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She Was Trip’s Wife: The IDIC Romance Advent Calendar New Year’s Bonus

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My Advent calendar project is officially over, now.  It feels strange not to be putting together  story post, but life does move on. As we move into 2016, I wish you and yours a new year filled with all the things that delight. I hope that The IDIC Romance was maybe a tiny spark of pleasure in your 2015, because I had a tremendous amount of joy in writing it!

Today, to welcome in the new year, I bring you a little Advent bonus: three more paragraphs of Jailbreaks, courtesy of Erin Zarro, and Fallon Brown, our resident supernova of comments and encouragementand one more, just from me, because I appreciate every visit, every like, and every comment. Happy New Year!

OK, briefing time:

  • Spoiler zone ahead! Don’t read this post if you don’t want series spoilers, or even spoilers for other parts of The IDIC Romance, because things will be revealed, and I don’t like spoiling…I’d much rather delight.

  • The base art for the calendar elements of this post was created by Annalise S. Burton, and is used with permission and compensation.

  • I don’t own Trip, T’Pol, or the franchise that conceived them. These stories are offered as a gift, without expectation for any financial gain. Of course, comments, rhapsodizing ramblings, and honest feedback of all kinds are always welcome!

And now, context: Captain Archer has invited Trip and T’Pol, freshly escaped from yet another close scrape, to dinner in his Mess. They’re more than a little lost in each other, and Jon’s trying to deal with his own embarrassment and lingering jealousy….and then T’Pol kissed Trip, and he thought that maybe they’d forgotten him altogether…

She Was Trip’s Wife

When they surfaced, Trip got even pinker – he clearly had forgotten – but T’Pol looked radiantly alive. She was aglow in that way only pregnant women seemed to have, and her hand brought Trip’s down to the rounding swell of her belly. The wispy curls she’d kept after their leave in the Everglades framed her face and accentuated her graceful ears. She was beautiful – and she was Trip’s wife, and the mother of his unborn child. To distract himself, Jon asked, “You mean there was something between the two of you– way back there on Rigel? When you were supposed to be extending her every courtesy, Trip?”

Trip groaned, but T’Pol’s chin came up, and her eyes glinted. “Trip comported himself as a gentleman at all times, Captain, even when I was very clear that I would mate with him. Our attraction to one another predates my arrival on Enterprise by over 14 months.” She turned to Trip, and her trembling fingers paired and stroked his face in a gesture that Jon found unbearably provocative for reasons he didn’t understand. Trip turned his head to catch those fingers with his lips, and T’Pol made a soft sound before she added, a little breathlessly, “We didn’t speak – but then, there was no need, was there, t’hy’la?”

Trip was almost bright red now, and Jon started to get the idea that there was a lot more to this story than he knew. But Trip wasn’t going to talk, and T’Pol – well, since her pon farr, and getting pregnant, she seemed more reckless, and a hell of a lot more demonstrative; now, she was playing with Trip’s ear and biting her lower lip softly. Jon thought about what she’d said – about fourteen months before she came to Enterprise…and he had a sudden flash of the day he’d given Trip the news that he was going to be Chief Engineer on the first Warp Five engine. His friend had been sleepless and disheveled, and full of talk about – “Trip – are you telling me – or not telling me – that your jazz club mystery woman was T’Pol?!” The look on Trip’s face was answer enough. “Why the hell is this the first I’m hearing about this, when the two of you have been working together on this ship for nearly five years?”

Is T’Pol really Trip’s mystery woman?

If she was, what happened at that first meeting?

Why didn’t they ever tell Jon about it?

What’s next?

As for what’s next, well, you’ll have to wait until I write that part of the story. As for the initial meeting – well, I’m currently revising the story of that night, so, within the next month or two, there might be an announcement about where and when you can find it in its entirety…

If you’re impatient for more, and you’d like to read the story in advance, drop me a line, and I’ll send you a copy for beta reading. You could help shape the final version of the story! =)

And, remember, I’ll be sharing more paragraphs of the final two IDIC Advent stories – Animals and A Kiss at Midnight, on January 2, 2016.

How many paragraphs?

