Welcome to Day Sixteen of Just Jot it January, where, for a month – well, we jot. Whatever. However. Wherever. Whyever. It’s graciously hosted by Linda G.Hill.
Today’s prompt, “elegance ” comes to us courtesy of Kelli of Forty, c’est Fantastique. When I saw this prompt, there was only one way I could go….Hope you like this little fan ficlet you inspired, Kelli! 😉
For more on the basis of this story, you can watch the Star Trek: Enterprise Season One episode, “Fusion”.
And, as always, I don’t own them; they’ve just got a direct link to my imagination. This story was written for passion, not profit.
That was what she had. Something Natalie had no clue about.
Trip stood there, outside the Consulate where the lovely young cowled woman had vanished, and considered her. That was better than trying to figure out what the hell had happened between them, if it hadn’t just been his own imagination, or a little more Guinness than he thought he’d had, or the damned headache – he’d forgotten about that headache, while he was tracking her through the cool and foggy streets of San Francisco, and it was taking revenge on him now for jilting it.
And just how had he managed to find her, when she had about five minutes’ head start? Yeah, at first it was her delicate and unmistakable oranges and sandalwood scent hovering in the damp air like a rare and exotic desert flower, but that hadn’t gotten him here, not with the way she’d been circling. There was something more –
Something Trip’s sickly pounding head just wasn’t ready to pull apart and examine. He would; he knew that. It’s just what engineers did. But he couldn’t do it now – and he didn’t want to. It scared the hell out of him, even thinking about what had happened, or what he thought had happened –
What the hell was that, anyway?
“No. Not gonna think about it.” He stuck his tongue in his cheek and wondered why he was still standing here like some lovelorn teenager with no idea how to talk to a girl –
But then, she wasn’t just any girl.
She was a Vulcan.
A beautiful, sexy, elegant, incredibly desirable Vulcan.
And Lieutenant Commander Charles Tucker the Third knew he was in deep, deep trouble.