AN: Will saying sorry stop you all from attempting to hang me? Because if so...sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry! sorry! I'M SOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRY!

My computer crashed, taking all of my documents with it. I literally lost EVERYTHING. So ive been downloading all of my fanfiction and sorting them into folders so i can keep up. Fortunatly I thought ahead with this chapter and emailed the first half to myself. So this is a rushed chapter that I shall repair at some point.

His mind was a blissful cocoon.

A scent and sensation so sweet it was almost edible swam along his senses. Igniting his body in such ways, had he been fully in control of his thoughts, he would have been alarmed and considered he had contracted a fatal disease.

Except all he could think of was her.

He could taste her, a husky mixture of honey and sunlight. He could smell her, floral and soft. He could feel the rush of blood moving though her veins. Its pressure surging through him from the delicate sensors on the pad of his thumb.

His body reacted to her. Eyes darkening with expectation and want. His length hardening as his own blood flew through his body, the material of his uniform adding a torturous pleasure to the crescendo of this madness by restricting him.

Since the moment of his birth, over two centuries before, Spock had never considered himself to be feral. He took pride in his ability to compose himself. He was born both as a Vulcan and a Human, each race possibly more savage than the other.

A Vulcan controlled his uncultivated urges, whilst a human embraced them. Yet a human could control themselves, through mental and physical training, against the seductive allure of blood-lust and sex. A Vulcan was only capable of doing so until the moment their sanity strained and they entered the Pon-Farr.

Before this moment, Spock had never felt the need to or given into the temptation of intercourse. To the mental abandonment that came with copulation. Whilst he had been presented with offers that would lead to such moments since his arrival on Earth, no being had tempted him. His sexual urges had been removed from his consciousness through meditation.

The temptress before him whimpered, the sound emerging as soft gasp that promised more. For told of screams laced with abandonment, mewls of satisfaction and pride.

And in that joyously short moment, certain death inevitable as their beaten shuttle fell from the sky at the speed of a low velocity bullet, Spock lost all reason and logic. His mind clouding as a pure primal need overtook him.

He would take her. Lay her body upon the delicate sensors that adorned the control panel, tear her clothing from her willing body and ravage her with his thirst until she was bruised and sated. Her mate claiming her as his own with the mark of possession that came only with a male buried deeply inside his females body.

The two males that were with them...he would kill them. Their blood would be shed for him to assert his dominance as the alpha male...claiming what was his.

His senses felt abused. Smell, touch, taste, they tore and bellowed at him. Demanding he do what needed to be done. The air yowled around his ears. The noise mixing with the heat and light that mistreated his eyes. The turbulence surrounding him reached its zenith with shrieks of tearing metal and snapping fire...until everything was abruptly cut short and his consciousness was brought back to him with the sudden and forceful jerk that could only be their shuttle halting in mid-air.

With a strongly worded curse in Vulcan flying from his lips, Spock jerked his hand away from Uhura's skin as though she had burnt him. His eyes wide with confusion and unevenness as he tried to bring himself back to their situation.

"Spock!"

The shout was so sudden Spock jumped. It took him a moment to analyse where the voice had been spoken from. And another to realise he recognised the speaker.

Commander Pike...

Still attempting to regain his equilibrium, he involuntarily reached out to pick up the coms-link headset, and instantly flung himself backwards as the sleeve of his uniform brush against the tip of Uhura's firm breast. That briefest touch threatening to unseat him once more.

She sat as he had left her. Her body slightly turned, her wrist outstretched as if their contact was still there. Her lips were parted, the tip of her tongue resting on the fullness of the bottom as if she were preparing to wet them. Her eyes were wide, darkened to the deepest of mahogany browns. Whilst a few delicious seconds ago they had been gazing at him with something akin to wantonness, now they looked at him with a a deep chaotic hurt that pierced him.

"Spock! Respond!"

As the sudden halt in their decent had alerted him, Pike's voice had the same reorientating effect on Uhura. She jumped, spinning away from Spock and reached for the headset herself. Her hand shook as she fastened it to her ear. Taking in a steadying breath, she tried to respond.

"Y-yes" The word emerged as a soft gasping sigh, causing a deep muted growl to rumble through Spock's throat in response. Uhura jerked again, her eyes flashing towards him with uncertainty and another wave of hurt.

"Uhura! Oh thank the gods! Are you alright? Is anybody hurt?!" Pike's disembodied voice asked desperately. Uhura shuddered, her eyes closing as her free hand clenched into a fist over her skirt.

