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“Cause for Concern”: #JusJoJan Day Twenty

Welcome to Day Twenty of Just Jot It January, where the prompt is: “transcendent,” used any way we wish. Today, I offer you yet another peek into my fan fiction playground, with the fourth and final installment of my A Beagle’s Bedside Manner  sequel story. Follow the links below to read previous installments.

And, as always, standard disclaimer applies. I write these stories for love, not profit. I don’t own the characters or their world. It’s not my fault that they keep whispering stories in my head, and that they demand I write them, is it?

She Belonged Here


Trip spun away again, toward the door.

Please don’t go.” It was a thick, hoarse whisper; that voice she used when she felt more than she could keep inside.

When she was breaking.

That spun him round fast, but not fast enough, apparently, because T’Pol was huddled on the biobed, her knees up to her chin, hugging herself, and new tears streaked her pale face. Her eyes were focused down and away again; she needed privacy –

And she needed him.

What will Trip do next?
Will it be enough?

To read the rest of the chapter, click here, or the icon below!

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“Cause for Concern”: #JusJoJan Day Nineteen

Welcome to Day Nineteen of Just Jot It January, where the prompt is: “rubbish,” used any way we wish. Today, I offer you yet another peek into my fan fiction playground, with the third installment to my A Beagle’s Bedside Manner  sequel story. Follow the links to read previous installments.

And, as always, standard disclaimer applies. I write these stories for love, not profit. I don’t own the characters or their world. It’s not my fault that they keep whispering stories in my head, and that they demand I write them, is it?

“Cause for Concern”

If you don’t want me here for this -”

“Haven’t I made it clear that I do?” T’Pol’s unwillingness – or, more likely, inability – to release her mate might indeed become gossip, if anyone else were witness to it, but, to Phlox, it was a positive development. With her ability to contain her emotions depressed by the ravages of trellium -D and the Pa’Naar Syndrome that had already reached the moderate stages, she was compensating by entrusting herself to her mate.

“It’s not that you haven’t made it clear, pepperpot.” Commander Tucker’s voice carried a note Phlox had only heard him use with T’Pol, and only when he was concerned for her. “It’s that I’m worried that your judgment might not exactly be at its best right now. Even without – well, without those injections, it’s been a hell of a day, and you told me yourself you haven’t been getting enough food or sleep. I wouldn’t want you to regret my hearing whatever it is Phlox has to say.”

T’Pol was a most discerning woman. She hadn’t entrusted herself foolishly.

However, both she and the human engineer seemed largely unaware of the depth and significance of the connection they shared. It would be a breach of Vulcan privacy to speak on it, even if Phlox weren’t firmly of the opinion that this was a discovery they deserved the pleasure of making themselves.

What is it that Phlox knows, but Trip and T’Pol don’t?

Will Trip accept that T’Pol truly wants him here?

Is she capable of exercising good judgment?

And what does Phlox have to say?

If you want answers to these questions and more, follow this link or click on the icon below to read more of the story!

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There will be one more installment to wrap up this story, so check back soon! Until then, here’s a little something to tempt you…

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“In the Middle of Sickbay”: #JusJoJan Day Seventeen

Welcome to Day Seventeen of Just Jot It January, where the prompt is: complaint,” used any way we wish. Today, I offer you yet another peek into my fan fiction playground, with the first installment to my A Beagle’s Bedside Manner sequel story, and follows my Day 15 story, “What’s Up, Doc?”

And, as always, standard disclaimer applies. I write these stories for love, not profit. I don’t own the characters or their world. It’s not my fault that they keep whispering stories in my head, and that they demand I write them, is it?

“In the Middle of Sickbay”

“Uh, you sure you want to be hugging up on me like this in the middle of Sickbay, pepperpot?”

T’Pol breathed in the scent of her mate, wondering how she had come to be in his arms. But that question had little relevance; if her memory was to be believed, Phlox had been witness to considerably more intimate contact than this.

“I have no complaint with our current connection, t’hy’la.”

“As indeed you should not. However, it might be more prudent to move to the treatment bay; there will be more privacy there.” Phlox’s voice was calm, but firm. “While this contact is no doubt beneficial for you both, you might prefer to keep it between us.”

