A/N this chappy is a bit m-ish but the story is M so you'll have that. I'm warning you now though so if you don't like that you can skip this chappy. Don't worry it's fairly classy. Thank you to all who are reviewing and reading. Bless your hearts, you make me smile. Life is better for you all in it! _/\_

Surak's personal log

I am stranded in the Forge even as my Teslu aches in fever in Raal. I have had to meditate on the anger I feel for my having let her go with only T'Klaas as her support. The two females with her, T'ua, and T'Hya are worthy, but they are new in logic, new in the understanding of this path that will save Vulcan. That, and I know she may not have the help of a healer without potentially showing the secret that she is not pure Vulcan. T'Klaas, I trust will do what he can, but he is no healer, and knowing T'Lyn's penchant for stubbornness it brings my mind little serenity.

There is also the matter of S'Vec. T'Klaas informs me he has formed a base bond with T'ua. That is agreeable, but I also am filled with trepidation. I find the only thing more disagreeable to knowing the future, is only knowing part of the future. In the concept of quantum time mechanics, I am at a loss. If it is that T'Lyn and T'Klaas have always come back to this time, then it is logical to assume that S'Vec always betrayed me. If, however, this entity known to me as Q changed the time slip for the first time, then it is logical to assume that S'Vec's behavior might already be altered. The missing component then remains…is what they have always done, or are they changing time. I do not have sufficient information to draw conclusions.

If they are changing time, then it is reasonable to assume that S'Vec's bond might well save T'Lyn in the future. If this as it has been always, then it is also safe to assume that perhaps T'Lyn's pon farr plays some role in his strange obsession.

For all my logic, I am a man bound in time. I question why this Q being has not come to me, yet has sent me T'Klaas and T'Lyn. I cannot apply logic to this Q being given that if he is as T'Lyn and T'Klaas have described him a higher being. What is elementary for me, is improbable for the sehlat, and impossible for the sandworm. I must conclude that this Q see's me as the pests on the sandworm, both unable to understand his reasoning, and incapable of having it explained.

No matter the path I have begun preparations to save my wife, and some of my followers if this Q entity proves to be unstable, and also in preparation for a time when she might need to live without me. With her in my mind, I feel more creative than I ever have, and the understanding of IDIC, the shadow of the meaning, flows like lava from me. I am on the verge of solving energy problems that keep us at war, and with that, the water problems of my planet as well.

I cannot afford to lose her, she grants my raging mind creative notions, and offers me this human concept of hope. It is a balm to my logic, when she says to me, "We are stuck with each other." The tone is playful, not possessive, and I carry it with me even as I feel her burning. If she dies, then there is a possibility that I will follow her, our bond is that strong. So I wait the storm, and make use of the time, constructing Vulcan's future, and potentially a place of safety for she who is my wife.

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S'Vec paced in his room. T'ua and T'Hya had gone on a hunt for a sehlat for a feast that was being held this evening. The clan mother was very much in favor of these teachings that Surak had brought, and tonight they were having a celebration. He had wanted to go, had wanted to spill some blood, but found himself in embroiled in a conflict. His beast was screaming at him, that being a servant, and in servitude was no place for him, who was a conqueror.

A few short weeks ago, he would have taken T'ua, T'Hya, and T'Lyn as his own. He would not have cared if there was willingness or devotion in their eyes. He would have possessed them, and that would have been enough.

No, not anymore. Behind the thin veneer of his logic he now saw that there was more, and he wanted that. T'Lyn looked at Surak with eyes that seared into S'Vec's soul. Devotion, adoration, obedience. The three words haunted him.

T'ua seemed to have that in a measure when she looked at him, but it was not…enough. He wanted. In his more honest moments he admitted he wanted more, he wanted the same devotion, adoration, and obedience that Surak had. He wanted what Surak had, what he was gaining amongst their people. All of Vulcan seemed to be falling into line with the man and it was…infuriating!

