Chapter 4
Koss looked up from his place on the ground. He shuddered as another wave of arousal shot through him. The Vulcan sun beat down, warming his already overheated body. He shielded his eyes from it and pushed his body up with his arms. He felt so weak, so tired.
He stood up, brushing his hands off on his pants. Taking a tentative step ahead, he saw a figure in front of him. Gathering his strength he moved towards it.
The heat from the sun made the ground shimmer and move, creating illusions, but he could see the solid figure. It had to be a mirage.
"T'Pol…" He breathed and reached out for her.
She turned around, her eyes wide, a human _expression. He tamped down his feelings of anger. She had been around humans too long, choosing them over her bond with him, leaving him to suffer the Pon Farr alone.
"Koss?" She said his name in wonder.
Somewhere back in his mind he wondered how a mirage could communicate, but that thought was broken as another wave of desire shot through him, only making him angrier.
"T'Pol, I need you. Why aren't you here?" He asked, his anger palpable, but his sadness clenching his heart as well.
"I dissolved our bond, Koss. It was the most logical thing to do since I am a part of Enterprise and you cannot leave Vulcan." She said, making him shake with his disappointment and rage, but more importantly, his desire. Her voice only augmented his want.
"I need you!" He screamed at the hallucination.
He watched as she fell to her knees at his feet. Suddenly, he felt very terrible, for having yelled at her.
"T'Pol, you knew I would need you. Why did you leave? WHY?" He yelled, his anger and sadness hitting him with full force.
She started to cry, and he realized his emotions and feelings were affecting her as well. Good, as it should be.
"I'm s…sorry, Koss." She stuttered.
He turned his face away "You should be."
When he looked back, she was no longer there, and he was once again, alone in the desert, alone until the end of his days.
Archer pulled himself away from T'Pol and stood up, pacing around his office. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to make the headache, that had suddenly popped up, subside. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't very well sleep with his science officer, his first officer, his subordinate, like she wanted him to, could he? Why did she even want him to? There were plenty of other men on board the ship she could have turned to.
Oh, he needed to just go somewhere and think, just get away from this situation. He looked over at her and almost melted when he was met with a heated gaze. "Do you think Phlox could give you a sedative or something until we figure out what we're going to do?" He asked desperately trying to fight his increasing arousal around her.
"We already know what will cure it." She stated and stood, walking towards him. She reminded him of a tigress stalking her prey and he suppressed a groan when he realized HE was her prey.
Taking a deep breath he made a desperate attempt. "We don't even know that mating will make your pon farr subside since it's not yours to begin with."
She stopped dead in her tracks. "Indeed, we don't." She fastened him with a hungry stare, a gleam in her eyes. "I'm willing to try though, aren't you?"
"As a last resort." He swallowed hard. "Let's get you to sickbay and see if Phlox can get you something to make the, uh, arousal," He reddened "…lessen." He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of his ready room. When the door opened onto the bridge, he let go of her arm and walked towards the lift, her following behind.
Hearing a few snickers from the bridge crew, he looked up to see her staring, rather intently, at his behind. He reddened and pulled her into the lift, sighing as the doors closed. Looking over his shoulder, he saw her glaring at him. He gulped and turned away.
Anger rose in her quickly as he pulled her into the lift. She tried to quell the emotion, but was unable to contain it. When he looked over at her, she glared at him. He was being illogical. They knew the problem, they knew the solution. It was very simple: mate or die. She didn't precisely know whether mating would calm to fever since it was Koss's and not hers, but it was the most logical step. A sedative to ease the symptoms, would only delay the inevitable. However, he was her captain, so she must follow his orders, no matter how illogical they were.
The lift stopped and he gestured for her to leave before him. She almost smiled. He obviously didn't want her looking at his backside again.
