A/N

Can I just start by saying... 94 reviews for 8 chapters. I'm honestly speechless. Thank you endlessly, I really can't... I... mean seriously. Thank you. If you're a regular reviewer extra thank you for you, FOUR FOR YOU GLEN COCO, YOU GO GLEN COCO! (I hope you get that quote or I just seem weird, haha) And super, extra thanks to HogwartsPrincess7 for just being awesome and letting me bounce ideas off of her and stuff :D

So. This chapter goes a little back in time, talks about some more McCoy-ness, a bit of history for Emily and David, and then just... well... the beginnings of Pon Farr, so... kind of needless to say, but I'll say it anyway, smut warning!

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Chapter 9

"God, Carol she's so beautiful."

Leonard McCoy smiled proudly down at the newborn baby girl in his arms, barely an hour old, before looking up at her mother.

"She is," she smiled. She was exhausted after ten hours in labour and a natural delivery, she'd refused even the discussion of a C-section. She'd done amazingly well, and Leonard found he respected her all the more for the sheer grit she'd shown.

"Lieutenant Uhura," he said as he jabbed the button for the comm. panel on the wall.

"Yes Doctor?" she responded, excitement evident in her voice.

"Please update the ships population records with an addition of one if you'd be so kind," he said and Carol grinned as she reached out to gently brush her finger over the delicate skin of the new baby's forearm.

"Yes Sir, right away. Congratulations to you both," she said and McCoy grinned.

"Thanks Ny. Could you ask Jim to bring Joanna down to meet her baby sister when he has a minute?"

"Sure thing. Baby girl have a name yet?" she asked and Carol nodded, Leonard raising an eyebrow. They'd never agreed on a name.

"Go on darlin', what you thinking?" he asked and Carol looked at the baby carefully.

"Emily Rose McCoy."

Leonard felt himself choke up. He hadn't cried throughout the whole thing, the last time he'd cried had been when Carol had told him she was pregnant. It wasn't something he had expected, but he'd found himself over the moon.

"I love it," he mumbled and Carol nodded.

"Thought you might."

"She don't have to have my name though, she could have-"

"Len. No. She's taking your name. And yes, that's a hint that you need to take steps towards me taking your name too," Carol hinted and he chuckled.

"One thing at a time, darlin', see how you feel after the first six months of sleepless nights and if you aint killed me yet then we'll talk about it then," he said, taking Carol's hand and stroking her fingers with his own.

There was no doubt in his mind he wanted her to be his wife one day. But he also knew, deep down, that he wasn't ready for that kind of commitment again. He trusted her, but it would take a lot of time to work up the courage to get down on one knee after how things had ended with Jocelyn.

"What do you think, huh kiddo? Can you imagine me yelling 'Emily get your ass out of bed missy!' at you in about fifteen years time?" he asked the baby who didn't stir from her slumber. He grinned and looked up at Carol again.

"Yeah. I love it. It's perfect for her."

They fell into a contented silence, Carol's eyes slipping closed as she started to give in to the exhaustion she was feeling. Leonard leaned over and brushed a few strands of blonde hair off her forehead before placing a gentle kiss there.

The door slid open and Leonard turned his head, smiling as he saw Jim standing in the doorway, one twin clutched in his arms and Joanna at his side who immediately ran over to her father and new half-sister.

"Daddy I want to hold!" she said firmly and Leonard shook his head.

"No, no, what do we say?" he prompted and she sighed.

"Please may I hold baby?"

"Better. Right. Hop up on here," he said, patting the side of the bed next to Carol who was already in a deep sleep.

Joanna hopped up and sat down, eagerly looking at the bundle of blankets in her fathers arms.

"Well hey look at that, you made a human," Jim grinned as he looked at the baby. Leonard moved the blankets back off her face so Jim could get a better look.

"She's beautiful Bones, clearly takes after her mother and not you," Jim smiled and Leonard shrugged off the comment.

"Wouldn't let you put him down again huh?" he asked of the twin Jim was clutching.

"Nah he's still being really clingy. I tried to hand him over to Spock and he screamed so loud I thought he was gonna break something. Christopher is nothing like this, he'll let anyone hold him, but Leo here just… I don't know. He likes me most I guess. It's fine, apart from like when I want to sleep or shower or actually do anything," Jim sighed and Leonard shrugged.

"Try tough love. Just put him in the crib and leave him scream himself out," he said as he carefully placed the baby in Joanna's lap, supporting her head with one hand and guiding Joanna's hand to take over.

"She's so small Daddy," she grinned.

"She is darlin', gotta be really careful with her head okay?" he said and Joanna nodded, peeking into the blankets again.

"I can't even remember when mine were that small," Jim sighed as he looked at the newborn. The twins were six months old and growing so fast you could probably see it happening if you looked closely enough.

"Pssh. Shut up Jim, it aint been that long."

"No, really, it feels like forever ago. She have a name yet?" Jim asked and Bones nodded, unable to keep himself from smiling again.

"Emily Rose McCoy," he said and Jim smiled.

"It's pretty."

"Yep."

"Carol choose it?" Jim asked and Bones raised an eyebrow.

