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One Night in San Francisco: Part 2

Sara bolted for the inside of the house while Admiral Forrest observed the couple in utter perplexity. She immediately headed for her car and then to the upstairs bathroom. Thankfully, as a physician, Sara Archer always came prepared with an emergency live in kit. Long nights at Star Fleet Medical often required her to live out of a suitcase.

She reapplied her makeup and her perfume. Sara was well aware of the fact that Vulcans had a superior sense of smell. For only a moment, she was grateful of Osu Oratt's teachings. Sara hoped additional fragrance would hide the essence of Soval on her skin. Sara scanned the rest of her body. Her dress, to her relief, was barely wrinkled. Sara quickly redid her hair. Strands from her ponytail had unfortunately come lose during her and Soval's intimate encounter.

Sara looked deeply into the mirror. She briefly repositioned her dress to hide the love bite at the base of her neck. Sara then looked down into the sink. What had she been thinking? Feelings of regret immediately filled her. She had never intended for things to go as far as what they did. Yes, Sara would admit, she had wanted to mess around. Yes, Sara would also admit, she had been immensely forward him. However, she had never expected him to want to engage in sex. He had entered her before she had comprehended his intentions. So yes, she would also admit as well, she had not denied him.

Sara covered her eyes with her hands. She was mad. No, she was pissed with him. Nonetheless, this did not change what they had just shared. Sara looked back up at the mirror. God, she though to herself, he is so hot. Sara subconscious shuttered. Great. Now she had another thing to be mad at him about. Her sex life would never be the same. He had set the bar to high.

Sara heard knocking at the door. She immediately awoke from her thoughts. "Coming. One moment." Sara reorganized her materials and placed them inside her bag. She moved to open the door. Sara raised an eyebrow when she saw who was standing before her. Sara tried to close the door, however, Soval stopped her. "May I come in?" Sara stared at him blankly. She knew he was not really asking.

Sara rolled her eyes and let the man pass by her. She looked down the hallway, just to make sure no one was watching, and then she closed the door. He looked completely emotionless when she turned around. "There is lipstick on your collar." She said bluntly. He raised an eyebrow and turned to the mirror. There was a slight grimace on his lips.

Sara grabbed a towel and began to wet it. She then moved her hand up to his neck. He immediately shifted away from her. Sara rolled her eyes. " I am not going to do anything." She dabbed the red smear on his green robe. Soval looked somewhat conflicted. She then rolled his collar slightly up so the blemish would be unnoticeable.

Sara looked up. There was a slight yellow bruise forming where she had slapped him. She wanted to be mad at him. However, one precious look at him made her stop. Sara kissed him on the cheek. "You and I really need to stop hooking up random locations. People are going to start to talk." His eyes darkened at that. "You did not allow me to finish our previous discussion." Sara rolled her eyes. She leaned back against the sink: "Look Soval, I get it. I was only a pretty face to pass the time." Soval raised an eyebrow: "That was not what I was going to state at all." Sara gave him skeptical face: "Do you really expect me to believe I am the first human woman you have tried to sleep with? I mean, come on, we haven't even seen each other in like seven years."

Soval starred blankly at her. Sara smirked at him: "Ya, I didn't think so." She thought to herself, " Besides, nobody can be that good." Sara now analyzed Soval. He looked incredibly uncomfortable. "What?" She leaned in. "You are the first Terran I have laid with." He whispered in a hush tone. "I am not well. " He continued reluctantly. "My decisions made earlier were based off pure impulsiveness and uncontrolled lust. I trust you can forgive me for my momentary lapse of control."

Sara looked at him as if he were a complete moron. "No. I can't." She turned away from him, and placed her remaining items in the bag. Sara temporarily bent over to collect the towel she had just dropped. When she stood up again and turned around, she caught him glancing at her. Sara narrowed her eyes and hit his chest with the towel: "You have a problem. I mean, who the hell …"

Soval took both of her cheeks in his hands. He then forced his lips upon hers. She stopped talking … only for a moment. When Sara pulled away, she saw he was shaking all over. "I am sorry …" Sara raised an eyebrow: "Don't do that. Women don't like it when men apologies for kissing them." Sara stroked his forehead. "You are burning up." Soval pushed himself away from her. "I must leave. Mrs. Archer." He bowed his head, and left her to be.

