Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope it was filled with love, laughter, sharing, and so much joy that it overflowed!
To help make that happen, I’ve created a special Advent calendar. It’s non-denominational and doesn’t stop today. Instead it goes on giving for the rest of the month. It also espouses the concept of IDIC – Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations.
Each day, you can open a new 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!
Today’s story, Family, is another two-parter – find Part One right 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, which leads to – well, a surprise.
Context: Ambassador Soval, who used to be T’Pol’s boss, has just explained the reason Vulcans bond children, and Trip observed that it hadn’t worked that way for T’Pol and Koss, the boy to whom she was bound as a little girl. Below, Soval answers.
“No. It is not an infallible practice; only a highly successful one. However, T’Pol was able to establish such a bond with you, beginning with your first encounter, which I believe served much the same purpose for her as the childbond. When you met again, aboard Enterprise, and began living and working in proximity to one another, that connection had the opportunity to evolve, much as a successful childbond would, over the years that followed its inception. When your relationship became intimate, through neuropressure and mating, the connection was strong enough to become a mature pairbond. But it is essential that you realize, Commander, that this couldn’t have occurred, were you not particularly compatible.”
“I can’t believe I’m talking about our sex life with the Vulcan Ambassador, pepperpot.” Trip smiled at her; she was very quiet, but she’d relaxed while Soval was talking, and he could feel her thinking hard, working it through…
“If you are correct, Ambassasdor, then it would seem that a formal marriage would be the next logical step.” Her voice was soft, and a little breathless. She was feeling deeply, and not quite in control.
He’d proposed to her so she’d know he wanted her. That he’d decided to accept this bond of theirs, and her, just as she was. To make what he’d realized when they found out about Elizabeth formal, so that it wouldn’t disappear now that the baby was gone –
He hadn’t known how much it meant to her, until now.
“Marriage would seem a most logical manner in which to honor your commitment to one another. A Vulcan ceremony can be arranged -”
“Let’s do that, as soon as we can.”
“You aren’t Vulcan, Trip.”
“I don’t care how I marry you, or by whose rules. I just want to be what you need me to be.”
“Elizabeth was both Vulcan and human. Perhaps we should honor her in this, and marry in both our traditions.” She was getting stronger now, and calmer. Her fingers slipped quietly over his, into second pose, and Trip counted out three breaths before echoing her movements, feeling their minds getting closer, and closer…”Ambassador, can you help us to arrange a human wedding – one that will be legal and binding on this world?”
“The Cap’n could marry us, on Enterprise, T’Pol. I think he’d like that.”
“I think he wouldn’t. His feelings regarding me are – complex. Perhaps it’s better that he not be informed, until he’s had time to resolve them.”
Trip hated to admit it, but it was true. Jon had a jealous streak a mile wide when it came to her, and, despite the fact that certain things had become mighty obvious lately, he was resisting the realization that they were a couple, and were going to stay that way.
“You’re right, damn it.”
“Also, I wish to be married here. On Earth. Legally, so that there is no question of the validity of the marriage.” She turned to him, and her eyes were glowing; she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and she shone for him. “I want to become your wife here, on the soil of your world, in the manner of your people.” That delicious citrus and sandalwood smell wafted up again, laced with minerals that said, plain and simply, that she wanted him.
“I will begin making inquiries.” Soval spoke quietly, as he rose. “This chamber is yours, until you are ready to emerge from it. I suspect that you have much to consider, and share. Your privacy will be wholly respected.” Damned handy, the way Vulcan women could let others know when they wanted someone. A bit embarrassing, but damned handy.
By the time the door closed, she was already working the clasps of his Vulcan robes, and Trip wondered if Phlox was going to have to set his arm a third time.
Will Soval be able to make arrangements?
Will T’Pol break Trip’s arm again?
Will there be a wedding on Earth?
What’s next for our newly engaged couple?
Drop me a comment, and I’ll add a paragraph. The more comments, the more paragraphs I add. So go ahead – give me something to keep me busy! And don’t forget Part One, here!