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I’ve got something a little special today… here in America, tomorrow is Thanksgiving, so I thought I’d share another scene that didn’t quite make it into the current draft of my WIP…but, if you don’t want to know what goes on with TnT a little more than three years down the road….
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- Today is November 26, 2014.
- My simple non-math: Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, so here’s a treat for the season: 762 words.
This story is an add-on scene for the Season 3 episode: “Harbinger”. I‘ve done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon. It takes place some time after this scene, in the aftermath of lovemaking.
She was crying, and still quivering, and, at the same time, the corners of her mouth tugged up a tiny bit, and it transformed her face…I kissed the tears, noticing my blood on her lips, and kissed it away. Her eyes were incandescent, her soul laid bare, vulnerable, as she touched and explored – the wildness seemed to have faded, at least a little, but she explored as thoroughly as though I was a Sphere, or some other scientific mystery to be solved. She said nothing, still, but I could feel her – lost in feeling, in something that felt halfway like a dream.
I wanted to stay- wanted it more than I had wanted anything- wanted to sleep with her and wake up with her, so I could know for sure that this wasn’t all some elaborate and wonderful dream…
“Want me to go?’
I pried an eye open. “I’m half asleep. If you want me out, I’d better go now, or you’ll be stuck with me.”
“Will you stay?” Her lip trembled; as though she was afraid I would leave her alone.
“You bet I will. Come here – let me hold you.”
She curled into me, reminding me of a cat. Damn, she fit so well up against me, her breast pressed in against my side, her head on my chest. “ I can feel your heart. I believe I know the nature of revenge,” she said, almost as though she was talking to herself. “So perhaps we are not so different….”
It seemed to have some meaning, maybe even to hold a warning- but I was tired from a long day and a strenuous night, and I couldn’t think….
Sharp, panting breaths, and something – someone? – struggling against me, in my arms…
Her scent and her voice, at once.
“If you prick me, I will bleed. My blood is not red. I am not as you; not human. My blood is green, and hot, and swift, and holds more passions than your slow cool blood could ever know.”
I understood every word; but there was something strange in them. Her body was rigid, tense, quivering.
“When you breathed in my ear, it tickled. It tickled, but I did not laugh. I have never laughed. But Corporal Cole is ticklish, and laughs. Perhaps I can’t laugh.”
It clicked. Lizzie had had night terrors, when she was small. She would go stiff, like this, and holding her, trying to hug her, only caused her to fight.But T’Pol had said Vulcans guided their dreams, hadn’t she?
“T’Pol? Hey, T’Pol?”
I loosened my grip, and she got up without aknowledging me, to stand, naked and half crouched, ready for an attack, light on the balls of her feet. But her eyes were open wide, unblinking and unknowing. She was somewhere else, in her mind – somewhere with Shakespeare.
“If you wrong us, do we not revenge? You have been wronged- but you seek more than revenge. Did she hurt me? Not knowingly, no….but she hurt me, when she touched you… Trip!”
“I’m right here.” I didn’t know if she could here me, but Lizzie had, sometimes, enough to come back from wherever she’d been.
“If you prick me, I will bleed. Bleed – blood on the walls. Passion green. Fresh – get me out! Trip. So much blood; too much blood….blood of my people…”
She sagged to the floor, holding her knees, rocking, staring, sweating- like she’d been, that first few days after Seleya...
We’d all thought she’d recovered – but this looked like a flashback.
I trusted my instincts and went to her, leaning in close to her ear, knowing she might hurt me if she thought I was a threat. “T’Pol, you’re safe. Breathe.”
I placed my hands in the first posture she’d taught me, and I felt her start to breathe into it, as I slowly increased the pressure.
She came back to herself quickly. “Perhaps we’d be more comfortable on the bed.”
“You’re probably right, but this is where you were. T’Pol, how long have you been having night terrors?”
I knew her well enough to know she was evading the question. “You know what I mean. How long?’
“No, it isn’t. If you won’t answer, that means you don’t want me to know. That means too long. How often?”
She looked uncomfortable. “They recur.”
“That really doesn’t answer the question, now does -”
“Tactical Alert. Senior Staff, to the Bridge.”
“That is us.” She shifted to duty mode, as though she hadn’t just been through some private hell.
That’s it – hope you enjoyed it! =D May your day be filled with things to be grateful for!