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It Was Impossible for WIPpet Wednesday

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 Wrayburn.


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!

It’s Wednesday again, and, again, I missed most of the other posters, and haven’t answered comments. I keep meaning to do those things, but life has been a whirlwind lately. It’s a little like I’m at a buffet, and someone else keeps bringing me plates of food to add to the heaping one I’ve already got in front of me.

There is just so much going on right now! Most of it is new, and involves a lot of learning how to do things I wasn’t even aware of a year ago. My brain and my mind are full, and so is my life.

I will get back to visiting and answering comments…things are finally getting to a point where I can see them leveling off ahead…after this weekend, there will be an easing, and, within the next two weeks, I’ll have addressed my two biggest and most time-sensitive obligations – the current batch of state-required homeschool reporting, and the short story revision for my contribution to the Dark and Bitter anthology.

Until then, though, things may be a bit hit-or-miss where my visiting and responding is concerned. I ask forgiveness, and patience – I will be making up for the lost time. August is slated to be a much quieter month for me, and I’m not looking for things to fill it up with!

Right now, though –

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.

I’ve decided to use this story, once revision gets to a point I’m comfortable with, as my initiation into Wattpad. So please don’t hesitate to let me know if something’s not working for you – it will make a better story in the long run!

Recap:

T’Pol longs to touch the human called Trip, with whom she has some personal history…but her duty requires that she objectify the humans. Will she give in, or follow orders?

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.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is July 19, 2017.
  • I have 10 sentences for you today – adding the digits of the date, and the fact that it’s ten days to my birthday. =)

It Was Impossible

She must protect him. She must protect them.

As for what they had shared, it was impossible. Other than an awareness of other Vulcans, and deeper awareness of one’s family, hers was not a telepathic species.

She was not related to this or any human. They had never touched; other than a few words immediately before she returned to the safety of the Consulate, they had never spoken. Those words didn’t constitute a conversation.

Therefore, logically, they had shared nothing but a commonality of location for a brief time on a single Tuesday night fourteen months, three weeks, and five days previously. Her desire to touch her paired fingers to his, to experience the blending of their bioelectric signatures, was illogical, and must be repressed, if she was to fulfill her orders here.

T’Pol turned back toward Jonathan Archer, and clutched quivering hands behind her, the scars on her fingertips still throbbing with the urge to touch the human called Trip.

How will Trip interpret T’Pol’s lack of response?

Will she be able to protect this human crew?

Will they allow her to?

Any guesses?

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.

And, as always, clicking the little blue froggy above will carry you on to other WIPpet offerings from our talented and diverse group of writerly folks. You can even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined!

Posted in Challenges and Contests, Enterprise fan fiction, Flash Fiction Pieces, Just for Fun!, WIPpet Wednesday, Writing in Freedom, Writing Samples

Precise and Inviolable for WIPpet Wednesday

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.

Recap:

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.

WIPpet Math:

  • 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?

Any guesses?

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.

And, as always, clicking the little blue froggy above will carry you on to other WIPpet offerings from our talented and diverse group of writerly folks. You can even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined!

Posted in Challenges and Contests, Enterprise fan fiction, Flash Fiction Pieces, WIPpet Wednesday, Writing in Freedom, Writing Samples

Beautiful Naked Ears for WIPpet Wednesday

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, last week I was announcing that I was getting into the habit of posting early…but then the month ended, the month began, my focus shifted…and now it’s after 7 PM on Wednesday, and I’m just getting to this post.

Okay, so it’s a habit, but not yet an ingrained one. =D

Anyway, I’m here now, and that means…

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.

Recap:

Trip’s “Vulcan Surprise Package” has just walked into his life for the second time –and he’s seeing lots of possibilities….

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.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is July 5, 2017.
  • I have 5 paragraphs for you today – one for each day of the month, so far.

Beautiful Naked Ears

“Oh, I forgot – Vulcan females have a heightened sense of smell -”

John said it like the lady didn’t know, and went on to blame poor Porthos. But Trip was thinking fast, wondering if she liked the way he smelled as much as he liked the way she did. Maybe this conversation was his way to find out, and wangle an opening with his sweet Vulcan Surprise Package into the bargain.

“I took a shower this mornin’, Cap’n. How ‘bout you?” He laid the accent on nice and thick, friendly-like, hoping it would hit those beautiful, naked ears just right, compared to the way Jon was snapping at her.

It worked. Jon made the introduction – okay, he dumped the entire “Commander Charles Tucker the Third” on the poor woman, but that was all right, because now that the formalities were over, he could focus right where he wanted to – on the informalities. Trip got up, trying to look to Jon like he was just extending courtesies along with the hand he stuck out for her.

