A/N: Oh dear! Left you handing there, didn't I? Oh well, here ya go! I do not own Star Trek, or any subsequent music or dancing groups mentioned in this fic. I do own Sascha Valyard.

"What?" Sascha was both confused and thrilled by what she'd heard. He stepped closer, and she took an instinctive step back.

"I need you, Sascha. Only you." His voice was smooth and almost seductive, and she wondered if he meant what she thought he meant. They continued moving around the room, every step away she took being matched by a step closer from him.

"Spock, I think you need to meditate for awhile. Would you like to do that?" She'd cornered herself now, and pressed her back against the wall. He continued to step towards her slowly, and she prayed McCoy would get here before Spock did something stupid. She ran her knowledge of his culture through her head as quickly and thoroughly as possible, but couldn't find an explanation. She did find, however, a technique used for young Vulcans who were having control problems. As he got into her personal space, she held up two fingers together, hoping he'd know what it meant. He stared for a bit, before copying the action. She slowly and gently ran her fingers over his, front and back, and waited to see if he'd reciprocate. He did, and she was able to maneuver them to the bed, where they sat and continued the motions.

Her door chimed, and he stiffened, but relaxed when her fingers made another pass over his. She murmured the authorization code and ordered the computer to open the door. She heard the teams come in and look around. McCoy spotted them through the doorway, and started for them. She shook her head, turning back to Spock.

"Spock, is it okay if we go somewhere?" She said quietly. He looked at her for a long moment.

"Together?" His voice was small and somewhat vulnerable; she nodded. "Alright." Slowly, they both stood up, never separating their fingers, and walked slowly towards McCoy, who injected Spock with a sedative with a hypospray. The security team carried him out.

"Doc, I'm coming along." She said, slipping on some shoes. He shook his head.

"He might still be volatile, Valyard." She stood her ground as she packed a small bag with her PADD and a change of clothes.

"And without me, he'll definitely be more volatile. I'm coming, McCoy, whether you like it or not." She glared at him. He grumbled, but headed out, leading her along. She spent the night in the sick bay on campus at the Star Fleet Academy, sending a message to Spock Prime about what had happened. In an hour, Spock had woken back up, and she'd begun the finger exercise again while McCoy worked on his medical tests. Sarek and Spock Prime came soon after that, finding Sascha keeping Spock calm.

"Sascha, what happened?" Spock Prime said first, while Sarek moved to Spock and seemed to meld with him. She watched for a bit before answering Spock Prime. She told him of the events of the night, leading right up to their time spent in sick bay. He nodded, and seemed to understand what was going on. Sarek had moved off to one side, and was gesturing for her to join him. She stood and went to move, but her hand was grabbed tightly. She looked down to see Spock holding it, glaring daggers at Sarek and Spock Prime. She though she heard him give a quiet growl, and she looked to the two older Vulcans for advice. Spock Prime appeared to be discussing something with Sarek that seemed to cause some alarm. She heard younger Spock mumbling and leaned down to hear him better. He just kept repeating the same word in Vulcan, though she didn't know what it meant. His grip loosened on her arm.

"Ambassador, Spock Prime, what is wrong with him?" She asked, looking at them as Spock brushed his fingers along her hand. Sarek couldn't seem to take his eyes off of their hands, and Spock Prime just had a small smile on his face. "Please, tell me." She said in Vulcan, realizing that they were worried about the other humans in the room. Spock Prime stepped forward.

"If you'll allow me to do a mind meld, I can explain everything." She glanced between the three Vulcans, then nodded her assent. Spock Prime placed his fingers lightly on her face and she closed her eyes as the meld began. Bit by bit, information on something called the Pon Farr flitted through her consciousness. She was surprised, but paid attention, knowing that every piece of information was crucial. As it finished, she opened her eyes, relieved until she saw the sad looks on Sarek and Spock Prime's faces. She looked between them.

"But, this is good right? A star ship could make the trip to New Vulcan and have his bond mate here in hours. He's going to be okay." Their lack of response was beginning to worry her. "Right?"

"Spock's bond mate was killed on Vulcan during Nero's attack." Sarek said quietly. Her eyes widened, and she looked down at Spock the younger. He looked at their hands, still brushing his fingers over hers. He moved to press their palms together, and Sarek's gasp caused her to pull away quickly and look at him. He looked worried, and she began to put things together.

"Wait, if his bond mate is dead then…" She looked at him, her heart falling. "Then he'll die too." She looked at them, and she didn't even bother to hide her emotions. "There has to be something we can do!" Spock Prime nodded and Sarek glared at him.

"Indeed, Sascha. It seems, he's chosen you as a new bond mate." Her eyes widened as she took that in. She'd given up the idea of ever having him, and now it might be the only thing to save her life. She thrilled at what Spock Prime said about younger Spock having chosen her, but she also wondered if he would have chosen her if he'd been in his right mind.

"Is there no one else? Could we not bring him an unbonded female from New Vulcan?" Sarek seemed to approve. Spock Prime shook his head, and Sarek pulled him off to the side. They had what looked to be the Vulcan equivalent of a heated argument. She stared at them, moving her hand a bit each time Spock tried to press their palms together. He seemed to be getting a bit frustrated at this point. Sarek and Spock Prime turned back to the pair.

"I'm afraid it may have to be you. We'll leave you to think it over." Sarek made sure the room was cleared, even convincing McCoy to leave. She looked down at Spock.

"How do I know you won't regret this, Spock?" She murmured. He looked up at her, his hand reaching for her face. She closed her eyes as his fingers brushed across her cheeks. Without warning, he melded with her.

A/N: I think you all can handle me leaving it there. Love to all of you, please review!