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 It’s #WIPpet Wednesday !

K.L,Schwengel’s brainchild encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

WIPpet Math:

Today is December 11, 2013.

  • I added the month and the date: 12+11=23.
  • I then added the digits of the year. 2=0=1=3=6; 23+6=9.
  • And, as a holiday treat, I added 4, to give you my favorite number – 33 sentences total.

No one offered a favorite for this WIPpet, so here’s more of my Trueborn Warp series Star Trek fan fiction WIP, King of Shreds and Patches:

Spock and an enigmatic woman from a troubled time in his past struggle to save two worlds from alien threats, neither knowing whether their renewed connection will bring salvation or devastation.

We join Jim Kirk as he prepares to meet with Admiral Nogura, with the intent to get the Enterprise back. This scene occurs shortly after Jim’s previous WIPpet, “There’s a Thing Out There!”

This WIP is set in the time frame of Star Trek: The Motion Picture. Within the Trueborn double series, this WIP occurs before Spock discovers whether T’Lys is real, or a childhood delusion carried into adulthood. It’s the companion volume to Sima Garo Provides (Trueborn Weft Series), original fantasy.

He’d told Sonak the meeting wouldn’t last three minutes. Maybe the Old Man had spies on the landing platform, because he kept Jim waiting exactly that long before he entered his private conference room. Jim came to attention, and waited another minute for Nogura to acknowledge, and gesture him to a seat. Form was important to the Admiral.

“Now, then, Jim, what is it you wanted to talk about?

“With your permission, sir?” He held up the data chip with all his reports and analysis on it. Nogura nodded, and Jim inserted the chip, thinking of the other one, the one in his pocket, almost like he was carrying Spock around as a talisman.

Nogura listened to the spiel – the whole thing, which came in at two and a half minutes – he’d timed it.

“I believe, Admiral Nogura, that I am the only man for the job.”

Nogura watched him for another long minute, and the three Jim had projected stretched into four, with nothing decided. He couldn’t get the ship launched early if he didn’t get the command, then get over there. He started to feel the tension and pressure, but the small weight of Spock’s data chip in his pocket helped him to find calm again.

“I’m not sure there is a job to do, Jim – and you haven’t been in the center seat for over two years, now.”

“That is true. On the other hand, Decker hasn’t commanded anything other than a research craft, in space. And, for the last two years, he’s commanded a starship in drydock.”

“You recommended Captain Decker glowingly, Jim.”

“With the understanding that he’d have a five-year mission to cut his teeth on, Admiral, not a potentially vital mission to save the planet.”

“I’m not at all sure there is a need for a mission.”

“That thing is still headed on a direct course for Earth, Admiral. I’ve been tracking it – it’s incredibly fast. We won’t have a lot of time to act, if it turns out to be dangerous, and you’ve sent the Enterprise off somewhere else. Is that a chance we can afford to take, Admiral?”

Five minutes, now, and another while Nogura just sat there and watched him. Finally, he said, “You make a valid point. How long do you need to get the ship ready?”

“Twelve hours from the minute I set foot on that Bridge.”

Another minute ticked away. Jim mentally held Spock’s message in his mind, to calm himself.

“What else do you need?”

“I need Bones and Spock.”

“Do I need to remind you that they’ve both resigned their commissions?”

 

There we have it – a man with a mission, now accomplished. Will things go smoothly? Is he ready for this? Will Bones and Spock be found?

For December, pick the WIP, and POV character! If you have a favorite, don’t be shy! Someone decides, and it could be you! This WIP is the default.

And here’s a song for the returning Captain…

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It’s #WIPpet Wednesday !

K.L,Schwengel’s brainchild encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

WIPpet Math:

Today is December 4, 2013.

  • I added the month and the date: 12+4=16 paragraphs, post-NaNo edited.

Nobosy offered a favorite WIP for this WIPpet, so here’s more of my Trueborn Warp series Star Trek fan fiction, King of Shreds and Patches:

Spock and an enigmatic woman from a troubled time in his past struggle to save two worlds from alien threats, neither knowing whether their renewed connection will bring salvation or devastation.

We find Spock, kneeling upon the sands of Gol, cast away by the Kolinahru he hoped to join. This scene occurs before Amanda’s snippet, Prodigal Son.

This WIP is set in the time frame of Star Trek: The Motion Picture. Within the Trueborn double series, this WIP occurs before Spock discovers whether T’Lys is real, or a childhood delusion carried into adulthood. It’s the companion volume to Sima Garo Provides (Trueborn Weft Series), original fantasy.

