Happy December, everyone! May the last month of your year be filled with love, laughter, sharing, and so much joy 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.
Each day I post a flash fan fiction story. These are freewritings I created while preparing for an upcoming project (Stay tuned for more on that!). They’re rough and imperfect; I’m only going to correct for spelling and grammar. Read one, read some, read them all – suit yourself!
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 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…Trip doing the best he can to help T’Pol navigate a dicey situation that he’s afraid he instigated.
“Tell me what you need, pepperpot.” Trip held her, wishing like hell that he could take back the last ten minutes, and relive them. It was his damned human knee-jerk reaction that had jammed that hypo of poison into her jugular, and his response to that which made her do it again.
She was shaking hard, her eyes wide and more than a little wild, her breath sharp and jagged in the quiet of her room. She didn’t speak; maybe she couldn’t, now, the way she couldn’t when they made love. But she seemed to be taking comfort in him being here, and those wild eyes were fixed on him, like maybe she was counting on him to help her hold herself together.
The comm signaled, and she jumped, gasping. She stared from him to the comm and back again.
“You want me to get that?” She made her tiny little nod, but she didn’t let him go.
That was perfectly fine with Trip – she’d called him her t’hy’la, and something in that was scary and shocking to her, so he knew it meant a hell of a lot more than being lovers, or friends, or maybe anything that translated from the Vulcan.
He was damned well going to do the best he could to live up to it. “All right. Slow and steady; I’m not going anywhere without you.” He kept his motions calm, as though she was an injured animal, and moved with her to the comm. “T’Pol’s quarters,” he said
“Trip?” Malcolm’s voice almost dripped with insinuation.
“Just think of me as the Captain’s answering service. She’s – a little indisposed, at the moment.” Actually, parts of her didn’t seem indisposed at all – she was clinging, her fingers twining with his, her body pressing in close…so close, and the mineral-scent was strong. Better get through this fast, before she outed herself to everyone.
What just happened here?
Why does Trip feel responsible for T’Pol’s actions?
Will Trip be able to help her?
Will T’Pol out herself?
Drop a comment in the box below, and I’ll add a paragraph to the story. If you suggest a prompt, I’ll 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 Three episode “Zero Hour” to learn more.
And, before I go, here’s two more paragraphs from Vulcan Woman, Human Man. Warning: this and the video are just a bit risque!
Context: Our newly-fledged lovers are about to take a shower, but first, Trip’s decided it’s well past time a certain lady see the logic of using his ‘official’ nickname.
“I want you to take your pants off.” Every word was distinct, and she was shaking, the scent of minerals rising. She took a quick little breath, and added, “Trip.”
Damn, she was beautiful. Beautiful, and direct. Well, he could be direct, too. “Now, see, that wasn’t so bad, was it? As a reward, I’m going to let you undress me -” Before he’d even gotten the words out, her hands were at his waistband, and she yanked his pants and briefs down together before she wrapped her arms around him and tugged him tight up against her. Damn, but she felt good, and they made a soft sound, together. Her eyes glowed as she watched him.