Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday…
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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.
For me 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 is rated PG-13 for suggestiveness, allusions to alcohol use, and language.
The first sober morning after days of being falling-down drunk is never easy – and it’s even trickier when you wake up naked, and in, shall we say, an extremely compromising position, in the Vulcan first officer’s bed… and she seems to have no clue why you’re apologizing to her…
I’m offering ten sentences today, because the new rules let me, and because it makes the passage so much better! =D
“You Were Awake?!”
“Mind if I don’t look at you? My head feels like it’s about to fall off, and I – I just can’t, after I woke you up that way- hey, what the hell is that?”
“Inaprovaline, for the pain. Anti-nausea medication. A broad spectrum vitamin supplement designed to replenish what you’ve depleted, over the last few days. Commander – Trip – I wasn’t asleep.”
“You weren’t asleep?! You mean you were awake?! For – for that?!”
What will T’Pol answer? Will Trip understand, or make her understand why he’s so sorry? Will he be able to look at her, ever again? Will the medications help? Will Trip forgive himself? And maybe most importantly – where are his clothes, anyway?
For those who really want to know, here’s the “Stuck in Space” arc:
- Sticking Point: An “I’m-Not-Drunk” Chief Engineer falls messily at the booted feet of Miss Points’N’Logic…
- “My Flame, My Nectar”: T’Pol’s emotional turmoil is superceded by an engineer in need.
- Pillow Talk?: The rest of this story…
Beginning next week, I’m letting these two have some privacy to -ahem – work things out, if they can. I’ll be offering excerpts from Generations, the second novel in my Kifo Island Chronicles near-future fantasy series.
If you’re a fan of Trip and T’Pol, though – don’t worry. They have plenty left to say, and neither one is known for being especially willing to take no for an answer, so I’m sure they’ll have more to share…eventually…after Trip finds his clothes…or decides they’re just not that important…