Loveuary Drabbles

by Shan Jeniah

Because Braxin keeps pestering me for my Origins story, which isn't ready yet, and because I want him to hush his clamor so I can write and revise. ) I've joined a blog challenge for February, and decided to write a Drabble a day. They're trial balloons for an existing project, and may be random in nature. A couple of M bits for safety; nothing too intense in these story niblets.

26. Illogical Gibberish

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 (Braxin? Hello?)...bring 'em on! As always, bonus points if they seem offbeat for a Trek fanfic! If I don't use them this month, I do have other fanfic projects in the works, and I'll be writing another series of drabbles in May.

This drabble happens a day or two after my previous Trip story, "Really?" Trip begins to face the reality of T'Pol's return.

My thanks to today's contributors:

Anonymous Donor:

Sewage
Pharmaceutical

Auburn
Heather
Parchment

Sheetbend
Truckie's Hitch

Over-clock

Bumper Bar

Afterburner

Bluebird

Wire Rope Sling

Tap dancing

Subcutaneous

Chara 47:

hair

jacket

happiness

burn marks

Seacook:

Gibberish

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Trip tested the wire rope swing, checked the welds on Dad's bumper bar, tugged his sheetbends and truckie's hitches. He'd been over-clocking himself, tap dancing around the PADD, but she was an afterburner thrusting deep under his skin.

"Subcutaneous intrusion?" She was parchment-fragile in his mind. "I apologize."

He'd taken the picture on the transport. She was wearing her jacket and heather-purple tunic. Light auburn hair, eartips peeking out. "I dumped my raw sewage on you. Phlox helping you?"

"With pharmaceutical support."

"Good. I hope the

bluebird of happiness comes to perch on your shoulder, pepperpot."

"That's illogical

gibberish, t'hy'la."