Well, the more comments the stories get, the more paragraphs you get! =D

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A Kiss at Midnight: The IDIC Romance Advent Calendar

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Here we are, at the very last tab on this little Advent calendar of mine! As we bid adieu to 2015 (it’s quarter after 6pm here, as I type this), I hope that yours was filled with love, laughter, sharing, and so much joy that it flows out from you and embraces others. I hope that The IDIC Romance was maybe a tiny spark of that joy for you, because it certainly has been for me! Over the last few days, T’Pol’s been in my head almost constantly, and she’s been sharing more pieces of her life, demanding that I tell those stories, too…

Which means that she and Trip are likely to be a big part of my joy, in the year to come.

I’m okay with that! =)

Today, I offer you one last rough and imperfect little stone; a continuation, of sorts, on a theme, to carry you forward into a joyous 2016!

And, at midnight, you’ll find three more paragraphs of Jailbreaks, courtesy of Erin Zarro, and Fallon Brown, our resident supernovae of comments and encouragementand one more, just from me, because I appreciate every visit, every like, and every comment. Happy New Year!

Enterprise Advent 31

OK, briefing time:

  • Spoiler zone ahead! Don’t read these posts if you don’t want series spoilers, or even spoilers for other parts of The IDIC Romance, because things will be revealed, and I don’t like spoiling…I’d much rather delight.

  • The base art for the calendar elements of this post was created by Annalise S. Burton, and is used with permission and compensation.

  • I don’t own Trip, T’Pol, or the franchise that conceived them. These stories are offered as a gift, without expectation for any financial gain. Of course, comments, rhapsodizing ramblings, and honest feedback of all kinds are always welcome!

And now, to the calendar…..we lift the tab… and find… a recovery centered in dance, and communion, and fire…and that all important midnight kiss.

Warning: This is a PG-13 post with sexual themes. Proceed at your own discretion.

Advent Kiss

They lived, and remembered, and that was enough to build upon. They danced, and T’Pol’s desire grew, feeling strange after the long vacuum of its absence. She’d wanted nothing, for so long –

“It’s almost midnight,” Hoshi said, softly enough that only T’Pol would hear.

T’Pol stopped dancing; Trip was a step behind, and almost made a prediction of his chosen name. She brushed paired fingers over his cheek, to reassure him that she was well – or well enough. Then she found Jonathan Archer, alone and watching. “We would like to return to Enterprise, Captain.

“You sure you’re ready, pepperpot?”

“Midnight,” came Hoshi’s soft cue, and T’Pol stood on her toes, twisting, and claimed Trip’s lips. She’d intended only a soft caress, but hunger jolted into her bloodstream, and he felt it, and his eyes caught the firelight, like they had the first night they’d mated, when she’d made him her bondmate without knowing what she’d done –

By the time she could release him, they were both breathing in sharp little pants. T’Pol wanted more, wanted to feel him moving within her, with a force that brought a potent pheremone release.

“She’s sure,” Trip said, and his focus stayed on her. “But we, uh – well, that is -”

Odd, this reticence, in a species that devoted so much of its awareness to matters of sexual gratification. Illogical – and human. “It has been too long since we mated,” she clarified, and was aware, as she tugged Trip to the place Hoshi and Phlox had prepared for them, in case she had need of privacy, that a wave of shocked silence was giving way to laughter.

It was some time before there was any further need for words. T’Pol lay with her head on Trip’s chest, aware that the bonfire went on without them, as once the life of the ship had gone on outside their quarters…

Trip’s finger traced her ear, and she shivered into the touch. “Not that I’m complaining in the least, pepperpot – but, are you OK? You feel – different, and that was quite a brazen performance, for someone as private as you are.”

“It was you who told me of the human tradition of bestowing a kiss at midnight of the new year, Trip. I wished only to honor it, and you. However, it has been too long since we mate- made love.”

“It was a helluva dry spell, I’ll give you that. But I totally lost track of time – how’d you know it was New Year’s Eve?”

“In your parlance, Trip, it could perhaps be said that ‘a little Kiral told me’.”

“Then I’ll have to thank her -” Trip’s fingers danced along her neck, and T’Pol trembled with new wanting.

“Later,” she said, and gave herself to life, and her bondmate.

Is T’Pol really doing better?

What is it she’s recovering from?

Will they return to Enterprise?

What’s next?

Drop me a comment, and I’ll add a paragraph. The more comments, the more paragraphs I add. So go ahead – give me something to keep me busy!

 A note – this story, and yesterday‘s, will both update on January 2 to allow time for comments…

And remember that there will be three New Year’s gift paragraphs waiting here at midnight, local time (about 3 and a half hours from the time this post goes live)! Happy 2016 to each and every one of you!