She stepped off the lift and walked towards sickbay, adding just a little more sway to her hips. She moved her shoulders sensuously, and brought her arms around to clasp behind her back, pushing her chest out forward, making her breasts seem larger. Human males seemed to have an affinity towards the female form, most particularly the breasts and buttocks area. Since he seemed so intent on punishing her and making her suffer, she might as well make him suffer as well. She heard him groan at her actions, and let a small smile form on her lips.
Phlox looked up from his notes as the doors to sickbay whooshed open. His eyes widened slightly as Sub-Commander T'Pol walked in swaying her hips rather suspiciously, the Captain, blushing, following behind. She turned back to the Captain behind her, then turned back, looking straight at Phlox. He rose from his chair and walked over to them. "Captain, Sub-Commander, what brings you two here." He smiled.
Archer cleared his throat before opening his mouth to answer. "It seems that the Sub-Commander is going through her, uh, mating cycle, early and we were hoping that you might have a solution." He made a face and looked down.
Phlox looked over at T'Pol. She had a definite gleam in her eyes, and they looked slightly unfocussed.
"What exactly are you experiencing?" He asked, running a scanner over her.
"My emotions are harder to suppress, weakened strength, heightened arousal." She stated simply.
"Ah" Phlox remarked and grabbed a hypospray. "This should allay any symptoms at the moment, but I'm not entirely sure for how long." He paused. "I had a Vulcan colleague on Earth that went through the Pon Farr, but if I recall correctly, the treatment is highly easy and effective." Phlox grinned.
"Indeed it is, Doctor." T'Pol replied, fastening the Captain with a gaze.
Archer drew his lips into a thin line and looked everywhere but at the two of them.
"Ah, I see. Well then, I will see what I can come up with. In the meantime, you might want to go back to your quarters; the sedative I administered will put you to sleep rather quickly." Phlox said and moved back over to his desk, intent on contacting his old colleague to see if there was any medication that would help T'Pol.
He grinned as the doors closed behind the Captain and the Sub-Commander. If what he remembered of his colleague was similar to all Vulcan females, the Captain certainly had quite an adventure ahead of him.
Continued in Chapter 5
Koss looked up from his place on the ground. He shuddered as another wave of arousal shot through him. The Vulcan sun beat down, warming his already overheated body. He shielded his eyes from it and pushed his body up with his arms. He felt so weak, so tired.
He stood up, brushing his hands off on his pants. Taking a tentative step ahead, he saw a figure in front of him. Gathering his strength he moved towards it.
The heat from the sun made the ground shimmer and move, creating illusions, but he could see the solid figure. It had to be a mirage.
"T'Pol…" He breathed and reached out for her.
She turned around, her eyes wide, a human _expression. He tamped down his feelings of anger. She had been around humans too long, choosing them over her bond with him, leaving him to suffer the Pon Farr alone.
"Koss?" She said his name in wonder.
Somewhere back in his mind he wondered how a mirage could communicate, but that thought was broken as another wave of desire shot through him, only making him angrier.
"T'Pol, I need you. Why aren't you here?" He asked, his anger palpable, but his sadness clenching his heart as well.
"I dissolved our bond, Koss. It was the most logical thing to do since I am a part of Enterprise and you cannot leave Vulcan." She said, making him shake with his disappointment and rage, but more importantly, his desire. Her voice only augmented his want.
"I need you!" He screamed at the hallucination.
He watched as she fell to her knees at his feet. Suddenly, he felt very terrible, for having yelled at her.
"T'Pol, you knew I would need you. Why did you leave? WHY?" He yelled, his anger and sadness hitting him with full force.
She started to cry, and he realized his emotions and feelings were affecting her as well. Good, as it should be.
"I'm s…sorry, Koss." She stuttered.
He turned his face away "You should be."
When he looked back, she was no longer there, and he was once again, alone in the desert, alone until the end of his days.
Archer pulled himself away from T'Pol and stood up, pacing around his office. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to make the headache, that had suddenly popped up, subside. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't very well sleep with his science officer, his first officer, his subordinate, like she wanted him to, could he? Why did she even want him to? There were plenty of other men on board the ship she could have turned to.
