Merry Christmas, 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 another two-parter…it’s long enough to serialize! Yup, it’s an extra-special Christmas treat! Find Part Two here!
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 Vulcan pairbonding?
Trip sat back on the comfortable couch in Ambassador Soval’s private study, his good arm pulling the quivering woman close to him. She wasn’t going to hold out much longer without a helluva lot more contact than this, that was for damned sure – but she’d already rebroken his arm, tonight, and Phlox had cautioned them against trying to meet ‘Commander T’Pol’s telerotic needs with purely physical methods’…
But they were stuck; that was the problem. Stuck in cultural and physiological differences, and the things her people had made into something to be ashamed of…
Things she needed.
The Ambassador strode in, bringing a sense of calm – to Trip, anyway. Against him, T’Pol’s whole body tensed, and her mind became less porous. Trying to be what her old boss would expect of a Vulcan, Trip thought.
“Please be as you are, T’Pol. The cause is more than sufficient, and no one else will enter this chamber unless you or your bondmate request their presence specifically. I grieve with you both; the death of a child is a sharp pain that knows no ending.”
T’Pol seemed almost to sag into him. Trip felt his way to her fingers, and offered her the ouz’hesta. Her hand was shaking – desire, and more. She felt so much, and so deeply – she wouldn’t stop feeling the effects of the last two doses of trellium for at least the next few hours, and that’s if she didn’t want him to go back for more – but he was almost sure she would.
“Ambassador Soval – I don’t know how to help her through – this. I’m hoping you have some ideas -”
He didn’t know what he was asking for, not really. Maybe clarification – just to know whether he could really be what she needed. This bond – she hadn’t even known she could do it; hadn’t expected it any more than he had. Now they were locked together as mates – but he was still human, and not telepathic. “Can I – can a human – be what she needs?”
“You are what I need, Trip.”
“That’s sweet, pepperpot – but what if I’m not? What if I can’t be?”
“May I interject?” Soval looked from Trip to T’Pol, and back to Trip. “T’Pol may lack specifics, Commander Tucker, but she is correct. Without prior knowledge of bonding, the process that bound you together was by necessity involuntary -”
“That’s what worries me. If you’d been in the know, T’Pol – if you could’ve chosen – ”
“There’s no other. There has never been another. There’s no other choice I would have made, Trip. You are my t’hy’la.”
“Commander Tucker, it will be helpful if you can release the precepts that guide your own species’ mating practices. I understand that you are generally at liberty to choose a mate who is in harmony with you, although I find the parameters of such harmony most vague.”
“So do most of us, so I’m not about to try to explain it to you.”
Soval let that go by without answering. “It’s different, among us. There are reasons for the bonding of children. In nearly all cases, this practice allows the growing minds to form an affinity that may, in time, become a strong pairbond, but will, at the least, ensure that the mated pair attends to one another’s needs.”
“But that didn’t happen, for her and Koss.”
Will Soval offer useful information?
Can Trip be what T’Pol needs from a mate?
Can T’Pol be what Trip needs?
What’s next for our newly engaged couple?
Will there be a wedding in the not-so-distant future?
Want more? You’re in luck – this story is continued in Family, Part Two!