I held the symbol of Kolinahr, cast upon the sands as I had thought my emotions to be. I caressed it, craving touch, craving T’Lys, craving the solace of the entity’s pure, layered, logic. Craving, too, the promise of nothingness Gol had offered – and which I had, in a single motion, rejected.

I had not known that I would lift my hand, and deny myself the peace, the prison, of Kolinahr, until I felt it lifting. I’d spent the threeday between alone upon the Forge, meditating, sobbing when I could not resist, but not allowing myself the pleasures of self-gratification – something within me was far too open, too yearning. I feared that, if I gave myself to those primal impulses, even once, I would not be able to stop short of giving myself over in another lifebond with T’Lys….

And still, I did not know if she was real, and had no way to ascertain it, unless I could find her…

I considered that course of action, considered leaving Gol and procuring a shuttle (how I would accomplish this, I knew not; I had released all my resources and holdings to others before joining the retreat here), and simply traveling in the direction that led to her….until I found her, ran out of fuel, or died. I was not certain that I cared which…

When I found myself running toward ShiKahr and its spaceport at midday, I knew that I had not attained Kolinahr, that I had only been hiding my emotions, even from myself. There was no logic in that, either…

I went back to the desert just beyond Gol, where I would not be seen, and turned to the entity again, away from T’Lys and the enticing chaos she had so often brought me.

But, “Sima garo provides,” she whispered, as I left her. Even in this, she inflamed my imagination, kept a part of me to herself, would not release me.

Then, as now. I was still unsure whether I had lifted my hand, or if she had – but the result was the same. I had made the staying gesture, and that invited the touch of the Master’s mind. Had I been seeking that out, all along – another mind to touch, to connect myself to? After so much separation, and isolation, could it truly be so simple as that I needed that connection, to something or someone? To anything or anyone, indiscriminately?

When she had touched my mind – it shamed me to remember, but there was no logic in that, nor in attempting to forget what was etched within memory; etched in flame – when she touched my mind, I responded first as a male, surging toward what was female within her, my telerotic centers, so open and filled with T’Lys, seeking hers, offering, pleading for her to see me only as a male – a male who wanted her, wanted to touch, to pleasure, to claim, to dance, to find the bliss of Attunement.

For a moment, she responded, and there was shock in it for both of us….we almost gave in to it, to the searing, surging power of it…

“No, Spock. I am not what you need.” Still, despite her words, she did not withdraw, instead offering soothing touches to the inflamed parts of my mind and my soul.

“In this breath, you are All.” But it was untrue, even now, and I knew it, knew that she knew it even before she spoke again.

“And what of the next? No. She is writ large in your soul; thee cannot escape such connection, such passion. Perhaps, it was madness to try.” She urged me to the place where T’Lys, cloaked in flames and truth, waited, Huntress-still.

The Master spoke aloud now, her words for the attendants, but all was gibberish. She eased away from my mind, gently, but firmly, leaving the heat of desire to scorch only me, alone…

The Kolinahru turned, and left me. There was neither unkindness nor kindness in it; I had failed, and this was no longer my place. It remained unsaid, but I knew – I would not be welcomed here again.

I dropped the symbol of the newly accepted Kolinahru adept, and rose from my knees. I began to walk, to the only place that I still knew would accept me – because there was no one there to refuse me. It was a two day’s walk…perhaps, time to find myself amongst the flood of feelings, but, certainly, a refuge where I could hide myself.

I felt it. I knew that this was only the harbinger. Emotion was a tightly knotted tangle within me, a heaviness, but I could feel it loosening, swelling toward eruption, and I no longer thought I had any control over it.

There we have it – a man on the verge of crisis. Will he find a direction, or connection? Will he survive his explosive emotions? What will he choose?

For December, pick the WIP, and POV character! If you have a favorite, don’t be shy! Someone decides, and it could be you! This WIP is the default.

This seems to catch the mood of Spock’s conflict….

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It’s #WIPpet Wednesday again! The purpose ofK.L,Schwengel’s brainchild is to encourage writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

WIPpet NaNo Math:

Today is November 27, 2013.

  • For today’s offering, I subtracted ten from the date.
  • You get 17 shortish paragraphs today, because it seemed like a natural amount to give you! =)

During November, I offer my brand-spanking new for NaNo 2013 Trueborn Warp series Star Trek fan fiction WIP, King of Shreds and Patches.

