the music.
Was this my Awakening?
Could it happen here, on this alien world? Was I not meant to Awaken only to Koss, who would be my husband, when I returned home?
Was I instead Awakening to this human man, Trip – an alien about whom I knew nothing; nothing, except that his pull was more urgent than the music weaving him into my mind -?
I wanted to run, to pretend it was not happening – not this way, in this place, with this man.
But that was illogical. It was. I focused on breathing, until I could think.
I knew little more of Koss. That he was quiet, and attractive, and an architect.
That we had been Promised, and our minds joined in childbond, when we were seven years old.
Was I wrong to want more than that, from a pairbonding?
To want this human, whose blue eyes seemed to return, again and again, to focus on me?
Is this T’Pol’s Awakening? What is Awakening? And what about Koss? If you want more before next week, you can try the links below.
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 talons sheathed…for the most part.
I’ve got a special treat to share today – my current favorite T’Pol fan tribute, “Vulcan Rubdown.” A little risque, a little loud, and a whole lot funny! Grab your disinfectant gel, turn it down if you’re at work or in mixed company, and, well, rub away! ;D