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 watching T’Pol pace, five steps at a time.
T’Pol paced. Five steps to the window, to stare out at the stars.
Five steps to her low meditation table, where Hoshi sat.
Each time, she moved a fraction faster, her body growing a fraction more tense.
Five steps to the window. If she was trying to prove to herself that they were getting further and further from Earth, those warp-streaked stars would have to be enough. For her rational mind, anyway. Hoshi had the distinct impression, though, that it wasn’t her rational mind that was so troubling the Vulcan woman as she spun.
Five steps to the table.
Hoshi didn’t look into T’Pol’s eyes. That would be rude – was rude, on T’Pol’s world. She’d never said so, not to a single member of the crew, not that Hoshi had ever heard of. ‘When in Rome…’ might not be a phrase she’d use, but T’Pol understood the meaning, and the application of the principle. How much more than even Hoshi knew had she given up, to live among them?
Five steps to the window.
Hoshi watched the First Officer’s stiff back as she sipped her chamomile tea. She glanced at T’Pol’s, getting cold while she paced. Not very logical to pace, when she had said that the tea was soothing.
What must it be like for her, to be so far beyond a place where logic could help?
“He left because of me.”
Five little words, choked with emotion she’d tried, at first, to convince all of them that she didn’t have. Emotion that had seemed to get the better of her from time to time almost from the start, but much more over the last year or so. Hoshi could understand that – it had been a year of hell, for all of them. She’d lived through it, too.
“You don’t know that.”
“If you’ve had my dreams, as you suggest, Hoshi, then you must know that I do. He left because of me, but I don’t know what I did to cause it – or what I didn’t do.”
How will Hoshi answer?
Will T’Pol find some comfort in it?
Will she settle in and drink her tea?
Did she cause Trip’s departure?
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 “My Mind to Your Mind”:
For context, Phlox has been kidnapped by members of an unknown species while returning from a San Francisco restaurant with Hoshi. She heard their language, but can’t remember it. Captain Archer has asked T’Pol to perform a meld to help access the lost memories; T’Pol, reeling over Trip’s transfer, has recently used trellium, the psychotropic compound to which she’s addicted.
“I won’t consent unless Ensign Sato understands the invasive nature of melding, and the risks and uncertainties my addiction presents, and agrees to make the attempt despite these factors.” But there was little doubt in her mind that the young woman would agree; she was more courageous than she perhaps thought herself, and she had formed a strong attachment with the Denobulan doctor. She’d do what was necessary to save Phlox; how then could T’Pol do less? “However, if Ensign Sato agrees, I’ll try – but we must be closely monitored, and the connection broken if Ensign Sato is in distress.”