“Doc’s right.” Trip was watching her, his concern palpable in his eyes and his scent. “You’re the Captain; and a Vulcan.”

“I am aware of both facts.” She attempted a controlled tone, but her voice emerged in a deeper voice, more suitable to their sexual explorations. Nor had she made any move to separate from her mate.

“Mmn-hmn,” Trip said, with a crooked smile that didn’t erase his worried expression. “You’re aware; but you aren’t going to let me go, either – don’t even waste the time to tell me the logical reasons. Let’s just go ahead and move to somewhere we can pull a curtain between us and anyone who’ d be willing to gossip.” He stood up again, and carried her to the alcove, settling onto a bed with her. “There. Now, do you want me to go while -”

“I do not.” Belatedly, T’Pol realized that Phlox must have called Trip, and that suggested there was some cause for concern. She’d been in the imaging chamber – yes. A scan she’d requested – “Where is Porthos?”

“He’s gone back to his bed. Perhaps, however, he would be more comfortable with you, where he might visit the Ready Room. However, at the moment, it is your condition that must be addressed, Captain.”

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“What’s Up, Doc?”: #JusJoJan Day Fifteen

Welcome to Day Fifteen of Just Jot It January, where the prompt is: “mercy,” used any way we wish. Today, I offer you yet another peek into my fan fiction playground, with the first installment to my A Beagle’s Bedside Manner sequel story.

And, as always, standard disclaimer applies. I write these stories for love, not profit. I don’t own the characters or their world. It’s not my fault that they keep whispering stories in my head, and that they demand I write them, is it?

“What’s Up, Doc?”

Trip waited as long as he was able, but when his pacing damned near ran him into T’Pol’s window for the third time, he realized he needed to go check on her.

He hadn’t wanted her to go alone in the first place, but she out-logicked him, arguing that if the Acting Captain couldn’t manage to walk to Sickbay independently, it was conclusive proof that she needed to relinquish command. There was an undercurrent that said that, if she had to, she would order him to wait for her return. Trip didn’t press his luck; he wanted to be able to do just what he was doing now – going after her, because she’d been gone too long with no word, so that had to mean that something was up.

He was rounding the last bend to Sickbay when Phlox’s voice sounded from all the comm panels. He broke into a run, his stomach lurching first into his throat, and then down to his feet, as he heard, “Commander Tucker, please report to Sickbay at once.”

Oh, damn. Was there no mercy? Jon was dead, and T’Pol was in deep trouble –

He slammed his hand on the door release, and didn’t stop moving until he was inside. Phlox was still at the panel, staring at him. He didn’t see T’Pol anywhere –

“T’hy’la!” The half-yell was followed by thumping and the distinctive echoing bay of a beagle. “T’hy’la!” It sounded like she and Porthos were competing to make the biggest racket.

Trip didn’t wait for Phlox to tell him what the hell was going on here. He went to the imaging chamber, and pressed the button that would slide the biobed, and his frantic Vulcan lover, out of the tube.

She was wriggling down the bed almost before the toes of her boots emerged, and Trip braced himself. He’d had more than a few examples of how relentless she could be; he knew the signs.

Sure enough, by the time Porthos hopped off the bed, she was coming for him, and the impact was almost enough to bowl him over, even though he’d prepared. “T’hyla!” she whispered, and latched herself to his lips, smothering her repeated little cries. Trip gave himself to her, gathering her in close and maneuvering them onto the biobed with her straddling him. If Phlox had still had any doubts about what they’d been up to in her quarters during the last few hours, this was probably going to put an end to them.

She finally let him up for air, and Trip opened his eyes to see that Phlox was a few steps away, watching them. T’Pol didn’t seem to care; her body was hot and making demands he didn’t think she had any control over. He looked at the doctor over her head, and said, a little breathlessly, “Commander Tucker, reporting to Sickbay as ordered. What’s up, Doc?”

What is up?

Is Trip prepared for this?

Is T’Pol?

What’s next?

There will be at least one more installment for this story; maybe more. So, if you like what you read – c’mon back!

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“There Is No Cure”: #SoCS and #JusJoJan Day Fourteen

This post originally appeared on my website, Shan Jeniah’s Lovely Chaos; click the icon to see it there.
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Welcome to Day Fourteen of Just Jot It January, where the prompt is: the letter p,” used any way we wish, with extra points for beginning and ending with “p” words. Today, I offer you another peek into my fan fiction playground, because the prompt was perfect, with a third and final installment to my Arachnid Nebula sequel story, still unnamed.

