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Takin’ a Swan Dive: #SoCS and Boldly Go #atozchallenge Day Twenty

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Captain’s Log: April 23, 2016

These are the fan fiction voyages of the starship Enterprise (NX-01),  the first Warp Five capable Terran craft. Humans are now able to explore strange new worlds, seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go….

I don’t own Enterprise  or her crew. No monetary profit is gained from these stories. I just want to share my passion for these characters and their world.

Still using the timeline as it exists. This story takes place a few weeks after Season Four, Episode 3, Home”, some days after yesterday’s story, Seleya. Spoilers for that. Approximate time: early to mid March, 2154.

T‘Pol‘s post-wedding actions, and his own, send Trip into a downward spiral. He’s alone and drinking heavily in the Everglades, after recording a message to T’Pol and then deleting it.

Clicking on the story title will take you to the full story. Warning: this bit is PG-13; the full story is rated Mature, and the rating is deserved. Deals with sexuality and drug and alcohol abuse.

“Takin’ a Swan Dive”

(61o words)

It took three tries, and three misses, before Trip was able to get the idea that he was way too drunk to be messing with the damned PADD. Which probably meant he was also way the hell too drunk to be sitting in the crotch of a mangrove tree, in the middle of what was left of the Everglades after Degra’s pilot had done his duty.

“Nother alien, nother wound…think I woulda learned,” he muttered, then reached for the cooler he’d hung on a conveniently angled and broken limb. Maybe he was already way too drunk for that to be anything like a good idea – but he didn’t give a damn, not now. Maybe he’d never be sober again.

It was good to be numb. Cept that, even numb, he could still feel the pain. He was gouged like the Glades, like Florida, like Earth –

Like his soul.

Why the hell did he feel this way? Damned alien woman hadn’t given him any reason at all to feel that way. Hell, she’d come right out and said that she was conductin’ an “exploration of human sexuality.” Shoulda taken her serious, never let her back into his quarters or his pants, or, if he did, shoulda used her the way she had him. Never shoulda fallen in love with her – and never ever ever shoulda done what he did with her after she went and married that damned Koss fella.

She said she did that for her mother – but was that really the truth of it? Or had she just gotten her Vulcan jollies with an inferior but gullible human specimen, and now she could have her once every seven years, never needin’ to deal with any of his emotions – and she didn’t have any of her own.

No, that wasn’t right. There was the trellium, racing through her, makin’ her into something that she wouldn’t have been, if she wasn’t with them, if she’d gone the hell home before the Expanse like she shoulda. Instead, she got addicted –

Was it fair to blame her for that?

“The hell with fair!” It was a raw scream. “Ain’t none of this fair!” Dim memory of Mom reminding him that “ain’t” isn’t a word, but he didn’t care about that now. It was a little stab back at her – not Mom, but the woman who wouldn’t even know what “ain’t” meant. He screamed the word out across the swamp, joining his voice to the sound of night birds, frogs, and the ever-present buzz of mosquitoes that probably wouldn’t like her green blood-

The PADD slipped from his hand, and his clumsy grab missed, nearly propelling him after it as it bounced off branches, then splashed into the dark shallow water.

“Took a swan dive, didja?” He cackled. He’d held onto the bottle of tequila, anyway, and, once he got his laughter under control, he took as deep a swig as he could hold – more than he could hold, really, because most of it came back up only a few minutes later. He replaced it more slowly, this time, sipping and brooding as he stared down at that water.

Gators in that water. Bacteria. Copperheads, maybe.

What would it feel like, to be in a gator’s jaws as he started his death roll? To get an infected cut that spread, and did him in? A copperhead’s fangs sunk into him, pump’ virile poisons into his blood – like trellium in hers?

Trip stared down into the water, thinking that, instead of poisonin’ himself in slow motion, maybe he ought to be takin’ a swan dive of his own.

This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday -an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt: ta”as British slang for “thank you”, or as the beginning of a word. I chose to go with American slang of the type a very drunk, very hurt Florida boy might use.

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For an added treat, visit other blogs on the #atozchallenge roster. There is a huge diversity to choose from, and I think that’s something T’Pol would find most agreeable, indeed.

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!

10 thoughts on “Takin’ a Swan Dive: #SoCS and Boldly Go #atozchallenge Day Twenty

    1. Trip is the easiest male character I’ve ever written. I’m not sure why, but maybe it’s that he doesn’t usually leave any doubt how he’s feeling. Where a lot of men tend to hold things in, he’s out there, emotionally.

      I’m glad you popped by! =)

    1. It’s just like a real couple from very different backgrounds trying to negotiate a relationship…only way more complicated.

      As to whether T’Pol can or will save him…time will tell, but I will be with this story for at least four more posts, and maybe all six. =)

    1. Of course, in the state he’s in, you’d be likely to knock him out of the tree…he might not mind that right now, but I think he’ll get past the worst of this, once he realizes that he’s not doing himself or anyone else any favors this way.

      And it could be that there’s been a woman or three in his life who can help him with that realization, if he just gives them a chance.

    1. You don’t need to sign up to read. You’d need one to comment, but you DO have other ways to tell me your opinions, if you don’t want to sign up. =)

      I’ve had account there since 2012, but I totally forgot about it till this year, when I started posting.

      Boldly Going Through the Alphabet!
      @shanjeniah
      Part-Time Minion for Holton’s Heroes
      shanjeniah’s Lovely Chaos

    1. I’ve got a thing for Vulcans, and the very brave humans who love them. =)

      Poor Trip isn’t having an easy time of things here, and the lady crying in the desert sixteen light years away isn’t any better off…

      I’m in the process of watching everything, but I seem to keep going back to Enterprise. T’Pol is such a fascinating Vulcan, and I love this romance. It’s improbable, and yet very real in its depth and complexity.

      Glad you liked it!

      Boldly Going Through the Alphabet!
      @shanjeniah
      Part-Time Minion for Holton’s Heroes
      shanjeniah’s Lovely Chaos

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