Here’s the logline I’ve created for it:

Spock and an enigmatic woman from a troubled time in his past struggle to save two worlds from alien threats, neither knowing whether their renewed connection will bring salvation or devastation.

Since there are four point of view characters in this WIP, and four weeks, I will be sharing a snippet of each character’s opening scene – a bit I think speaks to where they are at the beginning of things.

This week, we visit Leonard McCoy, Starfleet retired …until just now.

This WIP deals with the time frame and events covered in Star Trek: The Motion Picture. For those who want a context within the Trueborn double series, these events take place before Spock discovers whether his T’Lys is real, or a childhood dream he’s expanded on over the years.

It’s the companion volume to Sima Garo Provides (Trueborn Weft Series), original fantasy., 

This rough-draft passage is lightly edited to remove obvious gaffes and for style, but NaNo -raw.

Enjoy!

Len woke up to find someone battering down the door.

“Whaddahell!” he yelled, as a fully armed contingent of Starfleet Special Ops crashed through his door, bringing more light than a dozen stars going nova.

“Doctor Leonard McCoy?

“Fine time to ask,” he muttered. Then, more loudly, “Yes, dammit! What the-“

“Doctor Leonard McCoy, as per this time, Starfleet is enacting the Reserve Action Clause of your commission. As soon as you are prepared, but no more than 3 hours from now, we are ordered to take you to Starfleet Command, where you will be vetted and briefed. You have that long to set your affairs in order and prepare for offworld deployment. By order of Admiral Heihachiro Nogura, Commander-in-Chief, Starfleet.”

“Off world deployment? Reserve Action Clause?! I’m retired, dammit. I come to places like this” – he gestured at the roughhewn log walls, the historic door they’d broken in through, and then swept his arm toward the window, open to the late June nighttime cool, smelling of pines and sulfur and the indefinable hint of musk from large wild creatures. “To get away from people like you, who bust in hotel doors in the middle of the night.”

There was a time when he could have called upon Spock to tell him whatever regulation pertained to the right he had not to have SpecOps crash in his hotel room door. He’d know, in seconds, what his rights were, and where to complain if he had none. But Spock was gone, and he was all alone here.

“Admiral Nogura invites you to call him with any questions you may have, Doctor. He has cleared a frequency for your exclusive use.”

Which meant that complaining would get him exactly nowhere. He was tempted, just for the sheer revenge of it – but it would just be a waste of energy. ” Three hours, did you say?”

“Two hours, fifty-six minutes, Doctor. And counting.” This one was a young woman, pert and pretty, with big green eyes and freckles, who looked like she’d just walked out of a nineteenth century painting.

“What the hell time is it? And what’s all this about an offworld deployment? I like this world just fine. Most of my favorite people live here.”

“It is 0125, Doctor, Starfleet Standard Time.”

“Can’t just say, ‘1:45am’ like a regular person,” he grumbled.

Damn. It was way too late to get in touch with Joanna, now, and, with the baby….no, he would have to leave a message.

He did that. A part of him wanted to run out the three hours, maybe go outside and enjoy soaking up just a little bit more of Yellowstone. Make them cool their heels in his little room, so that he could make a point about this infringement upon his rights.

But there was no point. Either way, he’d still end up doing what he was ordered to do. More logical, maybe, to just gather up his stuff and get on with it, so that he could get it over with – whatever “it” turned out to be.

But as he listened to the squad leader arrange with the might clerk for the restoration of the door and the payment of his bill, he began to rehearse lines for the incendiary letter he would send, once “it” was all over.

There we have it – a man woken up in the dead of night, when armed operatives crash through his hotel room door and draft him. Who’s responsible? Can he get out of it? How will he react?

For December, too, YOU get to pick the WIP, and the POV character! Tell me which of these WIPs you prefer, or a favorite character, in the comments. My kids will choose between the commenters’ choices, every Sunday.

WIPs:

And here’s a song that seems to suit the way Leonard McCoy feels, as his story begins..

 

And now – release the comment hounds ! =)

Want more WIPpets? Click the cute little blue froggy to read what other #WIPpeteers are writing, or to join in yourself! We love new folks, around here!


It’s #WIPpet Wednesday again!

The purpose ofK.L,Schwengel’s brainchild is to encourage writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

WIPpet NaNo Math:

Today is November 20, 2013.