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Taboo Subject: Sea Changes (Kifo Island Chronicles Volume 1) for 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.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Witt.

Another week, where I meant to get round to see everyone. I meant to…really I did. Things got fershizzled with the holiday, and my Accomplice having extra days off…

So, this week, I’m going to visit everyone on the list – and read your last posts, too…really. Truly.

I mean it.

But now, on to the WIPpet!

I’m serializing the first scene of Sea Changes, where we meet our first of three POV characters, Karina Karanova. Here’s the premise:

In advocating for a dying girl seeking emancipation from controlling parents, can an overburdened young woman and a lonely young man find a future together?

Note:

This passage is NaNo rough. My plan is to let this draft rest for December, and begin creating a revision plan in January. That said, any input is gratefully accepted!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is December 30, 2015.
  • Today, you get thirty sentences.

Context: Karina is in a pottery studio, working with clay and hating it, when a new guest who doesn’t like sunlight comes in. Karina tries not to stare, but finds it difficult…

Taboo Subject

“It’s all right to look at me, or to ask me questions.” His voice was soft, with amusement layered over pain. “Most people have never seen an albino before. I don’t mind talking about it, but I do mind being stared at or ignored because I’m different.”

So gentle, that voice – yet, there was something in it that suggested he’d been both stared at and ignored more often than he liked.

“How can you live here?” She hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that, but the young man had come to her table, and he sat down a little ways from her. It seemed like it would be a greater unkindness to ignore him, and she had been staring, even if covertly.

He chuckled, a pleasant sound, a little deeper than his speaking voice. “Oh, it’s not as hard as you might think. Sun hat, umbrella, shades, and a truly ridiculous amount of high-SPF sunscreen. And I don’t go out in the middle of the day, ever, unless it’s an emergency.”

Karina looked up at him. She couldn’t see his eyes, because of the dark glasses he wore. But he was smiling at her, and she decided that she liked the way it changed his face. “Aren’t you afraid?”

“Of the sun, or of dying?”

Karina didn’t know what to say to that, so she bent over her work as though he wasn’t even here. Soon, too soon, Mother would call for her, and then she’d have to report on what she’d accomplished during her first day at the pottery studio.

“Damn, I hate clay,” she whisperhissed through teeth she’d clenched to keep the thought in. Another failure. That would have earned perhaps a dozen lashes, even if she’d long since stopped being a child.

“Then why are you – ” Karina stared at him, trying to send the wordless messages that would silence him. “Ah, I see. Taboo subject. Don’t worry; there’s a lot of those in a place like this. I won’t pry into anything you don’t want to talk about.” He smiled and dug a handful of clay out of the bucket that sat in the trough running the length of the table’s center. “How about I just introduce myself and answer your question?”

Why does Karina not want to talk ?

Who is this man?

Why would someone with albinism live on a tropical island?

Will Karina make progress on her project?

What will happen next?

Some of these questions may be answered – and others will certainly be posed- next week, so be sure to come back then to learn more about Karina and her story.

Previous Karina WIPpets (chronologically):

And now, for something completely different:

Over the last months, I’ve been gradually planning for next April’s Blogging From A-Z Challenge.

I’ll be writing – wait for it! – Enterprise fan fiction stories. =D (I know; you’re all shocked, right?!)

The planning yielded more stories than I need, so I decided to share the ‘extras’ as they are. All month, I’ve posted one every day, in a canon-chronological progression. For each comment, I add a paragraph to the story (there’s a two-day delay, to allow comments to gather) – and you can find all of them at The IDIC Romance Advent Calendar.

Tomorrow, the last post goes live – but the calendar itself will remain, so you can read whenever you feel the need for a bit of TnT.

Want more WIPpets? You can find them, and even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined, by following the little blue froggy from WIPpet to WIPpet to WIPpet!

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Animals: The IDIC Romance Advent Calendar

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Wow! Only two days left to the year, and to this little Advent calendar of mine! I hope your 2015 was filled with love, laughter, sharing, and so much joy that it flows out from you and embraces others. I hope that The IDIC Romance was maybe a tiny spark of that joy for you, because it certainly has been for me! Over the last few days, T’Pol’s been in my head almost constantly, and she’s been sharing more pieces of her life, demanding that I tell those stories, too…

Which means that she and Trip are likely to be a big part of my joy, in the year to come.