"W-we're okay Commander. I...I'm not sure about one of our passengers though. He's unconscious..."

From the other end of the com-link, Pike swore.

"Alright. Just try not to move! We have you locked in a tracking beam. As soon as it's safe I'll beam everybody on board our shuttle. Where's Commander Spock?"

"He's here sir" Uhura replied. Taking the headset carefully out of her ear, she passed the device to Spock, holding it carefully between her fingers as if she was afraid of making any more contact with him. Fastening the device in his ear, Spock purposefully ignored her, refusing to cringe as she wrapped her arms around herself and seemed to deflate into her seat.

"Commander" Spock greeted, identifying himself.

"Are your shields working?" Pike asked without premise. The question cleared the last of the haze from Spock's mind, forcing him to remember where he was, and the events that had caused him to be there. Taking a small steadying breath, he replied.

"Negative. I had to disengage the shuttles main and backup auxiliaries in order to avoid fatal damage" Another softly uttered curse drifted across radio frequencies.

"I'm not going to even asked how you managed that. Look...Joss is still out here somewhere. I can't tell you where as that damn ship of his has a cloaking device by the likes of nothing I've ever seen before. He fled like a pup with it's tail between it's leg when we sent a warning shot over him"

"Commander...are you referring to Admiral Joss?" Spock questioned with some alarm. Pike let out a dull chuckle.

"Lieutenant-Commander Joss. He's been demoted. As of two hours ago, you are now the new head of the Xenobotanical Department. He is your second in command. Well he would have been if he hadn't decided to commit treason and attempt to start an all out war against Rhozaria"

The smallest wave of alarm washed through him, and from the corner of his eye – he noted Uhura's eyes widen in shock, her arms looser around her body as she listened to their conversation carefully.

"Admiral Joss is the one who tried to kill us?" She questioned quietly, the smallest hint of betrayal in her voice. Whilst she had harboured a very unprofessional dislike of Admiral Joss since the tribunal incident, she had always respected him – if only in the way a junior officer respected one of higher command. She had always considered Joss to be a man who was happily seated. He had done a lot to earn his rank as Admiral. But to something like this...what on earth had happened at Star Fleet whilst she had been away?

Breaking into her musings, Hadehi let out a deep long groan, the sound laced with pain and confusion. Uhura nearly sprained her neck whipping her head around to see her friend. Due to the position of the shuttle and the lack of gravity, Hadehi's body was laying heavily upon the straps of his safety harness, his entire weigh pushing him into the restraints. His limbs hung towards Uhura's seat, legs and arms limp. He seemed to be trying to raise his head, eyes closed tightly as he slowly regained consciousness.

"Hadehi! Don't move!" Uhura ordered, twisting her body around and using her arms to keep herself elevated enough to see the injured man as much as her own harness would allow. Her answer was another long groan, his breath emerging with a low rattle that had alarm bells ringing in Uhura's head.

"Can't...b...brea...the..." Hadehi groaned, his hands flopped upwards, attempting to grip the thick strips cutting into his collarbones.

"Don't! Hadehi je si hoja! Just don't move!" Uhura ordered, trying to dwell the panic lacing her voice. Hadehi flailed, his legs twitching as his fingers flexed. Features drawn and taut as he struggled to lift his arms, trying to reach the manual release for his harness. The press button was fastened in a rather odd position on the back on the chair. To manually release the harness, a person would have to twist their arms into a rather uncomfortable position to reach behind them. Not an easy feat in any type of situation that would require a emergency evacuation. A raw, fleshy sounding gasp tore from Hadehi's throat, accompanied by another flailing twitch.

"He...heavy...to...heavy!" He wheezed, his right hand itching slowly behind him.

"Hadehi, no! Hakuna! Damn it! Stay still!"

He was to far gone to listen to her. His only thoughts to remove the horrific pressure against his chest. Uhura had no way of know how severe his injuries were. It was possible he had received substantial damage to his ribs. There was no way of knowing how much shrapnel had hit him when the first missile had hit. For all she knew, he could have been impaled and was know bleeding internally. Her friend was in agonising pain, possibly dying right in front of her eyes.

Knowing what she had to do, and knowing it would both hurt and she would have to face serious repercussions for it, Uhura took a deep breath, and slapped the palm of her hand against the small button which acted as her own emergency release.

She heard a brief startled intake of breath from beside her, before her lower spine impacted with the hard control panel. Her rear end just missing taking the brunt of the blow. As expected, pain ricochetted through her body with an audible wince.

