I am basing my stories uponStar Trek: Enterprise, and the intriguing interspecies relationship between T’Pol of Vulcan and Trip Tucker, who is very, very human.
POTENTIAL SPOILER ALERT!
This story contains suggestive/mildly erotic elements that may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised.
Today’s Story A Day prompt is to write a storywith an eye to submission.
I entered a contest on Facebook with my post, “A Taste of Peaches”. Therefore, I decided to use this prompt to do something I’ve been planning to do: join the AdAstra Star Trek fanfiction community, where I will eventually post versions of all of these stories, and perhaps a lot more.
Whether due to the prompt, or not, this story was difficult to define. At 3805 words, it’s also my longest of the challenge, to date.
I did some extensive rewriting, to correct inconsistencies and improve the story, but there will definitely be a need for future focus for this story.
I loved delving these two pivotal episodes!
And now, an excerpt of my story,Fractured”. For the full version, click the title.
Trip clambered up from the service hatch; his eyes went first to the Captain’s chair, then his gaze swept the Bridge. “Where the hell’s our Acting Captain?” He didn’t look much better than she had, Malcolm noticed.
“She left here fifteen minutes ago, headed to Engineering. Comm’s down; we couldn’t reach you.”
“There’s nobody left in Engineering. It’ll take hours to be safe to even open the emergency bulkheads.”
“Let’s talk in the Ready Room, sir.”
“I really don’t have time for this, Malcolm – ” Trip was eyeing the turbolift; no doubt considering going after her. Just what Malcolm wanted him to do – after they talked, and Trip knew. He ought to be prepared when he found her.
“Sir, it’s of vital importance to the safety of this ship and this crew. I must speak to you immediately.”
Under his breath, so no one else would hear, he said, “It’s about T’Pol.”
Trip set his jaw and made for the Ready Room. The door was canted ajar, but it was more private than the middle of the Bridge was.
“What the hell happened, Malcolm?”
“Keep your voice down. This doesn’t need to leave this room.”
Trip sighed, and swallowed; restraint wasn’t something he was known for. “Tell me what happened, Malcolm, before I need to remind you that I outrank you.”
At least he was quieter now. “She fell apart, sir. Damn near the only commands she gave were about reaching you. We were under continuous strafing fire from multiple ships, had multiple hull breaches, and the Bridge was coming down around her pointed ears, and she was worried about the comm unit. The comm unit, sir – with you on the other end of it.”
“Engineering was the only place she even tried to call, Trip.” He lowered his voice to just above a whisper. “I got the distinct impression that she was lost without being able to talk to you, that she couldn’t even think about what was going on right here or out there. “
“That doesn’t make sense – ”
“Commander Tucker – Trip. I know you’ve got your denial routines polished to dress standards, both of you – but this ship needs its Captain, such as she is- and that Captain needs you right now.”
“I’ve got weeks worth of work to do, and no parts to do it with. “
“You can’t even get into Engineering! If you want to fix something, Trip, go fix her. We need her. She needs you. You need her. So go to her.”
“Malcolm, I don’t think she wants to see me!” Trip swiped angrily at the proof of his emotions. And I’m not sure I can see her. When you called, she was about to get in that shuttlepod and get herself killed. I tried to stop her- grabbed hold of her arm. She was shaking like a leaf, and mad as hell. She yelled at me to let go of her – yelled, Malcolm, and I don’t mean she’s a Vulcan who raised her voice. This was utterly uncontrolled. I think – ” He broke off, and stared at Malcolm. “I think she was trying to get herself killed, Malcolm. Something is really wrong, and I’m afraid I caused it- “
“Aww, hell. We’ve, uh -well – we’ve gotten really close. Emotionally…physically. Maybe she can’t take it. She’s a Vulcan; I shouldn’t have pursued her.” He turned away, his shoulders hunched. “Malcolm, what if it’s me she’s trying to get away from?”
“She didn’t go to Engineering to check the ship’s warp status. She went to check on yours.” Malcolm indicated the door. “You’re wasting time, sir. I can oversee the major repairs; weapons and life support need to be the priorities. Take the time till you can get back into Engineering. I’ll do my best to see to it that neither of you are disturbed. Do some neuropressure, do something else. Ease her tensions. We don’t need her perfect, but we need her, and we need her more functional than she was, if this mission has a chance in hell of succeeding.”
“I don’t have a magic wand, Malcolm. I might be the last thing she needs, right now. I might just make it worse.”
Malcolm studied the other man, and dropped a last photonic torpedo into his case. “Would you rather wait until she finds another way to try to run away from this? She’s mighty resourceful, and stubborn. If she does keep trying, sooner or later, she’ll succeed.”
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