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 Hoshi Sato standing outside a door, nervously considering what awaits her when it opens…
Hoshi stared at the door, her brain spinning through scenario after scenario about what was waiting for her on the other side of it, the way it used to do about everything, back when the mission started.
“You’re not her anymore.” She swallowed, and squared her shoulders. “And she isn’t who she was then, either.”
If the dreams she’d been having the last few nights were any indication, she wasn’t even who Hoshi had thought she was a week ago, and hadn’t been for a long time now.
But she was hurting, and there wasn’t any doubt at all about that. Hurting, and lost.
She needed help.
Hoshi took a steadying breath and pressed the signal, making an effort to keep her chin level and her eyes forward as the door slipped open.
“Please come in.” She had to adjust her gaze downward, because T’Pol was sitting on a cushion on her deck plating, in front of a low table that made Hoshi smile.
“Is something amusing?”
“No, not amusing.” Hoshi shook her head a tiny bit; Vulcans liked their body language subtle. “This”– she indicated the table and cushions – “It reminds me of home.”
She wasn’t about to mention that the second-in-command looked like a little girl playing dress-up in robes three sizes too big for her. A sad little girl…
“If you would like to join me…” T’Pol trailed off; she was nervous and unsure of herself. Love was hard enough for humans. What must it be like, for her? Especially now that he was gone?
Hoshi suddenly had an inspiration on why T’Pol would have robes in that size, and the image stopped being even a little funny.
Why does Hoshi think T’Pol needs help?
Will T’Pol accept assistance?
Why does T’Pol have those too-big-for-her robes?
Is T’Pol in love?
Can Hoshi help her?
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 “Affliction” to learn more.
And now, two more paragraphs from Bound:
For context, T’Pol has just learned that Trip wants to transfer off Enterprise. Jonathan Archer asks her to speak to the engineer, but her obvious distress raises even more questions for the Captain.
Jon didn’t watch her go; sometimes, she turned back at the door, and he didn’t want her to know that he could see that she was upset. It was easier to tell, these days, and, since a huge part of that was his fault, he was going to do everything he could not to point it out to her. He’d taken her into that nightmare on the Seleya; he hadn’t listened when she’d told him she was being affected. Wouldn’t listen, till it was far, far too late.
Maybe he should’ve known Trip leaving would bother her – but the two of them were friends, even if neither of them would ever admit it. He’d really suspected that Trip would have already talked it over with her – if she wasn’t the reason for this. Trip had said his mind wasn’t on the work, and T’Pol had been in command while he was on Andoria. Had she done something that made Trip mad enough to leave? But that wasn’t logical; T’Pol was the most honest person on the ship, by nature and nurture. Jon was sure she didn’t have it in her to lie or omit a breach of conduct serious enough for that.
Need more IDIC Romance Advent stories?
With all these emotionally turbulent, will-they-ever-work-this-out energy, I wanted to lighten the mood for a moment…so, enjoy!