What he said now mattered. One chance to see whether he still mattered to her. She was turning to him, and his hand was waiting. He looked into those guarded hazel eyes, and wanted more than anything to see them open up again. “Trip. I’m called Trip.”

Will T’Pol shake Trip’s hand?

Will she call him Trip?

What’s next?

Any guesses?

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.

And, as always, clicking the little blue froggy above will carry you on to other WIPpet offerings from our talented and diverse group of writerly folks. You can even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined!

Posted in Blogfest Entries, Challenges and Contests, Enterprise fan fiction, Flash Fiction Pieces, Just for Fun!, WIPpet Wednesday, Writers' Resources, Writing in Freedom, Writing Samples

A Pile of Moments for WIPpet Wednesday

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’m getting into this very good habit of setting this post up early – it’s Thursday night as I type this (and Saturday morning, early, as I finish it up in my blog template). I’ve found that, when I wait to do these small blogging tasks, life tends to suck up the time, and, before I know it, I’m rushing to get things done.

Now that I really realize that the problem is the assumption that I’ll find the time, rather than a serious flaw in my motivation and commitment, I’m starting to learn how to work with it.

I even managed to read last week’s posts before they went away!

These are just two of the benefits of my taking the month of June to focus on drafting for my blog. There are many others – but that’s not the point of this post, and it’s not why you’re here, so let’s get on with the business of the day, shall we?

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.

Recap:

Trip’s “Vulcan Surprise Package” has just walked into his life for the second time –and he’s seeing lots of possibilities….

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.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is June 28, 2017.
  • I have 6 paragraphs for you today – for the month.

A Pile of Moments

Then again, she was right there in front of him, and the rear view was – well, completely worthy of this sweet little ship. The strangely patterned one-piece outfit she wore covered her from neck to boots, but it didn’t do a damned thing to hide those lush curves and taut lines that had grabbed hold of his imagination a year ago. How in hell could the Vulcan High Command send her to a ship whose crew was two-thirds human males, dressed like that, and expect anyone to focus on work?

Not very damned logical, was it?

He thought of Soval, and Mr. Velik, his visiting sophomore biology teacher, and how dry and passionless both were. Then again, maybe the Vulcans never considered how taking this lovely young woman out of her robes would affect the crew. Maybe they didn’t even notice…

Come to think of it, Jon didn’t seem to notice how tempting she was, either – and he wasn’t exactly “extending her every courtesy,” or anything else. She made a tiny little sniffing sound, and he responded tersely, “Is there a problem?”

“No, sir.” Her voice was guarded, walled off – but Trip just heard her whispering her mantra while she clutched a light pole, and remembered her wide, unshuttered eyes pulling him into her while Silas played –

Now might not be the time, but they had eight days, and a simple taxi run – okay, a taxi run into the unknown, but still, there would have to be a pile of moments they could use to get to know each other a whole lot better.

Will Trip get the chance to explore those moments with her?

Will they live up to his fantasies?

What history does Trip have with this woman?

Any guesses?

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.

And, as always, clicking the little blue froggy above will carry you on to other WIPpet offerings from our talented and diverse group of writerly folks. You can even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined!

Posted in Blogfest Entries, Enterprise fan fiction, Flash Fiction Pieces, Just for Fun!, Life Writing, Stream of Consciousness Saturday, Writing Samples

“Hey, T’Pol?” for SoCS

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.

“Hey, T’Pol?”

“Mind if I join you?”

“No.”

“What are you reading?”

“I have a new language lesson from Ensign Sato.”

“Well, you look a little confused.”

“I am. Your language is most imprecise, Commander.”

“Tell me about it. On the other hand, don’t.”

“I already have. I can’t undo the action now.”

“You could if you talked to the Cap’n’s friend, Daniels.”

“That is illogical. The Vulcan Science Directorate has determined that time travel is impossible.”

“Hey, T’Pol?”

“Yes, Commander?”

“Wanna know something?”

“If it is something of significance?”

“Well, I’ll let you be the judge of that.”

“What did you wish to tell me, Commander Tucker?”

“I’ve determined that the Vulcan Science Directorate having a single imaginative thought between them is impossible.”

“It’s not their duty to pursue imaginary thoughts, Commander. It’s their duty to advance scientific theory.”

“Whatever you say. You want help with the lesson?”

“I’m uncertain that will be possible.”

“Are you criticizin’ my command of my native tongue, Sub-Commander?”

