After the impromptu 'guys night' in McCoy's suite, Spock couldn't stop thinking about their earlier conversation and he decided to visit Dr. McCoy again in his office and confess to the concerns he has been having. Though he was loath to admit it, he needed professional assistance.
"Well, what's the trouble, Spock?" McCoy smiled as he greeted Spock in his office first thing the next day.
"Doctor, I wish to continue the discussion you started earlier. It is about my marriage to Nyota."
"Why? What's the matter, Spock? I thought you said it was 'quite agreeable'. Can't you er, uh, perform?" McCoy said jokingly.
"Yes, Doctor," he answered tightly, "I can, as you put it 'perform'. The trouble is that I was not aware I would be driven to 'perform' quite so often. It is not something I anticipated."
McCoy smiled to think of Spock as being sex-crazed like the rest of humanity. He tried to tell Jim that Spock was a horny bastard.
"I see. So you think this um... new sex drive is um... a problem? What does Uhura have to say about all of this? Has she complained?"
"No doctor my wife would not complain, she does not seem to be disturbed by it at all. In fact, she seems quite pleased as I said before." Spock said still ill at ease with the subject matter.
"Then what's the problem? You have a very attractive wife Mr. Spock. Any man in your shoes would be hard-pressed to leave her bed every morning. And you're newlyweds, this seems only natural if you ask me."
"I am asking you, Doctor. Perhaps you are correct, any man in my shoes would be content, but I am not any man, I am a Vulcan."
McCoy rolled his eyes. Here we go again with Spock insisting he was Vulcan and ignoring the fact that he was also half-human. "Have you considered asking another Vulcan about this, like... say your father?"
Spock stared blankly at McCoy. "No Doctor, and I do not intend to ask Sarek something like this, that is why I am asking my doctor."
"Well, I'm not an expert on Vulcans and their um...sexual habits. Perhaps Dr. M'benga could be of more assistance?"
"Doctor, the delicate nature of this inquiry leaves me reluctant to consult M'benga. I now find myself regretting consulting you." Spock rose to leave.
"Now, now, Spock hold on a moment. You can't just throw a problem like this at me and expect me to instantly have the answers. Your problem is unique, as usual. How many Vulcan-Human hybrids do you think are running around after all?" McCoy grumbled.
"Approximately 18."
"18 is an approximation?" McCoy asked.
"There may be some I am not aware of and some may have perished but I am aware of eighteen individuals with Vulcan-Human heritage," Spock said.
"Well, still in all the history of human\vulcan relations there are damn few of you and I'd wager each one of you is unique."
"True, the ones I have encountered were more human in appearance and temperament."
"Is that so? What do you all do, have a convention or something?" McCoy teased him.
"No Doctor, but the majority of the ones I have met also happen to be the offspring of diplomats and we have had the occasion to attend mutual events."
"Oh, well, I guess that makes sense. But back to your issue Spock, I don't see a problem unless this increased libido is interfering with your everyday life? I thought you Vulcans just controlled this sort of thing like you do your other emotions?"
"I thought so too Doctor."
The resignation in Spock's voice called to the healer in McCoy. "Why don't I examine you again, see if there's anything out of whack I might have missed. There may be some holdover from the last Pon Farr that I didn't notice?" he offered as he prepared a hypo. "By the time we're through with you, you won't have any green blood left" McCoy joked as he drew another sample from Spock.
"Very well Doctor," Spock conceded.
McCoy didn't know if this was a physical problem or a psychological problem. He'd seen Spock with women before, on the ice planet Sarpeidon when they were trapped with Zarabeth, and when Spock was infected with spores by that Miss Kalomi. Spock was naturally or rather it seemed Vulcans were a very sexualized race. That Spock didn't recognize it was disturbing. This is something he should have learned in his youth, perhaps at home or at the very least as part of his extensive education. The fact that Spock knew little about his own reproductive processes was alarming. McCoy intended to consult with M'Benga whether Spock approved or not. It was a medical issue now and M'Benga was a professional who was an expert on Vulcan physiology.
McCoy thought about all this as he calibrated the scanners for Spock's unique hybrid physiology and he assured Spock that he would leave no stone unturned and get back to him as soon as he had any new answers. In the meantime, when McCoy finished the exam he released Spock to go about his normal duties.
As soon as he left the sickbay Spock knew he had made a mistake. There was nothing Dr. McCoy could tell him about Vulcan sexuality. This was a subject that required a different kind of expert. But there was a real snag. Vulcans were very protective of their medical data. Even Spock, a Vulcan citizen could not access their databases without being on Vulcan Prime or without special permission to remotely access the system. So that meant he would need a Vulcan contact on the inside. He went to his private office in the science department to make a call home.
Admiral James Komack of Starfleet Command was a busy man. It was his duty to manage the fleet of Starships under his command but he always had time to hear updates on his least favorite ship, the USS Enterprise. Though he had not received an official report from her Captain, Komack had been made aware by his informant that the ship had experienced an unusual mass psychic phenomenon that nearly rendered the crew helpless. They didn't go into too much detail, but they didn't have to. Just the knowledge that there was an unreported incident raised red flags for Komack.
Komack was not an unreasonable man. He was sure the majority of the Enterprise crew was first-rate as the majority of Starfleet officers were throughout the fleet. However, even in the elite echelons of Starfleet officers there was bound to be a bad apple now and then.
Captain Tracey of the USS Exeter and Commodore Matt Decker of the USS Constellation were but two of the most recent ne'er-do-well examples. They gave the service a black eye and Komack was determined to ensure another rogue officer didn't run amok in his fleet.
To that end, he had established a team of covert operatives on every ship who regularly reported any unusual activity. It was perhaps a bit unethical but a necessary evil. And speaking of evil, he could bet his last credit that the devil eared Vulcan officer Spock was behind the latest Enterprise incident.
Komack buzzed for his assistant who sat just outside his office door. A moment later the handsome man entered and stood at attention.
Westervelt, I need you to contact our man on the Enterprise. Find out everything you can about this latest incident. I need official reports if you can get them. And see if you can find out how this all ties into Commander Spock.
Aye, sir. Komack's assistant yeoman Westervelt said before darting back out of the office.
The pieces were all falling into place. Komack thought as he gazed out of his office window. "Soon Mr. Spock, soon."