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.

Anonymous Donor:

waterfall

mist

silk robe

vacuum

superfluous

residue

magnetic resonance

constitution

intercede

kaleidoscope

serenity

thought diary

Oriental lily

Chara 47:

blanket

lights

orange

leaf

Seacook:

banana


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."