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’s hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!
I’m sharing the penultimate snippet from “Tigress T’Pol”, a locked-room story from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge project. This is a Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip.
Convoluted WIPpet Math So That I Get My Way:
- Today is January 21, 2015.
- Math: All digits played with this way: 1 + 2 + 1= 4; 4 x 2+ 0 =8; 1+5=6: 4+6 =10: 8+10= 18; 18-10=8….I know I could have done that in a far simpler way, but I’m way overtired, and I like playing number games from time to time.
- You get 8 short paragraphs today – and this is almost it, so I hope you enjoy!
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.
In February, I’ll be returning to Chameleon’s Dish (which may or may not become Never Doubt I Love) – to reconnect with Henry, Tisira, and Nockatee…I’ve been revising this month, and I’ve discovered how much I’ve missed this unique ‘threesome’…
But for now, there’s a Vulcan and a human locked in a cell… Trip was maybe about to learn what T’Pol‘s ‘extenuating circumstances’ were when those ears of hers picked up on something he couldn’t hear… today, we learn what T’Pol hears, and talk a bit about ears, too…
We’ll have some of this….because you KNOW this little cell interlude isn’t going to ease all the tension between these two!
Another few seconds that seemed to stretch out almost forever, until T’Pol said quietly, “There are four people approaching. I believe that two of them are Captain Archer and Ensign Sato, and that they, too, have been taken captivee. Their footsteps sound -” I could feel her frowning, trying to find a word that fit. “Reluctant – as though they are being forced.”
I kept my voice down, so I wouldn’t distract her too much. “I can’t hear anything. How far away are they? Can those pretty ears of yours tell that?”
“Two levels, perhaps three. It’s hard to be certain at this distance.” She half-turned back to me. “Commander Tucker – about my ears – “
I gave her the best innocent look I could muster – hadn’t ever fooled my mama, but T’Pol wasn’t Katherine Tucker, or even human. “Yes, Subcommander T’Pol?”
Her face softened, a little. “While I find your – fascination – with my auditory organs agreeable, in private, I request that you refrain from referencing it in the presence of the remainder of the crew. It’s a matter of – “
“Protocol. I know. And I’ll try to make it look like I’m still ticked off that you’re here, and that I haven’t gotten past the fact that your’e a Vulcan long enough to see that you’re a helluva sexy woman, and that you didn’t straddle me and damn near strip me, and that I have no idea at all how damned good you feel in my arms, not to mention the way you taste, and -“
“Trip.” She turned back to me, and there was something like fear in her eyes. She must’ve been scared, because the next thing she said was pure human. “Please.”
“Sorry,” I told her, and meant it. “I’ll behave.” At least, I would damned well try.
Can Trip behave? And are they headed for salvation, or deeper trouble? Is there ever going to be a bed and a door in their future?!
Come back next week to find out more!
And eventually, THIS!
Yes, I’ve counted..applying decontamination gel to Trip’s right shoulder five times isn’t exactly, well, logical…and that’s before the ear joke…but after Trip’s eyes and fingers head south, and other parts head – ahem, further north…