WIPpet Math:Today is May 28, 2014.
- Today’s math…
- 28 (for the date)–9 (the 5 for the month + the 4 from the year) = 17 sentences.Why? Because that’s what left in the story! =)
This month, I’m offering up a taste of myStory A Day May Challenge.I’m exploring my fanfiction concept for Star Trek: Enterprise, and the interspecies relationship betweenT’Pol and Trip, in a project tentatively titled The IDIC Romance.
A Request for Opinions…
Story A Day ends on Saturday. I have a lot of T’Pol and Trip stuff left, and I love a lot of it. Sharing would be fun…
But the stories are variable, since each used at least one prompt. POV, tone, length, level of – ahem- eroticism…there’s a lot of diversity here.
In short, if you’d like more of my Enterprise fan fiction, I’d love to share. If not, well, I’ll be returning to some old familiar friends over the next two months, so there are other things I could WIPpet, instead…
This snippet is an extrapolation from the “jazz club” scenes in the episode “Fusion”. I’ve estimated that this exchange happened about 14 months before the first mission of Enterprise NX-01, the first Warp 5 starship.
And now, let’s rejoinT’Pol, our young protocol anarchist, who followed compelling music into a restaurant…and found herself unexpectedly Awakened…
I imagined him across from me, as we knelt on the sands with the low marriage table between us, shrouded in fog. My fingers rose, trembling as they crossed the little distance to his, touched… his eyes, though soft, held promises of pleasures I had never known. They drew me in, into his mind, his soul – and we were one, the music weaving through us, sealing us together, as the fog drifted, carrying us off to my bed, and he was beside me, his cool human skin pressed against mine as we touched and explored, hungrily –
“You feel like home,” we whispered, as though of one mind. One mind, one body, one soul, soaring with the rising music –
A crescendo – rising within us, within the music –
I came to myself, my eyelids jerking open, gasping at the beauty and the shock of it-
His eyes were the first thing I saw, and, this time, he didn’t look away. He held food in his hands, halfway to his open mouth. He seemed unable to complete the motion. We remained locked within this moment, this stretching, pulsing note, and his eyes held all the things I had imagined, and more. They saw me, knew me, even cowled, for who and what I was – a Vulcan woman, born of the hot deserts.
The food slipped from his hands; fell into his lap. He uttered a half-cry, “Hey!” and looked down
With fear and desire roiling in my stomach, I swallowed back bile, fleeing out into the chill foggy night air. Just out of sight of the Consulate, I could resist no longer, and my stomach ejected its contents forcefully.
As I wiped my mouth and returned to my room, though, I knew that I was no longer home, here.
A human man had Awakened me, and he was my home, now.
Well, we’ve heard T’Pol’s side of the story – but what does Trip have to say about all this? Does he have any idea what’s going on in that pretty little Vulcan’s head? If so, what’s he think about it?
Next Week, Potentially…
These posts are the seeds of a project that will germinate over the next months, so input is especially valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my talons sheathed…for the most part.
Enterprise theme song time! =D