  • For today’s offering, ….yeah, well. I’m going to ‘fess up.  There is no math – I’m NaNo-mad, and numbers aren’t cooperating.  So there it is…I’m a  WIPpet rebel! =)

During November, I offer my brand-spanking new for NaNo 2013 Trueborn Warp series Star Trek fan fiction WIP, King of Shreds and Patches.

Here’s the logline I’ve created for it:

Spock and an enigmatic woman from a troubled time in his past struggle to save two worlds from alien threats, neither knowing whether their renewed connection will bring salvation or devastation.

Since there are four point of view characters in this WIP, and four weeks, I will be sharing a snippet of each character’s opening scene – a bit I think speaks to where they are at the beginning of things.

This week, we visit with Amanda, Spock’s human mother, who has not heard from her son in over four years…until this moment.

This WIP deals with the time frame and events covered in Star Trek: The Motion Picture. For those who want a context within the Trueborn double series, these events take place before Spock discovers whether his T’Lys is real, or a childhood dream he’s expanded on over the years.

It’s the companion volume to Sima Garo Provides (Trueborn Weft Series), original fantasy.

This rough-draft passage is lightly edited to remove obvious gaffes and for style.

Enjoy!

“Were you expecting a call, my wife?”

She didn’t answer. She was already up and on her way. Anything had to be better than sitting here with him, trying to pretend that he didn’t seem such a stranger, this morning, and this life some facsimile of a real one.

Saved by the bell, she thought – and then she saw the coded name of the caller, and her heart began to pound as she stared at the screen, unable to move to engage it.

Was this goodbye – finally, and irrevocably? Why would he call now, though, when he hadn’t contacted a single one of his associates in all the intervening years? Or had he finally learned what she had always known – that to attempt to eradicate his emotions was to eradicate himself?

She wasn’t going to get the answer by staring at his name on the screen.

Amanda took three deep breaths – or meant to. Halfway through the second, her hand darted out and engaged the screen –

And she gasped at what she saw, half-falling into the chair, her knees no longer willing to hold her weight.

“Spock!”

The man on the other end of the transmission jumped at the sound of her voice, eyes wild, bloodshot, and white-rimmed in a gaunt and masklike face.

He was filthy. His long hair was tangled and matted, he hadn’t shaved, and he was shirtless, his chest smeared with what looked like caked blood and sand. He was not so much breathing as he was panting, a sharp,ragged sound in the quiet of the room. He stared at her, or through her. The time upon the Forge, and away from humans, showed in the intensity of that stare. It made her deeply uneasy – he neither blinked not gave any cue that he recognized her – but she determined that she would not look away unless he did, first…something in her that had been too long asleep was waking, and it said that she must not reject him, in this moment, or all would be lost.

She was aware of Sarek, behind her, out of view of the screen. But she held to her son’s wild stare; her husband knew well how to care for himself, but this man before her seemed more lost than anyone she had ever seen.

Amanda was terrified.

Finally, in a raping, halting voice – a voice that seemed to have forgotten how to speak, Spock said, “Qu’al se tu, Amanda?”

“Yes, it’s me, Spock.” But that didn’t shift his stare, or his panting, and she added, “It’s Mother, son.”

“Mother….” He seemed almost not to recognize the word – but he had always known it, and in Standard. “No….I have none.”

Behind her, Sarek made a small, surprised intake of breath, hearing the echo of his own words from this ruin of a man who had once been their son.

There we have it – a mother and a son, and, in the shadowy background of things, a father. Why has Spock called? Will Amanda be able to help him find himself again? Why does he think he has no mother?

No, I’m not telling you – not yet. I’m still writing it, and I want you all curious and eager when I come back! =D

And stay tuned for December, too, when I will be offering a bit of a holiday treat – each week, YOU will get to pick the WIP, and the POV character!

And here’s a song that seems to fit, and which holds deep personal meaning to me. So, for Amanda and Spock, and in remembrance of a man named Tim, I offer…

And now – release the comment hounds ! =)

Want more WIPpets? Click the cute little blue froggy to read what other #WIPpeteers are writing, or to join in yourself! We love new folks, around here!


It’s #WIPpet Wednesday again!

The purpose of K.L,Schwengel’s brainchild is to encourage writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

WIPpet NaNo Math:

Today is November 13, 2013. It’s also the seventh birthday of one of the coolest guys I know – my nephew Nate!

  • For today’s offering, I began with Nate’s age (7).
  • Then I created an equation with digits of the year (2+1= 0+3= 3), and added these to Nate’s age (7+3=10).
  • That’s a lot of silliness to say that you get 10 shortish paragraphs today, because it seemed like a natural amount to give you! =)

During November, I offer my brand-spanking new for NaNo 2013 Trueborn Warp series Star Trek fan fiction WIP, King of Shreds and Patches.