"How could you tell?"

"I don't know. It's a British name, figured Carol would have been the one to choose it," he shrugged.

Baby Emily chose this moment to wake up and start wriggling, startling Joanna who was still holding her. She let out a few whimpers, her face crumpling and turning bright red.

"Uh oh. Somebody is cranky," Jim smirked as Leonard took the baby back from Joanna.

"Hungry probably," Bones said and Jim hoisted Leo a little higher in his arms.

"Or just cranky. Here, let's switch, let me hold her, I bet Uncle Jim can make her stop crying," Jim said, offering Leo out to his friend.

"Jim I don't know. Won't he cry? I don't wanna wake Carol," he said and Jim shook his head.

"He looks pretty happy to me," Jim said, glancing down at his son who was staring blankly forwards, face relaxed and contented, the occasional quiet baby-gurgle coming from his lips.

"Alright, baby-whisperer," Bones scoffed, accepting the part-Vulcan and handing over his new daughter to Jim who immediately went into full-scale baby mode.

"Oh wow she's so awesome. Look at her little fingers Bones! I gotta talk to Spock, I want another one of these," Jim rambled and Bones rolled his eyes.

"How did I know that would happen?! I knew as soon as you saw her you'd start talking about having more. Aren't three enough of a handful?"

Jim grinned.

"Oh yeah. They run us ragged. They always co-ordinate their crying and needing new diapers with right when Spock and I are the most busy. Spock gets stressed, I laugh at him, it's all great fun, and I mean, I don't think one more would really make all that much difference at this point. I've forgotten what a full night's sleep feels like," Jim chuckled and Bones shook his head.

"You're insane. You're gonna end up with ten kids at this rate. Breeding like tribbles," he said and Jim laughed.

"Vulcan's are endangered. I'm just doing my service at helping them rebuild," he smiled.

"You forget the stress on everyone else Jim, men aren't meant to have babies for a reason," he pointed out and Jim shrugged.

"Yeah but even if I was a woman I'd still get a C-section."

"Lazy."

"If you were a woman and you were having a baby, you'd honestly choose to do it the natural way?" Jim asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Uh. I guess you have a point. Carol is insane," he chuckled, lifting the still settled Leo a little higher in his arms.

"How long… was like… I don't know. How long did that even take?" Jim asked hesitantly. He obviously wanted to be nosy but didn't want to appear too rude with his questions.

"Ten hours," Bones said bluntly and Jim's eyes widened.

"Holy shit. Remind me to give Carol like… a medal or something," he said and Bones chuckled lightly.

"You and me both."

Jim shifted Emily in his arms as she started to squirm again.

"Yeah. She's hungry, she's doing the hungry face kind of thing," Jim said as Emily started to whimper.

Leo's eyes followed the sound and he reached out a hand. Jim smiled at his son.

"He likes her," Jim smirked and Bones glared as they swapped babies carefully.

"I'll leave you guys to it," Jim said as he stood up to leave the room, Leo still grabbing at the air in the direction of Emily's whimpering.

"Thanks Jim," Bones said absentmindedly as he tried to get his baby daughter to settle.

"Should I buy a hat now or…?" Jim smirked as he opened the door and looked back.

"Me and Carol aint getting' married yet Jim, so hold your horses," McCoy muttered.

"I'm not talking about you and Carol," Jim chuckled, nodding down to his son who was positively grinning and wriggling in Jim's arms.

"Just… shut up Jim, get out," Bones ordered and with a final laugh, Jim was gone.


Emily stared at the ceiling. Everyone was already awake, she could hear movement around the house, sometimes voices, plates and cups in the kitchen, clattering on the surfaces occasionally as breakfast was eaten then put away.

She could still hear Leo's voice clearly in her mind.

Emily. Shut up. I'm fine.

"Fucking pointy-eared, hobgoblin, green blooded, space elf bastard," she hissed as she finally threw herself out of bed and stormed downstairs.

"Morning darlin'," said her father as she entered the kitchen. She grunted a response and grabbed a glass from the counter, pouring herself a glass of juice and then settling at the table.

"A very sorry young man called earlier, I told him I'd have you give him a call back when you woke up," he said and Emily shrugged.

"He's an asshole. I don't get him. I don't want to talk about it anyway. What the hell is going on with both of them? They were both being weird as hell last night," she said, taking a sip from her orange juice.

"Not my place to say darlin'," he said, eyes flicking down the newspaper he was reading.

Emily huffed and leant back in her chair.

"What exactly did Leo say when he called?" she asked and her father shrugged.

"I don't know, call him back, not my business," he said gruffly and Emily frowned.

"Fine," she said, getting up from the table and going back up to her room. She grabbed her communicator from her bedside table. She'd had two missed calls and a text message. All were from Leo.

Jim tells me calling more than once is desperate. So maybe I'm a little desperate, but I'm a lot more sorry.

Her anger melting away instantly, she couldn't help but smile a little bit as she commed him back, he picked up almost instantly.

"Emily, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine. But as payback I get to nipple-pinch you, or kick you in the balls, your choice," she offered and he paused.

"One nipple or both?"

