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 final 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.
WIPpet Non- Math Math:
- Today is January 28, 2015.
- Non-Math: It’s the last January WIPpet, and the last snippet from this story. So there you have it.
- You get 7 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… and footsteps are coming closer….so what will they do?
“That would be – most appreciated.” Damn – a please and a thank you – from a Vulcan. Not just any Vulcan, though – T’Pol, the one who’d twisted me up in knots a year ago, and tightened them in this little cell, making it our own private little paradise. How I was gonna keep from shouting that from the top of that beautiful Warp Five engine of mine, I wasn’t sure – but I would. I’d pretend I hated her in public, if it meant I got another chance to be alone with her, a bed, and a door.
“One level. Someone moving on this level, as well, approximately fifty meters ahead and to port. A female, obviously trying to remain undetected.” I didn’t ask how she knew, or if she was sure, because now I could hear the faint sound of feet above, descending the steps haltingly. “Commander, if you have the opportunity to escape -“
“And leave you here? No way, T’Pol -“
“That’s illogical. I’m well able to take care of myself.”
“And I’m not?” I tried to ignore the fact that that Suliban – only one, dammit – had taken me out almost before I knew what was happening, while it had taken five -and a gun butt – to stop her.
“Someone needs to alert Enterprise to our situation, Trip. I will be able to protect the Captain and Ensign Sato, without need of a sidearm. Can you?” The feet got louder; we were running out of time. I wanted to argue, but she had a point. Didn’t mean I had to like it, though.
“If that’s the way you wanna play it,” I muttered, as the footsteps got really close, and I felt T’Pol setting herself, just like I was…
No, it won’t help to look behind the computer – there’s no more! Can you believe I just ended that on a cliffhanger?! Do you wonder what happens next? Well, you’ve got options. You can watch Broken Bow, and see how TnT get outta that cell, and what comes next. Or, if that’s not your cuppa tea, stay tuned – I’ll be sharing this story, extended, on a fan fiction site TBD, later in the year.
You can also come looking for me, but I’ll warn you – if you break my fingers, I won’t be able to type!
Why not just come back next week to go time traveling with me, instead?
And here, as a peace offering, is an “Unexpected” deleted scene, where T’Pol rather illogically needles a vulnerable Trip! Now that’s entertainment!