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 a discussion of limbic systems…?!
“I believe, Commanders, that you are both the victims of misunderstandings brought about by marked differences in your respective limbic systems, and in the semantics particular to your respective species.”
“Huh?” Trip’s instinctive human reply was hardly helpful.
“Please elucidate,” T’Pol requested, aware that perhaps this moment, and their response to Phlox’s statement, held something of a key.
“Are you familiar with the limbic system, T’Pol? Commander Tucker?”
“I understand the process of the Vulcan limbic system, in a basic sense. It seems logical that the human version would differ significantly, given the emotional volatility of the species.”
“Hey,” Trip said. “I resemble that remark, pepperpot.” He pulled her in close and kissed her in a manner that spoke of his desires in a way that needed no semantic translation. “As far as my limbic system – that’s for things like the fight or flight instinct, right?”
“In a basic sense. If you will both look, I’ll try to explain. This is a human limbic system. All sensory input is filtered through the amygdala, here. Therefore, if the input suggests a need for instinctive reaction – as you said, Commander, the ‘fight or flight impulse’ – a human will respond immediately to the threat, without need or ability for conscious thought. The limbic response, once triggered, lasts approximately ninety seconds, during which time, survival is the only priority.”
T’Pol absorbed this. Trip was nodding, and said, “Never really thought about it, but that minute and a half sounds about right. It’s the same if we get really angry, isn’t it?”
“It appears so. Now, this is a Vulcan limbic system -”
“There’s a lot of stuff around the amygdala – is that your amygdala, pepperpot? It’s cuter than mine – “
“That hardly seems relevant – or even assessible. What you see around it is a neural network, unless I’m mistaken.” Trip had an arm around her, and she allowed her fingers to drift along it, until she found his hand, then his fingers.
How are limbic systems relevant?
Have Trip and T’Pol truly reconciled?
How did that happen?
Is Phlox onto something here?
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 “Bound” to learn more.
And now, one more paragraph from Hoshi Sato:
For context, Trip transferred off Enterprise, because he couldn’t handle his love for T’Pol, which he assumes is unrequited. Hoshi has come to T’Pol’s quarters, and finds the Vulcan sitting alone, looking lost and hurt, in robes that are too big for her. T’Pol has just asked her to join her at her meditation table.
“I’d be happy to.” She folded herself onto the empty cushion, wondering if Trip had ever sat here, across from her. T’Pol looked fragile and lovely in the candlelight; Hoshi just bet Trip loved seeing her like that, here, where no one else could. The dreams hinted at something much deeper than what she’d told T’Pol so far; she hadn’t wanted to embarrass the Vulcan woman or violate her privacy, but now she was starting to think she should tell T’Pol everything. “T’Pol – there was more to what I dreamed than that white place -”