er.. its best if you don't question this chapter too much- I'm not entirely sure where it came from... it did have a purpose, but it's lost on me at present...


Spock buried himself in problems. Scientific problems that needed to be solved. He needed to resume bringing logic back into his life- he set up screens around his chamber and ensured they would hit him at full speed with the most complicated problems they could produce, he didn't want this to be easy. Lights down, commence modified training program. He could barely hear the questions through the blood pumping through his ears, however he managed to provide correct solutions to each problem within the time limits he had imposed and once he came to the end of the round of questions he found himself frustrated as he felt no different from before- deciding he needed harsher conditions he decreased the allowed time and programmed in penalties. Commence modified training program 2. The questions were spoken at triple speed and his time limits were halved. Each question unanswered increased the temperature in his room by a few degrees, and he found himself making more and more mistakes as the heat began to grate at him.

"Captain."

"Yeah, Scotty?" Jim looked away from Uhura, who was seething.

"Captain, there's a problem with the temperature in Commander Spock's quarters- its been rising from half an hour- I've tried to shut it off, but there's some sort of manual override..."

"Ah crap- Uhura, with me." Jim was on his feet and out of the door, his communications officer following close behind.

"What is it?"

"I don't know, but it can't be good- Scotty, how hot is it in there?"

"223 Fahrenheit- Captain- he's inside the room." Jim broke into a sprint, startling Uhura.

"Captain?!" He wasn't listening, just looking for the right door, once found he tried to open it to no avail.

"Bridge! Open Commander Spock's chambers!" he hammered on the door. "SPOCK!"

"Sir... it isn't responding to our controls..."

"Damnit, Spock- open the door!" He threw himself into the hard barrier. Uhura turned the corner to see the Captain kicking at Spock's door.

"What are you doing?!"

"He's locked in there- its over 200 degrees in there and rising." he grabbed the two parts that made up the doorway and tried to wrench them apart. "Open the door!"

"Move. Computer, this is Nyota, please grant me entrance to the commander's chambers, I know he has programmed my authorisation." She tried to keep the shaking out of her voice as the doors slid open and they were hit with a wave of hot air. Looking for the manual controls, Jim quickly found the controls were tied to the computers dotted around the room. Seeing Spock barely holding himself up on hands and knees he knelt next to him.

"What did you do, Spock?"

"I... am merely running a training sequence... and have everything under my control..."

"Computer- disengage training sequence. Are you nuts?"

"I need... I needed to..." Uhura gently moved Spock's head so he was facing her and wiped a sheen of sweat from his brow.

"It's okay. It's fine. Can you..." she ran her fingers through his soaked hair, "Come with me to the sick bay, please?"

"I do not think that-"

"Spock, you need to come with me, okay?" she spoke in a firm, but gentle voice. "Your body isn't accustomed to such large temperatures, and I don't recall seeing you at lunch today- think about it logically- you need to come with me to see Dr McCoy."

"Nothing is logical any more- I cannot seem to... I can't..."

"shh, shh- it's okay- I want you to come with me, okay? Spock? Spock!" He sagged in her arms, his breaths shallow, his eyes unseeing. "Captain!"

"Crap! Bones, prepare the sick bay for our arrival- Uhura." Jim motioned to Spock and she placed a kiss on his forehead and allowed her Captain to pull her companion into his arms.

"What's going on?"

"Spocks dehydrated, overheated and barely concious"

"What happened?!"

"We'll explain when we get there." two sets of feet pounded down the corridors of the Starship Enterprise.

TBC


I'm no scientist so the temperatures... I dont know if theyre dangerous or not- particularly as I don't ever work in Fahrenheit...