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Chapter15. What is Ponn Farr?

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I walked onto the bridge and nodded to Ensign Tranence as he walked by. He stopped and chatted to me. He had gone out last night with his buddy to the holo deck and they had tried out the pirate program. I laughed when he told me how he had fallen off into the cold water.

    "No sea legs huh?" I teased him

     "Ensign don't you have something to do?" Spock's voice interrupted.

Tranence looked at him, as did I.

    "Of course Commander." He left looking baffled.

I tilled to my head to the side.
    "Did I miss something Commander Spock?"  I asked coolly.

    "You should not flirt with him he takes it seriously." His voice was calm but something lurked under it.

My mouth dropped open, what the heck? My eyes flickered to Uhura and she looked equally stunned.
    "I was not flirting Commander." My voice was ice cold.  

This was not like Spock. Although we had kissed that day he had been brain washed. He had been respectful to my need to take this slow. He seemed almost agitated and jealous at this time. Not like himself. I nodded my head at him and walked off before this got out of hand. I walked up to Kirk and gave him report on the Lieutenant who had been reprimanded for her behavior the other day.

Kirk looked up and smiled warmly at me. He took the report and read over it.
    "So a hormonal imbalance?" He said softly.

I nodded and leaned in closer so the others did not hear me.
    "Her species hits sexual maturity around this time, please excuse her behavior Captain. I had McCoy give her something and she is more her self, well besides being very embarrassed over her outburst." I grinned feeling bad for the Lieutenant.

Kirk chuckled softly and nodded,
    "Of course, thank you for the report." I nodded and leaned back.

I felt eyes on me and looked up. Spock was watching us and he did not look happy. What was that blasted Vulcan's problem today? He was acting completely out of character for himself. I raised my eyebrow at him and went about my daily work. I slid into my side space on the bridge and went over the reports of the people on the ship. I made mental notes to talk to certain crew-members after reading the end of the day report made by others. Lieutenant Jameson popped up again on my screen. I took a deep breath. He was becoming a problem. He had showed such promise at the Academy but he was having trouble with his temper and this was not acceptable. I did not like talking to him, he made all my red lights go off.

A voice spoke off to my side.
     "What is it? You look almost scared?"

I looked up at McCoy.
     "Jameson again, he bothers me."

McCoy nodded looking worried.
     "You're not the only one, something is off with that young man. Like a shimmering pot, he seems always on the verge of exploding." He spoke softly but I heard his tone.

I leaned back rubbing my temples, whenever I talked to Jameson it almost made me feel sick. This was something new to me and it bothered me.

I stood, and collected my self.
    "I have to go talk to him again."

McCoy stopped me.
    "Not alone he has been worse then normal."

I felt Spock walk up to us.
    "I conquer, there is a almost visible aura of rage around that man."

Spock sounded more like him self now calm and emotionally control, so I nodded agreeing.
    "Would one of you come with me?"

McCoy looked at his data pad and frowned.
   "I can't Lieutenant Marsa is in Labor and her contractions are too close."

I grinned happy for Laura.
   "Oh you will let me know when her daughter graces us right?" My voice was warm with love.

McCoy smiled and laughed.
    "What is it about women and new born babies?"

I laughed with him.
   "Oh stop being a brat and just say yes."

McCoy nodded and walked off.
  
"I'll come with you."
Spock's words snapped me back into place.

I felt a knot build at the base of my skull.
   "Thank you Commander." He nodded and we left.

I felt my stomach twist further and further as we walked to my office.
   "Breathe Lieutenant your have no color in your face."

I stopped and took in a deep breath.
   "I am being illogical forgive me Commander."

He looked at my face and looked around. Seeing we where alone, he touched my face.
   "Not illogical just frighten, but there is something about Jameson that bothers all the women on this ship not just you. Do not let him see you are bothered by him." His voice and touched centered me.

I relaxed and stepped back as a door somewhere opened. We continued the walk to my office now silent. The door opened and Jameson sat there looking irritated.

When he saw me he stood in an angry movement.
   "Why am I here?" His voice was hostile.

   "You will watch your tone and act respectively to Lieutenant Commander Brighten" Spock's voice held a warning to the hostile young man. Jameson backed off.

   "Sit down." My voice was cold at Jameson behavior to me. Spock stood off the side almost in the shadows. I walked to my desk and sat down.  "Lieutenant Jameson this has got to stop. You behavior yesterday's was horrible. It seems to me that you have a problem with women being in charge over you. Why is this?"

    "I do not trust anything that bleeds for several days and does not die."
I gasped out loud at such a crude and nasty statement.

   "You will not talk to me in such a way do I make my self clear?" My voice got even colder. I stood and looked at the man. "I am recommending you be put back to Ensign until you learn to respect women. I will not have you in a place of command until you earn it."

He let out a low hiss and stood in front of me.
    "NO I earned that title."

My cold eyes looked at him.
   "Not from where I am standing Jameson. You are rude and disrespectful. You have a temper and this is not acceptable. Until you learn to fix these problems you will be a Ensign."

