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ATTN: Starfleet HQ, Centre for Disease
Control

RE: Incident J158.32� 2270.4

Chief Medical Officer Leonard D. McCoy,
M.D.
U.S.S.
Enterprise

�� AV-1x
is the name of the illness that was contracted by the geological team brought
aboard the Enterprise. Despite proper
quarantine procedure, within an hour the airborne virus had spread to nearly a
quarter of the ship�s crew and put her out of commission.
�� It
has caused no deaths yet but the virus can be fatal. Persons infected suffer
tenderness of the body and extremities to the point of intense pain. Infected
subjects screamed at even the lightest of touches, like the breeze conjured by
a passing body or the soft exhale of light breathing, especially in regions
discoloured and raised with growths (Figures 1-5). In
humans, AV-1x intensifies every sense, attacks the nervous system which in turn
can cause paralysis.
�� Successful
treatment includes 48 hours immediate quarantine in deprivation chamber and an
anti-AV-1x supplement devised by the Enterprise�s
medical team (see attached synthesis schematic).
�� Those
infected aboard the Enterprise are
well on their way to recovery, save one. AV-1x infection in a vulcan manifests different
symptoms and effects, specifically and most concerning would be hormonal
imbalances which precipitate extreme emotional outbursts. It is of note that
this is similar to a known condition in the vulcan race which manifests every seven years of a
adult male�s life (see attached confidential transmission from the VSA). It is
estimated that a satisfactory treatment needs to be found within 72 hours or
death is inevitable.
�� For
this reason, I support our Captain�s request to travel to Vulcan. It is there,
with physicians naturally more knowledgeable of his species� anatomy that our
Commander can receive the medical attention he requires.

-Leonard McCoy, CFO

-----------End of Transmission-----------

ATTN: CFO McCoy USS Enterp

RE: RE: Incident J158.32�� 2270.4

Director Zayen Ki-i, Msc,
Ph.D., M.D.
Starfleet HQ, Centre for Disease Control

I thank you and your team for the
incredibly quick response to the AV-1x infection. Your report has been formally
added to our database. However, I understand your Captain�s request has already
been denied by Admiral K�vdar in HQ Command citing
your location as strategically critical to containing conflict in the Beta
quadrant region.�

I have made Vulcan high council aware of
the situation. They are dispatching a ship, ETA 32 hrs.

I am sorry I could not do more, Len.

-K

-----------End of Transmission-----------

�� He�ll
be dead by then, dammit!� McCoy tossed the tablet
angrily onto the table and it skittered onto the floor.
�� Kirk
glanced over his shoulder to his chief communications officer who bent at the
knees to pick it up. She seemed nonplussed by the sudden outburst and more
irritated his CMO mistreatment of her equipment.
�� Uhura,� she stopped
buffing the face of the tablet and looked up at him. �Have we been hailed by
any other ships in the past hour?�
�� Yes, sir. A Vulcan research vessel.
It will intersect our path in thirty hours. Should I get Mr. Spo��
�� No!�
both McCoy and Kirk shouted in unison. She folded the tablet across her chest,
her face conveying confusion. �Sir, I�d like to respectfully ask what is wrong
with Mr. Spock. I have not seen him on the bridge in some time.�
�� He
is ill.�
�� Deathly ill,� McCoy corrected with a
growl. �It figures this is the one time his damn vulcan anatomy doesn�t save him.�
�� Kirk
shot a glare of warning at the doctor. Uhura was as
trustworthy and loyal as either one of them and a friend of the vulcan, but Spock confided in them
about his suffering, not her. Kirk concentrated on smoothing his face and then
looked at his Lieutenant. �He is ill and if anyone asks you, that is all you say.� She nodded once and his sternness broke
into a kindly smile as he turned her toward the doors. �The good doctor was
being colourful with his language. I am sure he�ll devise a treatment in time
and Mr. Spock will be back on the bridge.�
�� In time? The implications of those two words sent her mind whirling.
�� S-surely,� Uhura
nodded, stepping through the doors of the conference room. The doors clicked
shut behind her and she turned sharply. She still had the tablet and the
Captain had not given her orders.
�� Was
she supposed to report to him immediately if another ship hailed them? Or if another transmission came in? What would be vital
information and what would just be an annoyance? What would mean life and death
for Mr. Spock?
�� She
raised her petite fist to the door when the doctor�s shouting thundered the
walls. �I don�t give a damn if he doesn�t want to, it�ll save his logical
life!�
�� I
know but we can�t force him, Bones. We can�t.�
�� He�s
our friend, Jim and if you tell him to do it, he will.�
�� If
I tell him to do it, I�m not really his friend.� Kirk swung the door open and
was startled to find the Lieutenant standing there with fist raised.
�� She
looked down to the floor in embarrassment. Surely it looked like she had been
eavesdropping, or at least intentionally
so, but she did not dare try to explain that. Instead she said, �You didn�t
give me orders, sir.�
�� That�s
because you are off duty, Lieutenant. We all are.�
�� Kirk
looked back to Bones who paced angrily behind him, slender hairy arms folded,
scowl darkening his blue eyes. The man grunted and waved him off.
�� Defeated, Kirk let out a sigh and walked down
the hall leaving the woman alone in the hall, her fingers drumming alongside
the open tablet.

