"Spock?" Nyota questioned again, taking a step toward him. The growl had unnerved her. What should she do? Should she go to him? Touch him? Why was he not speaking to her? The alien room was making her nervous.

"Fleitau." Undress, he spoke to her in Vulcan.

The command behind that word made her blood run cold. But they'd talked about this, she reminded herself. 'It is important that you remain... submissive' he'd said. She hadn't quite understood what he'd meant, and he hadn't elaborated. This must be part of that, she told herself calmly. "Okay." she answered him in kind. "Don't worry Spock, I'm here for you." She took a step closer and began to pull off her clothes, leaving them on the floor. By the time she reached him, she knelt on the floor before him, nude. This was still her Spock, and there was nothing to be afraid of. His eyes had followed her hungrily, and she felt slightly self conscious.

Mesmerized by the sight of the nude female before him, Spock's hand reached out to trace Nyota's face, brushing her psi-points, then travelling down over her collar, against the side of her breast. The low growl issued from his chest again. In all of her time with Spock, she hadn't heard such a sound. She'd heard a gentle purr twice ever when he'd been especially content, but never this.

"I burn..." he choked out in Vuhlkansu. His eyes closed and his fingers trembled.

"Spock, it's oka -" Nyota gasped as he suddenly pounced, his hands on her shoulders as she hit the rough carpet hard, flat on her back. She shrieked in spite of herself, panic welling up fast. She couldn't think. Spock's teeth were on her then, forcefully biting into the soft flesh between neck and shoulder. "Oh!" she yelped in pain and thrashed to pull away from him. She hissed. "Spock, stop! Stop! You're hurting me - ah!" The teeth broke flesh and Nyota's eyes welled with tears, her heart beating frantically. She pressed at his chest with her hands but he was immovable stone. She scrabbled at him with her nails but he only growled again, his eyes sparking with desire as he licked the trail of blood from her wound. She could feel the hot rod of his flesh slide along her thigh and shuddered, stifling a sob. She'd been so determined to do this. What the fuck was she doing here now? All logic, all thoughts of her previous commitment fled. For the first time in her life, Nyota felt weak. Helpless.

"Spock!" she shouted at him.

"Mate." Spock thrust against her thigh and keened, squinting his eyes and throwing his head back in pleasure at the delicious friction. Yes, his confused mind supplied him. Yes, this. This will ease the burning. He thrust again, then forced a knee between her legs, widening her stance. Nyota tried to pull at his hair, tried to scrabble with her feet to escape. She awkwardly tried to knee him in the balls but she wasn't sure whether she'd hurt him or simply angered him. He gave a great roar and grabbed at her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. His other hand fit to her psi-points and pressed. "Desist!" he commanded harshly. "Attend!"

And then Nyota felt an alien mind for the first time. It was like a hot knife slicing through her psyche and she fought with all her inexperienced being to thrust back, sending a clumsy message meaning No! Keep out! She didn't want this, couldn't take this. She felt violated by the sensation.

Spock, in a green haze, could hardly make sense of his surroundings. It was not conscious thought that drove him, but excruciating pain, confusion, and longing. This was his mate, his mind supplied. She who will quench your fires. She who would bond with thee. He reached out to take, but she seemed to push back. Some part of his agonized psyche screamed You are my mate! Why do you abandon me? I NEED. He thrust through the wall of her mind, seeking connection. Isolated, isolated, my mate my bondmate k'diwa I CANNOT FIND THEE! His katra was ragged with the agony of rejection. Fighting, fighting, who would fight him? He must fight back! He must obtain his equilibrium! At any cost, any cost, any cost... He took a breath, but it did not clear the fog or the hot coals searing the skin from his bones, the ache that made him want to curl in on himself and die, the soul-cold isolation of his mind, unbonded.

"Kroykah!" Nyota shouted in desperation. It had some effect. His eyes, once glittering with menace, temporarily clouded with confusion to regard her. She took the opportunity and thrust with all her might, temporarily unbalancing him and struggling across the floor. She felt her ankle clasped, she screamed as she heard it snap. She clawed herself across the carpet, reaching for her discarded dress, the comm unit there, she spotted it sprawled on the dim floor.

The seconds were a blur, they stretched timelessly. Pain, pain, pain. She fought to control her focus. She needed to get her ass out of this situation. She didn't know how she got there intact, but finally her fingers closed around the unit and flipped open the screen. "UHURA TO BRIDGE! SEND SECURITY! SEND A MEDICAL TEAM! CODE RED! CODE RED!" She gasped as Spock growled and tried to wrench the device from her hand. She bashed it against his face with all her strength. He would bruise, but he was Vulcan. He had inhuman strength. Inhuman. All this time she'd loved his alien nature, but now it only inspired horror. This was not Spock, not the Spock she knew. She'd loved a gentle being who had given her respect. Well. She wasn't about to be another nameless victim of spousal abuse and rape.

Within seconds a security team had burst into the sealed quarters. She didn't have it in her to process what exactly happened, but only felt overwhelming relief when strong, human hands closed around her form and got her out of there. A body was holding her close but gently to his body, and she finally let the fight go out of her. It was over.

"Finnley, clear the corridor." a comforting, gruff voice commanded. "I want a clear path to sickbay. No need to disgrace the lieutenant further."

"Aye, Sir."

It was only then that she realized she was still naked. She leaned her head against the man's shoulder. She couldn't seem to place who he was. It didn't matter. Her head hurt terribly from her psychic battle with Spock. She closed her eyes and let herself finally rest, a mere handful of minutes feeling like hours or even days.