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Zinnias and Azaleas ( Or, Z to A!): Boldly Go #atozchallenge Day Twenty – Six

A to Z  – the final blogging frontier…

Captain’s Log: April 30, 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, shortly after my previous story, You Might Not Believe This”. Spoilers for “Home”. Approximate time, mid March, 2154.

Trip is drunk and wandering – in his own mind, and somewhere he’s not sure how he got to, or even where ‘here’ is…but he’s sure that T’Pol being married to someone else just isn’t right.

If you’d like more, you can find the complete story- in – progress, “Love and Loss”, by clicking the title. It is rated Mature, and some portions are NSFW.

This story is rated PG-13 for alcohol use and adult themes.

Zinnias and Azaleas

(521 words)

“I suppose that depends on how you define gentleman.” She’d said that to him once, and a little part of him had hated her, because she knew things about him no one else did, and she wasn’t  who his fantasies had painted her to be, and she didn’t seem at all interested in trying to live up to the part he’d assigned her.

But now, he knew it for what it was. Jealousy. Yearning she couldn’t dare to let loose, and which she had no idea how to express. He’d been intimate with another woman; didn’t matter that it wasn’t sex. To T’Pol, hands were a primary erogenous zone. He’d stuck his into a box of pebbles with another woman. He hadn’t known what it would do to her; hadn’t really even thought of her.

She’d been shocked, and angry.

Now, she seemed to be neither. Just –

“Bereft. Desolate. Hollow.”

Human words. He’d done that to her; given her feelings that her own world had no words for. He hadn’t meant to, any more than she’d meant to bite him that first time, when she needed to anchor herself against spiraling emotion and sensation.

He’d made her feel human things, and now she had those emotions, and a Vulcan husband. How could Koss understand? Would he even try?

How could she be married to a Vulcan? That made no sense. It was wrong.

“She’s supposed to be married to me.”

Just because it sounded like he was the jilted lover didn’t mean that it wasn’t true. Wait. Was he actually, really thinking of marrying T’Pol? Not just to get her out of this thing with Koss, like he’d offered at the Fire Plains, but really, honestly, Mom and Dad married?

Yes. That’s exactly what he was thinking. And that meant that he needed a drink. Or as many as he could choke down before he passed out again.

There was the sound of crunching gravel – she probably woulda heard that two minutes back. Someone or something was coming this way, and Trip didn’t want to have to explain what he was doing lurking on this road in –

Where was he again? Why was he here? Hadn’t he been in the swamp?

Didn’t matter. Knew he was too drunk to even try to hide it, and he might get apprehended as an intruder…that sure as hell wouldn’t look good on his Permanent Record…

Trip got himself out of there, staggering off the path into a pretty half-wilderness of flowers, live pine, willow, and moss, until he got hung up in a clump of fuschia azalea bushes, lived up to his nickname by tripping and twisting his damned ankle hard enough to make him yelp – so much for the covert operations – and fell into a bed of pretty zinnias just the color of one of T’Pol’s sweet work uniforms. He had just enough time to get a whiff on the way down and decide that she smelled way better when his head found a rock at the border of the bed, and it was lights out for ol’ Trip Tucker.

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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.

Remember, though the challenge ends today, the writing continues. You can find all of my TnT fanfiction at my fan fiction page. And there’s the Reflections post and the annual #atozchallenge Road Trip will kick off soon!

 

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 “Zinnias and Azaleas ( Or, Z to A!): Boldly Go #atozchallenge Day Twenty – Six

    1. Even when life is hard, Trip is lots of fun to play with. So is T’Pol, for that matter – she’s just a lot more dangerous! =)

      It’s been, as Trip might say, “a hell of a ride”. I’ve gotten over the fan-fiction posting shyness, and intend to keep going with that. It’s been a very long time coming.

      I’ll be by to check out your complete story within the next few weeks, Darcy. Scrambling for what turned out to be a somewhat ambitious CampNaNo word count today, then on to Story A Day in May, where I’ll be exploring characters and plotlines for my next two novel projects in my Kifo Island series…not Star Trek, but still a cool place to play with words and imagery.

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