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Sara sat with her cousin Jonathan downstairs. They had spent the last two hours catching up. She had to admit something to herself: she was relieved to see him. Months of barely hearing from him gave her the frights. Jonathan was the only family she had left. Her parents had died in a flitter accident when Sara was only seven years old. Jonathan had lost his parents way before that. They were both orphans. Jonathan had been both her father and brother. The relationship Sara shared with him was so deep she could not imagine even for second what she would do if she lost him. Seeing Jonathan at home, on Earth, filled her with a sense of calm.

"So will you do it?" Jon inquired of her. Sara looked at him skeptically. She had been lost in thought: "Do what, Jonathan?" Jonathan gave her a smile: "Join Enterprise." Sara ran her hands through her hair. She had had enough alien encounters for one day. "Jonathan," Sara shook her head, "You know how living on a star ship would make me feel."

Jonathan rolled his eyes. "Sara, the odds of you dying in space …" Sara cut in: "Are pretty significant?" Jonathan shook his head: "This is not the Delphic Expanse. We will be continuing our previous mission: to explore new alien worlds and encounter new species." Sara bit her lip: "I don't know, Jonathan. To be honest, I hate the fact that even you're always up there. Do you have any idea how worried I have been lately?"

"I know you have concerns, Sara. But honestly, this is great opportunity. Besides, if you don't like it, you can change in six months." Sara narrowed her eyes: "Why six months Jonathan?" Captain Archer took a breath: "Enterprise is always required to have at least two physicians on board. I am afraid to say Phlox's partner was killed in the Delphic Expanse." Sara raised her eyebrows, as if to say 'really.' Jonathan proceeded on: "I am afraid to say the hired replacement will not be graduating from academy until January. Until then, I will need a licensed physician to fill in the gap."

Sara starred blankly at him. She really did not want to do this. "Please, Sara." Jonathan murmured under his breath: "I need you." Sara let out a sigh. She hated this, but she couldn't bring herself to say no. Jonathan really did need her. He was emotionally unstable. Sara nodded her head: "Ok. I will do this." Jonathan gave her a huge smile. "However, I have conditions." Sara blurted out.

"Name them." Jonathan spoke. "I will need time to continue my xenobiology classes. Some sort of online program will probably be necessary." Jonathan nodded his head for her to continue. " I would also like some of hours to be counted toward my required residency hours. I need those to complete my qualifications." Jonathan nodded his head further: "Ok. I will talk to Star Fleet Command. Welcome Aboard." He said cheerfully.

Sara laughed out loud. "Your Welcome." Admiral Forrest entered the room. Sara quickly looked away; she was not interested in doing the walk of shame in front of him again. "Hey. I just go done. Barbeque is out back if your hungry." Jonathan stood up and nodded his head. "Sounds good to me." Sara followed him. "Sara, here, has just accepted to be our on call physician for the next six months." Jonathan motioned to his superior.

The Admiral gave her a smile: "Congratulations." He said innocently. "Thank you, Sir." Jonathan and Sara moved to leave. "Sara," Maxwell spoke. Sara turned around: "Yes?" She replied casually. " Can I talk to you for a moment?" He gave her a small smile. Jonathan gave the older man a strange look. "Is everything ok, Admiral?" There was tension in his voice.

The admiral shifted his shoulders: "No, everything is fine, Jonathan. My wife found some old pictures when you and Sara were really little. She wanted me to give them to you guys." Jonathan nodded his head. Sara eyed him quizzically. Admiral Forrest left and went straight into his office. Sara reluctantly followed the man for Maxwell again further motioned for her.

Jonathan was out of sight moments later. However, that did not stop the admiral from closing the door. Sara looked around the office. It smelled of cedar. His fireplace had an elaborate design on the front. Sara then turned her head back to the admiral. He was leaning against his master desk with his arms crossed. She suspicions were confirmed: they were not going to be talking about pictures.

Admiral Forrest spoke aloud: "So … I found the wood chips, …" He said cheekily. Sara was emotionless. She would deny what had happened between her and Soval till the day she died. "Really?" She decided to play innocent. "Soval and I looked really hard. Honestly, we just couldn't find them." Admiral Forrest smirked at her: "They were on the floor, along with the stool." Sara didn't say anything. Damn.