"Most definitely both. You owe me big," she said and he broke into a relieved laugh.

"Alright. You can nipple-pinch me, or slap me in the face, but you leave my balls out of this," he said and she giggled.

"Alright. What happened anyway?" she asked and he sighed.

"I… it's a Vulcan thing. I'll explain one day. I'm fine though, really," he said and she frowned.

"It's true what Chris was saying yesterday, you've lost weight."

"I have. But… I mean. I was kind of a fatass before," he said and she snorted.

"Hardly."

"Well… I was a little rounder than I wanted to be. Working out is a hazard when you can't see anything. I almost hit Chris in the face with a dumbbell when he took me to the gym once, pretty hilarious," he said and she smirked.

"I bet he'd have loved you for that, breaking his precious pretty face," she said and he laughed.

"Yeah I know. He was never so keen to go with me after that, also there was something of a locker-room incident."

"Oh?" she asked, curious.

"Apparently, I'm way too… like… blasé about being naked around strangers. Don't see why it's a big deal, I mean, it's the guys locker room, pretty sure I don't have anything they don't see every day, not that I know or anything, but yeah, Chris like… got upset with me for it. And then he went and posed for pictures in tighty-whiteys, kind of a hypocrite," he said and she chuckled. She could listen to him talk all day. The way he just said whatever was going through his mind, almost as if he didn't filter it at all, it all just rolled from his brain right out of his mouth.

"That's hilarious."

"Yeah well, you know, brothers are a pain in the ass," he said and she nodded.

"Tell me about it," she mumbled, absentmindedly picking up her new script from her bedside cabinet. She's got exactly the part she wanted, but she knew her acting was weak and needed a lot of work, her voice alone wouldn't carry her through it. Her mind strayed to Leo again, at how she just wanted to be around him and how terrible she'd felt when he'd snapped at her last night.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked and she smiled.

You.

"Uh… just this play. I need to read lines or something, work on it. I'm pretty terrible," she laughed.

"Oh wow. Well that sounds fun. I'm just here waiting for my eyes to start working," he said and she froze.

"You mean you-"

"Yeah. Last week. I didn't tell anybody, not even Jim. He's having a hissy fit over it, but I just didn't want him to worry. But yeah. Any day now apparently, I should notice bright lights first, Jim spent half of this morning with a damn flashlight in my face, but nothing yet. I'm kind of… excited, but I don't want to let myself get my hopes up too high though, because more than likely it wont work at all," he said and she stayed silent, carefully considering her answer.

"You've done pretty well for yourself so far without being able to see," she said.

"Oh yeah. I know, just… it'd be nice, not to get lost, or trip over things, or crash into people," he said and she chuckled.

"You could use a cane you kno-"

"NEVER. EVER. NEVER," he cried dramatically and she laughed.

"Or not."

"Or not. I like that answer. Anyway. I'm gonna leave you to your line-practice, I need to get to a… uh… meeting," he said awkwardly and she nodded to herself.

"Yeah. Sure. Well, maybe we could hangout… later or something?" she asked and he paused for a moment.

"Uh… maybe not today, I have stuff to do. Maybe tomorrow?" he offered and she smiled.

"Sure."


"Pilot, huh? You sure kid?"

"Definitely," David nodded. He was certain with his decision.

"Alright well get your forms filled in and we'll send them off tomorrow," Leonard said hesitantly.

Whether it had been spending the first few years of his life on the ship, or the influence of having always been around Starfleet, David wanted to fly. He wanted to be a pilot.

As much as he didn't want his son off in such a dangerous job, Leonard knew he couldn't deny him his dream and his gentle encouragement to look into a profession that didn't involve him going off planet hadn't gone down too well.

"I know you want me to get a nice desk job like Jo, but I couldn't do that," David said, as if reading his mind.

"I know… I just… it's dangerous out there, y'know? Your mom and I have seen more than our fair share of sticky situations, and I'd hate for you to be in danger, but, that being said, you're sixteen years old and if you wanna go to the academy, that's your decision," he said flatly.

"I'll be careful," David said and Leonard rolled his eyes.

"It's dangerous out there in the black, kid, and sometimes no matter how careful you are, there's always somethin' to go wrong," he said and David looked down at the floor for a second.

"It's all I've ever wanted to do."

Leonard nodded.

"I know, and you'll be great at it. I'm proud of you," he said, clapping him on the shoulder.


"Come in," Bones said as he looked up.

A very shaky Leo was standing in the doorway of his office, leaning on his sister for support.

"Hey, kid, how's it going?" he asked tentatively. Seren's blue eyes swimming with tears answered the question before Leo could even open his mouth.

"Good. Yeah I'm doing pretty good. How are you?" he asked and Seren sniffled.

"Ser. I'm fine. Stop getting upset over it," Leo said firmly and she helped him into a chair then let go of him quickly, backing away and looking at the floor.

Bones had noticed her control slipping over the last few weeks, as she watched her brother fighting for his life, getting weaker, struggling to pretend he was doing fine.

"Cut all the shit, Leo, not to me. It's bad enough to the others, but no shit in here. You're not fine. Look at the state of you," Bones said and Leo's shoulders slumped.

