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A Pet Name? The IDIC Romance on WIPpet Wednesday

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…

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?!)

Two Wednesdays back, Captain Archer ordered T’Pol to eat her plomeek broth like a good First Officer…. And then, for #8sunday, Trip uttered these momentous words: “You Missed My Boots.”

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…

…Touching and Touched…Our hands, July 4, 2010, in the car.

Standard-Issue Disclaimer:

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…

WIPpet Math:

Today is August 19, 2015.

I‘ve got 19 sentences todayone 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?

Will T’Pol?

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?

Looking for more WIPpet Snippets where no one’s in danger of getting icky stuff on their boots? You can find those, or add your own date-related excerpt, by following the little blue froggy from WIPpet to WIPpet to WIPpet!


I am myself. I own my life, and live with three other people who own theirs. My intention is to do only those things that bring me joy, and to give myself wholly to those things I do. Writing has been my passion throughout my life, and this will become the home for my writing life...because it brings me great joy!

17 thoughts on “A Pet Name? The IDIC Romance on WIPpet Wednesday

  1. Happy anniversary! 😀

    I’d say poor Jon, but that did kinda make him look like an arse–not that it looks like anyone else even noticed (small blessings, I guess *grins* ). And more particularly, poor T’Pol, and poor you for the inspiration for this scene! Being sick is awful. But Trip is definitely romantic. ANYONE who can deal with someone being sick so well and so kindly is damn near heroic!

    (When I was a lot younger for some reason Sunday mornings always made me ill. No idea why, it never had anything to do with what I’d eaten the day before, but come Sunday morning there’d I’d be in the bathroom… Also found out I was allergic to shrimp, gin and oysters by that same somewhat unexpected and very unpleasant reaction. Great way to ensure I’ll never touch them again…)

    1. Jon is being a bit of an arse here – and he’s not done. It’s going to be pretty obvious before too much longer, and, without giving too much away, I think I can say that someone is going to put him in his place, and let him know that there are things he ISN’T in command of, and his senior officers’ relationship happens to be one of them.

      Trip is a pretty heroic guy, and not just in big ways. And when it’s T’Pol who needs a hero…well, even when she’s puking, it’s his pleasure to take care of her. They’ve gone through a lot to get to the point where she can accept this so easily and publicly. He’s not going to let her down, now – and, honestly, he’s REALLY worried about her…

      Were you in school when you had your Sunday morning sickness? Did you enjoy it, or find it stressful? I’m wondering, because I recently read an article that suggested that there are many more mental health issues with children during the school year than during the off months…

      I could see Sunday morning as a signal that the weekend was over….

      Or I could be completely wrong (been known to happen!).

      I’ll have your share of the shrimp and oysters. please! Love them both.

      I’m not a big fan of alcohol. Don’t think I’ve ever had gin; also don’t think I’d enjoy it.

      My only allergy is to the adhesive in Band-Aids and their kin. And, on occasion, to bee stings, but not always, so maybe it has to o with the species.

      And agreed. Being sick is awful. For me, you, and poor T’Pol, who has a ways to go before she’ll feel anything like all right….

  2. Fun excerpt! I understand completely the way in which it’s romantic. 🙂

    Happy anniversary! We have one coming up here soon too, although we will probably be so exhausted from all the visits that we’ll have to put it off for a few days. *g*

  3. Happy Anniversary! May there be no vomiting during it. 😉

    Poor T’Pol. I try anything and everything to not throw up and I am one of the worst patients on the planet. I don’t take to coddling any more than I take to weakness — or what I perceive as weakness. So I can totally relate to T’Pol right now. And the ‘pet’ word. Hmmm… could just as easily have been a snarky insult. Given how she’s feeling.

    1. Well, it’s not so much that she was avoiding Phlox – they’re friends, after all – but more that she didn’t think she needed medical attention. OK, so she wasn’t eating, or sleeping, and she’d given up trying to meditate. But those are consistent with grief, in Vulcans, and she’s definitely grieving, at this point.

      If Trip wasn’t there with her – well, let’s just say that she’d likely be falling apart. At this point, he’s absolutely vital to her well-being.

      It’s going to take a demonstration of this fact, though, before Jon really starts to catch on…and, as you might guess, it’s going to get a lot messier than this…

  4. Awww. Poor Jon. He’s all, *I* want the pet name and sicky care duties. Hard not to notice pet names from Vulcans. 😛 And then his minor rank-pull victory goes flat when T’Pol throws up again. Stinks to be Jon.

