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.
I’m nearly two days late in posting this – life had a couple of (mostly pleasant) detours for me, and my focus needed to be elsewhere. To make it up, though, I’ll have a little surprise with my Day Twenty-Eight post, which will appear sometime on March 1.
But, for right now, we’re keeping a Vulcan lady waiting.
Today’s drabble occurs just after my previous T’Pol story, She Was Beautiful. Shran and T’Pol have a conversation in a Terran aquarium.
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.
Shran’s presence was serendipity. If T’Pol couldn’t have her t’hy’la’s effervescence, the Andorian carrying his scent would suffice.
“This is a strange place for you, Vulcan.”
“And for you.” Her legs trembled with the desire to go to him, breathe in that scent. She focused on the ballet of the marine animals.
Shran came to her. “More research?”
T’Pol offered the sketchbook.
He flipped through pages. “Archery. A wolfpack. Genus tarantula. Mallard ducks. Essence of Katafray. Definition of ‘nyctophile’. Chemical formulation of serotonin. All beautifully illustrated.” His antennae revealed surprise. “What’s the point, Vulcan?”
“It is scientific research. Nothing more.”
Will Shran take T’Pol’s word for it?
Essence of Katafray