"No. I'm not fine. I'm not. I'm done, Bones, I'm dying, I can feel it," he said, brown eyes fixed unseeingly on the wall.

Seren excused herself from the room and Bones didn't blame her. This conversation was going to be far from easy to listen to.

"You're not… dying. But you're not doing great either. Your body is going into shock from everything going on, but the tumour is shrinking. Not by a whole lot just yet, but it's going in the right direction I-"

"I… Bones stop. I didn't come here to talk about that," Leo cut him off, eyes now fixed directly on his own. The doctor fell silent.

"I came to… well… could I… hmm. Uh. Well," he stammered, eyes flicking down to the desk and taking a deep breath.

"I wanted to ask for your permission to date Emily," he said and Bones held his breath for a second.

"Leo. Kid, I… you know why I can't say yes to that, right?" he said gently and Leo nodded.

"I know. Because when I die it's going to break her heart, and it'll be everyone left behind picking up the pieces, I know that, but I… I'm really sorry, but I've never felt this way for anyone and I can't… go… without… I need to tell her, I want to make the most of-" his voice cracked and for the first time since the whole ordeal began, he began to cry in front of the doctor.

Leonard McCoy sighed. He felt so conflicted. On the one hand, he knew Leo's chances of surviving weren't fantastic. But on the other hand he'd seen his interactions with Emily, watched the way she'd blush bright pink when he made her giggle, noticed the tiny smile he'd always have on his face whenever she was around. They were good for each other. They made each other happy, very happy, but it could all be so short-lived. Cruel to let it begin just for it to end so soon.

He watched as the youngest Kirk broke apart in front of him, curling into a ball in the chair, crying into his knees, sobs racking his entire body.

Leonard found himself up out of his own seat and going around the desk, one hand settling on the young mans back, rubbing soothingly.

"It's ok," he said quietly. Leo shook with silent sobs as he wrestled with his emotions.

"It's not."

"It will be."

Leo was silent, taking slow and controlled breaths, using his hands to wipe the tears off his face.

"I'm sorry, I don't know where that came from I just-"

"Don't apologise," Leonard cut him off.

"Don't apologise Leo. You've done incredibly well through this, and you're almost at the end of it. We're going to get you through it. I swear to you, I will not let you die on my watch, you got that?"

Leo nodded.

"Yes sir."

"And you know why that is?"

Leo shook his head.

"Because… you're like a son to me. You're family. And family look out for each other. I'm gonna keep you alive and get you better, I promise," he said and Leo nodded.

"Sure. Thank you," he said and Bones placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Anything, kid. Now Jim told me you're talking about not doing the last chemo, are you sure?" he asked and Leo nodded.

"Yeah. I can't," he said simply in response.

Bones nodded. He knew that finishing the course was medically the correct thing to do, but Leo was already obviously struggling and putting him through more suffering by continuing was something the doctor couldn't find it in his heart to do.

"Sure. I understand. You need a good week for your body to recover from just the shock of the last dose, and then we'll try and figure out a date for surgery," he said gently and Leo nodded again.

"Yeah. Sure. Whenever."

The last dose of chemotherapy had been so strong Leo had barely moved for two days afterwards. Jim had been beside himself with worry, forcing himself to go to work every day, leaving Spock and Seren caring for Leo. This had been two days before Chris arrived home and there had been the argument over dinner.

"I… I'll give you my permission to date Emily. Under one condition," he said and Leo smiled weakly.

"No sex?" Leo smirked.

"Well, that too, and no sleepovers either. My one condition is that you're honest and open with her from the beginning, you need to tell her what's going on with you, it isn't fair to keep that from her."

"I'm going to tell everyone as soon as I'm ready to," he said, pushing his hair back off his forehead. Bones noticed he wasn't sweating today, not like he would after the chemo, but he was still deathly pale.

"Just be honest with her. If you break her heart I'll kill you myself," Bones grumbled and Leo chuckled lightly.

"I'd expect nothing less," he smiled.


"You ready Em?"

"Hmm? Oh. Yeah. I'm ready," she said coolly.

It was their last show. The final time they'd all be on stage together as a band.

She was relieved. What had started so nicely had ended up sour, and she couldn't wait to be away from the people she'd begun this adventure with.

What had been incredibly fun at the beginning, living in a bus, spending every day talking to new people and every night playing on stage in a new city, had become the very thing she hated. Having spent five years at music college she'd never intended to use her voice as part of such an average band.

She wanted something more, something bigger, better, more imaginative than repetitive pop-punk riffs and lyrics about nothing in particular.

It was time for it to be over, she would move on to better things.

"Paris! Let's do this!" She yelled into her microphone as she leapt out onto the stage. There were maybe a thousand people there and she wasn't nervous, just ready to have a good time and say goodbye to that part of her life.

*!*

"Hey mom," she smiled into her communicator.

"Hi honey, how was your night?"

"It was good, I'm glad its over though, it'll be nice to come home," Emily admitted.

"You've got no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that," her mother smiled into her own communicator.


Christopher trembled with the exertion of just keeping himself still and under control.

His entire body was screaming, burning for him to do it. To claim. To take.