I’m okay with that! =)

Today, I offer you another rough and imperfect little stone; a continuation, of sorts, on a theme…be warned –  this one’s a potential trigger. Life isn’t always fair, or easy to accept – even in fiction.

At the end of today’s story, you’ll find another paragraphs of Remnants and Remains, courtesy of Erin Zarro, our resident supernova of comments and encouragement.

Enterprise Advent 30

OK, briefing time:

  • Spoiler zone ahead! Don’t read these posts if you don’t want series spoilers, or even spoilers for other parts of The IDIC Romance, because things will be revealed, and I don’t like spoiling…I’d much rather delight.

  • The base art for the calendar elements of this post was created by Annalise S. Burton, and is used with permission and compensation.

  • I don’t own Trip, T’Pol, or the franchise that conceived them. These stories are offered as a gift, without expectation for any financial gain. Of course, comments, rhapsodizing ramblings, and honest feedback of all kinds are always welcome!

Advent Animals

And now, to the calendar…..we lift the tab… and find… a worried husband and grieving father, and his best friend, who can’t possibly understand…

“How are you doing, Trip?”

Damn. He wished damned near everyone didn’t use that same tone, as though they wanted him to think that they understood what he was going through. But how could they? And didn’t they get – even Jon? – that what he was going through was a hell of a lot easier than what his wife was going through?

“We’ve lost four babies, Cap’n. I’m not good – but I don’t want to talk about me.”

“How is T’Pol? Sorry – I seem to keep asking stupid questions. I know she can’t be handling this well, even if she’s pretending.” At least Jon had some clue how inane he sounded.

“She’s not pretending. She’s not – well, she’s not doing anything, Cap’n -”

“It’s just Jon – you’re on leave, Trip.”

“Jon – I’m scared. Used to think she could handle anything, because she didn’t care about anything. But then I got to know her, and saw I was wrong. Got closer to her, and found out just how passionate she can be, and how much she controls that. Watched her fall apart, at Azati Prime, fell apart with her on Vulcan, helped her put the pieces back together. But now – these are her babies, Jon, and they keep dying -”

Damn. Hadn’t wanted to cry.

“I’m so sorry. I thought this time -”

“So did we. Everything was so perfect – until that damned accident – sorry -”

“For hurting? For showing it? Don’t be, Trip.”

“We’ve gotta help T’Pol….it’s worse for her. Vulcans – they feel each other, when they’re family. She felt Elizabeth, before we even found her, did you know that? And the twins -right up to the end, even with everything she’d just been through– and Grace…we both had lots of time to get to know Grace….” The pain swallowed him whole – his pain, and hers, all tangled up together…

How did Trip and T’Pol lose their twins?

What happened to Grace?

Does Trip have an idea how to help T’Pol?

Can she be helped, when the pain is so great?

How do animals figure into this story?

Will Trip and T’Pol ever get to be parents?

What’s next?

Drop me a comment, and I’ll add a paragraph. The more comments, the more paragraphs I add. So go ahead – give me something to keep me busy – but note – this story, and tomorrow’s, will both update on January 2 to allow time for comments…

And, as promised, here’s another paragraph of Remnants and Remains:

Context: T’Pol’s escaped her unknown captors, and is headed for Enterprise in a stolen craft, – but her mind and Trip’s are one – and Trip is anything but sane.

Trip clawed his way back up, still shaking, still crying, still muttering in Vulcan. The comm signaled, and Trip looked like he was going to go through the airlock, no matter what was on the other side. “She’s on her way, sir. She’ll be docking in less than two minutes – and her weapons are powered down. MACOs are standing by, as is hull plating, in case that changes.” Malcolm had been with the MACOs when they went to detain Trip. “How are things on your end, sir?”

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2015 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 13,000 times in 2015. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 5 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

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Jailbreaks: The IDIC Romance Advent Calendar

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Wow! Only three days left to the year, and to this little Advent calendar of mine! I hope your 2015 was filled with love, laughter, sharing, and so much joy that it flows out from you and embraces others. I hope that The IDIC Romance was maybe a tiny spark of that joy for you, because it certainly has been for me! Over the last few days, T’Pol’s been in my head almost constantly, and she’s been sharing more pieces of her life, demanding that I tell those stories, too…

Which means that she and Trip are likely to be a big part of my joy, in the year to come.

