It’s the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday 05/30/15 and 9:00 AM on Sunday 05/31/15. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their #8sunday posts.
It’s a second chance to share a small snippet of my current writing. Most weeks, I tie them back to my WIPpet Wednesday post, so reading both can give a deeper peek…
- Trip, T’Pol, and Star Trek: Enterprise belong to Paramount, even if Paramount has forgotten all about them. They insist they have more stories, and that I tell them…
- This is an extrapolated “missing scene” story, detailing some of what might have happened during the months’ long and scarcely shown return to Earth in S2E26 “The Expanse”. Spoilers for that episode.
This snippet follows several paragraphs after last week’s WIPpet Wednesday post, Broken As I Once Was. Attempting to deal with her own pain and guilt, T’Pol is confronted by an inebriated Chief Engineer whose need for solace is even greater than her own.
I’m offering ten sentences today, because the new rules let me! =D
“You wanna help me?” The pain, and the hope, tangling together. Such a human response. So very like him to feel so much, so fully.
I kneel in the puddle of his vomit, but I don’t allow it to affect me. I am unable to exercise the same control over my hand – it hovers above his shoulder, fingers trembling with the need to touch him.
“Yes, Trip. I want to help.” I need to help. If he will only allow it.
Will Trip allow it? Will T’Pol resist the urge to touch? Why is she resisting it, to begin with? Can she find a way to help him?
For those who don’t want to wait for the next installment, here’s the current “Stuck in Space” arc:
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