I am basing my stories upon Star Trek: Enterprise, and the intriguing interspecies relationship between T’Pol of Vulcan and Trip Tucker, who is very, very human.
Neil Gaiman is the open-ended “Getting Home”.
Using these prompts, I revisited T’Pol’s unauthorized visit to a San Francisco jazz club…where my imagination has her encountering the unexpected in the form of chaotic music and a compelling young man with a harmonica…and, perhaps, a new concept of “home”.
Here’s the episode preview…
A couple passed by, leaning into one another – passion, or an attempt to keep their precarious balance?Their scents were ripe with alcohol, and their laughter commingled with percussive force, assailing my ears.I though of my small room at the Consulate, my meditation candles, the comfortable, known quiet of life among my own people. There would be no laughter there to confuse me, no risk of becoming the target of uncontrolled male desires.
It had been a foolish choice to go out alone. I would go back –
Music drifted on a salted ocean breeze – strange, wild- like the cry of a le-matya upon the Forge, seeking its lost mate…
I could almost taste the tikkin-nectars upon my tongue, the depth of longing in the animal’s solitary cry.
I couldn’t resist the call of the music. It filled me as the nectars had, and, changed and changing, I followed, trusting instinct rather than logic. It was liberating to give myself to the sensations, much as I imagined humans did.
I walked for some minutes, the music filling me, until I came to a pair of doors. Light and the stomach twisting smells of cooked animal flesh came from within; I could hear that there were at least a dozen humans inside. I turned, scanned the road in either direction – and then, I slipped through, blinking.
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