Okay, this is my very first fan fiction that I have had the courage to publish online. I have written about 25k words so far but have not finished it nor do I know how exactly it will end. But I have been working on it for over a year and decided to post it after being inspired by all the great fan fictions writers who have brightened up my life with their words. I hope this will entertain someone transport them to somewhere fun for a while.

BTW this is mostly based on TOS but not the movies because I don't really like the movies nor have I watched them recently. It is set near the end of the 5-year mission after all the events of season 3 with maybe some plot twists from the animated series thrown in.

And, as with any fan fiction, I don't own anything and this is written strictly for fun and not profit.

Spock had been in star fleet a very long time. He had been little more than a boy when he went off to star fleet academy in defiance of his father's wishes, considered still too young to fully master his erratic emotions. Though half human, Spock did not fully understand the human condition, had never been allowed to explore his human half, and had been raised to be ashamed of it though of course never allowed to express that shame. His academy days had been filled with academic successes and social failures as a result. He had been a bit of a pariah among his peers, that is until he met Pike. Captain Pike took the young Vulcan under his wing and recruited him into his crew and introduced him to the finer points of human social interaction. And Spock had flourished under Pikes command. He had even experimented with expressing human emotion though eventually he had discovered he much preferred the Vulcan disciplines.

Spock had completed two missions with Pike, just over ten years. The enterprise was now on the fourth year of its 5-year mission of deep space exploration under Captain James T. Kirk. Spock enjoyed his position as both ships first officer and science officer. He relished his opportunities to do scientific research in the far reaches of the galaxy and desired to continue that research in the future. However, he also understood that humans experienced time differently than Vulcans. He was content in his duties yet he observed many other crew members were anxiously awaiting their future assignments with many hoping to move up in the ranks on other vessels. One such crew member was Lt. Nyota Uhura.

Uhura was an excellent communications officer and communication on a galaxy class star ship was a vital role, but the future of the position itself was in question. Spock knew that the enterprise was due for retrofitting or decommissioning when the current 5-year mission completed. The new ship would have all new state of the art communications arrays and re designed science labs. A specialized communications officer manually relaying communiques and fine tuning reception would not be necessary. Therefore, officers such as Uhura would need to be reassigned to more relevant departments or to older ships without such upgrades.

Spock had offhandedly mentioned this to Lt. Uhura several weeks ago, and now she was here in his quarters asking questions regarding his opinion of her future in Starfleet. It was not unusual for a junior officer to ask advice of senior officers; however, Spock was not the usual candidate for mentoring requests. People tended to be put off by his matter of fact demeanor. Not so Lt. Uhura, she had never been intimidated by him, in fact she has often been known to openly flirt and tease Commander Spock in pubic. However, privately she had sought his counsel on more than one occasion and not just about her career. They had struck up a rather pleasant friendship and Uhura had mentioned more than once that she appreciated Spock's mentoring abilities and greatly valued his opinions. He had instructed her in the use of the Vulan lute, and also acted as sounding board when she recruited him in practicing various Vulcan dialects. Uhura proved a very talented musician and apt pupil and she was also just good company. It pleased Spock that he could assist her with her career decisions.

So, it was not unusual that Uhura was with Spock in his quarters discussing her future when the ship suddenly lurched forward throwing both Spock and Uhura off balance and causing them to tumble one atop the other on the floor.

"Well that's one way to get a girl on her back" Uhura quipped as Spock deftly assisted her from the floor and back on her feet. There was no time to respond in kind as the red alert klaxon had sounded and Spock and Uhura wasted no time in heading for the bridge.

As missions went, the assignment to ferry privileged diplomats from planet to planet should have been an uneventful one. But nothing routine ever goes to plan on the Enterprise. As Spock ran to the bridge with Uhura hot on his heels, he had the odd thought that he would not like to experience a time when Uhura was not by his side, not on the bridge seated in her station beside him. As colleagues, they sat 5 feet apart day in and day out but they also dined together, played music together, and spoke of so many things. In the past 4 years, they had become more than merely colleagues, Commander and Lieutenant, they had grown to be good friends.

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In the weeks that followed the minor incident during the diplomatic escort mission Spock had been forced to acknowledge that he was not himself. He was constantly on edge. Impatient. Easily distracted. It was becoming more and more difficult to control his thoughts and emotions. He decided he needed isolation and meditation therefore he planned on an evening alone in his quarters after his shift. However, above the incessant din of crew conversations and Uhura's humming on the bridge, he heard the captain request a game of chess after shift in the rec-room.

