Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!
How are you feeling, this week? I’ve had a rather unpredictable week, with some moments of beauty and grace and humor, and a bit of frustration. I’m past my bout with food poisoning, and mostly back to my life as it is. The kids and I took in A Midsummer Night’s Dream in a landscaped ampitheatre at a local college; I got a strenuous workout, and I’m planning a trip to NYC to meet a writer friend- more on that as plans firm up.
I’ve also shifted my main writing focus from drafting Perchance to Dream, to revising the rough draft of Chameleon’s Dish. This means that, in a few weeks, I’ll have enough to return to sharing the adventures of Tisira, Henry, and Nockatee. I’ve missed them, and I don’t think I’m alone.
Until then, I’m continuing with snippets from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge: Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip. I’ll be sharing the remainder of this story, and a Twitter fiction, before we give Trip and T’Pol some much-needed privacy.
Story a Day is just that- a story every day in May. To make the challenge more interesting for myself, I used all of the prompts offered throughout the month. The stories are sequential, with various tones, POVs, and voices.
For those keeping track:
This is the fifth installment of Story #4, “Tigress T’Pol” . The prompt was to write a story of exactly 2000 words. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story.
- Today is August 6, 2014.
- 21 sentences (8+6+2+0+1+4=21), plus the last two sentences from my previous post, for needed context.
This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, “Danger, Trip Tucker!”. Trip and T’Pol are alone together in a cell on Rigel 10, trying to learn how to get along. Of course, that might be easier, without their mutual attraction…
This is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: “Broken Bow Part 1”. I‘ve done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.
“Mind if I ask where a Vulcan learned to fight like that? I thought your people were pacifists.”
“Vulcans believe that even pacifists benefit from the ability to defend themselves; therefore training begins in childhood. I continued my study beyond the required level, as I find it useful not only for self-defense, but also for physical and mental discipline, and in the mastery of powerful emotions.” She looked straight at me out of those lovely caramel eyes, and I noticed flecks of green and gold in them – damn, they weren’t brown, up close, but something more like hazel – and this time, I could have sworn there was humor in the lift of her delicate slanted eyebrow. “Perhaps similar training might relieve you of the emotional impulses that lead you to behave like a – jackass.”
I laughed out loud, and I swear her eyes brightened a bit, almost like she was pleased by my reaction. Damned if she wasn’t even more intriguing now than she’d been in that club, where I’d fantasized about making love with her. Since she’d crashed our mission, I’d spent more time imagining what it would be like to strangle her. Now, though – now, it almost felt like maybe, just maybe, we could learn to be – friends? Did Vulcans even make friends?
Only one way to find out. I just hoped I wasn’t about to be a jackass again.
“Listen, T’Pol – can we talk?”
“We are talking, Commander.”
I sighed, and looked around the totally nondescript little cell we’d been shoved into. Maybe she didn’t know how condescending it sounded – she was the most literal woman I’d ever met. “No, not like this, with the Subcommanders and Commanders, talking about culture. Just Trip, and T’Pol, having that chat we both wanted to have a year or so ago, at Fusion.” I chewed on my lip as I dared to look at her again, knowing I’d put myself way out on a high limb.
“I don’t know what you mean,” T’Pol said huskily, as she turned half away. I watched her lovely profile as she swallowed hard, like she was fighting with herself, or those ‘powerful emotions’ she was supposed to master. And – were her cheek and the tip of her ear actually turning green?!
Will T’Pol admit that something happened between them, in that jazz club? Will Trip fall off the limb he’s out on, or keep his grip? Will they ever get out of this cell, or find the Klingon they came to Rigel to retrieve?
You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet!
These posts are the seeds of a project I’ll be expanding in 2015, so your input is always valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun… for the most part. 😉