A Vulcan Question Mark  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 been a couple of weeks since I’ve managed a WIPpet post. There’s so much that needs to happen after the death of a spouse, and I sometimes get pulled away by those realities. I thought  it had only been a week since I posted, but clearly that’s not the case.

But I’m here now, for Pi Day, so let’s get on with it, shall we?

It’s time for another installment of my TnT fan fiction story, adapted from Humanity’s Enterprise. It’s a patchwork of sorts, 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 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!


Trip Tucker has something he needs to say to Enterprise’s brand-new Vulcan Science Officer.  We pick up immediately after my last TnT post, Uhh…Listen, switching to Trip’s POV.

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 March 14, 2018…Pi Day.
  • Pi is an irrational number. Therefore, I made no count of paragraphs, lines, words, or anything else…I just wrote till I was ready to stop.

She stared straight at him, and there was something in the directness that reminded him of the way she’d looked when she first walked into Fusion – like someone totally out of her element and lost, but either afraid or unwilling to admit it.

And he was the only person she came close to knowing here – except Jon, and it sure as hell didn’t seem like he was going to be even a tiny bit receptive to any problems she might be having.

Hoshi was right. He was an ass of the highest order, and for what? Because she hadn’t wanted to shake his hand?

Get over yourself, Tucker. She needs a friend, and you’re the closest thing she’s got. So put your libido and ego away, and act like a Starfleet officer.

“I’m listening, Commander. However, I have a great deal of work to do, if you have nothing further to say.” She didn’t move, or shift her eyes, but some tiny muscles in her face moved a fraction, giving him the impression she was impatient.

“I shouldn’t have lashed out at you like that.”

“’Lashed out?’” One of her lovely, delicate brows went up a bit, and her head tipped slightly. A Vulcan question mark, maybe?

Trip thought fast, trying to put what he’d done in terms she might understand. “I let my emotions dictate my response. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You are human. I expect nothing else, Commander Tucker.”

What does T’Pol mean by her comment?

How will Trip take it?

Is this the end of Trip’s apology?

Any guesses?

If you enjoyed this snippet, and want something more before next Wednesday, you can pop over to my fanfiction.net page.


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