He faced the wall separating him and T'Lyn. She was weak now. She was in need. A few paces and he could pass it off as her madness, if he took her. No one would blame him; they might even think him a hero for saving her life.

He ran his hand over his forehead, and then perhaps, Surak would have to look at the child she would bear and wish it to be his, as S'Vec now wished all Surak had to be his.

He straightened his tunic and smoothed his hair down. He growled inwardly, even his hair was not under his command anymore. This ridiculous precise bob that was the style of the followers, as Surak wore his. He blustered, even the women, who used to wear their hair long and braided, now with this…

His beast roared inside him as he took the few steps to the door, opening it he was but a pace and a half from her room. His sensitive ears could hear her tiny mewling behind the door. He could smell her scent,she smelled as no other Vulcan woman he had ever met, it was intoxicating. His eyes closed as he took in the ambience of need.

He opened the door just a crack. She was laying on her side in a simple white gown. It was clinging to her from the moisture pooling over her skin. The fabric was transparent at her hips and back, he could see her skin through the gauze of the gown.

Her spiced scent hit his sinus and his head spun. He could see himself weaving his fingers through her pale hair. He looked at his empty hands, he was trembling. His eyes and mouth began to water. He wanted to enter the room. Never before would he have hesitated. Now, he stood trembling with the mere image. He balled his hands into a fist, and turned away. He shut the door behind him, and began to walk back to his room.

"Is there a problem?" A voice called from behind him.

S'Vec rounded, "No, I was seeing if the t'sai was safe, nothing more."

T'Klaas cocked his head, "And is she?" he asked, letting the question linger thick into the air.

"She is." S'Vec said with resolve in his voice, he turned again entering his room.

T'Klaas could hear S'Vec shut and lock the door of his room. He pursed his lips. Surak had bid him to be mindful of S'Vec, and from his learning as a boy, had heard the name S'Vec as being what he understood as the first Romulan leader. He felt it only logical to be reserved in his trust. He had watched in silence as S'Vec opened T'Lyn's door. From outward appearance he did seem to be "just" checking in, as he himself was about to do. T'Klaas pushed the thoughts aside, and entered T'Lyn's room.

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S'Vec sat next to T'ua by the fire. She was beaming. "We killed four sehlat today. The feast will be wonderful." She smoothed her fingers down his cheek and he beamed at her.

"It is a good hunt T'ua." He whispered into her ear, "It is hard to imagine giving up meat is it not?"

"T'ua turned to the cook fire, "It is, but Surak makes a good point. The animals have the right to their lives as much as we. It will be a process learning to pull from the ground what we need to eat, rather than hunting or buying meats."

S'Vec stared into the fire, "Agreed, but it will also diminish the wars fought over the hunting and animal farms." He winced saying those words. It was logical, it was always logical, and how can you fight a foe that always seemed to be correct.

T'ua looked at him, "That is agreeable, a very agreeable way to look at it indeed." She caressed his cheek with the back of her fingers, "You have become an amazing man, S'Vec of Raal. Is it a struggle?"

S'Vec began to lull into her touch when he saw a familiar form walking through the darkness. He tensed, his throat closed. The form became a silhouette, and that became the night faded shape of Surak. He was walking from the dark edge of the compound and when his features caught the light of the fire S'Vec stood automatically.

T'ua looked up at S'Vec, her eyes followed the line of his. She stood as he had, "Surak has arrived!"

S'Vec nodded. He saw the look on Surak's face, he was in anguish. He was suppressing it well, but to S'Vec who had made his life on reading his opponents, it was as clear as if he had been wearing his emotion openly. His agony pleased him. He hated himself for it, he hated that Surak's agony pleased him. Surak and his bond mate had given freely of themselves, and all he wanted was….He looked at T'ua, she was looking after Surak in admiration. He wanted all Surak possessed.

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T'Klaas was standing guard outside T'Lyn's door. He heard the hard click of shoes coming toward him, their pace held a sense of urgency. He turned to them and was relieved to see it was Surak. He raised the ta'al to him, "Teacher, it is agreeable to see you again."

