“Playing Along”: The IDIC Romance for #WeWriWa #8Sunday

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday!

It’s the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday and 9:00 AM on Sunday. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their #8sunday posts.

This week is the beginning of something a little different…I’ll be serializing and sharing my Star Trek: Enterprise flash fan fiction story, “Mission Accomplished”, in its entirety. In the interest of full disclosure, the first two lines are from a prompt; therefore not my writing.

The situation is fairly self-evident: two characters, a datapadd, and a job to do when they might rather be doing something else, instead…

Playing Along

“A killer is on the loose, having broken into the home of a wealthy woman and left her for dead. He absconded with a few items, then left the initials, ‘M.A.’ ” Trip lowered the padd to watch his companion.

“Is this all the information we’ve been given?” She returned his gaze over her mug of mint tea. Steam curled up, fragrant, blending with citrus, minerals and sandalwood. That said she had other ideas about how to spend the next several hours.

He was tempted to turn the padd off, and let her lure him to her quarters, where candlelight could shine in her dilated eyes, and glow softly on copper skin.

“Commander, although I find it illogical, the Captain has ordered us to ‘play along’, and I’d like to be finished as quickly as possible.”

Formal as ever…except, three days ago, she’d decided that wearing clothing in her quarters was ‘illogical and inefficient’.

Will Trip allow himself to be tempted away from duty?

Will his as-yet unnamed companion continue to ‘play along’?

And what about the mysterious “M.A. Killer”, anyway?

Come on back next week to find out!

Although I’ll admit that I was a bit stymied at first, I had a lot of fun with this prompt, which is part of the Story a Day September challenge.

And, of course, the obligatory disclaimer:

Trip, T’Pol, and Trek: None of these are mine. Can I help it if these two unlikely lovers keep insisting I tell their stories? =)

Want more #8Sunday?


  1. Frankly, I concur with clothing being illogical and inefficient. Alas, the husband and I have a roommate. Who is my brother. So, ew.

    I’m not *huge* into Star Trek, although I do love me some Dukat… But I loved this!

    • Umm, yeah… in your case, nudity must be tempered with reality. Mine, too, since I have a fourteen year old son who does NOT want to see me in my skin! Also, EW!

      Dukat – is he the Cardassian of “There. Are. Four. Lights!” fame, or am I thinking of someone else?

      I am equally tickled, but in very different ways, when someone who’s not especially (or at all!) a Trek fan loves my fan fiction, and when dyed-in-the-wool fans do.

      At its best, Trek transcends itself, and becomes more than sci-fi.

      Trip and T’Pol are just a fantastic couple, with all kinds of layers and conflict and connection. It doesn’t hurt that they keep putting these stories in my head, sometimes even waking me up at night (yes, T’Pol, I’m looking at you!), and insisting that I write them (about 200K so far!

      Glad you enjoyed it, and I hope I can give you a repeat experience next week! =)

        • I knew I knew the name, but I didn’t get as caught up by DS9 or Voyager as the other series (and, other than Spock, who is just plain awesome, I like Enterprise better than all the others). So very much for a writer to play with! =)

          The quote is from TNG. It might be the first time, or one of the first times, we really get to ‘meet’ a Cardassian. Captain Picard is taken prisoner and tortured by his captor, who wants to break him by forcing him to say there are five lights in the room, when there are only four.

          It’s a gripping episode, and, at the end, Picard nearly spits at his totmentor, “There. Are. Four. Lights!”

          It was brilliantly written, and Sir Patrick delivered that line with pure Shakespearean fury.

    • I see that I need to clarify the tea thing (although, by this point, once things are in order, readers should be very familiar with the fact that Vulcan females excrete an arousal pheremone which, to Trip’s human nose, anyway, smells like a shifting blend of citrus, sandalwood, and minerals…the levels of each say specific things about her arousal level, and the direction it’s taking. (that’s not canon, but since Vulcan females have a heightened sense of smell, and Vulcan sexuality is a lot more – well, PRIMAL – than human, it feels right, to me, that the women would involuntarily ‘announce’ their readiness…

      Her tea is mint; she favors simple tastes.

      As for the clothing – with a newly realized bond to explore, and Trip finally back on Enterprise after she thought he was gone for good, because of her, let’s just say that being dressed is really going to get in the way of doing all the things she’s nearly compelled to do with him (not all sexual, but all involving a very high degree of intimacy that nakedness supports much better than being dressed.

      I’m glad you liked it – T’Pol is definitely prone to being hilarious and unexpected, even if she herself doesn’t see it that way.

      I can’t wait to share the next excerpt! =D

    • Why, thankee, ma’am! I’ve been through the whole story (it’s just under 1000 words), and I think I could delete a couple of sentences, add a few, and have the appropriate number for a couple of months’ worth of snippets…I’m trying to make sure each snippet ends with a bit of a hook…

      Happy to hear that this one did!

  2. I love the description of the tea. I’ve always been a tea person, and have only had coffee five times in my life, two of those times by accident. Maybe it’s the old-fashionedness and wider range of personalities which appeals to me, though I suppose I could’ve developed a taste for coffee if I hadn’t been so repelled by my first taste on my 13th birthday.

    I also love how clothing is considered illogical and inefficient in her quarters! It’s unfortunate how Western society makes so many people feel uncomfortable with the mere thought of nudity, even if they’re alone or in the privacy of their own home.

    • Maybe I should’ve clarified the tea description a little. The tea is mint; she also favors chamomile, but she wasn’t attempting to relax, here.

      The citrus, sandalwood, and minerals are Trip’s interpretation of her arousal pheremones, the blend of which shifts with her receptivity.

      As she’s sipping the tea, and they’re dealing with this mystery, Trip can tell by her scent that she’d rather be doing – well, something more intimate, and not in the Mess Hall.

      I have this theory that Vulcans don’t have a concept of body modesty. Clothing is for shelter,identification, and the social conventions of other species. Between those involved in an intimate relationship, in a private setting, there would be little need for them.

      At this point in the story, T’Pol has realized that they’re telerotically bonded, and informed Trip. There’s been a separation, and they’ve just begun to heal their rift. Clothing is definitely not necessary, and possibly detrimental, when they’re alone together.

      It’s also possible my own views on nudity have crept in here….

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