Here’s the logline I’ve created for it:

Spock and an enigmatic woman from a troubled time in his past struggle to save two worlds from alien threats, neither knowing whether their renewed connection will bring salvation or devastation.

Since there are four point of view characters in this WIP, and four weeks, I will be sharing a snippet of each character’s opening scene – a bit I think speaks to where they are at the beginning of things.

This is the very beginning of Jim Kirk‘s story. We find him living a duller life than he used to, and ready for any opportunity to break loose…and suddenly realizing that he might have found one in an unexpected place – Out There, somewhere…

This WIP deals with the time frame and events covered in Star Trek: The Motion Picture. For those who want a context within the Trueborn double series, these events take place before Spock discovers whether his T’Lys is real, or a childhood dream he’s expanded on over the years.

It’s the companion volume to Sima Garo Provides (Trueborn Weft Series), original fantasy.

This rough-draft passage is lightly edited to remove obvious gaffes and for style.

Enjoy!


James Tiberius Kirk, Admiral, Starfleet Special Operations, knew that he ought to be alarmed, or at least concerned, by the eerie images flashing across the eyes-only briefing room screen. A quick glance around the curving table revealed that the other five watchers were – well, except for Nogura. The Old Man was inscrutability personified – he never revealed his emotions. Jim had often wondered if he’d taken lessons from the Vulcans.

But the others were all staring intently at the screen with expressions that ranged from open-mouthed shock to a thoughtful type of concern. A little belatedly, Jim plastered something on his face that he hoped looked like deep worry – he didn’t think the Old Man was watching him, but it would hardly do to reveal what he was really feeling.

He wondered what it said about him that, when he watched the footage – this was the second runthrough, slowed down to avoid missing any detail – that he felt, more than anything, a sense of excitement and possibility.

There was a thing out there, and it was headed this way.

And the only ship in a position to intercept, if it came to that, was the Enterprise.

It was true that she wasn’t his ship, any longer – the promotion to the soul-numbing ranks of the Admiralty had taken him out of the center seat and parked him firmly, and, until now, apparently permanently, behind a desk. But Willard Decker was an untried young captain. So far, the biggest thing he had ever commanded was a starship in drydock, undergoing a refit.

He was not in the least prepared to take on a threat to Earth – the heart of the Federation.

And Nogura had to know that, had to know that, sitting right here in this room, was the man who had commanded that starship for five eventful years, years that had made him a beloved legend and a popular hero. The man who had personally seen to the administration of every aspect of that refit, including suggestions on senior staffing…Scotty, Uhura, Sulu, Chekov, Chapel – even Decker was captain, at least in part, because Jim had suggested his old friend Matt’s son for the position.

Jim stared at the screen as though still needing confirmation, and sent out a silent and grudging thanks to Spock, wherever in hell he’d disappeared to, for giving him so much first-hand experience with assumed calm. Otherwise, he was sure his racing heart and mind would be obvious to everyone in the room.

The replay wound down, and Nogura rose to stand beside the viewer as it displayed a new set of graphics – projected distance into the Klingon Empire, time projections for entry into Federation space, arrival at Epsilon Nine and, if it maintained its heading, Earth.

There we have it – a man trapped in a life he’s not at all sure he wants, who sees a chance to escape. Will he take it? Is he ready? Will his personal motives get in his way? What is that thing out there, anyway? (Okay, if you’ve seen the movie, you already know – but there is a lot more to the story than appears on the screen, I promise!)

No, I’m not telling you – not yet. I’m still writing it, and I want you all curious and eager when I come back! =D

And stay tuned for December, too, when I will be offering a bit of a holiday treat – each week, YOU will get to pick the WIP, and the POV character!

Let’s close out with the only song I could possibly put here….I’m not sure I can say, “Enjoy!” with a straight face, but may it provide a groan, a chuckle, or a “What the – ?!” With my kids, I got “What the heck am I watching?” and “How can I replace my blood with this?”

And now – release the comment hounds ! =)

Want more WIPpets? Click the cute little blue froggy to read what other #WIPpeteers are writing, or to join in yourself! We love new folks, around here!


 It’s #WIPpet Wednesday again!

