The Pon Farr Epiphany

Author's Note: Hello. This story starts just after the last episode of season 5. I think the title speaks for itself, so no extra details, but I will ask one question: Is hearing the only Vulcan trait Sheldon has?

Disclaimer: Everything is the property of The Big Bang Theory producers., I only own my obsession. Hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1. The menacing shape.

It was closing in on bed time, everyone had gone home nearly an hour ago. One lanky physicist, however, was still sitting in his spot. He wasn´t thinking about his impending bedtime, but rather about how he was… upset. He couldn´t seem to focus, as there were so many thoughts swirling around that it felt like a hurricane was raging inside his head. It was unnerving.

He mentally scolded himself., He knew he should not have grabbed her hand., But he had done it; he had needed her touch to feel better. He hadn't expected to be so upset by Wolowitz's trip into space, (after all, he was just a treasured acquaintance), but the sudden rush of feelings had taken him by surprise, so he had looked for comfort from the one person who could provide it: his girlfriend, Amy.

Now he found himself trapped; trapped by the most unexpected feelings. When he had touched her, he had felt a sensation, similar to electricity running through his veins, which had left him frozen.

Just keep your eyes on the screen-he thought-. Don´t look at her, or you will risk exposing yourself to ridicule.

His reaction confused him.-What on earth is happening to me?, Am I turning into a mass of baser urges?.

His mind was racing, but he quickly composed himself. He told himself that everything was ok, but then found himself strangely torn between relief and disappointment when Amy announced she was leaving.

He then found himself doing something highly unusual; he accompanied her to the door. When they reached it he stared at her for several heart beats longer than usual, feeling like there was something he needed to do, but not knowing what exactly.

When their eyes met, something suddenly burned between them. Those beautiful, emerald eyes were revealing her feelings and her soul to him, and he suddenly felt as if he were swimming in a volcano., He looked at her intently, breathing deeply to maintain control before he did something really stupid, like kissing her in front of all their friends.

He was better than this;, he was a Homo Novus., He was not a creature of instinct, and neither was she. He forced himself to bid her good night, and closed the door behind her.

Our relationship is one of the mind —he said to himself, repeatedly. But if that was true, then why had he been watching her the way he had been lately? (Against his will, of course.). He was surprised every time he caught himself staring at her, at her eyes, at her lips, even, though he was reluctant to admit it,, staring at her body., He vigorously scolded himself for such behavior.

If he was being completely honest, however, he should admit that, while she had a beautiful mind, it wasn´t the only beautiful thing about her. He couldn´t help but compared her with Penny, the only woman he had seen naked. Penny was rather well formed, but, he found that recalling her shape was like recalling the shape of a statue, it elicited absolutely no emotion from him. Amy may not be, what some called, a conventional beauty, and her body may not be as slim and tall as Penny´s, but she was far from ugly. As matter of fact, he found Amy's figure much more appealing, more feminine, and her hips definitely more beckoning, than Penny's.

Even with all the layers of clothes Amy wore, he could see she was slim. He found himself wondering, - would her skin be as soft and pale as her face? How would it feel to caress her?

—With a start, he jumped off the couch. -Dear Lord, he really was out of his mind. He needed to take his shower, and then go to sleep. Perhaps a good night's rest would dispel these thoughts.

His bedroom was almost completely dark, and so silent it was almost deafening., It was 1:55 a. m., according to the little clock on his bedside table.

Why on earth can´t I sleep?- Sheldon thought.

He was starting to become severely irritated by his inability to get to sleep. This certainly wasn´t the first night that he had suffered sleeplessness, but this also wasn´t exactly sleeplessness he was feeling, it was more like an excess of energy. He was feeling eager, anxious, and almost giddy, but was at a loss to explain the cause. As he gave it some thought, he realized he had been this way since yesterday. He continued thinking about his perturbing symptoms: the rambling thougts, the lack of focus, the daydreaming. All had started about two weeks ago.

