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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…
This ten-sentence snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Shared and Unspoken.
“We’re Not Ready”
“We’re not ready to talk about it, yet, Cap’n.”
Trip’s voice was ragged with the tears that brimmed his eyes, and he was as close to T’Pol now as he’d been that day, on the shuttle. T’Pol’s eyes had been wide and frightened then, and Trip had stayed glued to her, wrapped his arm around her, kissed the top of her head while she sang a human lullaby, his eyes daring anyone to tell her to stop.
“Neither a leave nor medication will erase what has happened,” T’Pol said, and, although she wasn’t near tears, her voice had that strained quality she got when her emotions were threatening to break her hold on them. She leaned back very slightly, and Trip pressed his fingers into her back until she let out a long, soft sigh. “Therefore, logically, I’ll tend to my duty.”
Something about it – the casual ‘we’, the way Trip seemed to know just when and how to touch her, the way she allowed it, even seemed comforted by it- felt deeply intimate, as though there were layers here that Jon didn’t understand, and maybe should. But how could he? Vulcans weren’t humans; T’Pol was entitled to her own brand of grief. And all the better, if she’d let Trip support her even a little – helping people was just his nature, and had been as long as Jon had known him.
What aren’t Trip and T’Pol ready to talk about?
When did they become a ‘we’?
Does Jon really want to know what’s going on between them?
Has Trip given up on getting T’Pol to sit down?
This excerpt comes from the discarded stories file of The IDIC Romance, my Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction series, which chronicles the canon inter-species relationship between Chief Engineer Commander Charles “Trip” Tucker III and Commander T’Pol, the Vulcan scientist and First Officer. The timeframe is somewhere early in the six-year gap between the events of S4E21: “Terra Prime” and S4E22: “These Are the Voyages” (I have an explanation brewing for that disaster of a finale that will allow this to be canon, but I haven’t written it yet…).
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…but, starting next week, I’ll be posting….something different.
If you’re a fan of my favorite Vulcan, and the human who loves her, though, don’t worry. They have this way of worming themselves into my head no matter what else I’m working on, and it’s just not a good idea to deny them for long – T’Pol has a temper, after all, and she might get….agitated.