Amok Time

Ch.3 Part I

A/N: Thanks to all the people who reviewed, they're the highlight of my life, and you have no idea how literally I mean that. Sorry that this chapter took so long, but I hope it's longer than the others. I'm sorry to all those who read this, and it doesn't mean their standards, why did you even read it to begin with?

Spock

According to his still, but barely functioning, internal chronometer, he had been standing in the exact same spot for precisley 2.5 minutes after Nurse Chapel evacuated his quarters. What had he been about to do? Were the fires of his ancestors claiming him that fast? Surley not, his logic was still somewhat intact, but for how long? He quickly moved , with shaky hands to set up his firepot. Meditation would suffice as a relief weapon, but for a limited time.

He took a meditative pose, legs crossed, on a pile of pillows in the corner of his livingroom. As he sat before the firepot, its warm embers aglow, he attempted to qualm the fires before they threatened to consume him.

".Tranquility." He chanted. ".Tranquility." But it wasn't working, his mind insisted on forcing his thoughts to Nyota, her beautiful face, her soft skin. Willing against himself not to search for her, to ravish her, to feel her wreath beneath him, to hear her moan his name, to taste her sweet intoxicating juices on his tongue, to see her spasm in orgasmic aftershock, to smell the persperation accumulated from their lovemaking cascade in droplets like early morning dew down her skin, to claim her. But he could not, he would not bring himself to harm her. He's seen first hand what the effects of Pon Farr do to a human woman. NO, not his beloved, not his Ashayam. He was supposed to be her protector, and not one to cause her pain...

Spock and his mother were in the kitchen. The balcony door was open, and the breeze blew over the city of Shi'Khar like a warm blanket. Spock was feeding his pet Sehlat, I-Chaya, fresh fruit, as his mother, Amanda Grayson, sub-conciously walked about the kitchen lifting lids off pots while ocassionly stirring it's contents in transitions from one pot to the next. She was making the end meal, and an assortment of scents, herbs, and spices, floated around in the air. She seemed as though her mind was otherwise involved.

Spock was watching I-Chaya until she suddenly stopped. It was uncharacteristic of her to stop eating once she had started. She lifted her head from where it was stooped in her feeding dish. Instictively, Spock tensed too. Out of the coner of his eye, Spock saw his mother pause her minstrations and look towards the door that led to and fro the dining area, Spock turned his head in that direction only find his father breathing unatrually hard. He had his hands clenched into fists, he was sweating, and he seemingly glared in his mothers direction. Spock felt concern for his mother because of the way his father was looking at her in that moment, Sarek, like many Vulcans, didn't normally diplay such emotions.

Amanda stared at her husband, and he stared at her. Though not certain, Spock was sure that they were communticating through their bond. Amanda broke the stare and looked down at the counter, Sarek turned sharpley on his heel, and exited the kitchen, angrily mumbling and growling under his breath. When her husband was out of sight, Amanda turned towards her son.

"Spock, sweetie, I belive it's time you paid a visit to your grandmother T'pau's house." She said ushering him out the kitchen. They proceeded onward towards his room.

"Mother is it not too late to visit her house?" Spock questioned as his mother grabbed a bag from his closet once they had reached their destination.

"No. It's not." She said neatly but thoughroughly began filling it with clothes. "I belive a week should be enough time."

"Mother, what is wrong?" Spock asked simply.

"Nothing, you haven't seen your grandmother in a while." Amanda attempted to justify.

"You are lying, your heartbeat has increased, which indicated all is not well." Amanda had been pulling shirts out of Spock's drawers, folding them, and placing them in the bag, when he said this, she stopped mid-fold, and then continued what she was doin g.

"Spock, I have never lied to you in your life."

"Yet, you are not telling the whole truth."

"I'm fine." Spock was not satisfied with her answer. He was about to press her futher, until he heard a lound voice yell.

"Amanda, sarlah, adun'a, i'!"

"I'm comming my Adun!" she yelled back just as loud. She zipped up the bag and handed it to Spock.

"I am terribly sorry, but you're going to have to get there on youer own this time, okay. She will be expecting you." She gave him the bag, a quick hug, and a kiss on the forehead. She ran out of the room to his father. Though still concerned for his mother, Spock had no choice but her obey her wishes.

Upon his arrival, he was escorted to one of the guest bedrooms. Once he was situated, he was given end meal, and was told by T'Pau that he was to accomany her in her evening meditation. He went to the room was designed soley for that purpose. He walked further into the room to find T'Pau already poised and ready. She saw him, and gave a Vulcan salute, he replied in kind.

"Spohk." She greeted bluntly.

"Grandmother." He took a seat directly across from her, legs crossed, and ready to begin. T'Pau stared at her grandson longer than necessary.

"What troubles your thoughts my son?" She questioned knowingly.

"My mother, before I arrived here, she seemed...anxious, nervous even. Father did not seem well either, he seemed angry. I have not known my parents to behave in such a way, and the two of them in such a state of being concerns me greatly. My mother expecially, I was...reluctant to leave her."

"Ahh, there is nothing to concern yourself with, it is merely your father's time."

Spock was confused, but he didn't show it on his face, "His Time?"

"I take it he has not told you of the fires of your ancestors?"