Admiral Forrest shifted his head: "You know Sara, if there is something you want to talk about, I am all ears." He motioned to the seat before the desk. Sara didn't move at all. "I don't understand." She choked out. That was pretty bad give away.

Admiral Forrest walked around his desk and sat at his seat. In order to be cordial, Sara followed his jester. "You know I have known Soval for nearly thirty years." The admiral mused about. "And he has gave me one hell of career." He added with a tad of sarcasm and a chuckle. Sara sat awkwardly at her seat as he continued to talk. "Sometimes, especially when I see you and John, it feels like yesterday that Soval, your Uncle Henry, and me were conversing about the first warp prototype." Admiral Forrest gave her smile: "Those were good times."

Sara nodded her head in response. For a moment she was side tracked. Sara thought about what had happened at pool house. She tried to block out the memories of her moaning and writhing beneath the ambassador. Sara looked back up to the Admiral. He held a pensive gaze. "Soval is a good man, Sara. Maybe even a great one. I can see why an equally fine woman like yourself would want to be with him." She turned completely red.

Sara attempted to hide her blush. " I don't think …" She stuttered nervously, "He wants me in that regard." The admiral narrowed his eyes. "Sara," He leaned forward, "If there is one thing I have noticed over the past thirty years, Vulcans take their relationships very seriously. They don't exactly have 'a role in the hay.'" Sara narrowed her eyes. She didn't know if Maxwell knew what had happened, or if he was trying to make an unruly comparison.

Tears began to form in her eyes. She couldn't help but wonder if he had been with other women. Most likely. He had given himself to her so freely. Soval claimed she was the only Terran he had ever laid with. He may have been telling the truth, or he may not have been. Even at that, how many other Vulcan or alien women had he been with? For a moment, Sara couldn't help but wonder if Ambassador Soval was secretly some type of womanizer.

"Sara," the Admiral stated calmly. "Are you ok? Did something happen between you and Soval." Sara gaze moved back to Admiral Forrest. She deeply cared about the man. He was like an uncle to her. However, she preferred to keep her deepest emotions to herself, even from those closes to her. Sara placed a fake smile on her face: "I am fine, Sir. Truly." Her voice was almost convincing.

Maxwell simple gazed at her for several moments. Sara kept a straight face and hid the internal turmoil in the back of her mind. After a while, he leaned back in his chair and nodded his head. "Ok. If that is how you really truly feel. Please note, if you ever need someone to talk too, I am always available." Sara didn't say anything. She simply moved to leave.

"Archer," Maxwell called from behind his desk. Sara looked back at the man, and she noticed he was holding a medium sized envelope. He motioned for her and extended his arm. "You didn't think I would let you forget these did you?" Sara gave him a small smile. She moved across the room and collected the small item.

"Thank you, Admiral." Admiral Forrest nodded his head. Sara proceeded to return to the party. She walked outside to the patio. It was roughly eight thirty p.m. now. The outside was darker than it had been before. However, the light was still clearly visible. Jonathan was having a few laughs with Admiral Gardner. Emily was with Doctor Strom. She noticed Soval was in the corner looking equally pissed as ever. His eyes briefly flickered over to her. However, she completely ignored him.

Sara headed back over to her friend. "Hey Emily." She turned around: "Hey, where have you been?" Sara rolled her shoulders: "Oh, you know, the usual, I took a hike with Ambassador, I spent some quality bonding time with Jonathan, and I just picked up some pictures from the admiral." Emily looked at her funny: "You just took a hike with the Ambassador? Did you like jump him or something? Cause he has been acting kind of weird."

Sara narrowed her eyes; she was glad to know she wasn't the only one who had noticed Soval's erratic behavior. "Who knows? Maybe it is just I. "Emily turned to Strom: "Have you noticed anything odd, Doctor?" Strom didn't respond at first. In fact, when he did, he seemed very repressed. "Can you be more specific in your prognosis, Mrs. Emily?" Emily shrugged her shoulders: "Is he always this sullen?"

