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 a special 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 an upcoming 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…
A Note: I’ve decided to change the name of this project. That’s reflected in this post’s title; and the spiffy new banner!
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 find…well, our favorite sparring partners going at it once again…but it may be what’s not said that holds the heart of the matter.
Today’s story is rated PG-13 for suggestiveness and adult themes. You’ve been warned.
“Commander Tucker, I’m beginning to believe that it is impossible for you to restrain yourself.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I am referring to the fact that you -indulged- your baser impulses as regards the First Monarch.”
“Again – what the hell are you talking about, T’Pol?”
“You engaged in sexual relations with that woman.”
“I – what the hell makes you say that? Isn’t she as spoiled and haughty as she ever was?”
“I have not yet had adequate time to make assessments on the First Monarch’s character or behavior, nor did I meet her before your presumed rescue.”
“Presumed rescue?! T’Pol, you’ve got no idea the hell I went through – but you’re right. I wasn’t really trying to rescue her; it’s just that she was going to get herself killed with her arrogance. Now that I think of it, though, she’s not the only arrogant, know-it-all woman in my life. Kinda reminds me of you, actually.”
“I fail to see any basis for comparison.”
“Sounds to me like you’re a mite jealous, T’Pol.”
“I assure you that I have never been jealous.”
“Yep, I think that’s it. You’re afraid I’ll have some fun – with someone else. Well, you’re the only one who’s thinking along those lines, so what does that say about you?”
“That it is more than likely that I have personal experience regarding your treatment of females outside your own species that the other members of the landing party lack. Perhaps I should inform them.”
“It might prevent your tendency toward indiscretion. However, I would think that even what they do know of your – past entanglements – would be enough to cast doubts upon your celibacy on this occasion.”
And, as he stood there and sputtered at her, Trip heard her thinking the damning words she’d never actually said: “Xyrillian engineer.”
Is T’Pol right about Trip and the First Monarch?
Is Trip right about T’Pol being jealous?
What ‘personal experience ‘ is T’Pol referencing?
Will she tell?
And what, exactly, is a ‘Xyrillian engineer’?
Drop me a comment in the box below, and 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. You can also watch the Season One episode, “Unexpected”, and the Season Two episode “Precious Cargo” to learn more.
Access all my IDIC Romance Advent stories!
A potentially spoilery ( but very funny) deleted scene from Unexpected. Poor, poor Trip. Mean, mean T’Pol!