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 (Bexin? Hello?)...bring 'em on! As always, bonus points if they seem offbeat for a Trek fanfic!
I'm getting into a new, post-novel-drafting rhythm. That usually takes a few days, a little at a time. Incidentally, I'll be answering comments the same way - a little at a time.
This drabble happens immediately after my previous T'Pol chapter, "Indeed There Is". Phlox has come to check in with T'Pol, and he's bearing gifts.
T'Pol drew her blanket and silk robe around her, feigning serenity. "I'm filling the vacuum with superfluous residue."
Phlox nodded as he examined a mist-shrouded waterfall surrounded by a kaleidoscope of lights. "Commander Tucker is the theme."
"He is my magnetic resonance. My constitution requires him."
"And so I intercede. I've brought gifts."
"I require none."
"Your soul needs healing, T'Pol. These will help." He lifted a large basket. Surrounding an Oriental lily were apples, bananas, oranges, and pears, a book entitled "Thought Diary," and a small container of loose-leaf chamomile tea.
No plums. And no peaches.
"Thank you, Doctor."