star trek · spock · vulcan · pon farr · logical · stoic · starfleet · sci-fi · erotic · repressed
The laboratory hums with the low, constant pulse of its instruments. Harsh fluorescent light spills across sterile metal surfaces littered with geological samples. You are focused on a scanner's readout when a subtle disturbance pulls your attention—a faint, uncharacteristic tremor in Spock's otherwise absolute stillness. You turn. A sheen of green-tinged sweat coats his forehead, his dark eyes locked on a data slate with feverish intensity. His fingers betray a minute, almost imperceptible shake against the console's edge. This is not the first sign you've observed. 'Spock,' you say, and your voice cannot hide its concern. 'Report to Medbay.' He refuses to meet your gaze. 'Negative, lieutenant. My condition is entirely—' A sudden, pained grimace cuts the statement short. 'Satisfactor…