“You Were Awake!?”: The IDIC Romance for #WeWriWa #8Sunday

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For me it’s a second chance to share a small snippet of my current writing. Most weeks, I tie them back to my WIPpet Wednesday  post, so reading both can give a deeper peek…


  • Trip, T’Pol, and Star Trek: Enterprise belong to Paramount, even if Paramount has forgotten all about them. They insist they have more stories, and that I tell them…

  • This is an extrapolated “missing scene” story, detailing some of what might have happened during the months’ long and scarcely shown return to Earth in S2E26 “The Expanse”.  Spoilers for that episode.

This snippet is rated PG-13 for suggestiveness, allusions to alcohol use, and language.

This excerpt follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet Wednesday post, “So Sorry”. The Story A Day May prompt was a two-voice, dialogue-only story.

The first sober morning after days of being falling-down drunk is never easy – and it’s even trickier when you wake up naked, and in, shall we say, an extremely compromising position, in the Vulcan first officer’s bed… and she seems to have no clue why you’re apologizing to her…

I’m offering ten sentences today, because the new rules let me, and because it makes the passage so much better! =D

“You Were Awake?!”

“Commander -”

“Mind if I don’t look at you? My head feels like it’s about to fall off, and I – I just can’t, after I woke you up that way- hey, what the hell is that?”

“Inaprovaline, for the pain. Anti-nausea medication. A broad spectrum vitamin supplement designed to replenish what you’ve depleted, over the last few days. Commander – Trip – I wasn’t asleep.”

“You weren’t asleep?! You mean you were awake?! For – for that?!”

What will T’Pol answer? Will Trip understand, or make her understand why he’s so sorry? Will he be able to look at her, ever again? Will the medications help? Will Trip forgive himself? And maybe most importantly – where are his clothes, anyway?

For those who really want to know, here’s the “Stuck in Space” arc:

Beginning next week, I’m letting these two have some privacy to -ahem – work things out, if they can. I’ll be offering excerpts from Generations,  the second novel in my Kifo Island Chronicles near-future fantasy series.

If you’re a fan of Trip and T’Pol, though – don’t worry. They have plenty left to say, and neither one is known for being especially willing to take no for an answer, so I’m sure they’ll have more to share…eventually…after Trip finds his clothes…or decides they’re just not that important…

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  1. Interesting situation indeed and I like the way you’re handling the two very different cultural viewpoints about what’s going on, what might have happened and/or will happen. Delicious stuff!

    • I really feel for them both here. Trip’s so muddled, so lost, so hurt…he needs the kind of practical, non-judgmental, matter-of-fact acceptance T’Pol’s offering…

      But he’s got no idea how muddled and lost she is inside…and just how much she enjoyed being awake all night, so close to him, while he slept…and being able to take care of him in this rather intimate fashion…

      They are quite delicious, aren’t they? Maybe why I never seem to get done with them! =D

  2. It’s nice that she’s so patient with him (even if, at the moment, he’s probably not able to really accept it,… and she would not call it patience, but simply the logical response to dealing with the situation).

    It’s nice… though she surely doesn’t see it that way, nor does he at this point, I’m sure.

    • No, she doesn’t see it as nice – only as tending to the practical issue of helping him return to a state of physical and emotional well-being.

      Of course, were she to let us delve her motivations for this, rather than giving us her standard Vulcanspeak, “I have my reasons,” we’d see some things that don’t exactly seem so practical, logical, or anything else.

      We’d see a woman who’s hurting for this man, yearning to be near him, wanting him to be well not for the benefit of the crew or the mission – but because SHE needs him to be well, because his pain is, in some sense, her pain.

      And, at this point, poor Trip is utterly oblivious to the tangles of emotions and instincts she’s dealing with under all that practicality…

      If he did, he might stagger out the door, clothes or not, as fast as his lurching could take him…

      On the other hand, he might do a lot more things the more gentlemanly parts of him would blush at, later….

      It was a very fun story, but I have a feeling they aren’t done with it yet…

  3. He must’ve been drunk off his gourd, if he had no idea she was awake, or at least can’t remember she was awake. I wonder how much it took to get him that drunk. My only real time of being drunk (as opposed to merely very tipsy) happened with just four beers.