To access the other #JusJoJan installments:

This is also a Stream of Consciousness Saturday post – click to learn more.

And, as always, standard disclaimer applies. I write these stories for love, not profit. I don’t own the characters or their world. It’s not my fault that they keep whispering stories in my head, and that they demand I write them, is it?

“There is No Cure”

Perhaps Kov should feel discomfort at the open intimacy between T’Pol and Trip. Were he living a more typically Vulcan life, he certainly should have, but the course of his investigations into himself and the true nature of his people had led to a greater understanding of the deeper needs that drove them, and the forms they might take. This physical expression was perhaps as near as T’Pol could come to revealing the esteem in which s he held her human Intended. His willingness to share in it was an expression of the deepening emotion he felt for this woman.

It was also an exceptionally efficient and apparently instinctive panacea against the neural devastation the onset of Pa’Naar Syndrome could cause in those afflicted.

Perhaps that explained the calming of his own agitation, as well.

“Please elucidate upon Pa’Naar Syndrome.” Had she adopted a more human manner of speech with intent, or were they already so closely connected that she would be influenced by the physical contact? Fascinating.

“The specific causes are uncertain, although it always involves a melding, and generally one that is in some way not wholly wanted by both participants. The resistance to the sharing causes a disruption of the neural net that is exacerbated if the limbic system is engaged. Untreated, it’s immediately terminal.”

Terminal!” Trip increased the pressure of his embrace; T’Pol seemed to welcome it, and to be untroubled by the significant volume of the human’s exclamation. “If that’s true, why the hell aren’t we treating her now?”

“We are treating her now, Trip. “Kov smiled. A most passionate man, and protective of those he cared for. “The emergency support provided in T’Pol’s quarters, and the contact you are currently providing, are precisely the type of treatment she needs at this stage, whether or not she develops Pa’Naar.”
“When will we know, and what is the prognosis?” She was a noted scientist, and a woman being supported by her Intended. T’Pol accepted the treatment without question, and set her attention to the next issue. A most remarkable woman, in the mate she had chosen, but she was still Vulcan.

“The next six hours will ascertain whether the damage will result in Pa’Naar Syndrome. If you have contracted the disorder, treatment will mitigate the progression for a time.” Kov paused to draw a centering breath; he didn’t wish to deliver the eventual result of the assault, but the responsibility had fallen upon him. “There is no known cure. Those afflicted eventually and invariably perish.”

How will T’Pol react?

What about Trip?

Does she have Pa’Naar Syndrome?

Well, that will have to wait a little while, but I may begin another story in a day or two, so don’t forget to come back!

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During the transition from this WordPress blog (which will soon be undergoing some changes) to my website as my primary online presence, I’ve neglected something I’ve wanted to do all along…make duplicate posts.

Today, I’m correcting that. This is experimental; it may shift as I get the hang of it.

At any rate, here’s my Day 10 Just Jot It January post, “There Are Other Dangers.” Click on the post title, or the image below:

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A Prosperous Ending: November 30, 2016

Hey there!

This is the last day of the month. Tomorrow, I start on my December goals list, looking to both wrap things up and look forward to a new year of writing challenges.

My daughter isn’t home – she’s sleeping over with her best friend until Friday – and the house is quiet with just my son and I home. A little later, we’ll be watching Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog (his choice), and Dead Poets’ Society (mine – he hasn’t yet seen Robin Williams in a dramatic role, and, at 15, he’s a very good age for this favorite of mine). Tomorrow, we’re most likely going to the Y for a workout, and to the Victorian Street Walk in Saratoga Springs, a local tradition we try to make when the weather is decent.

Friday evening, he and I will hopefully be attending Hamilton’s Albany, a documentary preview from our local PBS station, at the Albany Institute of History and Art, which also currently has a Hamilton exhibit.

Saturday is our homeschool community center holiday party….so it’s a busy spell, for us. ‘Tis the season!

It’s been a bit since I shared excerpts as part of the intro. Since I’ve been revising my fan fiction story, “First Contact, With Jazz,” I thought I would share a bit from both of my POV characters today. By the way, standard disclaimers apply: I don’t own them, and I don’t profit from them; I just love them!