"Captain I would prefer an evening of quiet meditation."

"Spock, I have been trying to get in a game for the past two weeks and every time you claim meditation. Now I know how important such contemplation is for you, but I've never known you to be this unsociable" Kirk said jokingly.

He may have said it casually but Spock could detect the measure of concern underneath the request. He did not want Jim prying into his private affairs which the captain would certainly do if he continued his avoidance.

"Very well captain I shall meet you in recreation room 3 in two hours."

The remainder of his shift was uneventful yet trying. Everything aroused his senses. The usually comforting hum of the ships engines stressed his sensitive hearing, the chatter of personnel as they performed their duties interrupted his concentration, the temperature of the air on the bridge was unusually high, and his uniform fabric felt rough against his sweat dampened skin.

It took all of Spock's strength of will to perform his duties up to the standards he set for himself. Thankfully there was just routine scanning of the barren sector of space they were traveling through to contend with. Though perhaps the distraction of an alien race of superior beings hell bent on the Enterprises' destruction would provide satisfactory distraction and settle his disjointed thoughts and put him back in the right frame of mind.

But as he came to the end of his shift no such alien threat appeared and so it was that he had to meet the captain for a game of chess. It was not long into the match that Spock became distracted by activities in the rec room. There was the constant din of chatter from his fellow crew mates; the occasional clatter of game pieces as they tumbled from the tables or were slammed down in either victory or disappointment. There was also the usually pleasant musical entertainment from Lt. Uhura. She was playing a rather choppy rendition of a Vulcan tune on the lute he had procured for her. Normally her singing and paying had a tranquilizing effect on his senses but not today. Today it set him on edge and evoked unwelcome emotion. Everything was jarringly off, including his chess game. The captain was easily able to defeat him in 6 moves. It was an annoyance to be easily defeated however it also proved an opportunity to escape the stifling atmosphere of the recreation hall.

"If you will excuse me captain I believe I will adjourn for the evening. I am proving no match for you in chess at present."

"Wait Spock, I can see you are not up for chess perhaps another distraction is in order? How about -"

"No!" Spock all but shouted at his friend. He had not meant to raise his voice yet he felt a most urgent need to escape the room. The rec-room suddenly became quiet as all eyes rested on him. Even Uhura who was now surrounded by a harem of male admirers was blessedly silent.

Spock gathered his composure as best he could and respectfully excused himself. He felt the heat of eyes on his back as he departed but he did not look back.

In his quarters, he showered and tried his meditation. Again, peace of mind eluded him. He was interrupted once by the communicator console but he ignored it since it was his personal frequency. After several unproductive hours, he gave up. He went to his communications console and stared at it for a moment before he put in the frequency directions for his parents' home on Vulcan. He had not bothered to check his parents' itinerary as per usual before he made contact so he did not expect to find them at home but he would be provided with the necessary details to reach them if they were traveling abroad. Since his reconciliation with both Sarek and his mother he had begun to contact them on a semi-regular basis, still not enough for Amanda's liking, but it was a pleasant turn of events for all parties.

Prepared to leave a message, Spock was immediately greeted with his mother's visage on his screen instead.

"Spock dear what a lovely surprise. I am so glad you called"

"Greetings Mother"

"Greetings? to what occurrence do I owe this most formal of address?"

"Nothing has occurred. I was... Spock paused looking for something to fill the blanks. He was at a loss. His mother's happy face changed to a serious one instantly.

"Spock what's wrong".

"Nothing is wrong mother, I just wanted to 'check in' as you say."

"You never want to just 'check in'. And now that I have time to see you, you don't look well. You seem to have lost weight and you never had a surplus to begin with."

"Mother" he sighed.

"Don't mother me. I know what I speak of. Something troubles you my son. If you won't speak of it to me, perhaps you would like to speak to your father?"

Spock had an unaccountable moment of panic, as if he were a child about to be sanctioned for wrong doing. He tamped the emotion down immediately but not quickly enough for his liking.

"No Mother that will not be necessary. Now that I have made contact and know you are well I think I shall end the call."

