Full notes and disclaimer in Chapter One.
Remember how I said I had more prompt words than I could use this month?
Well...turns out I can use a lot more than I thought I could! So, those of you who seem to have the words at your fingertips...bring 'em on! As always, bonus points if they seem offbeat for a Trek fanfic!
This drabble happens a little after my previous HoshiTravidabble. "I'll Bring Tissues". Travis has fed Hoshi a picnic dinner, and now has plans for the night...
Rest-of-Life Update:
Yesterday, my fifteen year old son and I went to see Allegiance. It turned into an all day affair that included Five Guys, a bookstore, air hockey and the hunting of (pixellated) game animals. And a LOT of walking, since we visited two malls and didn't bring a navigator! Good thing I got my story posted early, because I didn't have the energy left to do it once we were finally home again. And, for the record, my kid is pretty great, an amazing mix of young man and goofy big boy. I don't mind spending an exhausting day with him at all! =D
Today's a special day – it's my Accomplice's birthday, and he's exactly 20 years older than he was two decades ago, on the day we met in the kitchen of a restaurant that no longer exists.
Five years and a day ago, he had a life-threatening motorcycle accident. We spent his birthday that year in a haze, while he began the long process of recovering from eight broken ribs, a lacerated spleen, and a collapsed lung after hitting a deer and being thrown a hundred feet. That didn't happen today, so life is very good.
One more thing - I finished the draft of my (non-Trek) novel this afternoon, so I'll be getting to comments and more TnT writing and revisions, which should translate into some new chapters of stories that have been waiting for their turn.
But that's enough about me. I'm pretty tired, and want to answer a comment or two before I decide what to focus on for tomorrow, then read a little. So on to today's story...
This drabble takes place just after "Bad Art." Trip and his dad have run into Shran.
"How have you been, pinkskin?" Shran's raised eyebrow stabbed at Trip's heart. Too much like T'Pol. Damn. Now his eyes were moist.
"Well, son, I'm going to give you and your -" Trip heard the "strange" Dad never said - "friend some privacy to catch up."
Damn again. He'd be slime if he skipped out on Shran now. Trip pasted on a faux-happy-go-lucky grin. "Can't complain."
"Or won't."
"Taboo subject." Tentacles of grief strangled the cord of love that was already wrapped around his soul. He wiped his eyes.
Shran clapped his back. "Let me buy you a drink, pinkskin."