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Persnickety: JusJoJan Day One

So, here we are again, back to January. Reset the month, and the year. Begin again. Change the calendar page…

Oh. Right. I meant to buy new calendars on Amazon. But meant to isn’t the same thing as did…so, add ‘buy new calendars on Amazon’ to my mental to-do list. Better that than the actual one sitting on the little table to the left of my chair, here in my study. I wrote that one out earlier today – and I’ve been ignoring it pretty much ever since….

But it is January 1, and so it’s the beginning of my second foray into Just Jot it January, where, for a month – well, we jot.

Whatever.

However.

Wherever.

Whyever.

It’s not necessary to follow the prompts, although I intend to. It’s not necessary to post the results of the jotting, but I intend to do that, too…

For more details on JusJoJan, pop on over to Linda G.Hill’s Life in Progress, or just click here for the direct link to the rules and prompt list.

Anyway…

Today’s word, in case you didn’t glean it from the post title, is “persnickety”, courtesy of Sirius Bizinus at An Empty Pen.

You see, Windows 10 is being persnickety. Two days ago, it stopped showing me the “Add New Desktop” option.

Doesn’t seem like such a big deal, except that I use several desktops – one for writing, one for blogging, one for homechooling stuff…and I haven’t been able to figure out where that prompt went, or why it went…

I’m missing some small detail. Small, but crucial.

I spent about two hours ignoring that written to-do list, and trying to figure it out – but I’m a wide-angle rather than a persnickety type. Didn’t work.

If someone is more persnickety than I am, and knows the answer – that one little crucial detail that’s keeping me from my wonderful multiple desktops, I’d love to know what it is! =)

Shifting gears…

The moment I read the word “persnickety”, a story began to coalesce in my wide-angle brain: Disclaimer – I don’t own them, and the story’s entirely free!

An Infinitesimal Variance

“There’s a variance of .0062 micrometers between our target range and current EPS capacity,” T’Pol said, her voice so damned formal that Trip almost wondered if he’d imagined her pinning him down in that cell, or her hands rubbing decon gel into his shoulders, over and over again.

“Commander Tucker, did you hear me?”

Damned distracting woman. Distracting, and frustrating – in more way than one. “I heard you just fine. Might not have points on my ears, but that doesn’t mean they don’t work.”

Then you are aware of the variance.”

He reviewed her words in his mind. “.0062 micrometers hardly seems like a big deal, Sub-commander.”

“Your sensor array wasn’t designed for this level of functioning, Commander. Even an apparently infinitesimal variance could have significant unfavorable consequences for our mission.”

‘Our mission’. Trip ducked his head and smiled. She’d apparently decided that she was part of the crew, after all. Damned good thing, since she’d taken command.

But he wasn’t going to let on that he’d figured her out. Nope. Instead, he went back to the EPS access panel, and got down on the floor, wincing as fresh bruises made contact with the deck plating. “I’m not sure which is more persnickety, Sub-commander – you or these modifications of yours.”

She came over and squatted down beside him. Trip had his head in the bulkhead, now, so he took a nice deep breath – she smelled so good – citrus and something smoky and exotic, with just a trace of minerals that reminded him of Yellowstone. That scent was clinging to his clothes; he’d picked that up with the bruises. It was totally worth it, even if he never got the chance to have her pin him against another wall.

But damned if he was going to let her know that.

“You just going to sit there and stare at me?”

“I don’t understand your terminology, Commander.”

That made him laugh. The sound bounced around the small hollow space, and came out louder than he’d meant it to. He got the feeling that she wanted to jump back, but restrained herself with that damned Vulcan will of hers.

“You are engaging in the human pastime known as ‘teasing’ – your intention is to compare me to the machinery.”

Trip got his fingers on the metered bypass valve. “No, I wasn’t. “ ‘Persnickety’ is just an expression -it means paying a lot of attention to minor details.” Well, that was one interpretation. He tweaked the valve, then got his scanner up there and took the reading. “There. Exactly in the middle of your target range, now.”

She nodded, and rose, going back to the sensor panel. She didn’t say anything as Trip clambered up and replaced the access panel. But, as he went back to her, she looked at him and said, “It’s perhaps in my nature to be, as you said, ‘persnickety’, Commander Tucker. However, it’s my intention to aid the success of this mission. Among Vulcans, such a large variance must be reported. If I’ve offended your human sensibilities, I apologize.”

“No offense, really. And we couldn’t do this without your help. Honestly, I just like the way the word ‘persnickety’ feels in my mouth.”

He could feel on her chewing on that bit of human illogic for the entire ten minutes and fifty-three seconds it took them to finish up those modifications of hers.

**

Well, that’s my jotting for today. Read more posts here, and join in if the spirit moves you! =)

Author:

I am myself. I own my life, and live with three other people who own theirs. My intention is to do only those things that bring me joy, and to give myself wholly to those things I do. Writing has been my passion throughout my life, and this will become the home for my writing life...because it brings me great joy!

5 thoughts on “Persnickety: JusJoJan Day One

    1. Sorry it took me so long to get back to you, Linda! The beginning of the year came with lots of new things to do, and I’m still adjusting.

      At any rate, I’m glad you enjoyed it! Sometimes, these two just demand that I tell their stories! =)

    1. It’s one of those that just kind of popped into my head. It must be some kind of torture, for Trip, in those early days, having gotten a peek under all that control to the woman beneath it – and then to have her go all Vulcan on him – and, being an honorable sort, he can’t even TELL anyone!

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