The Manner of a Predator for WIPpet Wednesday

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.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Wrayburn.

Hello there, fellow WIPpeteers – and, to those just along for the ride – welcome! Hop in, get comfy…but don’t leave popcorn in the center seat!

It’s Wednesday again, and, again, later than I wanted it to be. My only reason is that today is a very awkward day, after a very busy week of learning and life, and the anniversary of our second child’s death in infancy.

It’s like the huge staggering fatigue and gulping breaths after a marathon has ended, and now I’m feeling tired, scattered, and emotionally frayed and a little flimsy. Fortunately for me, Trip and T’Pol are a great way to bring myself back to a more stable place. And so, here I am, with a late-ish entry into the WIPpeting for this week.

I was better at visiting last week, but answering comments is still slow going, and I still need to address my two biggest and most time-sensitive obligations – the current batch of state-required homeschool reporting, and the short story revision for my contribution to the Dark and Bitter anthology.

Right now, though –

It’s time for another installment of my finally-getting–sassy-TnT fan fiction story, adapted from Humanity’s Enterprise. It’s a patchwork of stories, written in different styles, at different times, and for different projects. I’m slowly figuring out how to pull them all together into a coherent whole that explores just how and why T’Pol was the one Vulcan chosen to accompany Enterprise NX-01 on her maiden voyage.

I’ve decided to use this story, once revision gets to a point I’m comfortable with, as part of my initiation into Wattpad. So please don’t hesitate to let me know if something’s not working for you – it will make a better story in the long run!


T’Pol has turned her back on Trip, the human man who compels her. Now what?

Here’s the standard disclaimer. I don’t own them; I don’t make money from them; I just love them, and I tell the stories they give me as well as I can.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is July 26, 2017.
  • I have 3 paragraphs for you today. Why? Because yesterday was the anniversary of my baby’s death, and Saturday is my birthday – and, in case that didn’t make it clear, 3 is my favorite number.

The Manner of a Predator

Captain Jonathan Archer had openly menaced her, but it was the other human male who presented the far greater danger. Should the Captain attempt to carry out his implied threat, he would learn the error of that action. In contrast, she had experienced much agitation where Trip was concerned. He had engendered numerous questions for which she had no answers – and also an array of inexplicable physical symptoms, such as respiration accelerated by 4%, circulation by 8%, and the tremors that had begun in her fingertips, as they had the night the strange music seemed to bind them together.

His scent rose above Captain Archer’s and that of the creature he’d called “porthos’. It was both highly agitating and paradoxically calming, allowing her to respond to Captain Archer without truly attending to the conversation. Her focus remained upon the man standing behind her – on Trip. She knew it was not possible that she perceived emotional energy she believed to he his; a tangled complexity she couldn’t comprehend, but longed to explore.

Suddenly, she was under attack from an unexpected direction – the canid quadruped jumped up and placed its anterior legs upon one of hers, and now it was staring at her, the appendage in which its spinal cord ended moving rhythmically, sniffing with the manner of a predator.

Is T’Pol in danger from Porthos?

Is Porthos in danger from T’Pol?

Will Archer try to make good on his mysterious threat?

And what is Trip feeling about all this?

Any guesses?

If you enjoyed this snippet, and want something more before next Wednesday, you can pop over to my page,  or go directly to my Story A Day May drabbles – a loosely-connected serial of bite-sized, 100 word stories written to prompts.

Read one, all, or anywhere in between – these are the seeds of longer stories to come, and each one has its own tiny little twist.

And, as always, clicking the little blue froggy above will carry you on to other WIPpet offerings from our talented and diverse group of writerly folks. You can even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined!


  1. Hugs.

    Writing is such a welcome distraction. So is reading about T’Pol and Trip. 🙂 I love her reaction to Porthos. It hadn’t occurred to me before that Vulcans don’t have pets. Still, maybe she can give Porthos a pat and lower her respiratory/pulse rates into the bargain. 😉

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