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“Mail From Home”: #JusJoJan Day 9 and #SoCS

Welcome to Day Nine of Just Jot it January where, for a month – well, we jot. Whatever. However. Wherever. Whyever. It’s graciously hosted byLinda G.Hill. 

Today’s prompt, “title” (the title of the first movie that came to mind when reading this prompt), comes to us from Linda herself, and doubles as our Stream of Consciousness Saturday  prompt for this week.

Context: This story, a prequel to yesterday’s “An Honorable Man”, is based upon the Star Trek: Enterprise Season One episode, “Breaking the Ice”. I don’t own them; I just love them. No financial renumeration comes from these stories.

“Mail From Home”

“Hey, Trip.”

Commander Tucker lifted his head from the datapadd he was holding. “Cap’n.” His eyes shifted back to the padd, almost before he had finished his abbreviated address of the Captain.

Captain Archer sighed, and gestured at T’Pol without truly looking at her. “I finally had to ban her from bringing work to the table, and now I’ve got to worry about you?” He sighed, and went to his customary seat, closest to the communications panel. “Never thought I’d live to see the day, Trip.”

T’Pol, at the opposite end of the table from the Captain, with Commander Tucker between them – as though, perhaps, the Captain thought he required a buffer from her in the same manner that she found having the engineer’s presence there agreeable – watched with a perhaps unseemly curiosity. However, Commander Tucker only made a sound the humans identified as a grunt, and continued perusing the contents of the padd.

The Captain’s sigh was louder this time – a signal of human irritation, according to T’Pol’s admittedly limited pool of observations. A pause, and then the engineer’s chair gave a sudden jolt as though the Captain had applied pressure with his foot.

“Wha-” Commander Tucker glanced up again.

Absolutely no homework allowed at the dinner table, Commander. Stand down, and that’s an order.” The Captain reached for the datapadd, but the other man clutched it to his chest.

“It’s not homework, Cap’n – it’s the blueprints for my sister Elizabeth’s latest architectural conquest. Got a packet of mail from home, sir.” His voice took on a new quality, a quarter-octave above his normal pitch. He tipped his head to the side. “Please don’t torture me all through dinner, sir. A big brother’s got bragging rights, doesn’t he? I mean, who would’ve thought that little Lizzie the Banshee would be on her way to being an architect of global reknown?”

T’Pol continued to observe as she sipped her tea, but one word had, most illogically, taken her focus from the humans she was expected to dine with.


She thought of the letter in her own quarters, one that she had yet to open. She would admit to herself that she didn’t want to do so; the file had been heavily encrypted, and sent in a manner of considerable secrecy, but she had recognized the code that denoted the source of the missive.

It could only involve one topic, and denying learning the specifics would have no effect upon the letter’s contents. Whatever they were, she was required to deal with them.

“Hey, T’Pol – you OK over there? You’re awfully quiet tonight – even for you.”

Perhaps it shouldn’t have surprised her that Commander Tucker would notice such a thing. He seemed particularly attuned to the moods of others – even her. It was a possibility that it was related to his ability to sense infinitesimal shifts in ship’s system functions. However, she must not allow herself to be swayed by this fact.

Not when it was entirely possible, even likely, that she was being recalled to Vulcan in order to formalize the contract made for her at the age of seven – the contract that would bind her in marriage to an architect named Koss.

And that’s it for me today...find more jottings right here! 

In case you’re a little lost as to my movie title, here’s the Big Reveal!


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!

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