Surak raised the ta'al, "The trip was eventful, it is agreeable to be here. How is she?"

"She is not well, Osu. She is attempting to meditate. Her humanity is beating against the rage of the pon farr, her body is sweating out as much she drinks. It is fortunate you made it, Osu, I do not think she would live much longer without you."

Surak frowned, "I would hope you would have seen to her livelihood had I not, T'Klaas."

T'Klaas's eyes widened, "Osu…"

Surak put his hand on T'Klaas's shoulder, "Better you than…others." He looked over his shoulder, "Go join the celebration fire, T'Klaas. I will be attending to my wife."

T'Klaas bowed and waited to hear the lock on the door before leaving as Surak had instructed him.

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The room was dark, save a single meditation lamp sitting before his wife. It was good to see her again. He slid off his top robe from his shoulders and tossed it carefully on the chair. He could feel her burning in his mind, and with the closing proximity he was spilling into his own blood. He walked toward her silently, tugging gently at their bond so he would not frighten her.

Her head was lulled downward, it was damp with sweat, and she was not moving. As he touched her shoulder she was roused, "Ashal-veh," he said quietly, "Your meditation is impressive, but unneeded now."

T'Lyn's eyes opened, and she moaned softly, snaking her arms up back up his arms. "You made it." She whispered, as she began rubbing her hands over his arms and up his chest.

Surak's eyes fluttered closed, his mouth parted as her touch ignited barriers placed between them so he could function as she burned. Years of his emotional discipline was burning in him.

T'Lyn twisted up onto her knees, burying her nose into his neck her mouth working against the fabric, "Surak," she sighed, and her fingers becoming more demanding as she tore at his burgundy cloth.

Surak was struggling to keep his rationale. Her touch was burning through him. He leaned his head back and moaned, her fingers were so nimble, so soft. There was primal delight in the feel of her moist lips suckling at his neck. Why am I not giving myself over to the madness? She is mine, I am hers.

He pulled at her thin linen gown. He heard the snapping of stitches, each pop electrifying his mind. He should have given himself to her when she asked originally, he should have…He heard himself growl a moment before his bride kneeled before him now free of garments. It took all of his control but he stepped back from her. He needed to drink in this sight, it was only logical to do. She was smooth and divine, her body blushing in need. His trembling fingers went the clasps of his robes, he was cursing himself for the specious planning of wearing this particular robe, too much binding, too much…he began tearing at his tunic.

T'Lyn stood before him, the cooler night air caressing over her wet skin, raising bumps over her slender arms. She smiled at him as she slithered onto the bed, beckoning him to her with their bond. Come to me K'Diwa, I need you, I want you…feel me want you, Surak. She began sending him the full force of her fire, lowering the small measure she had put up to survive.

Surak's body began to shake, he was pulling at his clothes, and mumbling, "You are fool, Surak, you are a fool for wearing these damn-dable formal robes." He heard T'Lyn giggle, it sounded like a mewling sehlat kit begging for its mother's attention. "I am coming, my love. I am…" he ripped harder, his mind not connecting with his hands on how to undo the bindings of his robes.

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S'Vec picked at the meat and watched as T'Hya's family played music and danced around the fire. T'ua was next to him swaying softly to the beat of the music. He looked at her and then his eyes trailed back to where Surak had disappeared. He frowned, and then he saw T'Klaas enter the courtyard. He looked to his plate, pushing it aside he stood. "T'ua, I am fatigued. I am going to meditate and then sleep."

She graced him with a small smile, and raised her two fingers to him, "Rest well, when things are resolved with T'Lyn, I'm sure there will be much work to do."

He caressed her fingers softly, "Indeed, including our bonding. Until the morrow my Ashal-veh."

S'Vec walked to his room, entering he closed the door and locked it behind him. From under his bed he pulled his small com. He booted it up, typing the algorithms to activate his surveillance. It was an old habit, one he doubted, logic or not, he would give up. His finger lingered over the activation button. He was violating their privacy, but he convinced himself that if he did this…perhaps, it might make the jealousy go away.

