Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday!
It’s the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday and 9:00 AM on Sunday. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their #8sunday posts.
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, A Pet Name? (add link)
T’Pol has reported for duty, in the aftermath of some undisclosed personal trauma she shares with Trip, but she’s clearly not up to par, and, when the Captain orders her to eat, she is unable to hold down even a tiny sip of plomeek broth. Trip’s trying to take care of her and get her to Sickbay – but will Captain Archer, dealing with a jealousy he doesn’t want to notice, allow that?
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…
How could I not write their stories?! I mean, just look at them – they’re adorable, and fascinating, and there’s all that lovely friction….
“You May Carry Me”
“All right. You’re both relieved of duty for the morning. Trip, get her to Phlox, and make sure she stays there until he’s got some answers.” Jon paused, expecting T’Pol to protest that she was fine and didn’t need help.
But all she did was lean into Trip. Her legs didn’t seem very steady at all, and Jon was kicking himself mentally- how could he have missed such a marked deterioration?
“It’ll take us all day to get down there, at this pace,” Trip said, gently but firmly. “Maybe we should call for a stretcher, if you won’t just let me carry you.”
“You may carry me.” T’Pol wrapped an arm around Trip’s neck as he gathered her up, and rested her head meekly on his chest, her eyes more closed than open.
Will T’Pol be all right?
Will Phlox be able to help her?
Will they make it to Sickbay without soiling Trip’s boots?
Will the Captain admit his jealousy, even to himself?
On a personal note, today is my eighteenth wedding anniversary, which is why I’m sharing from The IDIC Romance, rather than Foul Deeds Will Rise, which is not particularly romantic. FDWR will be back for next week’s WIPpet Wednesday and #8sunday posts, though, so, if you came here for Niaan and company, you’ve only got a few days left to wait.
As for Trip and T’Pol, TIR will make future appearances (thus far, there’s nearly 200K words in this project, so I’ve got LOTS to share!). I don’t know just when, right now, but they’ll be back…but for now, I’m off to make sure this is a welcoming home for my Accomplice to come home to.
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