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! She’s our fearless shepherd…or something like that, anyway…
I’m still planning to share from Foul Deeds Will Rise, the latest in my Trueborn Weft fantasy series – it’s been quite a while since I’ve shared from that. But I’m not quite done plotting it yet, so no new words. And today, there’s a birthday in the house, so I’ll be otherwise engaged for a good chunk of the day, as I focus on bringing the sparkle to her bright one-year-older eyes…
I expect to be drafting like a madwoman by the weekend! But, for now…Trip and T’Pol! Because you knew they couldn’t stay quiet for long, right…?
This snippet comes from The IDIC Romance’s discarded stories file. The timeframe is shortly after (a few weeks, maybe) the events of S4E21: “Terra Prime”. After playing with this excerpt, I’ve decided to pull it out of the discards, and eventually build the bridge between this story, and Not Jealousy, written for Story A Day May 2015, I have an arc building, so there may be much more in the future…
The Situation (in the Situation Room…)
Captain Archer has come from his Ready Room just in time to catch his second and third in command in a standoff – over sitting down.
He listens long enough to hear Trip rattle off a laundry list of worrisome facts of T’Pol’s life- she’s not eating, sleeping, or meditating. Her response that she’s fine is clearly not true; she’s leaning on the Situation Table, Jon steps into the room in the hope of defusing the situation in the Situation Room – and that’s where we pick up, today.
And, as always….
Trip, T’Pol, Captain Archer, and Star Trek: Enterprise are not mine. I write their stories because they insist on it, and I accept no monetary compensation for sharing them.
Today is July 8, 2015.
Date, age of birthday girl, with one to grow on, for 20 sentences.
Shared and Unspoken
“Scuse me, Cap’n.” Trip brushed past Jon, his jaw clenched and his blue eyes snapping like cracking ice as he confronted the Vulcan woman. Once, that would’ve gotten T’Pol’s hackles up, for sure, even if she pretended it didn’t – Jon had been a little slow in picking up on her temper, but Trip was better at setting her off than anyone else. “How is it even a little logical for you to pull that old ‘I’m fine’ act, when I’ve just given you three damned proofs that you’re anything but, and we both know that the list just goes on from there?”
Jon had figured out, a while back, that T’Pol liked matching wits with Trip as much as Trip liked butting heads with her – and, if he just stayed out of their way, they were both more efficient when they were trying to outdo one another.
Now, though, the First Officer didn’t say a word, just sagged against the table and stared dully at her would-be combatant.
Her lack of response deflated the Chief Engineer, and Trip softened. “Listen, T’Pol- I’m worried about you, OK? If anything happens to you, after- ”
Jon stayed put, and focused on not noticing the way Trip’s hand reached out, brushing two fingertips against the back of T’Pol’s hand, then touched the little white gold ring on the fourth finger of her left hand. And he certainly didn’t notice the way T’Pol’s breath released in a soft sigh, and her delicate perfume got stronger, as she finally looked up – right at him.
“I’m sorry, Captain – I was – distracted -”
“I’m more concerned with whether you’re OK.” Trip took advantage of the moment, and edged around the table until he was more or less behind her, frowning, like he half-expected her to collapse, and he wanted to be close enough to catch her when she did.
“I’m tired,” T’Pol said, and went back to staring at the screen in front of her. “As Commander Tucker pointed out, I have been experiencing certain – difficulties – of late -”
“I don’t mind if you sit down – or maybe you should take a few days off, and go see Phlox. After everything that’s happened – ”
“Please don’t.” Two shaken voices, together, bound by shared and unspoken pain.