Ritu from But I Smile Anyway created the #Loveuary blog hop, which feels like a perfect time to explore the next three chapters of my Star Trek: Enterprise TnT fan fiction story, Love and Loss – a hundred words at a time.
I’m using word prompts for each day, randomly gathered. Prompt words appear in bold, and today’s contributors are credited at the end of the post.
Today’s a special day – it’s my Accomplice’s birthday, and he’s exactly 20 years older than he was two decades ago, on the day we met in the kitchen of a restaurant that no longer exists.
Five years and a day ago, he had a life-threatening motorcycle accident. We spent his birthday that year in a haze, while he began the long process of recovering from eight broken ribs, a lacerated spleen, and a collapsed lung after hitting a deer and being thrown a hundred feet.
So, today, I understand the pain of a love threatened...
This drabble takes place just after “Bad Art.” Trip and his dad have run into Shran.
One more thing: Standard disclaimer applies. I don’t own these characters or the world they inhabit. They just like whispering and shouting stories into my brain, which I share with you freely, as an act of love.
“How have you been, pinkskin?” Shran’s raised eyebrow stabbed at Trip’s heart. Too much like T’Pol. Damn. Now his eyes were moist.
“Well, son, I’m going to give you and your -” Trip heard the “strange” Dad never said - “friend some privacy to catch up.”
Damn again. He’d be slime if he skipped out on Shran now. Trip pasted on a faux-happy-go-lucky grin. “Can’t complain.”
“Taboo subject.” Tentacles of grief strangled the cord of love that was already wrapped around his soul. He wiped his eyes.
Shran clapped his back. “Let me buy you a drink, pinkskin.”