The purpose of K.L,Schwengel’s brainchild is to encourage writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

WIPpet NaNoWriMo Edition Math:

Today is November 6, 2013

  • For today’s offering, I added the month and the date (11+6=17).
  • Then I added the digits in the year (2+0+1+3=6) for a total of 23.
  • Lastly, I subtracted 4, for the 4 NaNo WIPpets I will post this month (23-4+19).
  • You get 19 mostly short paragraphs today!

During November, I offer my brand-spanking new for NaNo 2013 Trueborn Warp series Star Trek fanfic WIP, King of Shreds and Patches.

Here’s the logline I’ve created for it:

Spock and an enigmatic woman from a troubled time in his past struggle to save two worlds from alien threats, neither knowing whether their renewed connection will bring salvation or devastation.

Since there are four point of view characters in this WIP, and four Wednesdays  in the month, I will be sharing a snippet of each character’s opening scene – a bit I think speaks to where they are at the beginning of things.

This is Spock’s story (OK, who’s surprised by that?!?!), so I’ll begin with him. His snippet is in first person; all others will be in third.

This WIP deals with the time frame and events covered in Star Trek: The Motion Picture. For those who want a context within the Trueborn double series, these events take place before Spock discovers whether his T’Lys is real, or a childhood dream he’s expanded on over the years.

It’s the companion volume to Sima Garo Provides (Trueborn Weft Series), original fantasy.

This rough-draft passage is lightly edited to remove obvious gaffes and for style, but it is otherwise NaNo-raw.

Enjoy!


No.

I would not relent. Not for me this touching, this release. No. If I was to attain the whole of Kolinahr, I must not waver, now. I must hold, and close myself to my past, and my obsession with a childhood delusion.

I turned away. I would not give myself over to this. My mind rules.

I was safe, in this direction. The sand stretched on, blowing lightly in the growing breeze, with no cliffs to distract me. It was hours too early for stars to be visible, and, in this breath, there was a relief in that.

In this breath?

The delusion was more pervasive than I had thought – and something deep within me was opening, making itself known.

I looked to the sky, allowing my third eyelids to cover my eyes, and I stared at Eridani 40. One star, almost insignificant against the multitudes of Everdeep –

No, not Everdeep – that was her word. Space. One star, insignificant in the vastnesses of space.

Could this star, this world, this path, truly hold all my answers?

“Answers – yes. I must have answers.”

My breath stopped in my throat. This was a new presence; I was certain. A presence contacting me – seeking, as I was seeking.

Seeking – but from me? I had nothing to offer even to myself – which explained my last years at Gol. I was here to seek peace, quiet – the absence of the emotions that had nearly destroyed me, and had destroyed others. What had I to offer, to anyone?

I stared up to Eridani, again, shading my eyes with a hand. The touch had sharpened at my thought, focusing, growing stronger. Yes, something had indeed touched my mind, searching, seeking, finding something within me that drew it closer-

“Sima garo provides.” A whisper, through my memory, like the brush of a cat through my awareness, and all that I was leapt and strained against the restrictions of body and place, wanting, as ever, to be where she was, where she waited…

No.

She was not even memory. She was dream, made in childhood, when the tikkin-nectars had altered me. She held no answers, nor did my yearnings after her, and the fantasy that we were Solemates, that we belonged together.

This was why I had come to this place. To excise fantasy, to free myself of the emotional impulses that I could not understand.

I had thought that I had succeeded, that I could live out my days swathed in emptiness and solitude, and that there could be some peace in that, enough that I could continue, and perhaps, one day, assist others to find similar quietude in their own lives.

I was less than a threeday from shedding my remaining emotions upon the sands, as had many generations of Vulcans before me. I had been cautioned that it might not be possible for me, with my human admixture, to attain such a level of nonattachment and non-emotion.

There we have it – A confused Vulcan who is suddenly feeling, and unsure that he wants what he’s spent years working for. What will he decide (OK, if you’ve seen the movie, you have a clue…)? Is the woman real? Will Spock find peace, and can two worlds be saved?

Are there, in fact, any answers to be had?

No, I’m not telling you – not yet. I’m still writing it, and I want you all curious and eager when I come back! =D

And stay tuned for December, too, when I will be offering a bit of a holiday treat – each week, YOU will get to pick the WIP, and the POV character!

Let’s close out with a song that’s made me think of Spock since I first heard it, decades ago….and one which seems almost perfect for the mood of this piece.

And now – release the comment hounds ! =)

Want more WIPpets? Click the cute little blue froggy to read what other #WIPpeteers are writing, or to join in yourself! We love new folks, around here!



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