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.
Hello there, fellow WIPpeteers – and, to those just along for the ride – welcome! Hop in, get comfy…but don’t leave popcorn in the center seat!
I…uh….didn’t post last week. I meant to, but the week got away from me. You see, I’d gotten behind in posting my #StoryADay stories, and wanted to have them finished by the end of the month – which, of course, was last Wednesday.
I made it – but only barely.
I didn’t make it here, though.
Today, I rectify the error. We left T’Pol standing outside the door to Jonathan Archer’s Ready Room, trying to convince herself that she’s going to be able to follow the directives of the Vulcan High Command, and resist a certain human who goes by the name of Trip.
I think most of us can guess how well that’s going to work out…but let’s get on with this, because we’ve kept a certain pointed-eared lady waiting on the threshold, and a certain engineer is poised on the edge of getting the surprise of a lifetime – for the second time…
Yup, it’s time for another installment of my on-the-verge-of-getting–sassy-I-promise TnT fan fiction story, adapted from Humanity’s Enterprise. It’s a patchwork of stories, written in different styles, at different times, and for different projects. I’m slowly figuring out how to pull them all together into a coherent whole that explores just how and why T’Pol was the one Vulcan chosen to accompany Enterprise NX-01 on her maiden voyage.
T’Pol stands outside a door of the Terran Warp Five vessel, Enterprise, to which she has been temporarily assigned. Someone on the other side causes strong physical responses within her, jeopardizing her control.
Here’s the standard disclaimer. I don’t own them; I don’t make money from them; I just love them, and I tell the stories they give me as well as I can.
- Today is June 7, 2017.
- I have 7 sentences for you today.
“My Mind Rules”
“I am Vulcan. My mind rules.” The mantra did nothing to still the trembling, or the accelerated blood flow; but it did allow her a point of focus beyond the physical symptoms he caused within her. “I am Vulcan. My mind -”
“ – I’d be more comfortable with Porthos on the bridge.”
The impact of the voice erased all control, and, without conscious thought, paired, shaking fingers pressed the signal which controlled the door, and she was stepping through, to the place where Trip waited.
Why does the voice affect T’Pol this way?
Will she be able to regain her control?
What will happen on the other side of the door?
If you enjoyed this snippet, and want something more before next Wednesday, you can pop over to my fanfiction.net page, or go directly to my Story A Day May drabbles – a loosely-connected serial of bite-sized, 100 word stories written to prompts.
Read one, all, or anywhere in between – these are the seeds of longer stories to come, and each one has its own tiny little twist.