Okay, here’s the deal…it’s the last day of Story a Day September. I’ve written a story a day all month, but haven’t been able to get them all revised and posted….besides, they’re awaiting a good home on a fan fiction site possibly yet to be determined…so, since I’ve got readers clamoring for more, and I’m going to need more time to give you all the hundreds of thousands of words I’ve written for Trip and T’Pol (no, I’m not even close to kidding about that – kidding is illogical)…
Here’s my September 30 story, lightly edited, thorns and all.
Warning! Definite spoilers for end of Season 4 episodes – “Bound”, “Demons”, and “Terra Prime”. I’ll come back and add links later – in a bit of a hurry now.
As always, I don’t own them, and I’m not taking money.
The Story a Day prompt was a brief paragraph:
Jeff was walking to the parking garage after work when he comes upon a flower stand full of beautiful roses. Jeff decides to buy a dozen roses for his lover.
I went more with the premise than the exact prompt, so that it would fit my fan fiction universe.
All These Thorns
Trip was coming out of the hydroponics gardens, his arms full of treasures, when he damned near ran into the Cap’n.
“Damn, damn, damn!”
“Trip?” Jon peered through the mass of petals, leaves, and thorns. Damn, don’t let him make the color association, and guess the reason.
“Such silent pleas are illogical, t’hy’la. I believe you need what is commonly referred to as a ‘cover story’, “
Damn again. Having her in his head this way made it all but impossible to surprise her.
“Would you like me to leave?” The forlorness of her voice was punctured by the thorn in his side – or, rather, in front of him.
“Trip?” Jon’s voice was sharper this time, tinged with worry, and, damn it all to hell, suspicion, too.
“Yeah, it’s me,” he said to the Cap’n, before he could get more agitated, maybe order him to stay put. “Never and always touching and touched,” he whispered into her mind – or, at least, he hoped he had, or that she could pick it up. She was a hell of a lot better at this whole bond thing; even if she hadn’t known what she was doing when she did it, it was natural for her in a way it never would be for him.
“Are you planning on starting a flower shop?”
The not-quite lie popped into his mind as if by Vulcan magic…well, to be fair, she’d had a lot more practice with this type of thing, too….parsing words was second nature to her. “I wanted to give her roses – something beautiful, because a little girl should have that – and there was so little – “ Yeah, almost a lie, but not by a long shot, really. It broke open the pain, so that he could feel all these thorns tearing at him – at her, too. Damn, he needed to get back to her, but crying in the corridor with a double armful of fuschia roses wasn’t going to help him do that. “Sorry, Cap’n….didn’t mean to – “
“Hell, Trip – don’t apologize. I’m sorry – sorry about this whole damned mess. Paxton – he took your genetic material off my ship, used it to create a child, never asked either of you or even told you – used her – “
“I know all that.” Please, don’t let him go into a speech now – but,again, she fed him the seed of an idea, and it was true enough that he ran with it. “Listen, Jon – I’m kinda in a hurry. Promised T’Pol I wouldn’t be gone too long – “
“How is she? I tried to stop by earlier, to check on her, but she didn’t answer -”
“She’s planetside, Cap’n. Needed to be somewhere she couldn’t feel all this attention – you know how she is -”
“Trip – you didn’t leave her all alone down there?”
“No. Of course I didn’t!” Damn, the being parted was hard; he hadn’t meant to get mad. “Hoshi and Phlox are with her, and my parents. At the Vulcan Consulate, where she’s not forced to deal with way too many human emotions, all at once, in a small space.” It wasn’t by coincidence that humans weren’t welcome at the Consulate except by express permission, or that Trip didn’t tell Jon what their plans were for the hours until the memorial tomorrow evening….”Listen, Jon – I really did promise her I’d hurry. This thing – no one else can really understand…not the way I do – we’re her parents -”
Well, that did it. Trip Tucker, Chief Engineer of Enterprise, stood in the corridor outside Hydroponics and bawled like he was the baby.