Strom remained emotionless for a moment. He then murmured under his breath: "Sometimes more than others." The doctor had almost a rebellious yet repressed expression. "So he is always this … irritated?" Sara spoke aloud. Doctor Strom gave her dark look: "It is unwise to speak of the Ambassador, especially so loudly, when he is near." Emily looked at the Vulcan skeptically. "He is all the way over there!" She motioned with her head to the other end of the patio.

Strom briefly looked around. He raised an eyebrow in utter perplexity when he discovered his proximity to the ambassador. Sara wondered why the strange face. Then she became incredibly hot. Sara closed her eyes and prayed that the Doctor could not smell Soval on her.

Sara attempted to act as casually as possible. She hoped the doctor would not put two and two together. Jonathan immediately sat down with his plate of food. "So … what are we talking about?" He asked incredibly casually. Emily leaned in: "Mr. Cranky pants." She motioned to the ambassador. Strom looked at her oddly: "I thought we were discussing the ambassador?"

"He looks really sullen. Don't you think so Sara?" Emily turned to her friend. Sara shook her head reluctantly. "I don't see why anyone cares." Jonathan murmured aloud. Emily shifted her shoulders: "Well. We care." Emily scanned his body some more: "You know. If I didn't know any better, I would say he was heart broken."

Jonathan snickered at that. Strom replied blankly: " That is clearly not possible." Sara looked rather embarrassed. Emily shook her head: "It is an idiom. It means the ambassador looks like a potential mate has just rejected him. Does that make any sense?" Strom nodded his head in comprehension. However, his eyes seemed to rest on Sara. She looked away. This day was going from bad to worse. She immediately wished she had not accepted Jonathan's invitation.

"Are you well, Doctor Archer?" Strom inquired. Sara looked upward: "Yes, just lost in thought." The Vulcan shifted his head: "May I inquire what your thoughts dwell on?" Sara gave a light smile: "Someone who shouldn't be consuming my time." She said with some humor. "Better not be Soval." Jonathan exclaimed as he consumed some coleslaw. Emily laughed out loud. Jonathan raised his fork in a horizontal direction. "That bastard has been nothing but trouble these last few months."

Sara closed her eyes. That statement pretty much summed up her entire life long conversations regarding Soval with her cousin. "You know, if I didn't know any better, I would say he deliberately tried to sabotage our mission." Jonathan said almost too calm. Sara looked to her cousin: "John," she murmured lightly, "Not here."

She gave him a pleading look and he stopped talking. "I need to use the restroom." She walked away and smoothed down her dress. Sara walked into the house. She looked through the kitchen doorway. Admiral Gardner, Admiral Forrest, and some Vulcan aids were in a heated discussion about warp technology.

She felt the urge to pee. Sara walked back upstairs to use the restroom. She was surprised to see Soval on the living room floor. "Are you ok?" She spoke. His head was being supported by one hand. He rose slowly. "I am … satisfactory." He spoke aloud. Sara scanned his body. He looked so ill. Dark black circles were under his eyes. A slight sweat grazed his skin. For some reason unknown, the look he was giving her made her uncomfortable.

He looked almost like a crouching tiger stalking his prey. He then rapidly blinked as he turned away. Sara looked at the floor. Incenses burned. The ambassador was clearly attempting to meditate. "I didn't know you always carried a spare meditation lamp." Soval raised an eyebrow: "When dealing with humans, I find it best always to be prepared."

Sara narrowed her eyes at the insult. "How is your meditating going?" She spoke with a mocking tone. "Not very well, especially now that you are here." Sara laughed out loud. "Sorry, I better leave. I would hate for you to have another emotional outburst today. Once is bad enough. Twice? Now that is not very becoming of our very own Vulcan Ambassador."

Sara knocked on the bathroom door. However, the door was locked. A warm hand touched her shoulder. Sara immediately jumped in her step and turned around. "I am not prone to emotional outbursts. While my control earlier was lacking, I did not exhibit any visual form of sentiment." He spat. Sara could see he was becoming irritated. She shrugged her shoulders and leaned inward. "Your lying Ambassador." She purred in his ear. "You may not have exhibited any form of facial movements. However, I noticed plenty of visual forms of emotion earlier."

Soval crossed his arms: "Meaning?" Sara looked down to his pants. Soval looked down too: "May I inquire what you are staring at?" Sara gave him a crude smile: "What do you think I am staring at?" Soval narrowed his eyes: "Your indirect, repetitive question responding and yet also repeating my direct question is frankly unnerving."

