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 used randomly gathered word prompts for each day’s story. These appear in bold, and contributors are credited at the end of the post.
I’m a day late with this final post– life had a couple of (mostly pleasant) detours for me, and my focus needed to be elsewhere. To make it up to you, I’ve got a special treat – a story for each of the three arcs. These aren’t necessarily conclusions, but they do feel like natural stopping points, of a sort.
For those wanting more, I will be developing these drabbles (say that three times fast!) into the next two to three chapters of Love and Loss at fanfiction.net. You can find the entire story-to-date by clicking the title in the first paragraph above.
And now, on to the drabbles – all occur just after the previous posts with their focus characters. I’ve condensed the donor list to a single heading for each person generous enough to throw some words my way.
A word of warning: the first story is not intended for those under 18, due to its more than slightly suggestive nature. NSFW on that one; the other two are PG-rated, at the most, and fine for general consumption.
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.
“A Few Other Things” - NSFW!
Travis was smoothing eucalyptus moisturizer while soft music played when Hoshi said, “I’ve got some happy news.”
“Tonight you get to open the box.”
“Uh-uh. Have fun!”
“Back in a jiffy.”
And he was. “You sure?”
He lifted the lid. “Vibrators?!”
He read labels. “Conical Wizard? Mr. Moose?”
“The Proctologist? Clydesdale Stallion? Bubble Witch?!”
“Those sound interesting.”
“Shark Attack? Snow Fairy? What are these?”
“I told you, vibrators. And a few other things.”
“Sensuous Sexting. ’Edgar’s Angry Dome makes for happy genitalia.’ Did you rob a sex shop?”
“No, lover. They’re poker winnings.”
“Like It Didn’t Hurt”
“’Bog roll? Dig Tree?’ What’s this, Trip? A memoir about our survival training in Alice Springs?”
“Well, that’s where those words come from. But this is for T’Pol.” He almost managed to say it like it didn’t hurt; like they didn’t both have to some pretty damned huge rejection issues.
“’Rhombus? Flanelette? Duvee?’ I don’t get it.”
“Well, it’s kind of a game I used to play – helped me sometimes, when I wanted to throw her out the airlock. Try to stump her with words she didn’t know.”
“Fanfiction. Smurf. Manslaughter.” Jon handed him the PADD. “Well, does it work?”
“This isn’t about science, Vulcan. We both know that.” He read the list to give her the time to compose herself. Stretch marks. Snowman. Pissed-off cat. Red Panda. Gecko -
“We do.” So soft he almost didn’t here her. It made him remember how he’d found her, and Shran settled beside her, there on the floor. Annuity. Greenstick fracture. Aerobics.
“What will you do, T’Pol?” Tag! You’re it!
“Return to Enterprise. Be near him.”
“It’s this, isn’t it? Baroness. Ruckle. Posion-dart frog. “A survival mechanism.”
“Yes. Words he’s said, and I’ve researched. Through this, we can touch.”
And thank you to all the prompt contributors who made this story possible!
Tag! You're it
pissed off cat
poison dart frogs
vibrators (so blame him for the NSFW stories, if you need to blame someone. My mate has a delightfully naughty mind!)