�� Enter.�
�� The
door swished closed behind her as she took a step inside and hearing it click
shut, Uhura suddenly felt dangerously alone. It was
foolish that she should, feel alone that is. Especially with him sitting behind the desk in front of
her.
�� Dark
eyes appraised her critically from behind steepeled
fingertips. The room was shadowed by darkness and the man seemed to be made of
it, a living extension of blackness as he sat posture perfectly upright in his
seat.
�� I
thought I was clear in my choice,� he said thickly.
�� She
swallowed audibly before nodding yes, �You where.�
�� Then
why are you here, Lieutenant?�
�� Because
I can help,� She watched as the vulcan
turned dismissively in his seat, laying his hands on the arm rests. He returned
his gaze to the meditation flames there and let the orange glow dance in his
eyes. �I want to help,� she added
quietly.
�� That
may be, but I am not prepared to burden you with the physical and emotional
ramifications of what would be.�
�� The
woman stuck out her chin defiantly, �I am stronger than I look.�
�� Undoubtedly,�
Spock glanced sideways at her toned legs and after a lingering moment, returned
his stare to the flame. �I would gather that is partially the reason the Doctor
and the Captain selected you, despite my objections,� he added with an
irritated hiss. �My many, numerous,
objections.�
�� The
emotional display was subdued, a pointless voicing of frustration. It would
have been expected and understood, had it come from someone other than Mr.
Spock. Uhura could see now of just how far his
condition had progressed now. Kirk and McCoy�s fears were justified. She was
right to be standing here, even if alone.
�� The
vulcan exhaled heavily, a
shudder quaking his long body. He gripped the table in front of him, shoulders
bowing slightly as he grit his teeth and rode the
sudden surge of emotion.
�� Uhura abandoned her attentive position and placed her hands
on her shapely hips, �And now that I am here and you know me to be fully
willing, do you still object?�
�� His
eyes flickered to her, �You�ve been fully apprised of the situation?�
�� I
have.�
�� And
found the risks acceptable?� Her response was delayed a moment while she
thought but sure as ever.
�� I
found the alternative� unacceptable, Commander.�
�� Spock
raised a brow. Obfuscation was uncommon and unexpected from the communications
officer. �And what have you been told of the alternative?�
�� That you will die.�
�� He
nodded calmly. There where only two viable solutions for a male grappling with Pon Farr, death and fornication. Two years prior, Spock
discovered extreme shock could marshall the wayward
thoughts an emotions plaguing him during this precarious time, but he had no
intention of nearly killing a close friend a second time to pull himself into
the present.
�� It
was not as if Kirk did not valiantly offer, but McCoy and Spock himself
dispelled the idea. The doctor because he thought it was �foolhardy�, which he
emphasised in several colourful and emotional descriptors and the Commander,
because of an obvious logistical oversight. One could not induce shock in a
subject when the subject is all too aware that that is the intention.
�� Although he now considered if it was preferable to the alternative
presented before him currently.
�� The
Lieutenant was intelligent, beautiful and as logical as a human woman was
inclined to be. A prize for any man truthfully�but Spock was not just any man.
This could not be mistaken; she could have no delusions of this.
�� Sex
between vulcans can be more casual than it is between
humans,� he began. �The act can be done and become noting more than a matter of
history, but not during Pon Farr. There is a
possibility, a quite significant danger of a mental linked being formed between
us. One that would tether us across any distance and space.�
�� Uhura faltered a moment, blinking in a way that telegraphed
her sudden unease, �I understood that if
it happened, it could be reversed.�
�� Under
normal circumstances that is possibility but when considering my unique
biology, one cannot be certain.�
�� Uhura looked away and the Commander turned his attention
back to his desk, grasping the armrests tightly as he resumed meditation.
Certainly she understood the gravity of the situation now.
�� Even
so, the bond would not mean that we would have to spend our lives together.
Would it?�
�� No,�
Spock opened his eyes. �But it would mean every seven years until your death, I
would seek you out and you would know I am coming. And what I am coming for.� He stood, unfolding the long length of his
body to tower over her. She was so small compared to him, next to the Captain
her petite stature was endearing, but under the scrutinising gaze of the vulcan it seemed like a detriment.
�Are the risks�and specifically the risks, Lieutenant,� he emphasised slowly,
�still acceptable to you?�
�� Under
his heated stare Uhura adjusted nervously, trembling
a second before drawing in a sharp breath and squaring her shoulders. She met
his gaze with her own, �Yes.�
�� The bedroom.� It was a command she realised, as he lifted a
long arm to point in its direction, his eyes studying her mouth.