Sara kept a smirk on her lips. She hated him in moments like these. He was so arrogant. Yet, unfortunately, his arrogance was a turn on. "Oh, Ambassador … if I was any more straight forward …" She closed her eyes; she had accidently made a pun. " The results would not be good." She leaned against the door. Soval leaned forward. He placed his hand on the wall behind her. "I would prefer a direct answer." Sara's smile grew at his response.

She whispered into his ear. "Define direct." The Ambassador raised his eyebrow: " In the English language 'direct' can be utilized as an adjective or a verb. However, in this context, 'direct' is adjective and refers to …" Sara rushed forward and silenced him with a kiss. She immediately pulled back as he started to respond. He looked rather irritated. She patted his cheek: "You need to stop talking." She lightly stroked his manhood through his garment. "Is that 'direct' enough for you, Ambassador?" She teased him.

Soval didn't look amused. Instead, he pushed her against the door and kissed her neck. He was not particular gentle either. She felt him stroke the sides of her neck with his free hand. Sara felt his hand move up to her temple. However, she was so distracted by his mouth that she barely noticed. Then she felt something. For a complete sixty seconds, Sara was consumed by several waves of heat. She couldn't compare it to anything she had ever experienced, but it was if her blood burned.

She felt dark, dreaded craving for physical intimacy. Passion that she didn't even know she had wrenched in the depths of her soul. Confusion and fear surrounded her. Sara looked deep into Soval's eyes. They were scary. He gave her the same crazed look he had given her seven years ago. She didn't know what was going on. However, she acknowledged something was clearly not right.

Soval's eyes cleared. He returned for a moment back to normal. "What just happened?" He scanned her body. Sara found his gaze somewhat distracting. She felt something twitching in the back of her mind. Soval apparently noticed it as well. His mouth fell open. A look of pure horror flashed across his face.

Soval looked around. "We must leave." Sara was so confused. "What? Why?" Soval did not answer. He grabbed her arm and simply pulled her down the stairs. She tried to act as casually as possible in front of everyone in the dining room. Never mind the fact that Soval's hand was clearly on her arm.

"Hey Squirt." Admiral Gardner called out. Sara briefly turned around. "Where you going?" Sara looked at Soval. He had an anxious look. "The Ambassador needs to see a physician." His grip tightened around her arm. Sara winced. "Please tell Admiral Forrest I said, "thank you." Also please tell my cousin Jonathan that I have left." Admiral Gardner looked at Soval and then glanced back at Sara. "Sure, I will do so. Take care." There was an awkward tone in his voice.

Soval pulled Sara along. He pushed her outside and attempted to pull her into his vehicle. "Ok." She resisted him. "What is going on?" Soval looked furious: "Get in the vehicle." He ordered to her. Sara decided it was better not to argue with him. Soval got in on the other side. She noticed he had plugged in coordinates.

Soval sat two seats over. She noticed later he was reciting some Vulcan verse repetitively. This action creeped her out. Sara opened her bag and pulled out a tricorder. She began to scan him. Soval's eyes lurched open, and he grabbed her device. "You would be unwise to do such a thing."

"Where are we going?" He didn't even answer her. He was sweating so badly now. "This was never supposed to happen." He growled aloud. "I had two months to wait." He was clearly speaking to himself. "Two months! Two months till what?" Sara questioned him. "Silence." He yelled at her. Sara didn't even speak for the rest of the ride. She was so terrified.

They arrived at some small cottage in the woods. "Where the hell are we?" Soval did not even answer. He simply pulled her along. Soval shakily unlocked the door. They entered the building, and he slammed the door shut. Everything was completely dark.

Sara had no clue what was going on. Her thoughts, however, came to a screeching halt when she felt his hands around her waist and his lips on her neck. "Soval." She groaned a loud. He was very rough and pushed her against the wall. "Soval," she yelled again. He didn't seem too keen on talking. He picked her up and brought her to his bedroom.

He dropped her on the bed roughly. Sara was confounded by his actions. Through the dark, she could see the outline of his physical form. Sara saw him shred off his outer robes. "Soval, please tell me what is going on?" She could hear heavy breathing. "You would do better not to resist me." He stated bluntly. Sara narrowed her eyes: "Are you going to … rape me?" Shook and horror filled her voice. Sara attempted to bolt from the room. However, Soval caught her.

