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!
A note: Stay tuned after today’s main feature for another paragraph of Playing With Bubbles, courtesy of our star commenter, Fallon Brown.
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… Ambassador Soval, who has serious concerns about T’Pol’s well-being upon her return from Vulcan.
Soval studied the young woman who had once been what the humans called a protegee – the most promising of all the attaches he had recruited over more than three decades of duty on this world.
She was nearly unrecognizable. She huddled in layers of robes, the outer ones several sizes too large for her, apparently meant for a male. And still she shook with an odd quiver, her eyes at once far too bright and strangely vacant, as though something within her had broken, or come unmoored.
He wanted to bring her to his chambers, offer her the human tea intelligence had said she had come to favor, and secure a healer or, perhaps better, a Kiral to tend to her.
But that would be a serious breach of protocol, which concerned Soval only minimally, but also her privacy. That was a far more serious matter, particularly as it didn’t seem that T’Pol was wholly aware of her status, or how visible was the unnamed trauma she had clearly suffered.
She started to rise, but he gestured her back down onto the couch. “Be at ease, T’Pol.”
“This is your craft, Soval. I’m grateful for the use of it -”
“I don’t have need of it now,” he told her. “You are free to remain aboard, or if you prefer, your room at the Consulate is still available.”
“My room?” Her eyes focused on him, but they held nothing of the fires that had marked her at their last meeting. “I have no room at the Consulate. I must return to Enterprise.” She rose, without further comment, and left.
What’s wrong with T’Pol?
What happened on Vulcan?
Will she recover?
Why does Soval care so much for her health?
What is the ‘status’ that T’Pol’s not wholly aware of?
Where is Trip?
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 Four episode “Home” to learn more.
And, as advertised, here’s one more paragraph from Playing With Bubbles:
For context, T’Pol’s never played with bubbles, and she’s dealing with a trellium relapse Trip thinks he caused. His suggested therapy? Well, bubbles, of course!
“Your logic seems – slightly suspect. But I accept the invitation, and I’ll endeavor to ‘play with bubbles’ effectively – why are you laughing?”