Story A Day 29: “In the Airlock”

Hello, and welcome to my 2014 Story A Day ChallengeDay 29! 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/erotic elements; reader discretion is advised.

This story is a fan fiction extrapolation of an unwritten scene based upon the  Star Trek: Enterprise episode, Zero Hour.

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

Today’s Story A Day prompt is to write a story that starts a riot.

Zero Hour doesn’t come with a built-in riot, but it does come with a scene that could grow one – well, a small one, in a sense, sort of…

I’m not sure how I feel about the story I wrote…I think I’ve got riot avoidance issues. I tend to avoid conflict in my actual life. I was raised in a home that was in a state of riot far more often than my temperament could easily tolerate.

So my riot happens in the midst of a dream, in the aftermath of a tragedy averted and another suffered…

I’ll likely end up discarding a lot of this story, or at least revising it seriously. I don’t feel I let myself go with this one, and it feels “off”.

But even the experience of writing a story I’m ambivalent about holds value. And I’m very excited about the final two….

And the part below – of the whole story, this is the part that feels really right. I think I’ve discovered that imagery works best for me, when I need to start a riot.

Maybe this was all the riot I really needed…


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

There was only this – only the frothing rush, the pleasure, the joining, the impact of each collision of physical forms, each barrier swept away beneath the force of their shared being.

Only this.

Nothing else….

“The Captain didn’t make it.”


Nothing else. Certainly, not that.

They flowed on, rushing, ever rushing…

The riverbed was strewn with obsidian boulders that had fallen from the walls of the chasm they carved with their passion. Sharp, cutting moments of altered clarity –

“The weapon exploded -“

Earth safe…and an exhaled breath.

“Before he could beam -“

“No!” They shattered the boulder, and obsidian sands surrounded them.

“Microfractures forming throughout the hull. Structural integrity is compromised.”

Only this. Please. Let there be nothing else….let there be only this…

More, so much more.

Statues of Surak lined the chasm; shattering, crumbling to dust, falling upon them…..

“Lost – I am lost….” the statues shattered, crumbled, into gray rock, blue-veined, holding power, madness, feeling…..feeling…

I wanted more.”

Fractured to her core, she sat, back to door, locked in anguish…

“Secure the trellium….secure it, and feel….”

Feel icefire in their veins, feel emotions, intense, deep, rich- to feel passion, to open, to be flooded, gasping, yearning….yearning that had a name, a voice, a smile that compelled.

It meant something. Something important, a key to the locks she hid behind…

Awakened, Awakened to the sizzling tingle, embracing…Awakened to a human…

To me?”

T’hyla. Only you….”

Only this. Please. No more….nothing else…

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.

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