T’Pol:

Once, as an infant, T’Pol had thrust her fingers into her mother’s meditation flame, despite the warning that it would bring injury. Her second foremother, T’Mir, reported that she had screamed and struggled when the physicians attempted to treat her. They had been concerned for her overall well-being, and ceased the efforts to wholly heal the wounds. She still bore faint burn scars on two of her fingertips.

She retained no memory of the pain, but she remembered the beauty and power of the flames with great clarity. The learning gained through that experience couldn’t be defined by logic. It had changed her, as she had later been changed when she ingested the metamorphic nectars of her world’s rarest fruit.

Trip:

Trip Tucker’s mama had raised him to be a gentleman. He tried not to judge the people friends picked to share their beds with, but he honestly didn’t know what the hell cultured Lara saw in that arrogant pr-

He stuck his tongue in his cheek. It was that or bite it. The things he thought had this slippery way of oozing out of his mouth, and Lara had been a good friend for a long time. He wasn’t going to throw that friendship away over a man like Orin Price-Thomas.

Did you enjoy those snippets? Want more?

Well, you’re in luck! My fanfiction.net page has ten stories to date, several still in progress.

Note: Only those goals I interacted with during this session are listed. For complete goals lists, follow the links below.

Writing:

Revision:

  • The IDIC Romance: ReviseFirst Contact, With Jazz and get it in the hands of waiting betas. Revise Chapters 4-7 of A Backdrop of Stars; review 1-3; Love and Loss. Primary goal. Began revision of “FC,WJ” First Pass Complete: Scene 1/16 first fine-tuning pass complete; Scene 2/16 first revision pass in progress; reread Scene 3/16; simmering.

Social Media:

  • Make regular visits to others participating in hops and challenges I’ve joined. This will be a Thursday/Monday focus. Primary goal. Visited a few ROWers, since I hadn’t been there in a bit, due to NaNo. One #8sunday poster so far; it’s a start.

  • Interaction: Visit website, blog, ROW80, Albany NNWM, and Yacon Village FB pages; ff.net; Twitter; Instagram; and Pinterest at least weekly, each site. Secondary goal.

Hometending:

  • Complete resets/reorganizations: study, family room, and porch. Use the 27 Thing Fling for structure/4 each per week. Add in 22 cycles a week for random indoor/outdoor tidying/hometending. Primary goal. (For the week): Random: 12/22; study: 3/4.

  • Homeschool Administration: Gather info/draft first quarter reports (due 12/15). Create Flickr portfolio for Miah; continue to file to Lise’s. Secondary goal. Lise’s 9/10 sections complete (just Attendance left).

  • Personal Administration: Clean, organize, and back up all OneDrive Homeschool, Blogging, and Beta Reading files. Maintain email below 99 messages. Tertiary goal. Wednesday/Saturday focus. Kept the email at a much more reasonable level; spikes only into the 90-range –definite progress. And, at last, all three of the directories are clean and organized.

Lifetending:

  • My beloveds: One on one time with each, doing something of value to us both, each week. Continue planning/ attending outings (personal and family) as desired. Primary goal. Conversation; canoodling; videos; workout and dinner with my Accomplice; homeschool community center time with my daughter. Upcoming events listed in intro.

  • NNWM local group: Interact regularly online and in person. Secondary goal. Visited FB page.

Selftending:

  • Journal six times each week. Gradually increase meditation to ten minutes six mornings, and four minutes three evenings. Primary goal. 3/6 journaling; 3/6 morning meditation (2- 6 minutes;). Evenings: 1/3; 3:33 (it’s a start!).

  • Fitness: Get a cumulative total of at least 75 minutes moderate physical activity 5 days weekly, 90 minutes thrice weekly. Secondary goal. 70: 3/5; 90: 2/3.

  • Tai chi class, swimming, strength, and/or cardio training for a cumulative total of ten hours. Tertiary goal. 3.75/10 hours. Cardio and strength. Not going to make this, but did make an effort…

Kait Nolan’s ROW80  –

The Writing Challenge That Knows You Have a Life!

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Haven’t shared one of these for a bit – but it seems like a good time! =D