When I looked off to grab my pad he hit me hard. I flew back with a gasp. I slammed against the wall and leaned against it shaken. Before I could react Spock had him pinned against the wall with his hand around Jameson's throat. I did not move for a second stunned at both men's actions. As the ringing in my head stopped I stood.

I raised a shaky hand to the wound on my face.
    "Commander let him go."

A low growl rumbled out of Spock. My mouth dropped open. Had Spock just growled? "Spock?" My voice was now soft and gentle.

I touched his shoulder and felt him shudder. He very slowly released Jameson and stepped back, but moved so he was in front of me blocking Jameson from me. I felt him fighting back his rage.

"Security to my office now." My voice sounded raw even to my ears.

Jameson's eyes were wide as he watched Spock. Security came in and I had them take Jameson to the holding cells. When they where gone I looked at Spock, who seemed more in control, but still angry.  

"Spock what happened?"I asked him as softly as I could.
  
"He hit you."
I grinned at his deadpan words then hissed in pain.

He stepped close to me and tilted up my head. His eyes flashed at the bruising I am sure was blooming on my face. I took a deep breath and went to leave.

"Where are you going?" He said in a very controlled voice
  
"To med bay, Spock, my face is throbbing." I walked off with him close behind me.

My mind was whirling with what had happened. Jameson and then Spock's very odd behavior. When the med doors opened, I was fighting for control. McCoy looked up with a smile till my face came into light. His face went hard and anger flashed in his eyes.
  
"What the heck happened?" he grabbed his instruments.

   "Don't ask, just make it stop hurting please." I sat down hard.

McCoy looked at Spock and then back at me. He ran his scanner over my face and the throbbing stopped.

The doors opened again and Kirk came in looking upset.
   "What the hell happened?"

I wanted to disappear. I was tired and starting to shake. The adrenaline was gone and I was not up for this. I spoke in an empty voice telling what had happened. Kirk and McCoy, both looked at Spock stunned when I described his actions. Although Kirk might have done the same thing, this behavior was not like Spock. Spock stood silently by me not saying a thing.


Kirk ran a hand over his face thinking.
  "Jameson will say in the holding cell till we pass by Tersana IV there is a Star Base there. Then he shall be removed from my ship to face a court-martial for his actions." He then looked at Spock. "Although I may have done the same Spock this behavior is not like you. You have seemed on edge lately. Spock what is going on?"

A deep sound resounded from Spock.
  "Pon Farr, it would seem Captain."

Kirk's face went confused.
  "Pon Furr? What is that." Kirk slightly mispronounced it.

  "Pon Farr Captain." Spock looked around the now empty med room. See it was just McCoy, Kirk and me. He then made the longest speech I have ever heard him make.

   "There comes a point in a Vulcan's life when that veneer of rationalism is stripped away, and a primal force takes over. Every seven years the adult Vulcan male must endure a time when his logic is ripped from him, when a lifetime of suppressed emotion erupts to the surface.

It is the Pon farr, the time of mating. Pon Farr is an ancient drive that impels  us to return home to take a mate, or die. It is seen as a deeply personal experience. Few outworlders know of its existence. We do not usually speak of it even among themselves.  Pon Farr brings with it a neurochemical imbalance that leads to erratic behavior in the us - nervousness, sleeplessness, outbursts of anger and violence...

We can even become unaware of our actions. It's as if huge amounts of adrenaline are pumped into our bloodstream at once, and if nothing is done about it, the physical and emotional pressures will simply kill us. It culminates in a condition known as Plak tow, or blood fever, where the male is overwhelmed with emotion and unable to think about anything else but satisfying his biological imperative.

This state must be followed to its natural resolution. And there are only three known ways to do that. Taking a mate, the ritual combat and intensive, private meditation. Meditation is only attempted as a final resort, under circumstances where the pursuit of the other options is impossible. Achieving psychological resolution through meditation and thus correcting the chemical imbalance requires a degree of discipline that is extraordinary, even for a us.

But such attempts are rarely successful and most often merely defer the inevitable. The preferable response to Pon farr is to fulfil the impulse, as nature demands."

He broke off.

His voice had been calm and detached as if he was giving a report on the ships engine. McCoy and Kirk looked at him stunned. I kept my face lowered.
   
"Well, wow Spock, so what now? Your home-world is gone. We can't take you there. We could replicate it on the holo deck? But that still means you either need to umm" McCoy's cheeks turned red. "Mate or fight."

I felt Spock's eyes flicker to me while he spoke.
   "I do not think fighting will work, because the fight it is very violent and normally ends only when one of the fighters is dead. Vulcan's rarely ever fight because of this."

Kirk grinned.
   "Well then we just have to find you a.." he broke off rethinking his words. There was an uncomfortable silence in the med bay. I stood slowly and smoothed out my uniform.

"Lieutenant." Spock began and I held out my hand silencing him.

I took a cleansing breath. I looked at him and saw something I had never seen before. He looked almost vulnerable.

   "I need to think it has been a bad day." I nodded to Kirk and McCoy. I then left quickly.
Umm this gets a bit ..erm :blushes: towards the end, but the two after the next chapter are worse. So if your under 18 you will not be able to read them.. If you want to let me know :hug:
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XP You sooooo suck! You know I am under 18!!!