Engineering Relationships: The IDIC Romance Advent Calendar

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Welcome,welcome, welcome! Happy December, everyone! May the last month of your year be filled with, love, laughter, sharing – and all the joy your soul can hold, and then some, so that it flows out from you and embraces others.

To help that wish along, I’ve created a special Advent calendar. It’s as non-denominational as it can be, because it doesn’t stop on December 25 – and because it espouses the concept of IDIC – Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations. 

Every day, all month, I’ll post a short story. These are freewritings I wrote as part of my preparations for another project. They’re rough and imperfect; I’m only going to correct for spelling and grammar. But each one is a little gem in the making…literally.

Enterprise Advent 4I’ve decided to change the name of this project. That’s reflected in this post’s title; I’l go back and change the banner in the next day or two.

OK, time for a quick briefing:

  • Spoiler zone ahead! If you were to want to start watching a show that was canceled a decade ago, and you don’t want to know what happens – well, this could be a good post to skip. I’m looking to delight, not to spoil.

  • The base art for the calendar elements of this post was created by Annalise S. Burton, and is used with permission and compensation.

  • I don’t own Trip, T’Pol, or the franchise that conceived them. These stories are offered as a gift, without expectation for any compensation. Of course, comments, rhapsodizing ramblings, and honest feedback of all kinds are always welcome!

And now, to the calendar…..we lift the tab…and find…a peeping T’Pol?!

Enterprise Advent 4

There were many ways in which being the only Vulcan on a Terran starship was far more difficult than T’Pol had anticipated when she agreed to remain with Enterprise.

However, there were also ways in which it was most advantageous. She didn’t have to enter a room to hear what was being said within; humans had designed their doors and bulkheads in accordance with their own auditory capabilities, and, although many of the crew now knew that her hearing was superior, they still tended, in the fashion of their species, to assume that if they couldn’t hear through the walls, neither could she.

So she stood outside the door to Engineering, and listened.

I’ll tell you, Lynn – I thought I was a goner, that time. Out of air, all three of my lights malfunctioning, and caught in a whirlpool that kept trying to yank the regulator out of my mouth -, and once I got free of that, I was so spun out and dizzy, I didn’t know which way was up, or out, either..”

Didn’t I hear you say once that a diver can follow his bubbles to the surface?” The woman’s voice was an irritant. T’Pol had no claim on Commander Tucker – but she didn’t want any other woman to have one, either. Illogical, but undeniably true, and it had been since the first.

Trip – Commander Tucker – laughed. “Yeah – but it was pitch black in that cave, and there wasn’t exactly a lot of turning-around room -less space than there is between the two of us, right now – hey, didn’t expect to see you here again today, T’Pol.”

She hadn’t intended to push the door open – it had been an instinctive response to his interaction with Lieutenant Hess. These responses were becoming more frequent, and she wasn’t controlling them as well as she once had. Was that due to her advancing Pa’Naar Syndrome, or something else?

Are you just here to stare at us, or did you want something?” Once again, she’d caused him to become emotionally agitated. She would spend her meditation tonight attempting to devise a formula by which she could determine when she was most likely to do so. But now, she must give him some answer that would ease his agitation.

“I would like to know what happened next.”

I don’t follow you.” Illogical in the extreme, the way humans expressed themselves. She moved further into the room, and, even as he disavowed the fact, he was indeed following her.

You were in dire danger, but, as it’s clear that you survived the circumstances you were describing, I hoped to learn how you accomplished this.”

Seconded,” said Lieutenant Hess, whom Trip had called Lynn.

Well,” Trip began; she had known from the first that he enjoyed an audience. “You were right about those bubbles, Lynn – “

“Tactical Alert! All senior staff, report to stations.”

Was it illogical that, as she hurried from Engineering to the Bridge, T’Pol regretted that she wouldn’t hear the end of his story?

Why is there a Tactical Alert?

Will T’Pol eventually give herself away?

How did Trip survive?

Will T’Pol ever hear the rest of that story?

Will we?

Well, that’s where you come in. If you read and comment, I’ll add a paragraph to the story. If you suggest a prompt, I’ll find a way to use it. If you want to know more, I’ll explain a bit of the premise behind the story.

Here’s the deleted scene from the Season One episode “Shuttlepod One” that partially inspired this post, when combined with my own northern Florida diving experiences …and,remember, you can access all my IDIC Romance Advent stories right here!



    • They certainly do! At this point, though, it was still a toss-up as to whether either of them would ever really connect that to those developing deeper feelings…

      I love the idea of T’Pol being able to hear through the bulkheads (hey, no one ever said she couldn’t!), and her accidentally opening the door, hanging on Trip’s every word….

      I say that totally happened! =)

    • OK! I’m running two days between posts and additions, so you can look for that on Sunday.

      So happy you’re enjoying these – I intend to be better at answering comments this week, now that I’m getting better at incorporating these into my post-NaNo blogging schedule.

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