Happy December, everyone! May it be filled with love, laughter, sharing, and so much joy that it flows out from you and embraces others.
To help with that, I’ve created a special Advent calendar. It’s as non-denominational and doesn’t stop on December 25 – and it espouses the concept of IDIC – Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations.
Each day I post a flash fan fiction story. These are freewritings – rough and imperfect; I only 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’s avoiding T’Pol, for reasons she doesn’t understand. There’s trouble in inter-species paradise…
When Trip brushed past her in the corridor outside the Mess Hall, T’Pol felt a stab of physical pain. It was illogical, but no less true. Something within him, in his approach to her, had shifted, in some way that she didn’t understand.
T’Pol carried that pain through the next days, knowing that something was troubling him, but having no opportunity to address the matter with him privately. There had been times when he had accused her of avoiding him; it was a certainty that he was avoiding her, now.
She was restive as she showered; she couldn’t find the concentration to sink into her flame and her meditation. When the comm signaled, it was almost welcome – perhaps he was ready, now, to discuss whatever was troubling him.
“T’Pol,” she said, surprised at the eagerness in her tones.
“Are you all right, T’Pol?” Not Trip – Captain Archer.
“I’m fine, Captain.” Humans often lied in this manner, in her observations, so perhaps she could be forgiven the emulation.
“Will you come to my Ready Room? There’s something I need to discuss with you, before I tell the rest of the crew. Maybe, after we talk, there won’t be any need to take this any further-”
“I will be there momentarily.” If there was another problem, perhaps it could take her mind from the distress that Trip’s behavior had caused.
Instead, it drove a new pain through her, one she had to struggle not to reveal in her manner.
“Commander Tucker is leaving?” Saying it aloud did nothing to make it more comprehensible, or less painful.
“That’s what he said. I tried to get him to have a drink with me, to loosen him up so he’ll talk about it, and we can figure something out, but you know how Trip is – he wouldn’t budge, and it looks like his mind’s made up – and that’s where you come in.”
“Me?” She was certain that she was the reason he was leaving, but she couldn’t bring herself to explain this to the Captain.
“I was hoping you’d go talk to him, T’Pol. Privately and quietly; you’re better at that than anyone. See if you can find out what’s bothering him, and if there’s any way to fix it. I don’t want to lose him.”
She agreed to help, but knew, in some way that she couldn’t define logically, that it wouldn’t work, that she was the problem. But she would do what she could, because what the Captain had said was deeply true for her as well.
She didn’t want to lose him – and she feared she already had.
What’s wrong between T’Pol and Trip?
Is she right that she caused the problem somehow?
Will Trip actually leave Enterprise?
Will T’Pol tell the Captain what she suspects?
Will Trip and T’Pol resolve their current difficulties?
What’s next for them – together or apart?
Drop me a comment, and I’ll add a paragraph. Suggest a prompt; I’ll use it. If you want, I’ll explain a bit of the premise. You can also watch the Season Four episode “The Aenar” to learn more.
And now, one more paragraph from Intimate Information:
For context, T’Pol’s had, as Trip put it, “a helluva day”: a near-fatal mission; a message from her alternate future self; a reconciliation with Trip wherein she revealed intimate information; and Captain Archer‘s death, which leaves her in command of Enterprise. She just had a trellium relapse that Trip nursed her through.
When he got to Sickbay what felt like an eternity and a half later, it was to find Phlox leaning against the biobed, watching T”Pol, who was propped against the bank of cabinets, sound asleep – with Porthos on her lap. Her hand was on the little dog’s head, and Trip tried to remember if he’d ever seen her touch the beagle before as Phlox said, very softly, “I suspect she might be more comfortable in her quarters, but I didn’t want to wake her until you arrived.” There was a shading in the Denobulan’s tone that confirmed what Trip had been feeling ever since the doctor called him – Phlox had bad news, and he didn’t want to tell T’Pol without someone there to support her. Dread crawled down his spine and lodged in his gut, and he had to fight back the impulse to scoop her up, Porthos and all, and run as far away from whatever Phlox had to say as they could get.