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Author - Sarah Owen | Genre - Angst | Genre - General | Genre - Vignette | Main Story | Rating - G | W
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By Sarah Owen

Rating: G, Angst/General
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Paramount
Summary: *Very* short. A vignette. Just thoughts.

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I cannot think of him as a whole.

He is divided up into fragments, separated into pieces. I do not know what it is I see in his face, why I need to chart it thus. What he is a substitute for.

Vulnerable, eager when learning and yet the sneer that curls his lip is also there. He is a boy, most of the time. Not able to walk past a murky pond without finding a stick, to stir up whatever it is that lies beneath the glass surface of the water. Impudent little turned up nose.

He is questioning, brave and loyal to his friends and the crew. He belongs to other people, in other worlds. His ability to worry and befriend people he does not know. He has the unique ability to end up in trouble, no matter what the situation. I let my mind wander upon the smooth curve of a cheek, and eyes that make me see blue anew. I wonder if all the same components put together a different way would have the same effect on me.

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Interesting... I do believe this is the shortest story written on this site. But it was good... poetic... very nice.

"He is divided up into fragments, separated into pieces. I do not know what it is I see in his face, why I need to chart it thus. What he is a substitute for..."

*phsh*
Trip aint no stinkin' substitute. He's the real deal, baby! Wake up smell the peaches!

/Nice story, I'm just being silly.

You caught succinctly what engages me about Trip as a character - the seeming contradictions that when dissected make him appear to be a construct, but when breathed life into by Connor make Trip fascinating.

I loved this unusual piece of introspection on T'Pol's part and doesn't she sum up Trip in the most eloquent way? Wonderful. If brevity be the soul of wit you have sewn it up - in a veritable nutshell! Well done, many thanks, Ali D :~)

Short sweet and to the point. If only T'Pol could be so direct with Trip. And Vice cersa.