Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Witt.
This month, I’ve been playing Evil Fan Fiction Writer. It started on the first Wednesday of the month, when I shared only two sentences, with no context at all. In case you blinked and missed them, or forgot them, here they are:
“No. Honestly, I’m more interested in the guy in the bathroom.”
Yup. You got it.
I’m not telling you this week, either.
Except that I’m kidding about that. This is the week you find out who’s behind that door, and consequently the object of Hoshi’s interest.
And, as a bonus, you also get to find out what the bleep he’s doing in there, and get an idea why T’Pol has to go in the first place.
Why am I being so nice? Well, yesterday was my nineteenth wedding anniversary. I felt like giving you a little bit of a gift! ❤
Here’s the standard disclaimer. I don’t own them; I don’t make money on them; I just love them!
Today is August 24, 2016
Twenty-four sentences. Easy-peasy!
“I CAN’T Think”
“You wish me to leave you?” T’Pol turned her back on Hoshi to stare at Trip. Her voice sounded like she might cry, and Hoshi remembered her in the aftermath of Trip’s transfer, pacing and crying for a mate she thought she’d lost forever.
“Just feel my mind, tinatinga, and you’ll know what I want. But we’ve gotta make it through the next hour or so, get that damned list from Jon, and get back here or to your place, before we can do that. It’s our likha, remember?” The way he was using those Filipino words, and the way they seemed to soothe T’Pol, made her happy that she’d given them that PADD.
“Malcolm, I need you to go wait in the head – with the door closed. And locked.”
“Trip, you can’t think I -”
“You’re right. I can’t think – and you’ve got no idea how strong these Vulcan instincts are. So go wait in the head with the damned door closed and locked, until my woman is out that door – because I love you, but, if she walks past you, I may have to kill you.”
Hoshi’ had seen Trip angry – it got to be a pretty regular thing right after the Xindi attack. But he wasn’t an angry man by nature, or not by his own nature anyway. On the other hand, T’Pol was standing there, her back arched more than a little, her hands playing with each other behind it. Hoshi could see her face in profile – chin up, and the visible nostril flaring. Her skin had gone a lovely burnished copper.
She clearly liked the alpha-male behavior – which could lead to a dangerous situation, since she’d been clear about not wanting to give in to “my primal nature,” as she’d called it.
“It’s time to go, T’Pol.”
“Go?” T’Pol didn’t even glance in Hoshi’s direction. “My ashayam is here.”
“That’s kind of the problem, pepperpot.”