Oh, he needed to just go somewhere and think, just get away from this situation. He looked over at her and almost melted when he was met with a heated gaze. "Do you think Phlox could give you a sedative or something until we figure out what we're going to do?" He asked desperately trying to fight his increasing arousal around her.
"We already know what will cure it." She stated and stood, walking towards him. She reminded him of a tigress stalking her prey and he suppressed a groan when he realized HE was her prey.
Taking a deep breath he made a desperate attempt. "We don't even know that mating will make your pon farr subside since it's not yours to begin with."
She stopped dead in her tracks. "Indeed, we don't." She fastened him with a hungry stare, a gleam in her eyes. "I'm willing to try though, aren't you?"
"As a last resort." He swallowed hard. "Let's get you to sickbay and see if Phlox can get you something to make the, uh, arousal," He reddened "…lessen." He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of his ready room. When the door opened onto the bridge, he let go of her arm and walked towards the lift, her following behind.
Hearing a few snickers from the bridge crew, he looked up to see her staring, rather intently, at his behind. He reddened and pulled her into the lift, sighing as the doors closed. Looking over his shoulder, he saw her glaring at him. He gulped and turned away.
Anger rose in her quickly as he pulled her into the lift. She tried to quell the emotion, but was unable to contain it. When he looked over at her, she glared at him. He was being illogical. They knew the problem, they knew the solution. It was very simple: mate or die. She didn't precisely know whether mating would calm to fever since it was Koss's and not hers, but it was the most logical step. A sedative to ease the symptoms, would only delay the inevitable. However, he was her captain, so she must follow his orders, no matter how illogical they were.
The lift stopped and he gestured for her to leave before him. She almost smiled. He obviously didn't want her looking at his backside again.
She stepped off the lift and walked towards sickbay, adding just a little more sway to her hips. She moved her shoulders sensuously, and brought her arms around to clasp behind her back, pushing her chest out forward, making her breasts seem larger. Human males seemed to have an affinity towards the female form, most particularly the breasts and buttocks area. Since he seemed so intent on punishing her and making her suffer, she might as well make him suffer as well. She heard him groan at her actions, and let a small smile form on her lips.
Phlox looked up from his notes as the doors to sickbay whooshed open. His eyes widened slightly as Sub-Commander T'Pol walked in swaying her hips rather suspiciously, the Captain, blushing, following behind. She turned back to the Captain behind her, then turned back, looking straight at Phlox. He rose from his chair and walked over to them. "Captain, Sub-Commander, what brings you two here." He smiled.
Archer cleared his throat before opening his mouth to answer. "It seems that the Sub-Commander is going through her, uh, mating cycle, early and we were hoping that you might have a solution." He made a face and looked down.
Phlox looked over at T'Pol. She had a definite gleam in her eyes, and they looked slightly unfocussed.
"What exactly are you experiencing?" He asked, running a scanner over her.
"My emotions are harder to suppress, weakened strength, heightened arousal." She stated simply.
"Ah" Phlox remarked and grabbed a hypospray. "This should allay any symptoms at the moment, but I'm not entirely sure for how long." He paused. "I had a Vulcan colleague on Earth that went through the Pon Farr, but if I recall correctly, the treatment is highly easy and effective." Phlox grinned.
"Indeed it is, Doctor." T'Pol replied, fastening the Captain with a gaze.
Archer drew his lips into a thin line and looked everywhere but at the two of them.
"Ah, I see. Well then, I will see what I can come up with. In the meantime, you might want to go back to your quarters; the sedative I administered will put you to sleep rather quickly." Phlox said and moved back over to his desk, intent on contacting his old colleague to see if there was any medication that would help T'Pol.
He grinned as the doors closed behind the Captain and the Sub-Commander. If what he remembered of his colleague was similar to all Vulcan females, the Captain certainly had quite an adventure ahead of him.
Continued in Chapter 5
