Disclaimer: ST characters aren't mine. However, Izzie, Joe, Eli , and Cat are mine.

Chapter 8-I Might Be Wrong

Izzie was gone when Spock woke up the next morning. He took his belongings back to his quarters and went to the science lab.

Izzie greeted him with a smile. "Good morning Spock."

Spock nodded to her. "Good morning Isobel."

Izzie motioned for him to sit down next to her. "Ok, let's just get this out in the open so we can move on and continue working together. Spock, I want to thank you for what you've done for me over the past several weeks. I'm sorry I got all weepy and emotional on you yesterday. I guess I just needed to get it all out. So, can we continue working as professionals?"

Spock felt a bit of disappointment. She is minimizing what we have experienced together. He gave her a curt nod. "Yes, Isobel. I would like to continue working with you."

She gave him a big smile. "Great. Ok, so Jim gave me back the data chip and I think everything is ready. When can we go to New Vulcan to try it out?"

"I will contact the elders and speak with Jim," said Spock.

"Excellent!" replied Izzie.

After he left, Izzie plopped down on the chair. Running her fingers through her hair, she sighed. Ugh. Ok I think that was convincing. I just can't do this. Not with him. I can't risk him getting hurt too. Grin and bear it Izz. Grin and bear it.


Arrangements were made for Spock and Izzie to beam down to New Vulcan. They were met by Sarek and Spock Prime.

Spock nodded to the two men. "Father. Ambassador."

Sarek nodded back. "Spock."

"Father, this is Dr. Isobel Landry. She created the formula for the VRP."

Sarek tilted his head. "Indeed. Welcome Dr. Landry."

Izzie shifted nervously. "Thank you sir."

Spock and Sarek walked ahead to the council chamber where the citizens would be meeting to begin getting the treatments.

Izzie followed, walking next to Spock Prime. Taking her hand in his he asked, "How have you been my t'hy'la?"

Izzie stopped walking. "Why do you keep calling me that? What's it mean?"

"Forgive me, Isobel. I forget sometimes that you are not my Cat. T'hy'la is a term of endearment. It means friend-lover or lifelong companion."

Izzie smiled. "I like that. Say it again."

"T'hy'la. Now, will you answer my question?"

"You never miss a thing do you?" Izzie smirked. "I am…coping. I'm sorry I didn't respond to your messages. I was going through a lot. Spock…errr…younger Spock helped me quite a bit through my healing process."

Spock Prime tried to suppress a smile. "You have grown fond of him." It was a statement, not a question.

Izzie slowly nodded. "Yes."

"Are you in love with him?" the older man asked.

Closing her eyes, Izzie gave a deep sigh. "Yes, although I have tried so hard not to."

They began to walk again. The older man wrapped her arm through his. "What will be, will be. You cannot deny it. He will eventually realize it as well." His face grew serious. "Isobel. There is something important I must tell you…about Vulcan males."

Izzie's face scrunched up. "Uhh..ok."

"Every seven years, Vulcans go into what is called the 'pon farr'. It is a psychophysical condition affecting Vulcans that causes them to go into a blood fever, becoming violent, and finally dying if they do not mate."

Izzie's eyes were wide. "Why are you telling me this?"

Spock Prime turned to face her. "Spock is coming close to the same age I was when I experienced my first pon farr. He will begin by acting irritable and withdrawn. The symptoms will progressively worsen until mating occurs. You should be prepared in case you encounter him during this state."

"Wow. That's…intense. You Vulcan people are insane, you know that? First with the weird mind voodoo and now with the crazy sex." Izzie loved using humor as a defense mechanism.

Spock Prime quirked an eyebrow. "And you, my dear, might be considered insane to have fallen in love with a Vulcan."

Izzie stuck her tongue out at him and nothing more was said.

The vaccinations and in vitro fertilization of the women went smoothly. All that was left to do was wait several weeks until pregnancies could be confirmed.

Before leaving, Sarek met with Spock and Izzie. "I have been informed of a small group of Vulcans who have inhabited the planet of Jaco IV. They were living there at the time of the genocide and have refused to leave. You should go and administer your treatments to them."

Izzie flinched at the word "genocide". He said it so matter-of-fact.

Spock nodded. "Yes, Father. We shall investigate and plan accordingly. Live long and prosper."

Sarek raised his hand in return. "Peace and long life my son."

Spock and Izzie stepped back as Spock called for the Enterprise to beam them aboard.


