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 there’s Captain Archer, who needs T’Pol to execute a delicate mission, but her attempts to cope with Trip’s departure have left her compromised.
“T’Pol, I really need you to try this.”
Would he still, if he knew? “Captain – I -”
“What is it, T’Pol? Are you worried about the Pa’naar syndrome? Phlox said you were fine, no symptoms at all.” He’d grown more adept at reading her intonations – or else, she had become more emotive than she knew.
“I thought I was on leave – otherwise, I would have notified you sooner of my – ” She considered whether ‘indulgence’ or ‘relapse’ would best convey the snarled impulses that had led her to the decision – but she didn’t want to discuss those with Captain Archer, or anyone.
Anyone other than Trip. And Trip wasn’t here. She’d driven him away with her Vulcanness, her failure to understand, once again, what a human male needed of his mate.
“Your what, T’Pol?” His voice was gentle, but carried also the authority of command.
T’Pol lifted her chin and met his eyes directly. “My recent trellium injections.”
“I see.” He took her shoulders in his hands, leaned a little in. “Phlox could be getting further away every second, T’Pol. Whatever Hoshi knows, the blow to her head made her forget. I need you to try – Phlox needs you to try.”
“I’ve never attempted a meld.” That wasn’t – precisely – true. But that wasn’t a thing to share with anyone, until she understood it herself. For that, she would need more research. Perhaps it was too late, but she must understand what she’d done. “With the trellium enhancing my emotions – “
“It might just make it easier to connect with a human mind, T’Pol.”
She wouldn’t tell him that it was her ability to connect with a specific human mind that was at the root of her concerns.
Where is Trip?
Will T’Pol be able to perform the meld?
Will it be safe for her?
Will they find Phlox?
Where is he, and why?
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 “Divergence” to learn more.
And now, one more paragraph from Soval:
For context, T’Pol has come to return the small vessel loaned to her by Ambassador Soval. But the young woman once so intensely present has clearly suffered an unspoken but profound trauma. When he attempts to assist her, she leaves, claiming she needs to return to her ship.
Soval watched her go; a small figure hunched into the protective layers of clothing. He had an impulse to follow her, but he wouldn’t compound the distress she was in by violating her right to privacy. Instead, he went to the sleeping cabin – and there, he found something of an answer.
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