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!
Well, I’m getting to this about 12 hours earlier than I did last week – but I may have to sleep before I finish it, and I haven’t been great about visiting. I’m making that a goal for this week – to visit everyone who posts a WIPpet this week.
But, fir now, let’s just get on with it, because I’d love to get this posted before I let dreams have me.
It’s time for another installment of my finally-getting–sassy-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.
Trip has just made his informal introduction, and offered his hand to the new Science Officer. Now, we get to see how T’Pol responds…
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 July 12, 2017.
- I have 12 sentences for you today – one for each day of the month, so far.
Precise and Inviolable
“Trip. I’m called Trip.” There was something in his eyes, his voice, his extended arm.
Openness. The offer of connection offset the Captain’s obvious prejudices.
“I’ll try to remember that,” she said. It would be most agreeable to tell him that she hadn’t forgotten it for a moment of the last fourteen months, three weeks, and five days. The effort not to accept the gesture, or return it, required all of her discipline, and left her badly in need of privacy and meditation against the powerful impulse to heedlessly take hold of that hand, and give herself to whatever intimacies would follow.
However, her orders from the High Command were precise and inviolable. It was her responsibility to protect this Terran crew. If she touched him now, she was certain she wouldn’t be able to objectify him as she must if she was to fulfill that duty. Her entire body was quivering slightly, attuned to his mind and his scent, and longing to share as they had in the restaurant when the strange music played.
Will T’Pol surrender to her impulses?
What will happen if she does?
If she doesn’t?
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.