I’m okay with that! =)

Today, I offer you another rough and imperfect little stone; the seed of a story yet to be germinated, but which is readying itself in my mind.

At the end of today’s story, you’ll find two brand-new paragraphs of Pregnant Pause, courtesy of Erin Zarro and Fallon Brown, our resident supernovae of comments and encouragement.

Enterprise Advent 29

OK, briefing time:

  • Spoiler zone ahead! Don’t read these posts if you don’t want series spoilers, or even spoilers for other parts of The IDIC Romance, because things will be revealed, and I don’t like spoiling…I’d much rather delight.

  • The base art for the calendar elements of this post was created by Annalise S. Burton, and is used with permission and compensation.

  • I don’t own Trip, T’Pol, or the franchise that conceived them. These stories are offered as a gift, without expectation for any financial gain. Of course, comments, rhapsodizing ramblings, and honest feedback of all kinds are always welcome!

And now, to the calendar…..we lift the tab… and find… a light-hearted moment in the Captain’s Mess.

Advent Jailbreaks

 

“So then they took the ginger candies, and none of them wanted the others to have the advantage, so they started fighting over them before we even got to the shuttlepod.” Trip was grinning as his fingers stretched across the table to brush the backs of T’Pol’s.

“Although they planned to capture us once again, we were able, with Trip’s piloting and the effects of the ginger in their systems, to evade them.” She didn’t smile, of course, not exactly, but her face – lightened. And her fingers danced over Trip’s in a way that might have shocked Jon, a few months ago…

“But you’re not sick, T’Pol. How’d you manage that?”

“Trip is a gentleman.” She didn’t elaborate.

“Part of being one is taking care of damsels in distress. Maybe especially when she’s in distress because he got her pregnant…so I’ve gotten into the habit of keeping some extra candies in my pockets, so I’ll always have one, when she needs it.”

Jon smiled at the thought that Trip carried candy for T’Pol – but, remembering how sick pregnancy had made her before they discovered that ginger helped, he decided it was probably necessary. “Listen, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you both for a long time now.”

T’Pol scootched up closer to Trip, and he put an arm around her. “Shoot, Cap’n.” Jon wondered whether he was ever going to get past that little stab of jealousy that she’d never wanted him this way.

“Well, you two are remarkably good at jailbreaks. So, I’ve been wondering. Way back on Rigel 10, when we were looking for Klaang, and you two were put in that Suliban cell…why didn’t you break out? It wasn’t that complicated looking.”

“Well, uh…that is…” Trip stumbled out half-sentences, and he was getting pinker by the second.

“We were distracted.” T’Pol was turning a lovely burnished copper, but she spoke clearly, and looked directly at Jon.

“Distracted?”

“Pepperpot – ”

“There’s no harm in sharing it now, t’hy’la. Captain, Trip was distracted by the need to take repeated evasive action.”

“Evasive action – in a cell?

She lifted her chin, and there was something proud in her eyes- proud, and a little dangerous. “I’m – most persistent, when I’m aroused, Captain. Nor am I wholly in control -”

Trip snorted. “Now that’s an understatement and a half. I had bruises for a week – but I didn’t mind at all.”

Now it was Jon who was embarrassed, as they seemed to forget him entirely, in the midst of a passionate kiss.

Will T’Pol elaborate?

Will Trip?

Will Jon end up really sorry he asked?

Will the ‘ginger candy bandits’ make another appearance?

What’s next?

Drop me a comment, and I’ll add a paragraph. The more comments, the more paragraphs I add. So go ahead – give me something to keep me busy!

And, as promised, here’s two more paragraphs of Pregnant Pause:

Context: Trip’s terror that a very sick T’Pol is dying has just been eased – by Phlox diagnosing her pregnancy – for twins!

“Twins?” T’Pol’s voice was a harsh rasp in her throat; her control was decidedly uncertain. “Vulcans conceive twins so rarely that the probability approaches zero.” Her stomach lurched and contracted yet again, and she swallowed; the pain nearly made it impossible.

Trip grinned at her. “Well, yeah, that would have to be that pesky human influence of mine. Fraternal twins run in my family. Both of my parents have twins; my brother has twins, too.” Her stomach revolted, and T’Pol was grateful for the basin Trip had ready, and more for the cool cloth he pressed to her face when she finished. “I guess it’s a hell of a way to say, ‘Welcome to the family’. I’m sorry, pepperpot – and, I’m not, too. Two babies with you suits me just fine.”

