Story A Day May 23: “Entanglements”

Hello, and welcome to my 2014 Story A Day Challenge,Day 23! If you’d like to read today’s story without commentary, click here.

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.



This story contains suggestive elements that may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised.

This story is a fan fiction extrapolation of an unwritten scene in the  Star Trek: Enterprise episode, Harbinger.

T’Pol and Trip are property of Paramount; no copyright infringement is intended.

Today’s Story A Day promptis to write a story that included this Shakespeare quote, in words or in spirit.


“If you prick us, do we not bleed?

If you tickle us, do we not laugh?

And if you wrong us, do we not revenge?”

I spent many hours experimenting with this story. I have the elements – and a thousand or two extra words to be used as the foundation for tomorrow’s story.

I do love me some Shakespeare!

I’m not sure I captured what I wanted to. I’m not sure I know exactly what that was. Like the quote, it goes beyond the words, for me, to something deeper and wider and more primal than language…

I’ll be coming back to today’s story, the same way I come back, again and again, to this clip from “Harbinger”…the moment when years of learning and growing that have been a dance become…more.

Much more.

And now,an excerpt of my story, “ Entanglements”.For the full version, click the title.

“If you prick us, do we not bleed?

If you tickle us, do we not laugh?

And if you wrong us, do we not revenge?”

In a quiet and candlelit room, on a vessel poised at the edge of boiling entropy, T’Pol of Vulcan sits upon her floor, back to the chaos without, mind turned to the chaos within. She stares, unblinking, at the flame before her, considering the words of a human who died nearly six hundred years before her birth. Old words, in the human sense, but she is of a world that reveres old words, and old ways.

What thee are about to see comes down from the time of the beginning, without change.

This is the Vulcan heart; this is the Vulcan soul. This is our way.”

Those words, older by millennia beyond measure than any human words, had been spoken over her head, almost sixty years ago, now – but T’Pol remembers still how they seemed etched in flame, hovering in the hot air; promise and prison at once. The boy kneeling upon the sands across from her seemed to accept it calmly, without question; his mind was still and quiet as it was bound to hers –

As she was locked into a life no one had asked her if she wanted. What use, when desire could never stand against the force of logic?

Impulsive,” she’d been called, more than once. “Your emotions are too close to the surface; you must apply yourself to the discipline of suppression. Logic above emotion.”

Words that aroused unspoken rebellion within her. As a child, she’d pressed herself against the rigid confines of a Vulcan life, much as the anomalies beyond the window pressed themselves against the normal space around them…

No matter how she applied herself, she failed to achieve what all around her seemed to have as birthright – unruffled logic, patterns lived out without variation, as designed. No desire for anything that was not logical and quantifiable.

T’Pol thought it looked something like a living death, but there was no logic in saying so. They would not understand.

She had broken free- but to what? If she was not a Vulcan, living a Vulcan life, then what was she?

She rouses restlessly, abandoning her meditation, and stalks first to the window, then to her desk. She escaress a carved stone box that rests there. It can’t be Vulcan to crave emotion with such power, to seek it out, to welcome it, to revel in the changes it’s wrought within her, to return again and again to that which carries such destructive potential.

Once, she had seen the dangers so clearly, and yet, still, the emotions compel her, offering something that echoes the wild music of Earth, and the Awakening power of one human male…

She travels from window to box, and back, three times. The candles and the calm they offer burn ignored behind her – it’s not order that she craves, now, but chaos…

Logic can’t offer any answer to the puzzle held in the words, in the mystery of desire, of whether a Vulcan could ever hold what a human needed.

And if I can’t? I will be no less Awakened…”

There were no answers in the forms of Vulcan. She must seek beyond them.

The window, and the box – and the promise of touching the anomaly field that had lain, for so long, trapped within her –

You can find all of my May Challenge stories at my “official” Story a Day blog. My commentary on the process of creating these stories is here.

Interested in reading more Story A Day offerings, or joining the challenge? It’s not too late!




  1. Ooh, that sounds like a fun challenge – it’s been a few months since I was writing consistently, every day, and I miss it.
    Loved this scene. I think you really got to the depth of her character.

    • Deniz,


      I’m sure you’ve had a few other things to think about, lately. I’m also sure some of those other things will end up inspiring writing, eventually.

      Thank you. T’Pol fascinates me. There is such depth and texture to her, and she’s certainly not perfect. I like the way she’s so often struggling with what she wants versus what’s expected of her, and her human shipmates are thinking how she’s got everything under control…and meanwhile, sometimes she’s coming apart.

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