And he knew, he understood now.

David.

All those times when he'd mind-melded with him, starting when they were very young and not really understanding what they were doing, when he should have listened to Spock's advice and never melded with anyone. He'd been connecting them, he just never knew what the connection was until accidentally stumbling across it during their last meld and immediately backing away.

He'd tried to fight it. He's fucked his way through half the women he'd already slept with, hoping by some fluke that one of them could be the one instead, that he'd feel an instant connection. But no.

His burning was for one person and one person alone.

Deciding that his cold shower from earlier had made him feel better, even if it only lasted a few minutes, Christopher heaved himself off the bed to go and take another one, clothes being hastily shed on the way to the bathroom.


"Hey! That's mine!" David protested as Christopher snatched the object he was holding, a miniature replica of the Enterprise.

"No it isn't, Uncle Scotty gave it to ME!"

"But… but…I was playing with it," David mumbled as tears burned at his eyes.

"Human gonna cry?" Christopher taunted and David burst into tears, his loud wails drawing the attention of Jim who was supposed to be watching them.

"Boys! What's going on here?" he asked and Chris immediately dropped the toy ship and began retreating out of the room.

"Davey is being a stupid human," he said quickly and David cried louder. Jim scooped him up and picked up the toy ship.

"He take this off you again, huh?" Jim asked quietly and David sniffled and nodded.

"Christopher George Kirk! You get over here and apologise, right now!" Jim ordered and Chris scowled, dragging his feet and walking back over.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"No. Like you mean it," Jim said, setting David down.

"I'm sorry Davey," he said more sincerely.

"Good. Now shake hands," Jim instructed and David held out his hand, Chris taking it, a strange tingling spreading across David's palm at the touch.

"You're big boys now, and you can learn how to share. Chris, I already told you, if you don't start acting your age I'll treat you like a baby," Jim warned and Christopher pouted.

"How old are you?" Jim asked and Chris mumbled his response so quietly you could barely hear it.

"Pardon?" Jim asked and Christopher frowned.

"Seven," he said clearly and Jim nodded.

"That's right. And what do big, grown-up seven year olds do?"

"Share," Chris mumbled.

"Good. Now are we clear?" he asked, running a hand through his hair.

"Yes Jim," he nodded.

"If he gives you any more trouble just yell, kiddo," Jim said, ruffling David's hair before returning to his desk.

"Sorry Davey," Chris mumbled again and David crossed his arms across his chest. The pair of big brown eyes staring at him blinked, his head tilting to one side.

"Hey, you want to play a fun game?" Chris asked and David crossed his arms tighter.

"What's that?" he asked.

"I'll show you," Christopher said, extending his left hand towards David's face.


David rang the buzzer again, grumbling under his breath when Christopher still didn't appear.

He raised his fist and used the side of it to hammer against the door.

"Hey asshole, come let me in!"

He'd avoided him since the previous night at dinner, he'd left fully intending to track Chris down and talk to him, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not after Spock had commed him right after he got home.

"David McCoy."

"Uh… hi Mr Spock, is there anything I can-"

"Yourself and Christopher are very close friends, am I correct?" David shifted uncomfortably.

"I guess you could say that we're pretty cl-"

"Have you ever had any form of sexual exchange?"

"What?! No! No, we're friends, nothing else," David spluttered and Spock was silent for a moment.

"I believe from your highly defensive reaction that the process has already begun. You have been experiencing strong feelings of desire, feelings you cannot understand, am I correct?"

David paused before answering.

"How do you know about this?" he hissed.

"You are not exactly discreet if a person knows what to look for. Christopher is in danger, David. He has entered Pon Farr, and the fever must be sated. Without his T'hy'la, he will die," Spock explained and David screwed up his face.

"T'hy'la is like… husband, right? Or wife?"

"Incorrect. I will allow Christopher to elaborate on the term should you go to him. I must stress the importance, do not fight him, he may well be highly dangerous in this condition."

David ran a hand through his hair.

"So… what are you saying here?" he asked at last.

"Pon Farr is the Vulcan mating drive, occurring on average every seven years in males. This cycle does not usually begin until the Vulcan is much older, however, it would appear that something had caused Christopher to enter this phase at a very young age."

"Mating?! Are you fuckin' serious?" David spluttered.

"I am entirely serious, yes. As you are aware, Vulcans cannot lie."

"So you're telling me, that I need to go and like… sleep with him, to make him better?" he asked and Spock hesitated for a moment.

"In simple terms, yes, though there is more involved than that. He may well bond with you, most likely he will, your minds will be joined."

"He… he's already in my head, sometimes, he makes me… have these dreams," David confessed.

"Then it has already begun. I must stress the urgency of-"

"Yeah yeah, letting him screw my brains out, got it," David sighed.

"He may behave in a way highly unlike his usual self, he may go for days without food or water, he may become aggressive, he may not understand you at times. Is this clear?" Spock asked and David swallowed hard.

"Horny, pointy-eared pain in my ass. Got it," he said firmly.

"Good luck," Spock said as David snapped the communicator shut.