The worst part of his recent thought pattern was the effect it had had on his work. It didn´t matter how hard had he tried, he couldn´t seem to solve even the simplest equation. Well, simple for him of course. After all, he was the great Dr. Cooper. He couldn´t be measured by normal standards.

I have never had to stoop down to normal levels, and I'm not going to start now- he thought bitterly.

All afternoon, he had just stared at his whiteboard, alternating between a mind which was blank, and one which was getting steadily angrier.

-Dear Lord-he thought, tossing on his bed. Maybe this was it;, maybe he would start coming work in nothing but his briefs and messenger bag, like Dr. Rothmann. And then he would have to give up his new office to Kripke. True, he didn´t like the office, but still he had won it, and he didn´t like the thought of that silly fella having what belonged to the Great Doctor Sheldon Lee Cooper…..who was now suddenly becoming a writhing bundle of nerves and anxiety.

What a shame, what a waste of all my brilliance and intelligence-he thought again, feeling suddenly very hot.

"Oh no!, Not again!"—he murmured, through clenched teeth.

This sudden heat was another extremely uncomfortable symptom he had been feeling recently. He was starting to fear that he had caught a bad case of a sudden, exotic, and maybe lethal flu. But he had checked his temperature earlier and everything had been all right.

He reached for his phone to call his mother and ask her to pray for him, along with all her church group of course, thinking to himself, -who knows, maybe that deity she adored was not that fictional after when he realized what he had just been thinking, he almost starting weeping in agony. This was bad, bad, bad.

With a deep breath, he tried to relax his body and wipe his mind of every thought. He was very proud of his ability to use Kolinahr, the Vulcan mind technique of mastering one´s feelings. And Kolinahr was not the only Vulcan trait which he had. Even his normal, inferior friends acknowledged his Vulcan hearing, and they respected him for it (or so he liked to think anyway). He was an evolved creature, a man of science and logic. He would get a grip on this.

He started to breathe slowly and deeply, trying to concentrate on the air being moved through his lungs, attempting to become master over the stress inducing sensations he was currently experiencing. After some time, and a lot of concentration, he started to feel himself relax, entering in to a happy state. He felt as if he had melted in to the universe.

He was feeling so serene, so elated, that he though perhaps he would go for a visit to Flat Land. He knew he would enjoy himself there. He began to imagine he was a hexagon, (-his favorite shape of course), - and that he was looking for some nice triangles or squares to talk to, when, quite suddenly, he, Hexagon Sheldon, found himself staring at the most amazing, thrilling, but terrifying, shape that he had ever seen in flat land.

This figure is fascinating, - he thought in awe- It wasn't like any of the other shapes, and it wasn´t completely flat either. Later he would realize that warning bells should have been set off in his mind, but, for now, he was fascinated with the figure. He wasn't sure why he believed this, but he was sure that the shape had something to do with him, and that it was something very good.

He started to make his way around the figure, so that he could appreciate all aspects of it. He thought it looked soft, curvy, and attractive, it was very aesthetically pleasing. As he was musing, however, the surroundings started to change, becoming more three dimensional. Suddenly, he was no longer Hexagon Sheldon, but was Three Dimensional Sheldon again. And then he realized, as he stared open mouthed, that the shape had morphed into a three dimensional silhouette which looked all too familiar.

-Oh, Dear Lord, Oh Dear Looord, if you are there, don´t abandon me now!- he screamed in his mind.

Sheldon was torn between feeling excitement, thrill, and fear (although horror would be more accurate), but his subconscious self was braver, and wanted to keep going. So he started to walk, much like a sleepwalker, with one hand extended, towards the figure who currently had her back towards him, her brown, sleek hair falling to her shoulders.

-Oh, those pale, slightly hunched shoulders!

He felt his body shudder, as he started to see small particles moving around her head, falling softly, cascading towards the soft, white skin of her shoulders.

