Pale Blue Silk

Pale Blue Silk

By Clicks

Rating: PG at a push
Disclaimer: I own nothing; I don’t even have credit on my phone. It would take an act of God to provide me with enough money to own these characters.
Category: Vignette. Very short.
Summary: Pre-Harbinger, Trip dreams of T’Pol; a painful reminder of what he can never have.
Spoilers: Possibly, depends what you call a spoiler.
Date: Finished 11th Feb 2004.

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Trip curled a long strand of her hair around his finger, marvelling at its chocolaty brown silk. It slipped off his hand like a breath of wind. She turned her eyes upon him, they glittered with secret passion. She walked from the shelter of the cave, into the howling gale that beat against the mountain side.

The wind pulled her hair into a frenzied dance and plastered the pale blue silk she wore to her fragile looking curves. The hem of the dress kicked up and revealed the silver slippers that she wore on her delicate feet. A gust picked up her hair as she looked out on the wide vista, and exposed one small pointed ear; she looked like an Elven princess, like a lost legend calling out to those in need of comfort. He decided to brave the weather’s wrath, and walked to her; answering the call, needing her closeness, and love.

She looked up at him, her dark alien eyes as familiar as any he had known. He leant down to kiss the full, perpetual pout of her lips, basking in the freedom to do so. He loved her so much in that moment, fighting the urge to never let her go. What would it be like to hold her forever in his embrace? Heaven; the sweetest version of paradise.

He wanted to talk to her, tell her how he felt.

As he opened his mouth to speak, a loud unnatural noise impinged on his senses. He recognised the sound, but it could only mean one thing. He opened his eyes with a sigh, and gently cursed the offending alarm. It had pulled him from a land of promise, and hope, into a place of heartache.

He hated this dream as much as he hated his dream of Lizzie, this dream broke his heart just as much as the other; T’Pol would never reciprocate his feelings, she would never give him the love he felt from her on the mountain.

As Trip rose from his bed to get ready for duty he reflected on his position. He could no longer cling to the hope that she would open her heart to him; it was time to move on.

He smiled as he thought of the young Corporal who had been flirting with him in the mess the day before. Amanda, she could be just what he needed. A hassle free relationship that would keep him sane; it was a pity that it wouldn’t be guilt free as well.

He hoped T’Pol wouldn’t wear the blue outfit.

The End.

There is a sequel: Exploraton

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Half a dozen of you have made comments

Short but sweet....Trip is such a hopeless romantic! Keep writing, would like to see his thoughts post-Harbinger!

Very nice...a bit flowery: "love he felt from her on the mountain."

Just my opinion, but try to tone it down on your next one.
Q

You did a good job. Please continue maybe with the events after harbinger:)

great story you have talent
greets from netherland

Thanks for your comments.

I'm going to start writing post-harbinger in the next few mins (have notes made on piece of paper already!)

Just for you Quills, I will make it less flowery. I was making up for my hands inability to paint a figure on a canvas I'm working on. Heck, I've got some good material to work with, the morning-after scene, just leaves me gasping with inspiration.

Clicks

No! It can't end like that. There has to be hope for Trip and T'Pol, don't give up on her Trip. Loved this, thanks. Ali D :~)