    • Honestly, Trip says he’s kind of foggy on the details (if you asked him right now what day it is, he’d have no clue). I think he probably started drinking sometime shortly after they relieved him of duty because he was trying to upgrade the engines to the point where the speed was too much for the ship’s structural integrity to handle (honest, he was going to deal with that after he got Warp 6.5 out of those Warp 5 engines….).

      He’s been self-isolating for at least several days, so…

      But, then again, T’Pol was perhaps more than slightly motivated to be still. She’s not the type for lots of excess movement, to begin with, and now she’s got unclothed Trip in her bed with her…

      Vulcans have certain biological imperatives that humans don’t. My guess is that this turn of events is much more significant for her, on many levels, than Trip can even guess at, yet….even if he were sober and not extremely hung over…

      She might have been meditating, or trying to. She might have been just laying there absorbing the moment – Vulcans are good at that kind of thing…she might also have been having some very – umm, shall we say – illogical fantasies regarding him…

      She’s not willing to divulge that information yet, and would rather we didn’t speculate, as speculation is illogical when data is insufficient.

      At any rate, Trip woke up certain that he’s overstepped, big time, and she was still and quiet enough that he didn’t know she was awake when he did – whatever it was that he’s apologizing for.

      Honestly, at this point in my life, I don’t think it would take four beers for me to get really drunk…but I can’t imagine DRINKING even close to that many. I don’t enjoy being drunk, or more than only very slightly tipsy.

    • T’Pol is a she, not a he. A Vulcan she. So capable of staying up all night, if she chooses, or if there’s a particularly fascinating unclothed human Chief Engineer sleeping it off in her bed…

      She gives him the supplement the morning after – he’s had quite a grief-inspired bender, for a few days, and she’s the only one who knows about it (mostly because it’s her boots he puked on, but also because of Vulcan Reasons).

      I’m not sure Trip’s EVER really going to understand how she could have been awake and not – umm – tried to stop him doing the unnamed thing he was doing when he thought he woke her up…

      Vulcan Reasons, again. If women are mysterious to men, T’Pol is orders of magnitude more confounding (maybe especially now, for Vulcan Reasons he’s got absolutely no clue about, since he’s most definitely a human…).

      Talk about a complicated mess to wake up in, massively hung over…

      Fortunately for him, the lady is very much the practical type, and she’s going to help him through…just maybe not in the way or for the reasons he expects…

  4. Vagrant Rhodia

    For the fifteen minute interlude, neither of us spoke. No music was played, so I couldn’t focus inside myself. I began to steal glances at her like she was a puzzle that had stumped me. She was much older than I by at least ten to fifteen years and through flashes of headlights I could have sworn I saw an old woman’s face. Deep creases lined her eyes so that they seemed to float deep inside bone like they were half asleep. I wanted to see more so I asked her a question about her past. As she talked, I continued to study her like she was a rare species of animal. At a stoplight, she parted her lips and the beautiful teeth that I had seen earlier had disappeared as thought they were simply a figment of my imagination. A dark hole replaced the white perfect squares and I saw nothing but blackness. A blanket of anxiety settled on me and I began swallowing hard.

  5. Uh oh! Awkward situation… 🙂 lol. Well written, Shan!

    I saw a movie that made me think of you–and how much you love Star Trek. Have you seen Larry Crowne? There’s a brief scene that is priceless. 🙂

    • i saved this till I had a chance to watch it, because I knew I’d heard the movie, and maybe the Trek mention, somewhere…

      Turns out it was my Accomplice, who watched it a few weeks ago. I think he mentioned this, but only after, so I didn’t see it.

      It’s a hoot, especially the bit at the end, with the Trek/Wars confusion…

      I still love Enterprise the best. There was something about the body language of DS9’s Vulcan that felt – wrong – to me. There’s a certain stillness that seems to fit the species. Some people, even giggly ones like Jolene Blalock, can capture it, and make it seem perfectly natural. Others don’t quite manage, and, to me, they just look like people with fake ears.

      The kid in the clip, though – now HE could totally play a Vulcan. He’s cool like that.

      And yes, Trip is feeling mighty awkward, and THOROUGHLY ungentlemanly, right now. If he knew what T’Pol was feeling, though….well, it’s be a whole OTHER kind of awkward! ;D

      Last thing…while I have nothing against Star Wars, it’s never caught me the way Trek did, way back when I was 13.

      Star Wars, you see, is utterly devoid of Vulcans. =)

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