"If you leave me, you too will die." Sara looked mortified: "Is that a threat?" She leered at him. "That is the truth." He said with anger. Soval took a step forward. Sara pushed off him and took a step back. Soval clearly was ill. She knew the 'sane' Soval would never allow something like this to happen.

"Why are you doing this?" Sara stammered. She saw him put his head in his hands. Sara attempted to lightly touch his shoulder. Sara wanted only to calm him. However, this motion simply set him off. "We do not speak off it!" He yelled at her. Tears pierced Sara's eyes. Soval's gaze softened. As if, only for a moment, he returned back to his normal self. "Every seven years … a Vulcan male undergoes a neurochemistry imbalance known as … Pon Farr. They demonstrate symptoms known plak tow. In English, that would translate roughly into …blood fever."
Sara shook his head: "Ok. So you are sick. We need to get you to a Vulcan physician." Soval's eyes narrowed: "No." He hissed at her. "And why not?" Her voice slightly rose. She no longer felt afraid of him. "They cannot help me." Sara completely grimaced. "Then what can?"

Soval took a deep breath and then took another step forward. He involuntarily cringed and wiped sweat of his forehead. Sara responded with taking another step back. "There are three available options to address Pon Farr. The first, and also the least effective," sarcasm lurked in his voice, "is meditation." Sara stared blankly at the man. "The second is participating in ritual combat. However, that would not be an advisable option." Sara placed her hands in front of her: she attempted to protect herself. "Why not?"

Soval smirked at her: "I would easily over power you. Then I would do with you as I please. The last option to addressing this issue is taking a mate." Soval crossed his arms. "How does taking a mate help with this disorder?" Sara stammered.

"It is not the mate in and of itself. It is the actions that the mate participates in which is important. The neurochemical imbalance can only be solved by partaking intense, physical mating." Sara starred at him perplexed. "Is this a joke?" She had never heard of anything more ridiculous in her life. In some regard, this sounded like a really bad pick up line.

"Vulcans do not joke, especially about matters like these." Soval hissed darkly. "Why me?" She spoke again. She felt Soval's hand on her dress. He was haphazardly taking off her dress. "When we mated earlier, I accidentally initiated a base bond. My Pon Farr was not supposed to be for another two months. I am afraid to say our intimacy sped up the process." The dress fell to the floor.

He licked her collarbone. His voice now was dark and husky. "Base bond?" Sara asked. "You are now my ... engaged mate." He said absentmindedly. Sara looked at him strangely. She figured he was half crazy at the moment and could not be trusted. Soval pushed her onto the bed. Sara attempted to sit up. However, he pounced on top of her.

"Soval." Sara hissed again. He had slightly hurt her. However, Soval was not listening. He simple ripped off her additional garments from her body. Soval then removed his additional clothing. He grabbed her head and placed a long kiss on her mouth. Sara gasped for breath. When he finally released, she watched him closely. She was partly scared, and somewhat turned on. "How long must you … mate?" Soval raised his head. "Two… sometimes … three or four days." Sara's eyes widened.

Soval went back to his previous activities. She closed her eyes. Sara partially could not believe that this was happening. Out of survival, she simply remained still. No matter how crazy this all was Sara did believe him. He clearly needed her at the moment. She was a doctor and he was her patient. Sara was morally obligated to take care of him. It was no more profound than this. Sara looked him in the eyes. They were dark and lusty. He began to roughly enter her. Sara involuntarily cringed in a slight amount of pain.

She would do this for him. And after this, she would never speak to him again. This man had gotten her into enough trouble over the course of her lifetime. Soval had postponed her Uncle Henry's warp engine. He had protested her cousin Jonathan's commission to Enterprise. There was so much anger and resentment between this man and the Archer family. Sara knew she could never be with him; especially not in the way she wanted. She would have him again just this once, and then they would go their own separate paths. This was not a romance story. Soval was clearly not a prince, and she was not a princess. She was Sara Archer, the new physician to the star ship Enterprise. He was Ambassador Soval, the skilled negotiator and diplomat. She was human and he was Vulcan.

Nothing was going change that.

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