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!
A note: Today’s story is a little different…it goes back just a bit in time, so that, chronologically, it should be placed after Questions and Queries, but before “Never and Always”. I just couldn’t resist the chance to let Trip play Santa, so I indulged myself!
I’ve heard that Santa has three more paragraphs each of “Never and Always”, Parts One and Two, courtesy of our supernova commenters, Erin Zarro and Fallon Brown, with a musical assist from Dale Cooper…but you’ll have to wait to till local midnight to open them!
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 bit of fluffy Christmas fun!
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the ship,
a blonde elf was stirring –
let’s call him Trip.
No stockings, just socks
he’d stolen away
from the main laundry
a couple each day.
The crew were all snuggled
in their bunks fast asleep.
With T’Pol on the Bridge
the night’s watch to keep.
Captain Archer gave Porthos
a scratch on the ears
and yawned, “I feel like I
could sleep for twenty years!”
T’Pol’s sharp Vulcan ears
caught a strange sound
The unexpected noises
Of someone moving around.
She hurried to the Situation Room
and turned on the display
that would show any threat
that might be headed her way.
The ship was all quiet
just as it should be
except for one blonde human
in Cargo Bay Three.
With wondering eyes
she took in the strange sight
of Commander Tucker buried
Nearly up to waist height
in a tangled assortment
of mismatched socks
And small colorful bundles.
He held one labeled “Phlox”.
He took up a long striped garment
“He must wear ’em up to the knee,”
the Chief Engineer muttered
to himself most illogically.
“I’ve got one for Phlox, and Hoshi,
Travis Mayweather, Malcolm Reed,
The Cap’n and Porthos –
T’Pol’s is all I still need.”
She’d lived among humans
so was less than surprised.
Still she wondered of what this
curious mission was comprised.
The pile shrank until he said,
“Well, that’s about all.
Now to figure out how to charm
the socks off T’Pol.”
From her perch on the Bridge
T’Pol watched him below
And wondered what gifts
To her sock he’d bestow.
Trip thought and he thought
while stringing lines of twinkling light
and eighty-two makeshift stockings
on this Christmas Eve night.
T’Pol considered as she watched
this human Christmas elf
who gave so much to others
asking nothing for himself.
He shouldn’t be alone when
the appointed time came
the only one aboard
with no gift to claim.
She went to her console
a bright gleam in her eyes
intent on learning how to create
her own Christmas surprise.
Trip surveyed the cargo bay
his elfish work nearly done
Pretty lights and stuffed stockings
All hung up – except one.
Would a Vulcan even care?
Could she even understand?
For sure there wasn’t much logic
in a starship Christmas wonderland.
She was unsure she saw the point
But then, that was often true.
It didn’t really matter because now
she knew just what she would do.
Trip hid his grin as he saw her
with her pretty bare feet
she said she had a headache
only neuropressure could treat.
T’Pol helped him search for his lost sock
while her own feet were still bare.
They searched the Ready Room
but didn’t find it anywhere.
His foot felt kind of funny;
he’d stuck it bare into his boot.
He’d lost a sock but he had hers
so any discomfort was moot.
T’Pol set about her mission.
There was much that she must do
to be certain that when the time came
There’d be presents for Trip, too.
The next day the Cap’n gathered
the whole crew in Cargo Bay Three
they had carols and eggnog and stockings
No one seemed to miss the tree.
T’Pol never looked so pretty
than with his star barrettes in her hair.
He played his new harmonica
still wondering how his sock got there.
When he got back to his quarters,
There was the best gift of all.
A hanging bunch of mistletoe,
And beneath it, an unwrapped T’Pol.
Will T’Pol reveal her secret?
Will anyone else catch on?
Will they make good use of that mistletoe?
Where did the gifts come from?
What happens next?
Drop me a comment, and I’ll add a paragraph. The more comments, the more paragraphs I add.
Remember, Santa’s got six new paragraphs from “Never and Always” loaded up on his sleigh…after midnight, you can find them here!