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OK, here’s the thing... I planned on sharing more from Foul Deeds Will Rise – but then, I realized that this is my anniversary week...and, while FDWR is a perfectly fine story, it’s…well, most of it isn’t very romantic.
Fortunately, I have another story – one with “romance” right in the title….and it has a Vulcan! =D
So, guess what? (C’mon, you don’t really need to guess at what’s coming, do you?!)
So, T’Pol’s not exactly at her best, just now. Thankfully, she’s got a protector who’s willing to take care of her – if the Captain will allow it, that is…
I don’t own Trip, T’Pol, or anything Star Trek. I also don’t want to make any money from them; I play with them for the sheer fun of it, and, well, because they keep putting these stories in my head…
Today is August 19, 2015.
I‘ve got 19 sentences today – one for each year of marriage to my Accomplice, and one for luck. Or, alternatively, one for each day of the date, but that’s less fun, no?
A Pet Name?
“I’m quite capable of standing, t’hy’la.” T’Pol unfolded, and Trip helped her back onto her feet with a shrug.
“Suit yourself.” Whatever that Vulcan word she’d called him was, he didn’t seem to mind.
Was it a pet name? From T’Pol?
It was getting harder and harder not to notice these little things – until T’Pol helped him by jacknifing, and letting go all over again.
Trip was right there, like he’d expected it, but this time he only supported her as she leaned against him. “Stubborn little pepperpot.” He stroked sweat-soaked bangs off her forehead, and Jon turned his head when Trip leaned in to brush his lips against the newly revealed skin, as though the engineer had forgotten anyone else was there. “No fever. That’s good – but I’m taking you to Sickbay, and I don’t care how much you argue about it. You need the doc, pepperpot.”
“Stand down, Captain Tucker.” Jon was rewarded by a blush the fair-skinned engineer couldn’t hide.
T’Pol retched and brought up another thin stream of nothing that looked like food, and Jon realized that, much as he hated it, Trip was right. T’Pol needed medical attention – maybe she’d needed it for days. And Trip seemed to be able to support her in ways Jon was pretty sure she wouldn’t accept from anyone else – certainly not from him.
“Uhh – sorry, sir – but – ah, hell, T’Pol – damned volcanoes on the Fire Plains haven’t got a thing on you -”
What’s making T’Pol sick?
What did she call Trip?
What does it mean?
Will Jon let Trip take her to Sickbay?
Is there anything left in her to bring up?
I’ll be posting the next ten lines from this scene for #8sunday, if you’d like to find out what’s next.
Okay, I’ll grant you that this isn’t the sexiest of romance scenes…but if I’ve learned anything in nearly eighteen years of marriage (and I’ve learned a great deal), it’s that the greatest expressions of love, the ones that can sustain a relationship, are often the ones that come in the less than wonderful times.
And, as we probably all know by now, Trip Tucker is a gentleman. And gentlemen take care of damsels in distress, even when the damsels have pointed ears and overly sensitive digestive tracts prone to spontaneous eruptions that still might douse their boots…
Could it be….true love?
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