Several weeks passed, as Izzie made batch after batch of treatments. She hadn't really given much thought to what Spock Prime had told her about pon farr, which made her oblivious to the signs that Spock began exhibiting.

At first, no one thought much of it. Spock was indeed a bit irritable but everyone chocked it up to his large workload.

Izzie had been holed up in the lab and hadn't seen much of him.

All of a sudden she heard Jim on the intercom. "Dr. Landry please report to the bridge."

What does he want me up there for?

Exiting the turbo lift, Izzie stepped onto the bridge and walked up to Jim. "You rang, Captain?"

Jim smiled. "I've got good news and bad news Izz. The good news is that the people of Jaco IV are ready for you to come over as soon as possible. The bad news is that Starfleet needs the Enterprise to pick up some supplies from Starbase 24, so you and Spock will have to travel to Jaco IV by shuttlecraft. We'll contact you when we return and orbit the planet."

Izzie nodded. "I guess that's ok. I've never been in a shuttlecraft."

"You'll be just fine, Izz" said Jim. "Alright go pack your shit."

Spock followed Izzie into the turbolift. "So what time should I meet you and where?" asked Izzie.

Spock stared straight ahead. "You have 15 minutes to have all the necessary materials put upon shuttlecraft 2."

"15 minutes?" said Izzie.

"Yes, are you unable to calculate that amount of time?" he responded in a cold voice.

At that moment, the turbolift doors opened and he immediately stepped out.

Izzie was furious. Bastard. If that pole up his ass gets pushed up any farther, it'll come out of his nose!

Once aboard the shuttle, Spock and Izzie didn't say one word to each other. Just as they were about to enter the planet's atmosphere, an alarm started to go off.

Izzie began to freak. "What's that? What's going on?"

"It appears that our entrance into the atmosphere has caused the engine to lose power." Spock began hitting various buttons. "We have lost communications as well."

"WHAT?" Izzie's hands gripped the seat. "What? So we're gonna just crash?"

The shuttlecraft continued to plummet downwards towards the ground. "At our given speed and height, our chance of survival is 67.335%."

Five seconds later the shuttle crash-landed onto the surface. Spock immediately exited the shuttle and began to survey the area.

Izzie undid her safety harness with shaking hands. "Yeah, I'm fine by the way. Thanks for asking."

When she stepped out of the shuttle she was met with a beautiful sight. The planet was covered with large trees that looked to be hundreds of years old. She could hear running water in the distance.

She walked up to Spock. "I thought Vulcans like hot places. Why would they settle here?"

Spock's eyebrows were knitted together. "I do not understand. I cannot locate any signs of habitation. There are no Vulcan life signs within a hundred mile radius."

"Wait, so we're stuck? For how long?" Izzie could not believe this was happening. While it was often every woman's fantasy to be stuck on some beautiful tropical planet with a hot guy, this wasn't exactly how she would've planned it.

Spock looked irritated. "I am unable to determine the length of time that we will be here Dr. Landry. I must examine the damage done to the craft and work to repair the communication system."

Izzie raised an eyebrow. "So it's Dr. Landry now huh?"

"That is your name is it not?" Spock did not even raise his head to look at her.

"Ok, you know what? Screw you! I'm going for a walk," said Izzie.

Spock grabbed her arm. "It is unsafe to survey the area alone. You will stay here."

Izzie jerked her arm away. "I will do whatever the fuck I want you pointy-eared prick!"

With that she walked away. She walked through the trees, towards the sound of running water. Then she came across a beautiful lake with a waterfall. Looking down at her clothes she realized that she was covered in dirt. I think I've earned a nice swim.

Izzie abandoned her clothing and drove right in.

Spock turned back to the shuttle and tried to meditate a bit before working on the communication system. He knew what had been happening and yet he tried to ignore it.

Control. I must use control. I will conquer this.

But the fever in side him began to rise higher and higher. He found his sense of smell heightened along with his hearing, which was already sensitive. He could smell Izzie. It was getting dark as he walked out of the shuttle and followed her scent.

He soon reached the lake.

Spock saw Izzie's discarded clothing on the ground. He looked up and saw her in the water, facing away from him.

Izzie noticed that the two suns were setting. She squeezed the water from her hair and turned around to make her way back to the edge of the lake. But when she turned around, she was surprised to see Spock.

Izzie waded closer to the edge. The closer she got, the closer she realized that something was wrong. His eyes were dilated and were filled with hunger. She was the prey and he the predator.

She immediately realized what was going on. Oh my God…this is it. This is pon farr.


A/N: Woohoo! Are we ready? Get ready.