    1. I’m thinking that by this point, it probably stinks to be anywhere in the vicinity of T’Pol and her digestive woes…but, yeah, Jon THINKS he wants the pet name and the caretaking duties –

      Except that he’s really got NO IDEA what that name means, and all that gos along with it…because it’s not really a pet name, but more of a title: a descriptor of a very intense connection.

      And, much as Jon thinks he wants a relationship with T’Pol that extends beyond friendship, the truth is that he doesn’t really have the energy, focus, or tolerance of all the ways in which she’s irrevocably different to take that step…

      And T’Pol was never an option. She came to Enterprise with a marriage obligation to fulfill, and a man named Trip, met by chance and her own daring, in her soul.

      But I do feel for Jon here. This story’s the one where he’s going to have to give up all those fantasies he’s entertained about his First Officer, and accept the reality that she really isn’t that into him, as it were.

      Needless to say, that isn’t going to be an easy of comfortable thing to do, and he’s not going to go down without a fight…

      I do see something for him, and someone, but that’s way off on the horizon – a tiny little speck of potential, at this point…

      Right now, he’s better off, maybe, focusing on being a starship Captain.

      1. Ah. Yes. It’s usually better to focus on what you’re supposed to be doing than who you’re doing it with when it comes to work. Not so much family and friends, but work duties need to be the priority when at work.

        I think it’s normal to pick out people you’re not truly compatible with to crush on. I’m not sure why, though. It doesn’t make any sense.

        1. Jon thinks he can read T’Pol a lot better than he actually can, and his own fantasies have gotten the better of him more than once…

          Shifting his focus just a little might be a good idea. But, with all this intentional not noticing he’s doing so that he won’t have to face the inevitable – T’Pol is not for him.

          Eventually, I think he’s going to realize that she and Trip make a lot more sense than she and he ever could…and he will be the friend he once was, to both of them, separately and together…

          1. His not noticing is definitely an irritant for T’Pol. There are times when she becomes irritated enough that she takes somewhat drastic measures to try to make the point…but, even then, it doesn’t quite work, until what’s heading their way here will make abundantly clear in a way that Jon HAS to notice…

            Of course, it will still be some time before he gets past the sting of what he sees as a rejection, and a betrayal by his right-hand woman and his best friend, but, eventually…

  5. When you need a doctor, you need a doctor, even if you’re too proud, in denial, or tough to admit it and take care of things yourself. I have a notoriously weak, sensitive stomach, and have vomited in front of other people more times than I care to recount. The most recent time I vomited was in my rabbi and rebbetzin’s downstairs ladies’ room, after an unexpected stomach ache, and I was mortified I didn’t get there in time! Some of it did land in the right place, but most of the rest didn’t. I cleaned up the floor and toilet with paper towels and later 409, after asking if it were okay to use that on the Sabbath.

    Perhaps because I have such a history with motion sickness and vomiting from other reasons, I have vomiting scenes in my books every so often. My favorites are when my spunky Belarusian character Inessa vomits on secondary antagonist Anastasiya in Anastasiya’s own bridal salon, when morning sickness strikes during a wedding dress fitting, and when my fiery, radical Katrin vomits onto primary antagonist Boris in his jewelry shop in Harlem, also because of morning sickness. Boris is still covered in mess when some creditors presently come in to speak with him about his accumulating financial problems, and he’s forced to do the preliminary cleanup himself after everyone leaves. He drives home wrapped in towels.

    1. I’m not liking this because of your poor sensitive stomach and the places it’s taken over, but for the way you’ve used that in your writing.

      I seldom vomited when I was pregnant, but I wished I could. Instead, I was basically nauseated all the time, and extremely sensitive to smells. I couldn’t drink coffee, or even smell it…and eating more than two bites of anything in the early weeks was out of the question. I was the dog’s very best friend, because he got what I couldn’t eat.

      This scene, though, was born last July, when I had food poisoning. I’ve never been sick like that, and I hope never to be again. I was wretched, and there was nothing at all left in me to vomit, because I wasn’t even able to keep a sip of water down. And yet, I was still sick every hour for the first day or so…it was brutal.

      T’Pol’s often very tough and independent, but she’s less likely to fight needing the doctor than the humans around her give her credit for. Maybe its because she’s stronger than them, and the idea of forcing her isn’t palatable.

      I love what happened to Boris in your story – it sounds like he roundly deserved what he got!

      I personally believe that stories are far more real if things like bodily functions aren’t always ignored. I mean, we don’t need to know about every burp, but bodies don’t always cooperate with us, and sometimes that takes precedence over everything else. Why wouldn’t it be the same for our characters, assuming they’re corporeal?

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