“Not at all. You seem to communicate well with your fellow humans, despite what Ensign Sato has intimated.”

“Let’s come back to what Hoshi said about me later. If you don’t think I’m incompetent, why don’t you think I can help you?”

“Because my difficulty is with the illogical nature of the material, not with your proficiency. You can do nothing to alleviate that problem.”

“Wanna bet?”

“If you’re proposing a wager, Commander, you must first name the terms.”

“Looks like you’re almost out of tea. If I can’t make some sense of whatever’s got you stymied, I get the refills.”

“And it you are able to provide clarification, Commander?”

“You put the PADD down when I bring the next round, and we just talk until it’s gone.”

“Your wager is acceptable.”

“Okay, then. Show me the part that’s tripping you up.”

“It is this: ‘Rain. Reign. Rein.’”

“I can see why that would be tricky – honestly, that one got me a lot when I was a kid, too.”

“I’m neither a young human, nor an immature member of the goat family, Commander Tucker.”

“Yeah. I know that, but that’s a whole different thing. I’m not ready to start working out idioms with you. That would be like pulling your eye teeth.”

“I wouldn’t advise attempting it -”

“You don’t say.”

“I just did.”

“Forget it.”

“Unlikely.”

“I mean let’s change the subject, before you give me a headache.”

“Are you unwell, Commander? If so, there’s no need to attempt to assist me. Perhaps you should return to your quarters and rest.”

“I’m fine – it’s that damned language barrier again. Or the brain barrier. I’m not tired; I need something to figure out. So c’mon. Hand it over. Hmmm…so what is it about those three that’s catching you?”

“The words are each spelled differently, and have different meanings. I further suspect that there are nuances of meaning, in each case, which I don’t understand. For instance, rain. Your language database contains a remarkable diversity of words to define liquid precipitation, all of which are essentially variations on several easily quantifiable conditions . Would it not be more efficient to identify the forms by those measures?”

“Well, I guess that’s true enough – but that’s just not how we do it. It wouldn’t be useful to me unless I was conducting some kind of experiment.”

“Why not?”

“Let’s circle back to that one – I need to think it over a little. How about the other two?”

“I would rather focus on precipitation now, Commander. It seems likely that Ensign Sato will be able to adequately explain my difficulties with the other versions of ‘rain/reign/rein’ when I next consult her.”

“Okay, so what do you want to know about rain? I mean, what can I tell you that you don’t already know first-hand? Defining rain by measurable variables doesn’t say anything about the way ir feels on your face, you know?”

“No.”

“No, what?”

“No, I don’t know. I have seldom felt rain in that manner, and have never had the leisure to explore the sensations associated with it.”

“You mean you were never an adorable tiny little pointy-eared pixie with great big eyes turned up to the sky in a rainstorm? Not even once?”

“No. It seldom rains on Vulcan, Commander, and virtually never in the region where I was raised. When rain occurs, it never reaches the ground.”

“Never? What – is the whole planet a desert or something?”

“No. One point six percent is not.”

“And so you never felt rain when you could just be there with it?”

“No.”

“Well, then – that’s why all our names for rain don’t make sense to you. You don’t have a frame of reference.”

“That is unlikely to change.”

“Now, wait a minute. We can’t exactly just step outside and take a walk in the rain, but there’s a way you could get an idea why we have so many way to describe rain. Play with the adjustments on your shower; Starfleet assigned something pretty dull, but I went all out and made sure every shower head on this ship has enough variety to simulate at least a few dozen types of rain, more or less – you’re not saying anything.”

“I’m considering the concept, and devising an experiment to test the theory.”

“Well, while you do that, I’ll get the refills. It’s up to you now – did I win my bet, or not?”

Trip grinned as T’Pol set her PADD to the side, decisively. Now all he had to do was not let on how much he was fighting imagining her in the shower.

This post is for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, where this week’s prompt is rain/reign/rein, one or all, used any way we like.

Wade into the Stream of Consciousness right here!


Posted in Challenges and Contests, Enterprise fan fiction, Flash Fiction Pieces, JuNoWriMo, Just for Fun!, WIPpet Wednesday, Writing in Freedom, Writing Samples

This Wasn’t the Time for WIPpet Wednesday

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’m early with the drafting again, and intend to have this post scheduled before life can throw me any more curve-balls. That’s the plan, anyway – that, and getting around to see everyone this week, since it’s Monday morning, and I’ve yet to visit anyone from last week (hopefully, that will happen a bit later in the day, after I finish my JuNoWriMo word count, and do some printing for my Accomplice’s business.

