Spock entered his 18th week with a harsh greeting as he dreamed of heat and fire scorching his body. His emotions ran amuck as he struggled against the unseen flames to the oasis he knew awaited him close by.
He could feel his salvation getting closer with each mental step and he let his whole being rush forward into the cooling force that felt so tantalizingly close yet so very far away.
He awoke panting and sweating like a fiend as he gasped for every breath he could.
He had never felt such heat before in his life and it scared him as much as it excited him.
It was like his dream about making out with Jim, but a thousand times better.
He was grateful that Jim was already on shift, because if he hadn't been Spock didn't know if he could have stopped himself from jumping his caretaker in his current state.
With a rough shake of his head Spock tried to clear the flames from his mind.
His temperature was slightly higher than normal and his heart refused to decelerate, but other than that he didn't feel sick.
With one last worn sigh Spock got up to begin his day. T'Lou was waiting and he was already in danger of being late. He almost considered being late just for a chance to see the shocked look on Jim's face when he told him that night.
Jim was sure to smile at him, maybe even pull him close for a hug. He liked being close to Jim, to feel his delicious warmth through his clothes and inhale his heady scent, maybe even put his hand under his top and-
Spock pulled his shirt over his head and stared at himself in the mirror wide eyed.
His whole face was flushed green and he was sporting a sizable erection just from having thought of Jim's smile.
Spock reached over to his terminal and typed a quick message to T'Lou about changing their meeting time another hour.
He needed to mediate right now.
T'Lou was puzzled by her student's message about arriving late, but didn't grow very concerned until he was another 10 minutes late from their rescheduled time in their conference room.
When he did arrive it was obvious something was wrong. She could see him through the clear walls that separated the room she was in from the hall and the closer he got the more concerned she grew.
His normally perfectly styled hair was sticking up in several places and his shirt was wrinkled beyond repair. His skin was sickly pale and his blank expression looked more scary than neutral.
Lieutenant Uhura was trailing after his fast paced stride and T'Lou had the distinct impression that the human woman was nagging him.
She strained her hearing to focus in on their conversation and frowned internally at what she heard.
"Spock. You need to stop behaving like a child. You're too old to still being sharing corridors with Jim. You only have a week left of being in this condition and I want you back in our corridors before then."
Spock visibly twitched at the word 'condition' as he turned to face her with a killer glare.
"My entire existence and memory span is not a condition. It's me and to me you are nothing. You have no say over where or how I live my life. Even if I only exist for a week more, I will not exist for you. I can barely tolerate you."
Uhura looked a cross between furious and surprised as she huffed dramatically and stomped back they way they had come.
Spock watched her go with a slightly appeased expression before entering the room T'Lou was waiting in.
He took a graceless seat across the table from her and began tapping his foot incessantly a moment later.
"You seem unsettled today Spock, are you at your optimal level of health?"
Frustration and anger flickered across Spock's face at her question and that told T'Lou more than he could have ever said.
T'Lou didn't need to be a physician to tell what condition Spock was suffering from.
She caught his gaze with a stern look and made sure he was paying attention.
"Spock I need you to listen to me very carefully. You are suffering from a Vulcan condition known as Pon Far. It is very important that you return to your quarters as soon as possible and avoid getting close to anyone. You are to lock yourself in and not allow anyone access. Even if it's the captain you must not allow him near you until I explain to him what has occurred. I will explain your condition to him and Doctor McCoy, so until you hear from one of us consider yourself under quarantine. You must try and meditate as best you can on your own until you are told otherwise."
"What's wrong with me?" Spock asked in an eerily calm voice.
T'Lou pitied him. He didn't need this kind of stress in his life right now. But at the same time she knew that this could be the answer to her prayers.
Now Spock would have every reason in the world to take Jim as his own and Jim wouldn't be able to reason himself out of it or feel guilty.
"Don't worry Spock. Everything will be okay." She promised quietly.
Spock nodded and left the room without complaint.
T'Lou hit the intercom button on her left and contacted Doctor McCoy, the Captain, and Uhura.
She would need to speak with them all as soon as possible.
Spock was already running out of time.
Cramps, Finals, and Christmas shopping are killing me. I will try to keep updating on a regular basis, but I can't make any promises. Please just read and review to help me get through this stressful time.
(Plus I promised this to Tina over a week ago and forgot, so...Sorry T.)
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Jessica499499