After a few more moments the door slid open and Christopher stood before him, dripping wet from the shower and shivering, wearing only too-big pyjama pants with the black waistband of his boxers on show.

"What… were you in a cold shower?" David asked as he eyed the way Chris' teeth seemed to be chattering.

He nodded silently as his friend stepped into his apartment and the door closed behind him.

"Isn't that… like really bad with you having warmer blood than a normal human?" he asked and Chris nodded again, his eyes darkening as his friend crossed the room and stood over by the window, looking out at the city below.

"You could try turning some lights on you know, I'm sure you earn enough to pay your damn electric bill," he muttered as he looked at his friend through the gloom. There was only one lamp switched on in the entire large living area, and the shadows is was casting made Chris appear even more imposing as every muscle in his body flexed when he moved.

"Is something wrong? You seem pretty quiet," he asked as he glanced at the part-Vulcan again. David decided to play dumb. Maybe there was some way he and Chris could rectify the situation without having to actually have sex. Surely there was some other way.

Christopher was doing everything in his control to not grab David and drag him to the nearest available surface to fuck him silly.

"David… Davey, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he muttered as he took a few steps closer.

"I just… I need. I'm going to die, David," he muttered as he took another step closer, eyes growing darker still as he approached.

"Wait… what? Are you… sick or something? What's wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like that?"

David took a step back as Christopher continued to approach him, water beading on his well muscled chest, running down his clearly defined abdomen.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked again, cursing himself mentally as he felt pink blush rising in his cheeks as his act of ignorance began to slip.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you, but now it all makes sense." David's back hit the wall as he ran out of room, Christopher advancing and trapping him against the wall with one arm on either side of him, palms flat against the cool surface.

"What the fuck are you talking ab-"

David was cut off as Christopher pinned him to the wall, crashing their lips together.

The smaller man struggled, though he knew it was useless, he was fully aware of how strong his hybrid friend was and knew that he wouldn't be getting away from him anytime soon.

Chris seemed to be struggling within himself, one moment the kiss was rushed and frantic, the next he seemed to be holding back. He pulled away, lips moist and slightly swollen.

"I'm sorry. I… this isn't supposed to happen until I'm much older, I never realised what I was doing with… the mind-melding… I never knew and I… god I'm so sorry," he muttered as he lost control again, pinning David against the wall with such force that it winded him slightly, attacking his neck with his teeth.

David's communicator started to sound in his pocket and he fumbled for it, one hand still trying to push his friend away.

"Help me!" he yelped as he got the device open, not really caring who was on the other end of the line. Though Spock's warning had at least given him some idea of what to expect, he hadn't really anticipated Christopher being quite so aggressive.

"David! Shit, you need to just… let him, let him do whatever he's trying to do. He'll die otherwise," Jim's voice was frantic.

"He's tryna' rape me!" David protested as Chris's hands pinned his wrists above his head, sending the communicator clattering across the floor.

"I'll explain everything afterwards, just, go with it. I promise you'll be ok, he won't kill you, just don't fight him. He isn't in control right now, it's a Vulcan thing, I promise I'll explain," Jim said.

Christopher growled low in his throat, brown eyes a dangerous black where his pupils were blown wide. David swallowed hard.

"Spock told me. But... is this the only way?" he asked.

"Yes. It's the only way. His mind has chosen yours… and it, well, it's not reversible at this point. David I'm so sorry, I promise I'll explain everything once he's burned himself out. It might be a day, it might be a week, everyone is different I just-"

"A week?! He might be like this for a week?" he hissed as Christopher started to drag him away from the wall and towards his bedroom. David just managed to snag the communicator with his foot and kick it along so he could hear Jim's response.

"Unlikely but he might-"

David didn't hear what Christopher might do as the communicator was snatched up and thrown full force into the wall, shattering into pieces. David found himself thrown roughly onto the mattress, trying to regain his balance he propped himself up on forearms as Chris crawled over him, like a predator would corner it's prey right before going in for the kill.

Their faces mere inches apart, David could feel the heat radiating from his friend, the same friend he'd been having some very impure dreams about over the last few weeks.

"Fuck or die huh? They don't teach that in basic alien biology at the academy," he said and Christopher raised an eyebrow in a way so reminiscent of his father that David made a mental note to tease him about it later.

"If you don't… want to I can… I…" Chris started; momentarily back in control but physically shaking with the effort.

"Shh. No… I… know. I've been having dreams, where you… connected our minds… I guess. I can feel it too, the… wanting… it hurts."

Christopher gave a short nod.

"I'm… I can't hold out anymore, it's getting worse," he whispered, his voice sounded… pained. Forced.

The water in his hair was mingling with the sweat beginning to escape his every pore as his fever began to burn to a new intensity.

"Don't. Don't hold out. Not anymore. We'll get you through this and talk about it when it's all over," David said and Chris gave another small nod before his body tensed, hands curling into fists where they gripped the sheets. He was very still for a long moment, and David stayed awkwardly still beneath him, not really sure what he needed to do. He didn't need to figure it out as Chris seemed to spring back to life, beginning to pull at his shirt with urgency, David lifting his arms to allow him to remove it.