It’s time to get a better handle on my blogging. I don’t feel quite right when I skip posts and hops that feel like regular parts of my week. I’ve actually been working on solving that problem all month, by building a stockpile of raw blog material as my JuNoWriMo project. It’s working out so well, I may do this every June. If I can manage to prepare enough, I might be able to get through the rest of the year with just a couple of hours a week of maintenance and rebuilding.

I’ve also brought this feature back to my WordPress blog, which is easier to comment on. I’ve got plans for better cohesion and use of this blog and my Squarespace website, but they’re still in development, so I’ll wait to say more on that until I actually have something more concrete to announce.

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.

Recap:

Trip’s “Vulcan Surprise Package” has just walked into his life for the second time – but now she’s their Vulcan “chaperone.”

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.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is June 21, 2017.
  • I have 6 sentences for you today – for the month.

This Wasn’t the Time

Trip tried to wipe off the ridiculous grin he knew he was sporting, but had to settle for covering it with his hand, and hoping that Jon couldn’t see him past the husky-voiced Vulcan Surprise Package who had just walked back into his life. Not that he’d mind if she knew how thrilled he was that she was their Vulcan “chaperone,” but Jon had some rather unpleasant ideas about Vulcans – and Trip had never really argued with them.

It was going to be hard to go from saying he’d be happier with a beagle on the Bridge than a Vulcan, to being delighted at her arrival. And, whatever had been in those gorgeous eyes of hers, he wanted the chance to see them up close. Preferably, while he was holding all those luscious curves right up tight.

But this wasn’t the time or place for that kind of entertainment.

Will Trip be able to keep the secret?

Does T’Pol even want him to?

What would Jon say, if he knew the truth?
And, by the way, what IS the truth?

Any guesses?

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.

And, as always, clicking the little blue froggy above will carry you on to other WIPpet offerings from our talented and diverse group of writerly folks. You can even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined!

Posted in Enterprise fan fiction, Just for Fun!, WIPpet Wednesday, Writing in Freedom, Writing Samples

A New Note for WIPpet Wednesday

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!

Confession time. Here’s what I’ve got. *

I’m writing this post very early – like before 7am on Saturday early.** I don’t usually do this, but the kids’ quarterly homeschool reports are due on Thursday, and I’ve been busy with the omniscient Other Things, and have barely made a start, so my plan is to “clear the decks” so to speak, and then focus on the reports as a primary goal until they’re submitted.

So anything I wrote today about the week to come might be obsolete by the time you read this. Therefore, maybe we should just get on with the snippet, since I’m pretty sure that’s the reason you’re here…

*Sometimes, I mix fandoms. Often, I use gratuitous Hamilton quotes anywhere they fit!

**And still, life got in the way of my plans, and it’s Thursday evening, and it’s still not posted. But, on the other hand, the reports have been submitted, and the state-required standardized tests have been ordered. What’s that they say about the best laid plans of mice and writers? =/

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.

Recap:

T’Pol, struggling to maintain control, loses it at the sound of a specific voice, and is about to enter the room it came from earlier than she had intended.

Today, we shift to the POV of the owner of that voice.

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.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is June 14, 2017. ***
  • I have 11 sentences for you today – I added the digits for the day and month.

***Except that it’s not, anymore…

A New Note

The door chime sounded. While Jon answered, Trip made sure he was almost slouched in the not-quite-comfortable guest chair. There’d only been one Vulcan in his life he hadn’t seemed to irritate the hell out of, and he figured it was more logical to just go with it than try to change it.

The door slipped open – and he damned near jumped out of the chair before he got his muscles back to completely-at-ease. Well, most of them, anyway.

He smelled her even before he saw her. That orangey, smoky, scent he remembered was laced with a new note, delicately spicy with a hint of something like jasmine. But now she was here, stepping over the threshold, and Trip stared the way he had at the first water bottle he saw when he and Jon came out of survival training in Alice Springs.

Damn! She looked straight at him, her hazel eyes intense and saying things he didn’t quite understand, except that some part of him knew exactly what she meant. He wanted to hold that contact forever, but she was already moving briskly into the room, spine straight as a Y axis as she turned to face Jon.

So why does Trip recognize the Vulcan woman?

What’s up with the way she smells?
What will happen next?

Any guesses?

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.

And, as always, clicking the little blue froggy above will carry you on to other WIPpet offerings from our talented and diverse group of writerly folks. You can even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined!

Note: This is what happens when fans get hold of Star Trek. Video potentially a bit too saucy for work or small children.