"We're Just Sparring"
Authors' Notes:
This series of drabbles are the writer's laboratory and playground - the exploration of the next chapters of "Highly Classified Mission." From these very sketchy beginnings a more cohesive story will eventually form. Thanks to Braxin, for conversation, support, patience, entertainment...and for all the prompt words in this first story.
Prompt words:
barbaric
bellicose
disturbing
savagely
morph
dismissive
And now, we join Trip, in command of Enterprise after a sleepless night, and worried about a certain Vulcan lady...
"Damn!" The tactical officer peels himself off the mat for the eighth time.
Trip sets himself. "Problem, Lieutenant?"
"This barbaric, bellicose side of you is a bit disturbing." He's got a split lip, and Trip grins savagely as Malcolm starts to circle, feeling him out more cautiously this time.
"We're just sparring." Trip lunges in with a stiff-armed drive he's seen T'Pol use, and Malcolm goes down again.
"When did you morph into a barbaric tyrant, Trip?"
Trip waves dismissively. "If you can't take it, we're done."
"Now, wait a minute -"
But Trip keeps going. It's not helping, anyway.