"Uhura!" Spock's surprised shout was ignored as Uhura forced herself forwards. Using her chair as a ladder, her hands gripping the headrest as she braced her feet against the abused glass on the main window, and jumped. Climbing nimbly up the vertical shuttle until she stood upright on the back of her own seat, Hadehi's head hanging limply near her chest.

Ignoring the spasming ache rushing through her spine, Uhura flipped herself around until her back was to her crew mate, before letting herself fall backwards. Her back landed softly against Hadehi's chest, his head handing over shoulder. Taking a steadying breath, she braced her feet on the very top of the headrest and pushed, taking all of Hadehi's weight as she physically pushed him back against his chair, relieving the pressure of the safety harness and hopefully elevating whatever pressure he was feeling against his lungs. She was too short to take all of the pressure from him, but judging from the relieved breath that she could feel against her back, it was enough.

"Commander Pike, how soon will you be able to beam us aboard your shuttle? Our situation is becoming rather dire" Spock spoke. Concentrating on keeping her weight balanced, Uhura did not acknowledge him. Mentally counting the seconds in between each of Hadehi's laboured breaths. She could feel a strange dampness against her back. A perplexing cold liquid that instantly stuck the material of her uniform to her skin. Moving carefully, Uhura twisted one of her hands behind her, running her fingertips through the wetness and bringing them back up to her eye level.

Blood...

A wave of panic shot through her, her legs visibly shaking. Not with strain, but with shock. Her earlier assessment had been correct. Hadehi was hurt, badly. Her face taut with worry, Uhura lifted her gaze towards Spock, blinking when her eyes instantly connected with his. He had also disengaged his harness, and now stood balanced on the edge of the vertical control panel. Perched as if ready leap forwards and catch both her and Hadehi if her legs gave out. Well, that was not going to happen. There was no way she could, or would move from this spot until Hadehi was beamed to safety. For all she knew, she could be the only thing stopping him from bleeding to death.

"Commander...he's bleeding. Badly. He needs to be moved. Now" She gasped, her teeth clenched in effort. Spock said nothing, his eyes moving over what was visible of Hadehi's body, trying to find where the worst of the damage was.

"Just try and stay still Spock! We're having to much damn difficulty getting a lock on you. There's some sort of static interference stopping us from-"

"Commander!" Spock's sharp voice interrupted whatever was about to be said.

"Are you able to get a lock on the tricorder signal within my badge?" He asked. There was a short moment of distant muffled conversation before Pike spoke again, his tone hesitant.

"One of my crew says it may be possible but-"

"Prepare to lock onto the signal and beam two individuals aboard your shuttle. One requires immediate medical attention" Spock interrupted once more. As he spoke, he pushed himself upwards, balancing his weight on the now ruined control panel. Sparing a quick glance towards Nabu -who was conscious but appeared to be in a very deep state of shock- Spock unhooked his badge and without much preamble, took a hold of Uhura's skirt and fastened the badge securely against a fold in the material.

This done, he stepped upwards, using the backs of the pilot and navigator seats as leverage, and pressed his hands against Hadehi's shoulders. Gently but firmly pushing the injured man backwards until his back rested softly against his own padded seat. Uhura let out a loud whoosh of relief as Hadehi's weight became more manageable. Wincing at the pain that screamed through her back as she straightened herself, she lifted her head, eyes suddenly level with a grey commanders uniform.

A sudden wave of fresh wetness spilled down her back and Uhura yelped. Spinning around so quickly she lost her footing and went tipping directly into Spock's midsection. Without giving herself time to regain her equilibrium (or acknowledge the sudden stillness of Spock's body) Uhura twisted until she could throw herself forwards, winding her arms around Hadehi's middle and squeezing as tightly as she could. Her chest and shoulders pressing against his stomach, acting as a tourniquet against any wounds. This left her knees half dangling between Hadehi's legs, all of her weight balanced on the tips of her feet. Uhura gritted her teeth, stubbornly ignoring the wave of pain that arched through her spine

From this new angle, she could not see Spock, yet she felt him step a little closer, the material of his trousers brushing against her blood soaked back. He pushed a little harder against Hadehi's shoulders, eliciting a deep pain filled groan from the young man as he was forced to stay conscious.

"Alright! We've got a lock on your signal Spock. Stay as close to the injured person as possible, as this may get a little bumpy. Energising in 3...2...1"