An inhumanly hot mouth trailed down his body, pausing at one nipple and his belly button, leaving a searing tingle wherever his lips had made contact. David stayed very still, knowing it was important he didn't fight him.

His jeans were lost next, boxers and socks going along with them and being flung carelessly to the floor.

Christopher's hungry dark eyes were all over his body, his facial expression one of complete animal lust. David held his gaze; he wasn't going to come over all shy at a moment like this, not a chance in hell. If he was going to submit to this, he was going to do so like a man.

He bit his lip hard as Christopher trailed both his hands down his body, slowly, agonisingly slowly, palms flat against his skin, blunt nails following the hot palms, leaving faint pink trails until they reached his hips and took a firm hold.

David couldn't hold back a strangled moan as his best friend lowered his mouth to his semi-hard cock, hot wet tongue lapping at it eagerly, bringing him to full attention in record time.

Being far too distracted by this, David didn't notice Christopher ridding himself of his own clothing. He did notice the absence of the mouth causing him so much pleasure and forced his eyes open as he felt his friends weight shift on the bed as he landed beside him, laying on his stomach with his head level to his own.

"Somethin' wrong?" David asked, forcing his voice to remain steady as he tried to return his voice to normal.

Christopher said nothing, just stared at him with those dangerous now black eyes but his face was soft, pleading, begging almost. It took David a long few seconds to realise that Chris didn't want to dominate him, he wanted to be dominated.

"You… you don't want to fuck me, do you? You… want it the other way around, is that it?"

Christopher made a small whimper of agreement and David nodded.

"Ok… well… I guess I can do that. Never done this with a guy before, and I'm guessing you haven't either, right?" Chris shook his head slightly. He was still clinging onto some of his control, just hanging by a thread.

"I uh… um… do you have lube?" David asked. He felt awkward as hell. He was straight goddamn it!

Christopher didn't answer his question; he grabbed David by the upper arms and pulled him so he was on top, their naked bodies pressed together and the heat radiating off Chris almost unbearable.

"Is that a no?" David asked as Christopher tilted his head back, exposing his throat fully. David took the hint and began to lick and bite at the exposed flesh, causing the part-Vulcan to writhe beneath him.

"Answer me," David said firmly, reaching underneath him and closing his hand around the other's erection where it was rubbing painfully against the sheets.

"Somewhere," Chris managed out and David scrambled off him, making a beeline for the bedside cabinet and pulling out the top drawer, emptying its contents all over the floor and sending any number of questionable objects scattering all over the room.

A small white bottle caught his attention and he snatched it up.

Bingo.

"I'll be careful," he promised as he popped the cap on the half-empty bottle. David made a mental note to enquire as to what Christopher had been doing to himself for the bottle to already be half empty.

Christopher made a desperate, pleading kind of whimpering sound and David looked at him concernedly. He definitely looked like he was telling the truth when he said he would die if they didn't do this. His entire body was shaking, sweat slick-skin a patchy green as his fever raged, facially he looked like he was in real pain, and his breathing was coming in short, quick gulps of air.

"You're fucking… weird," David grumbled as he squirted a generous amount of clear liquid onto his fingers before slowly lowering one and beginning to press it into his friend, watching his face carefully for any sign of pain.

Christopher's eyes closed and the tension in his jaw eased, a sigh that sounded very much like relief escaping him.

David had no real idea what he was doing, sleeping with men was hardly a speciality of his. When Chris seemed comfortable enough with one finger, he added a second, receiving a soft moan of encouragement.

"Chris you moan like a little slut," he muttered, trying to get the blush in his cheeks to fade. He couldn't believe what he was about to do.


"DAMN IT JIM!"

After speaking with David Jim had raced over to Bones' office at the hospital as fast as he could, finding Spock already there waiting for him.

"Bones, I'm sorry, we didn't know that-" Jim stopped talking as he was flung into the wall, being pinned there by his friend who was so angry it looked as though steam could come out of his ears at any moment.

"You think I don't remember the state you were in? Huh? After this freak was done with you when his time rolled around?" He glared at Spock. "You think I don't remember the broken ribs? The black eye? Damn it Jim, if he hurts David, so help me I'll-"

"Doctor," Spock interjected loudly and the Doctor silenced.

"What the fuck do you want?" he hissed, glaring at Jim dangerously who just stayed very still in his grasp.

"I do not believe Christopher will harm David," Spock said calmly.

"And you didn't believe that you'd harm Jim! Did you?! I remember that day Spock, the first time it happened to you, and you promised Jim it'd be alright, but then you just… lost it. You were like a fucking… animal! You threw him around like a rag doll for the better part of a week!"

"Bones," Jim said, raising a hand to try and stop the doctor from talking.

He room fell silent. The three men just staring at eachother.

"So now what, he's already got him, right?" Bones sighed, both hands running through his grey-flecked hair.

"Yeah. He's at Chris' apartment. I talked to him, I tried to warn him, but… it… well it had already started and-"

"Jim. Shut up. You know, in fact, get out, both of you, get the fuck out of here right now!" Bones ordered, shoving Jim roughly towards the door. Spock advanced on the doctor.

