WOW, SO IT HAS BEEN FOREVER. I'VE BEEN CRAZY WITH WORK AND SCHOOL AND CHURCH AND LIFE BASICALLY, GONNA GET THIS STORY FINISHED AND GET CRACKIN' ON CARDASSIAN NIGHTS AND THE SISTERS UHURA...
ENJOY... :) (I HOPE...OH, AND IN CASE YOU NEED A WARNING...PON FARR IS NOT ALTOGETHER A GOOD TIME IN THIS FIC SO I HAVE DECIDED NOT TO DO THE ONE-SHOT BECAUSE IT WOULD NOT BE HOT...THAT'S ALL )
"Glad ta see you could grace us with yer presence." McCoy's cynical, gruff voice neither surprised nor stirred Spock from his position. He sat, perfectly still and watched the readings over the bed. Gentle beeps alerting him to the resting heart rate of the woman laying motionless below his watchful gaze. "Ya know Spock, she's been here for over fifteen hours and this is the first time I've seen you since you carried her in here. Hell, even Jim's stopped by twice and he's the captain of the ship!"
Spock said nothing. McCoy had diagnosed her as mostly dehydrated and her body exhausted and bruised and bitten. No broken bones, for which Spock was eternally grateful. Their quarters had not fared as well.
"Look, she's...she's gonna be fine." Dr. McCoy moved into Spock's direct vision. His voice noticeably softer and Spock found that he enjoyed the gentle accented timber when it was not directed in anger.
"Doctor McCoy, I understand your frustration. I have been remiss in visiting the Lieutenant. I am...unsure...of how to handle a situation such as this." Spock's thick voice hung in the air heavily like a fog over the bed. Both men turned their gazes to the bruised and battered body before them.
"What situation?" McCoy surely felt his gaze boring into him, but he did not flinch or acknowledge it.
"The situation in which I entered Pon Farr and repeatedly engaged in coitus with the Lieutenant for a week until her body was weak and battered and she lost consciousness in a selfish attempt to save myself from madness and death." Spock felt better after vocalizing the situation. He was responsible and the first step to fixing a problem was to identify the origin. He was the origin. All the pain in her life was a direct result of her relationship with him.
"Well," the doctor scratched the back of his head thoughtfully. His almost too long hair falling gently into his eyes. "When ya say it like that you kinda sound like a damn abusive jerk. Is that what you are?"
Spock swallowed. "We are, to a certain extent, our patterns, Doctor. Every seven years, although it is contrary to every desire and belief I have, it will be incumbent upon someone to take this beating." Spock cringed at the word usage. Painful, but appropriate. "Subjecting Nyota to that is....unthinkable."
"Nyota....we're makin' progress. That's the first time you haven't addressed her by rank since you got here." McCoy moved to his cabinet and poured a drink before returning to the bed. "In my experience, people, hell, and Vulcans, are what they make of themselves. Now, you tell me that you wanted to do this to her. Tell me that you got off on it, I mean, other than necessity, and I'll have you in the brig so fast you'll forget the numerical value of pi, but..." He took a drink from the glass and seemed to contemplate his next response carefully. "You tell me you love her, you tell me that every time you took her you died a little on the inside, and you tell me that the fear and the tears I saw when you ran in here holding her the moment your fever broke were genuine and I will say what I always say."
"What is it that you always say Doctor?" Spock had leaned closer to Uhura's figure and slid his hand underneath her still one.
"You're your heart not your body, and damn it, your body did that to Uhura, not your heart and you know her heart does not hold you responsible and I'm willing to bet her body wouldn't either if it could help it. Pon Farr...it's a nasty business, but she knew that when she signed up to marry you. Hell, I was one of the loudest objectors and she told me that if for a lifetime of you putting up with her emotional outbursts her punishment was a week of hot, kinky, sometimes dangerous continuous sex then she'd take that bet."
Spock's thumb stroked the back of Nyota's hand gently and her brow slightly furrowed.
"S-S-Spock..." Her weak voice crackled into the room.
"Yes, Beloved, I am here. I am always here." Spock could smell himself on her and had to force the shame at her discomfort and his scent all over her down into the darkest recesses of himself. In the part where no light shed, where the look on his mother's face as Vulcan crumbled was permanently ingrained and where he dared not trespass.
Nyota's eyes opened for a moment and her softly smiled as she resumed sleep.
"She's gonna be fine Spock...and so are you." Neither the Vulcan nor his wife noticed the doctor's quiet exit or his smile as he headed toward the bridge so Jim Kirk could ruin his mood.
LEONARD'S A BIG SOFTIE...HE'S JUST GRUFF...AND COARSE...KINDA LIKE SANDPAPER...LOL :)