His mother was silent for a long moment and then she seemed to relent. "Oh, alright, I can see you won't cooperate, as usual", she said with a huff. "Stubborn male child", she said under her breath theatrically, and then "I love you."

"I know" Spock replied, the only reply he could allow himself.

Once he terminated the connection he felt a wave of sleepiness. His mother's voice had always had a soothing quality and it had comforted him many times especially on those rare occasions when he had been ill as a child. Now it had settled over him like a blanket and made him feel warm and relaxed. Spock lay down on his bunk and allowed sleep to overtake his trouble mind at last.

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Spock awoke abruptly and surveyed his surroundings. He was not in his quarters. He was restrained to a bio-bed for the moment but he wasn't concerned, he knew ways around that... looking up and around the infirmary his eye landed upon Nurse Chapel. She was as beautiful as ever. Tall, blonde, compassionate, and utterly devoted to him, he knew. She would be willing to do anything he asked of her, like putty in his hands.

And he knew he could have her any time he wanted her even here in sickbay. And as he lay restrained in the bio-bed, his mind began to race with images of the things he would like to do to her body and he secretly smiled to himself. Yes, Christine was a temptation; but why settle on just Nurse Chapel?

There were many more such flowers on the Enterprise to be plucked by him. The tall, the short, the thin, the sturdy, the buxom, the petite, the dark, and the fair. Yet none were as lovely or alluring as Lt. Uhura who had just entered the sickbay carrying herself with the usual grace and confidence she effortlessly exuded.

Spock was not immune to his baser human instincts. Of course, he had noticed Lt. Uhura's generous attributes. He did however strive to always maintain a professional attitude towards his fellow crewmen on the ship. Even nurse Chapel who shamelessly flirted and tried to tempt him did not warrant more than fleeting erotic thoughts. He was methodical in his avoidance of the females on the vessel. However, the fever shredded all that very methodical control. Spock remembered now, he was ill, very ill with a fever again. His body burned.

And there was Uhura. She was a challenge to Spock's equilibrium and had been from the moment of their first meeting. Every day for the past four years, with their stations merely feet apart, Spock worked close to her always aware of her cheerful presence, her natural fragrance, her bright aura. And he was aware of so much about her. Personal things. Intimate things. Things that might cause her to blush prettily or playfully swat at him if she had any inkling that he knew them about her. He laughed to himself, if any of his fellow crew members knew the things he knew about them... Spock knew what they ate, when they neglected to bath, when they copulated, and often with whom. Things he could detect from such close quarters and his heightened Vulcan senses. The smell of their body odors, the subtle sounds of their bodily functions. The sound and pitch and tone of their voices alerting him to their moods. At times, he felt himself to be a living breathing medical scanner. And none of them even suspected...What fools could be.

And then there was Lt. Uhura. He knew Lt. Uhura better than anyone else on the ship aside from the captain. He knew when she was happy, sad, angry, when she was hungry or when her body was in estrus. He could name to the day and hour when she began and ended her monthly cycle just by the subtle clues her body gave off. She, unlike most female crew members preferred a natural 28-day cycle while many others opted to use hormone suppression methods for the sake of convenience. Uhura's fertility cycles was just one more thing about her that he cataloged in his memory and contemplated in the depths of his mind. He noted when her breast slightly swelled, when her body chemistry was slightly off, the changes in her body temperature, her very subtle mood swings. He knew when she was most fertile and ripe to be taken; like now for instance... He smiled. If she only suspected the things he knew indeed. Lt. Uhura was very beautiful too. Lush, exotic, plump in all the right places that attracted a male, full breasted, tiny waist, wide hipped with firm sculpted thighs... He had heard some of the male crew members call her "stacked" and "built". Such uncivilized barbarians, the lot of them, he often thought in contempt.

Lt. Uhura should not be here in the sickbay at this time of day Spock thought; she should be manning her post on the bridge. Perhaps speaking softly into her microphone or bending over the console studying data. In his irrational state, thoughts of his crew-mate and himself instantly flooded Spock's mind. While a fever raged within him and with all his Vulcan logic being gone Spock began to evolve a plan that would make his pre-Surakian ancestors proud. Spock was clever, but few in the federation truly understood the depths of cunning, aggression, and relentlessness that was the birthright of every Vulcan male. A male Vulcan in the midst of a premature Pon Farr was not to be underestimated. Thus, Spock channeled all his energies into one intent, to mate.