I still have one more rough draft I want to complete this year, so I’m offering you a streaam-of-consciousness bit of Perchance to Dream. I’ve shared another bit or two from this story in previous SoCS posts here, and here.
We’re getting close to the end, here, so there may not be any more of this draft shared – by next Saturday, I hope to be finished, and the chance of spoilers is getting larger…
So, here we are, with a young dreaming Vulcan, and danger, and questions about what he’s consumed, and whether it will consume him…
Disclaimer: Spock, T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful even when I’m not logical!
But into the dreams came those who would Hunt him. There was T’Pol, his t’hy’la, whose flames scorched and consumed. The Burning One would use him to reach her first bondmate, claim his body for her purposes.
“You told me that you would be T’Lys, for me, if I would be Trip for you, t’hy’la!” Was that his own voice that quavered into a register higher than it had in years, now? Was it he who shook so?
“I wanted it to be so…” She shook her head, and there was guilt and sorrow in her mind, and writ clear upon her face. “I’ve hurt you; I didn’t want that. I wanted to be your answer, as you’ve been mine.” There was something – a shadow, a shifting, and that same face, and her body, battered, eyes no longer focused on him, but closed, their lids swollen, discolored….broken -she was broken…..
“Was it me? T’hy’la – did I do this thing to you?”
“No, not you, son. This happened after you left- “
“Left? What do you mean, left? Trip, I have slept; Phlox says that my needs have been met, for now.” There was a fragile beauty to her, even with her swollen face, her broken body. “You said you would tell me when I’d met those conditions. Tell me now. Spock is gone?”
“You used me only for your own consumption! Would you have me stay, until I was used up, and there was nothing remaining to me? T’hy’la and Kiral have I named thee, but thee – thee wants only him -only this long-dead human you will not release!” Why was he so shaken, so angry? He had held this katra; and he had shared in her mind. She Burned; she could not be other than what she was, who she was.
What logic was there, in blaming a Burning One? Surely, she would be only as she was, and nothing other.
“What of your consumption, son?” The human had a gentle voice, a soothing manner. “No, what she did – it wasn’t OK, and you got hurt. I stopped her, as soon as I could – but you can’t expect logic of a Burning One, and you, of all people, should know the need for something you can’t have – weren’t you trying to use her the same way? Weren’t you angry only because, once the fires rose up and consumed her, she couldn’t see you or help you? So tell me, Spock – what are you consuming, to try to touch your Huntress?”
Spock wanted to hide, now, and started to back away. “I claim this as my own, and I will have privacy in it.”
But T’Pol, even broken, even with what she had done to him, pried open her eyes – only a thin slice of the muted greengold showed, but enough. “Oh, young one -what is this thing I have given to you? I fear that what you think to consume, in order to feel her, will instead consume you.”
Enjoy stream-of consciousness writing? Anyone can play, so long as they are willing to follow a few simple rules. See you next week, for another live-streaming look into the lovely chaos in my mind! =)