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…
Last Wednesday, July 29, was my birthday, but today is the date my birth was predicted to happen. Perhaps there’s a little bit of irony in the fact that I’m typing this at 7:10pm on Wednesday, when I hoped to write it yesterday, at the latest…but I was born a week early.
So, as a bit of a ‘I was supposed to be born on this date’ gift – another week of Trip, T’Pol, and the standoff about sitting down…
Intransigence in Action….
Today is August 5, 2015.
I‘ve got five sentences today.
Before you read on, a disclaimer:
I don’t own Star Trek (I’m really not sure anyone truly can, at this point, despite what legal documents may say), and I have no intention to attempt to make any money off my favorite Vulcan and the brave human who dares to love her. It’s just that they keep dragging me into their lives, and they’re both rather intransigent about it…
For those keeping track, this story comes from my discards from last year; in its original form, it was backstory and development for this poem. I brought it out of the trash bin a few weeks back, and y I’m revising piecemeal as I go.
For those just joining in, here’s the deal – Captain Jonathan Archer approaches the Situation Room, and hears Trip and T’Pol having a standoff about sitting. Jon somewhat intentionally doesn’t notice all the little intimacies between his second and third in command, but he does notice that T’Pol seems exhausted – too exhausted even to butt heads with her favorite human sparring partner. Trip’s giving her some kind of massage, and, very unexpectedly, T’Pol seems to find comfort and solace in the contact, even in public, and on duty. Hoshi arrives with the plomeek soup Trip ordered for T’Pol, and Trip finally gets T’Pol to sit down by more or less putting her in the chair.
We pick up after Trip’s last line:
“Now, with the Cap’n’s permission, you’re going to have some breakfast before you fade away into nothing.”
“Eat up, T’Pol,” Jon said, and gestured to Hoshi to give her the cup of broth with its specially designed Vulcan spoon.
“Please, Captain. I’m not hungry.” T’Pol eyed the cup as though she thought her breakfast might leap out of it and attack her.
“That’s an order, Commander T’Pol.”
Trip swallowed hard, almost gulping, and Jon pretended not to hear his whispered, “Oh, damn, pepperpot – I’m so sorry.”
Why is Trip so sorry?
Will T’Pol eat?
Will the Captain insist, if she still resists?
Will her breakfast attack, or behave itself?
I’ll be posting the next few lines from this scene for #8sunday, if you’d like to learn more…(I know, I said that last week, too, and then I didn’t, because Camping. This week’s going to be different, though…).
Looking for WIPpet Snippets where people notice things, and no one’s being ordered to eat Vulcan soup?
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Maybe T’Pol’s drunk? (Well, maybe not…)