Then, he realized that something was missing, there was no cardigan on this silhouette. In fact, she wasn´t wearing any clothes at all!. Suddenly he felt as hot as hell, he was burning up. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help but stare at her perfect body, her flawless and, apparently, extremely soft skin, the feminine curves of her rear and legs.

He walked towards her until he almost touched one of her shoulders.

Then, so slowly, the figure turned around and he could see her eyes, those beautiful, bright green eyes. But they were different than he was used to. They were beckoning him, sending him a message older than time. Then she touched him, just the slightest touch with her index and middle finger, and he went white hot. She began caressing the index and middle finger of his extended hand, which, for any normal human, would be viewed as absurd, but for Sheldon, it was the most erotic, exciting thing that had happened to him, because this…was a Vulcan kiss.

Then, the unthinkable happened, he forgot that he was Dr. Sheldon Cooper, he forgot about his two PhD, he forgot about his pursuit of logic and order, he forgot about being a Homo novus, and of course, he forgot about germs and all that other silly, stupid stuff which normally seemed so important. All he knew at that moment, was that he was a man, that he needed to touch this woman, and that she had to be his, his woman, right here, right now. And if he couldn't touch her, he would die, painfuly.

He took a step toward her, and put his hand on her cheek, caressing her face. Then he touched his lips to hers, softly at first. But when she parted her lips, he couldn't help but caress them with his tongue, teasing her, and when she moaned softly, he pulled her by the waist, kissing her long and hard, feeling like he couldn´t get enough of her lips, of her skin. His hands wandered over her body, feeling her curvy softness, for the first time he was touching her like he had always wanted to, even if he had never realized it.

His only idea about physical contact had come from that infernal book.

But, despite what he had thought before, this was not hell. This was heaven. The two of them were now lying in the blank space that was formerly Flat Land. It was comfortable and inviting, and he was on top of her, kissing her urgently. He pulled away to stare at her body, wanting to touch every part of her. His eyes were attracted to her beautiful breasts. Despite his lack of experience, he knew exactly what to do. He slowly bent down to take one of her pink peaks in his mouth, and was pleased to hear her moan and gasp.

But his body was aching, and he knew there was only one way to relieve it: he has to be united to her, in the most intimate way of all. He has to be one with her. Two bodies, one mind, and one soul. As it had been in ancient times, so it was now, and so it would be, always. He felt in every cell of his body that this was inevitable, and he was certain that this would happen in every universe.

He was ready. She was ready. He could feel her heat, her body waiting for him. He started to slip into her, the pleasure was almost painful, yet so wonderful he could barely breath… he felt like he was exploding and he couldn´t help but cry out her name.

Amy!

"Amy!"—He woken up at the sound of his own voice.

He opened his eyes and saw only darkness. His heart was racing as if he had been running in a marathon. He was incredibly hot and sweaty, and was looking everywhere, dark, blue eyes wide, gasping. Feeling as if he may have a heart attack, he tried to control his breathing, lying still on the bed.

Then he remembered the dream. Damn his eidetic memory!. What on earth was all that hockum?. That wasn't a dream, that was a nightmare!. Some flashes from his dream came to his mind, he couldn´t stop himself from shuddering, either from disgust or from pleasure, he didn´t want to know, and still he felt something snaking through his body, like a warm tickling, it was a feeling similar to the one he felt when he had accomplished something at his blackboard, but stronger, he even felt a little dazed.

Slowly, he started to cool down, to think properly again. But then he noticed a wet, sticky feeling between his thighs.

"No"—he murmured, with dismay, —"no, no, no please".

But he knew what it was even before he raised the blanket. Even, still, he let out a groan of utter embarrassment.

-Ugh!- he thought, falling onto his back. - Oh boy. Oh the horror!. He hurried out of his bed, thinking about all the cleaning that needed to be done.

And it was just the beginning

I hope you liked it. I am open to all constructive comments or criticism. I want to thank musickat18 as my wonderful beta, you rock girl!. If you see something wrong, this is my fault for I published it before the second review and before I could chicken out. There is a little more of this I will return soon (that is a menace).