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Remnants and Remains: The IDIC Romance Advent Calendar

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Wow! Only four days left to the year, and to this little Advent calendar of mine! I hope your 201 was filled with love, laughter, sharing, and so much joy that it flows out from you and embraces others. I hope that the IDIC Romance was maybe a tiny spark of that joy for you, because it certainly has been for me, and, over the last few days, T’Pol’s been in my head almost constantly, and she’s been sharing more pieces of her life, demanding that I tell those stories, too…

Which means that she and Trip are likely to be a big part of my joy, in the year to come.

I’m okay with that! =)

But now, I offer you another rough and imperfect little stone; the seed of a story yet to be germinated, but which is readying itself in my mind…

At the end of today’s story, you’ll find one more paragraphs of Unguarded, courtesy of Erin Zarro, our resident supernova of comments and encouragement.

Enterprise Advent 28

OK, briefing time:

  • Spoiler zone ahead! Don’t read these posts if you don’t want series spoilers, or even spoilers for other parts of The IDIC Romance, because things will be revealed, and I don’t like spoiling…I’d much rather delight.

  • The base art for the calendar elements of this post was created by Annalise S. Burton, and is used with permission and compensation.

  • I don’t own Trip, T’Pol, or the franchise that conceived them. These stories are offered as a gift, without expectation for any financial gain. Of course, comments, rhapsodizing ramblings, and honest feedback of all kinds are always welcome!

And now, to the calendar…..we lift the tab… and find…Trip pressed up against an airlock?

Advent Remnants

Trip sobbed out something in Vulcan. He was pressed against the door of the airlock, shuddering hard enough that Jon wasn’t sure how he was staying on his feet.

“What did he say?” He didn’t know exactly why Hoshi was here; Trip had insisted only that she was T’Pol’s ‘Kiral’, whatever that meant, and Hoshi had backed him up.

“I can’t tell you, Captain. It’s – well, of an intimate nature. I don’t think he even knows we’re here, anymore.”

Trip spoke again; the same thing, or close. His knees folded up, and he sagged his way down to the floor, never losing contact with the airlock. Jon wanted to help him – or at least, the part that wasn’t still reeling over what he’d learned five days ago, at the beginning of this surreal hell, did. But when he’d tried the last time, Trip had thrown an arm out and sent him crashing into the opposite bulkhead. T’Pol might not be here physically, but she could apparently still pack a wallop.

“I’m quite certain that he doesn’t.” Phlox had his scanner out, and showed Jon the brain wave reading – and it was the pattern that he’d seen more and more these last days, the one that said, beyond all doubt, that he’d lost something he’d never really let himself try for.

T’Pol and Trip had been melding when she vanished. Now, their brainwaves were so completely blended that it was impossible to tell which was which. It was Trip’s body crumpled against the airlock he wouldn’t leave -but there were two minds with him, and presumably also with T’Pol, as she neared them on the courier she’d stolen two days ago, when she’d finally gotten loose from her captors.

He didn’t have to wonder how hard that had been. Trip had broken out of her quarters – their quarters, Jon corrected himself- and gone berserk through the corridors.

Completely naked.

It had taken six MACOs and nearly an hour to restrain him. But he wasn’t even close to lucid, and so, according to Phlox, the possibilities were either that all conscious thought was being used by T’Pol as she piloted her way back to them – or that she was as irrational as Trip was, that the separation and almost certain torture she’d endured had been too much even for her.

That’s why they couldn’t send an escort out to her, or do anything but wait here at this airlock for her to come home. That courier was armed to the teeth, and, if she in was even close to the state Trip was in, she might shoot first and consider it logically never…

Will T’Pol make it home?

Will she and Trip recover?

Who took her, and why?

Are they still looking for her?

What’s next?

Drop me a comment, and I’ll add a paragraph. The more comments, the more paragraphs I add. So go ahead – give me something to keep me busy!

And, as promised, here’s one more paragraph of Unguarded:

They were together, merging, becoming one – and, without thought, T’Pol had opened to him. The act was as involuntary as orgasm; autonomic, born of their growing unity, and the telerotic ecstasy of the moment. They were together, falling, flying, dancing through one another’s souls and minds – and then they were not, the blow of Trip’s sudden closing a fierce blow, driving her away, rejecting her. She was alone, and she wept in his arms – arms that offered no more comfort, in this moment, than his soothing murmurs of apology.

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