Welcome,welcome, welcome! Happy December, everyone! May the last month of your year be filled with, love, laughter, sharing – and all the joy your soul can hold, and then some, so that it flows out from you and embraces others.
To help that wish along, I’ve created aspecial Advent calendar. It’s as non-denominational as it can be, because it doesn’t stop on December 25 – and because it espouses the concept of IDIC – Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations.
Every day, all month, I’ll post a short story. These are freewritings I created as part of my preparations for another project. They’re rough and imperfect; I’m only going to correct for spelling and grammar. But each one is a little gem in the making…
And that’s where you come in. If you read and comment, I’ll add a paragraph to this story. If you suggest a prompt, I’ll find a way to use it. For instance, today, I’ve got fresh words for my Day One story, “Chief Engineer Tucker”. Just click the link, and Trip will happily beam you over!
OK, time for a quick briefing:
Spoiler zone ahead! If you were to want to start watching a show that was canceled a decade ago, and you don’t want to know what happens – well, this could be a good post to skip. I’m looking to delight, not to spoil.
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 compensation. Of course, comments, rhapsodizing ramblings, and honest feedback of all kinds are always welcome!
And now, to the calendar…..we lift the tab, and…well, I hope you dressed for dinner!
T’Pol sat at the Captain’s table, certain it would be for the last time.
Neither of the human men seemed to suspect the truth – that Vanik had agreed to dine aboard Enterprise only to give her the opportunity to come with him with a minimum of chaos. All she need do was declare her impending departure – she needn’t even give the reason for it, although Commander Tucker would guess. Vanik would support her.
He wasn’t likely to leave without her. She was under contract, and it was irrelevant that she hadn’t had a choice in the proceedings that bound her to this arrangement. She had been expected to honor the agreement prior to accepting another off-world assignment. She didn’t need to be reminded, through the presence of Koss’s mother’s brother, that her Intended had been more than lenient to allow her to accept the position at the Consulate.
Nor that that position had in no way included the possibility that she would be serving voluntarily upon a Terran starship, freely dining and interacting with its chaotic human crew.
She was trapped. By her culture, which made no allowance for personal preference in matters of societal stability.
And by the man who sat across from her, attempting to apply what T’Pol had overheard Ensign Sato refer to as his ‘sweet, smooth Southern charm’ on a second Vulcan.
Vanik was nowhere near as receptive as she had been – no, as she still was.
Because T’Pol of Vulcan watched Charles “I’m Called Trip” Tucker the Third trying to engage Vanik in dinnertime conversation, and she knew that she could never desire Koss in the way she desired this man – this human. He compelled her. She didn’t understand. He had taken liberties she’d never allowed another, pointed a weapon at her head, insulted her, unleashed volatile emotions at her, and violated her right to personal privacy.
Koss had never attempted any of these.
Will T’Pol honor her marriage contract?
How will Vanik react, if she doesn’t?
What would that mean for T’Pol, in Vulcan society?
Will Trip guess why Vanik is here?
Will Trip sway Vanik with his charm?
What happens next?
Well, that’s where you come in. If you read and comment, I’ll add a paragraph to the story. If you suggest a prompt, I’ll find a way to use it. If you want to know more, I’ll explain a bit of the premise behind the story, or you can watch Season One, Episode Seven, “Breaking the Ice”.