"I must insist you stop touching James in that-"

"OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!" Bones roared, shoving Spock this time, though he barely moved.

"Both of you. Out. Now," Bones growled, glaring at the two men.

"Spock. Let's go," Jim said quietly, keeping his eyes on the doctor.

"I'm sorry Bones. I don't think Chris meant for this to happen, but I'm sure David will be fine and-" Jim tried but Bones shut the door in his face.

Jim looked at Spock helplessly as inside the office Leonard McCoy threw himself into his chair, pulling the brand new bottle of bourbon out of the bottom drawer of his desk.

"Damn pointy-eared Kirk's," he grumbled, opening the bottle and pouring some of the golden liquid into a glass.


David felt terrible.

Not only did he not think Christopher was in any state to consent to what he was doing to him, he couldn't stop.

"Mm-more," Christopher gasped out as David thrust hard again. He was tired. They'd been at this for hours, Christopher splayed out and useless on the bed, just begging, pleading, desperate.

"You'll get more," David growled as a wave of heat washed over him, definitely not sourced from within his own body.

Trembling hands gripped sore and bruised hips, David panting against Christopher's neck as he did his best to keep up the punishing rhythm. David yelped as Chris bit down on his neck, so hard that he felt the skin break.

Feeling he was close, David sped up his movements, one hand closing around Chris' green-tinged erection and pumping rapidly, causing him to gasp out words that David didn't understand as David continued to pound into the overwhelming heat of his body.

"Yeah, that's right, you like that," David growled, grip tightening on Chris' hips.

"F-fuck," he stammered as he hit his release, eyes slipping closed and body tensing as he came. He'd lost count of how many rounds they'd gone, but Chris had always been the same, just laying there, begging for more occasionally but otherwise only panting and staring up with dark eyes.

Body aching, David rolled off to the side, desperately trying to get his breath back. Chris tugged at his shoulder, making needy, whimpering sounds.

"Get off, god, just, give me five seconds," he panted, shoving Chris' hand away and nuzzling his face into the pillow.

He'd expected this to all be the other way around. From what he knew of Chris, he was dominant in the bedroom, and women loved him for how he'd fully take control of everything that was going on. This couldn't be further from the way he'd behaved for the last few hours.

"I'm going to get a glass of water, do you want one?" David offered, pushing himself up onto his elbows.

Christopher stared at him blankly.

"I'll take that as a no?"

David rolled to get out of the bed and Chris grabbed him, effectively pinning him to the mattress.

"Get off Christopher, I need a drink," he said firmly but Chris didn't let go.

"Mine," he growled and David swallowed hard, noticing Chris was hard again already.

"Uh… yeah, sure, why not," he said, too tired to even argue.

"But I need to get water, Chris, you know like... to drink," he tried to explain, trying to move again. Chris gripped his arm so tightly David was worried he might crush it.

"You're hurting me," he said clearly and Christopher continued to stare blankly at him.

David shuffled closer to Chris, cautiously draping an arm around him and Chris immediately calmed, relaxing his grip and laying still on the bed.

"Chris, please, I need some water, I'm not running away or anything, I'll come right back," he said quickly. David was conscious of the warning he'd been given. It could be days before this was over, and he was already starving hungry and so thirsty it hurt. At the very least he needed water, and he knew Chris would be needing water by now too.

Deciding to try and different tactic he stood up, pulling Chris with him, holding his body tight to his own.

"We're going to go take a shower, ok? We're both really, really dirty," David sighed as he pushed his hair back off his face. He stank of sweat and sex and god only knows what else. He didn't really want to think too much about it, about the things they had been doing.

He managed to practically drag Christopher into the bathroom and switched on the water, pulling him into the shower cubicle with the water still running cold. David tilted his head up and gulped down a few mouthfuls of water before Christopher had him pinned to the frosted glass wall, lips attacking his neck, stinging against the fresh bite marks there from the previous few hours.

"Mine," Chris growled again, turning David around so his face was against the glass, both hands trailing down his back to his ass. David swallowed hard, he knew exactly what Chris was going to do as a fresh wave of heat pulsed between them, mingling with his own nervousness at what he was sure was coming up next.

"Be gentle, ok? Slowly," David tried to explain and Christopher stared at him, water running down his face, getting in his eyes though he didn't blink it away.

"Shit," David muttered under his breath.

"You know what Chris, I'm going to kill you when this is all done," he mumbled as Christopher bit at his ear, hands gripping his hips as he pressed his erection against him.

David swallowed hard again, trying to force himself to relax, to not attempt to fight.

He looked back at Christopher carefully, who blinked hard, a glimmer of panic spreading across his face momentarily, almost as if he had realised what he was doing, before it faded into the same snarl once again.

"Mine."


A/N

Oops. I made Christopher all crazy. My bad :3

I just wanted to point out that I'm fully aware Vulcan's body temp. is actually lower than a human... I wrote in the first story that the temp was higher, so for continuity's sake I wanted to keep it that way during this story, even though it isn't accurate. Anyway. Moving on!

Next chapter we're getting some more Pon Farr, Emily and Leo get closer and there's a big secret being spilled...

Thanks for reading :)