�� Inside
she stood at the far side, hugging herself with her arms. Despite the ambient
temperature being a Vulcan 181.4 F, she found herself suddenly cold. The realisation
of what she had done, what she had thoroughly committed herself to, coming to
full light.
�� In
this room, draped in red velvet, decorated with vulcan oddities and sculptures, she very well could
draw her last breath while laying under the man who slowly disrobed before her.
He had three times the strength of a human man concealed in his lean frame,
unimaginable power in his long hands and no logical centre to control them.
�� Spock
gathered the uniform top and lifted it over his head, the undershirt next and
then slid his pants off his long legs after kicking off his boots. He wore no
underwear, she noted, watching him neatly and precisely fold each article of
clothing and he was, as her mother was fond of saying, blessed. Not freakishly so, but definitely better than average and
a darker green than the rest of him.
�� The
vulcan glanced up from
stowing away his uniform and Uhura turned quickly.
She was not comfortable with staring at him although in moment she suspected he
would be resting between her legs. If vulcans even
did it that way�
�� I suppose I will find out. Uhura snaked an arm around her waist,
behind her back, to undo the clasp of her dress when a strong hand gripped
hers, roughly ripping it away.
�� I
have not asked that of you!�
�� She
froze, stiffly moving in the profound silence as he turned her in place by the
shoulders. Blood coursed through her body and thudded against her ears. The
sound of it became even louder as he drew her nearer. Uhura
screwed her eyes shut and twisted away, bracing herself for what was to come.
She snuck a peek at the man to feel his head press against hers with a sigh.
�� Spock�s
mental shields where withered by his condition. The fleeting contact, even to
turn her, allowed the woman�s thoughts to leap out at him, arching through his
fingertips, searing her immediate feelings onto his mind. He found himself
overcome.
�� He
hesitated a moment, tilting his head before speaking. He sensed her resolve
mostly but there was a trembling undercurrent. �I cannot promise I will not but
I will strive, to the best of my ability, not to hurt you.�
�� Uhura exploited the moment of telepathy, responding
wordlessly to him in such a fashion it was virtually indistinguishable from his
own sentiments.
�� Just
as surely as he would try, he would fail. This was a certainty. But his
preamble, empty of anything but effort on his part, assuaged her some. Enough
that her turbulent thoughts became a fervent roll in the aft of her mind and no
longer reached his.
�� Only
later would he realise, it hadn�t reduced as much as he thought but that the
roar of his desires drowned everything else out.

�� Spock�s
hands left her shoulders, slowly drawing down her sides to circle round her
shapely body. Fingers met at the start of her collar and Uhura
heard the purr of zipper, felt the red velvet peel apart down the centre of her
back. His hands followed, easing the dress down over the curve of her hips with
palms flat against her skin.
�� Down
and then up over her hips, over the ample curves of her bottom, Spock explored
the skin pressed against him methodically. It was his now. Given and accepted. Owned. His to touch
and certainly his to view.
�� His
hand fisted the material of the bra and with inhuman strength, it was ripped
away. Uhura clutched at chest to feel him grab at her
bottoms. She could hear the lacy material rip as he wound it around his
knuckles. Feel it crush the skin painfully as he drew her closer by it.
�� Another
wrench of his hand and she winced, her nails scratching at his shoulders as she
struggled to keep silent. Spock ripped the panties from her hips and stepped
back in admiration. In his tightly closed fist, the tattered ends of black lace
dripped between his fingers. His hand trembled, like the woman before him who
flinched when he ordered her to the bed.
�� Lay down and part your legs.�
�� Uhura let her arms drop, revealing her round and heavy
breasts and slinked gratefully backward putting space between them. Spock�s
eyes were black as the space that surrounded the ship. Dangerous,
frightening and wholly fixated on her breast. His head moved ever so slightly
as she edged backward, his hands loose at his sides, fingers twitching. He was
fighting the urge to pounce her which would have been some kind of endearing if
they were lovers.
�� But
that was of little significance now. Both where now far beyond the point of
return so Uhura, as she was the only one who could,
willingly went forward, stretching out on the narrow bed. She looked heavenward
to feel the bed dip under the weight of him and then into his dark eyes as he
eased on top of her. His slender hands gathered her knees to hug his sides, to
cage his overly warm body between her thighs.
�� I guess vulcans
do do it this way, she thought before feeling his erection
part her nether lips. Her eyes widened to hear him rasp, �Indeed,� before
thrusting hotly inside her.
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