He struck the key and the monitor flickered to life.

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Surak was tearing at his clothing but not getting any more naked than he was before he started. T'Lyn waited, but not long. She reached out to him, and grabbed his shoulders, flipping him to the mattress with a single swift move. Surak opened his mouth to speak but T'Lyn covered it with hers, he surrendered to her. The crackling of the seams of his clothes filled the room, causing Surak to shutter. She pulled from the kiss, her eyes raked over his body, followed by the soft pads of her fingertips.

Surak pivoted toward her so he could run his hands up her body. She was so soft, so warm, and the desire for her overwhelmed him. His eyes were on her bosoms, she a pressure at his groin made him jerk forward and gasp. He looked and she had wrapped her hand around his length. She looked at him in the eyes; he saw the madness of the fever burning there. Her green eyes were dark with the blood pumping hard through her body. She moved and he grabbed her hard pulling her close to him. He came here thinking he would let her have her way with him to simply appease her fever, looking into her eyes, and feeling the power of the devotion and love she held for him the plan had changed. He may yet allow her to use him by her leave, but he found within himself his own need.

He pressed his mouth against hers, letting his tongue dance in her mouth as he pulled her until she was over top of him. Wrapping his arms around her back he flipped them both so he was atop her. She struggled but he grabbed her hands and pressed them into the pillow. He pulled from the kiss at her mouth, tracing his kisses over her jaw to her neck where he began biting at her. You are mine, T'Lyn. I will mark you again, and again, because I possess you…and you will possess me.

She moaned and whimpered, it was music to his beast, and when her hips bucked against his body he took great joy in pressing her down with his hips. He would have his time, he savor the taste of her neck, the feel of her contracting and writhing beneath him. He felt like a man, her man.

His hips began grinding against hers, and the flexing of her muscles pushing back brought a growl to his throat, he bit harder, and licked at her sweet flavors. When he released he looked down at her darkened face, "You will be still, Teslu, while I attend you." He commanded, in at thick smoky voice. He released her wrist and glared at her snapping their bond when she flinched.

His hand slid down her side until he came to her creamy thighs, he guided them to part for him. When his groin met hers he graced her with a small smile, "Good girl." He purred, as he guided himself up and down her slick folds. "Who are you devoted to, T'Lyn? Who has your heart?" He asked feathering kisses over her mouth, "Tell me, I need to hear it. I wish to hear it. " Surak nibbled at her lips as his beast's ears perked to hear her reply.

"You." T'Lyn moaned, she tried to buck against him, but he pressed her down.

"No, my sweet." He said pulling at her lips with his teeth, "Do not move. Now…say my name." He pressed himself into her to give her a taste, and then pulled away.

She growled her need building deep within her core, "You, my husband, Surak." She said plainly, but now in the modern English she grew up with, and not the dialect of the time.

He pressed himself into her fully, aroused that her discipline fractured by her arousal for him, for him. The possession, it finally burned fully in his veins. His hips began to piston, and he released her hands, "Possess me, my wife." He growled and claimed the other side of her shoulder.

T'Lyn's back arched under her husband, her nails raked down his back. She bit his shoulder drawing small pearls of green blood. He growled and took her harder, and she bit deeper. He wrapped his arms fully around her, angling her he began taking her with a savage passion. He would hear her scream his name, he would fill her with his child, and she would want no other but him for all of her days. T'lyn, he said through their bond, screaming through the rage of fever in her mind, I love you.

T'Lyn screamed, and the fever began retreating inch a time, I love you my husband.

They crashed together, in absolute ecstasy, and before either could catch their breath, their dance began again.

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S'Vec watched the monitor. Tears streamed from his eyes. Even in his madness he could see what Surak had, how precious and rare the gift he had was.

"I will have what you have one day, Surak. " he whispered. He wanted to turn off the monitor, and mediate these thoughts away, instead he would not miss a moment, touch, or word passing between Surak and his bride.