"No, he has not."

"Then it is not my place to enlighten you on this subject matter. But I will say this, all will be well come the end of this. You need not worry yourself. Perhaps your father will tell you upon your return."

"Perhaps." Spock said, his curiosity now piqued.T'Pau nodded.

"Now, Let us begin..." Spock Spent the rest of the week much like that. He would spend the begininng of his days alone, usually studying, he would eat end meal alone, and he would spend his evening meditation time with T'Pau.

Upon his return, the first thing Spock did was put away his things, and search for his mother. He searched the gardens, that was were she spent most of her days, she was not there. He checked the library, she was not there. He decided that perhaps she went to take a nap, and was in her room.

He knocked on the door.

"Come in." And so Spock did. "Sarek, please tell me you brought the pain killers with you."

"No mother, it is I ." As spock walked closer to the bed, he was going to question as to why she would need the said painkillers, but before he could the inquery, he saw why. She lay, but she didn't look like her usual self. Her usually sooth skin was covered in bruises, and welts. She had scrapes and scrathes along her face, neck, arms, and all other obviously visable skin. She looked in pain... What happened to her? Did she do this to herself? Illogical, the offending bruises blemishes look like they were inflicted on her by someone else...Spock stood there, his mind seeming to go a million miles an hour attempting to figure this out.

"Mother?" Spock couldn't seem to even conjure a decent sentence. His mind was so busy whirling in incoherent thoughts that he didn't see his father follow suit into the room. "What happened to you?"

His mother didn't answer, and Spock allowed his eyes to follow where hers were staring. He found his father standing mere inches behind him with a tray of food, and the pain medication that his mother had requested.

"What happened to your mother does not concern you. In the end she will be well." Sarek answered become Spock had a chance to repeat his question. There was something still off-putting about his father's apperance, though spock couldn't pin-point it exactley. He knew that something was in fact wrong with his father, because he had this look on his face. It was a look of frustration, anger, sadness, and through the parental bond that they shared, he could feel...guilt. Knowing that in order for Spock to be able to both see and feel the emotion that stirred within him, there was something important had happened, and he wasn't privy to it...But why those emotions, and why so strongly, guilt being the strongest. In order for you to feel guilt, you had to have done something, and then it dawned on Spock.

"Father, did you do this to her?" Spock asked eyeing his father, he could see that he was contemplating his next move. Vulcans, under no circumstances, will tell a lie. It is illogical.

"Yes." He all but whispered, in his father's tone Spock heard what sounded like pain.

"Why? It looks like she was attacked by a pack of Le-Matya's!" Spock said before he had a chance to stop the words. He saw the tips of his fathers ears turn a dark shade of green, and his did not respond.

"Sarek." Amanda finally spoke. "Maybe now is the time to explain it to him." Sarek nodded as he gave the tray to Amanda and administered her medicine. As soon she began eating, Sarek turned and headed for the door. When he saw that his son was not following him, he merely lifted an eyebrow in question. Spock began towards his father as they continued through the hall to his fathers study. Once there were inside, Sarek sat behind his desk, and looked at Spock expectingly. When his son took a seat, Sarek wasted no time in begining his speach.

"The pon farr is a Vulcan time of mating and the rituals following it are shrouded under a veil of mystery and secrecy. It is considered to be a very private matter within Vulcan society, it is rarely spoken about outside the confines of ones home. During pon farr, adult Vulcans undergo a neurochemical imbalance, that takes on a form of madness, and it is in this time that he is stripped of their logic. If the fires are not satiated, Pon Farr will transpire into something more...Plak Tow. A Vulcan will die within eight days if their pon farr isn't tended to. Vulcan males expierence Pon Farr every seven years of their adult imbalance during pon farr can be transferred to others via a telepathic mating bond.

Also during this period, the cortical levels rise and fall, as the brain's regulatory system appears to shut down when serotonine levels become unbalanced." Spock listened to his father, all attention was thwarted towards him. Very logically, Spock deduced that this is was his grandmother referred to as 'The Time'. "As you are aware, I have chosen a bondmate for you, as a result you are with T'Pring. During the ancient, pre-Surak times, Vulcans would normally kill to win their mates. After the Time of the Awakening, the koon-ut-kal-if-fee was adopted, and many Vulcans became telepathically bonded such at such youth for two reasons. One being to stop the illogical means of finding a mate, and the other being to be prepared for when the time comes. There are three options you have when the fire of those before you, consume you. One, you simply take your mate. Two, you participate in Kal-if-fee. Three is the least effective, and suffices for very few, and that is extensive meditation..."

Spock remembers that then, a mere child of 8yrs old, he hadn't completly understood the extent of what his father was saying to him, but now, as he sat attempting to put into practice that third option, that this wasn't easy. Even now, he was still fighting with himself not to seek out Nyota. Spock took a few deep breaths, attempting futiley to calm himself, by the end of his third breath, he hears his door chime. Ignoring it for the better, he tried to continue his meditation. After 15 rings, he was met with the captain standing before him, looking thoughroughly pissed off...

A/N: The title says part one because the next chapter will be an extension of this one. The day won't change. I just thought that is was too much to cram into one. Review please if you enjoyed, even if you didn't let me know. They feed my soul...