Burning Yearnings

Posted on Fri Sep 4th, 2015 @ 11:16am by Commander Sinek & Lieutenant Commander Ethan Chaparral MD

Mission: Where Angels Fear to Tread
Location: Sick Bay
Timeline: ~

The headaches were intermittent and dull when they had first begun. Now, almost a week later, it seemed to be one continuous pain. The pressure seemed like a huge Nausicaan squeezing his head until it was going to explode. Added to that, Sinek felt hot. Usually, Sinek found the air aboard the Hera to be on the cool side. However now, as he peered into a mirror, Sinek noticed sweat trickling down the side of his face from his temple.

The pain was unbearable. Holding his head, Sinek uncharacteristically hurried to sick bay. Entering the swishing double doors to the infirmary, he spotted Doctor Chaparral. He hurried over to him, grabbed him by the collar of his scrubs and, with all his Vulcan strength lifted the doctor off the floor, pinning him against the wall.

"I need something now for pain," the Vulcan screamed into the doctor's face. His hair was now soaked; streams of sweat rolled down his face.


Ethan had been relaxing after a hard day and looking forward to going back to his cabin and having Dylan fix something for a change. Not that Dylan didn't cook and didn't cook pretty well, its just something that Ethan usually enjoyed doing. But it would be a nice change of pace. He'd been about to send a message to Dylan's PAaD when Sinek burst into his office.

To say that he was surprised and in shock by the Vulcan's actions would have been an understatement of historical proportions. Sinek's actions were so abrupt and so fierce that the breath was knocked from his body and it took him several minutes before he had recovered sufficiently to start breathing again.

He coughed and sputtered at first. "Si.. Sinek, yo... you're choking me, I...I ca...can see you're hurting, bu..but you have to put me down first."
~I sure as hell hope this isn't Pon Farr,~he thought to himself.

A look of confusion overcame the Vulcan's face, as if he didn't understand the doctor. He paused to think it over. As he did his face showed more calm as logic began to take over. Sinek slowly lowered Doctor Chaparral to the floor and released him.

Sinek shook his head, clearing cobwebs that had formed in his mind. "I am sorry, Doctor." He raised his hand to his head and winced. "The pain is unbearable; I'm beginning to lose control."

Now able to breath again, Ethan's professional nature took over. "Take a seat on the biobed there,and tell me what's going on. When did this start?" As he talked Ethan took a tricorder and began to scan the Vulcan.

Sinek pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to focus his thoughts. "They started about a week ago. At that time, I was able to dismiss them. Now," Sinek winced again, "I am not able to control them." His voice began to escalate with anger, "My logic is being overcome."

"Okay," Ethan said, "I'm going to give you something to ease the pain, and help get things under control Then we can get to the bottom of this."

Sinek eyed the hypospray with suspicion. He looked at the doctor and suddenly grabbed the wrist of the hand that held the medical tool.

Ethan bit down on his lip, so he wouldn't grimace in pain,wishing Sinek had grabbed his prosthetic arm instead of his natural one. "Commander," he said evenly but as firmly as he could, "I am not trying to harm you. Remember the memories we shared in our mind meld?" Ethan looked him in the eyes as he spoke. "Please let go of my hand. I know what your problem is."

"I have a problem?" came Sinek's heightened reply.

It was then Sinek looked and saw the same eyes he looked into during the meld. Memories of the fear he felt temporarily paralyzed his actions. He released the wrist and began to back away. The primal instinct of fright, flight or freeze began to overcome him.

Ethan put the hypospray carefully down on the biobed. Then slowly he held up both hands. "It's Pon Farr, you need to try to fight it. But don't fight me and don't run away. I can help."

Sinek focused his mind. It hadn't been a full seven years since his last Pon Farr. What the doctor was saying wasn't computing.

"It cannot be; it is six months too soon." Suddenly Sinek had a concerned look. He wondered what Angel would think if she saw him in his full fledged Pon Farr, emotion and desires running wild.

"Well, I'm not sure what caused this premature onset, but the facts are pretty clear. I can give you something to ease the pain, help you think more clearly, but there's not much else I can do. Medically speaking, you need to get laid."

"I admit, the symptoms are the same," Sinek confessed.

How would Angel react to this? He had shared more of himself with her than he had with anyone else, even to allow her to know his emotions concerning their relationship. Would she accept this side of him - the primitive animalistic desires that would come along with Pon Farr.

Almost immediately the thought turned memories of the scent of her hair and the curves of her body. Sinek stolid face suddenly had a grin - his body a yearning. Could he allow himself to put Angel through this? Sinek fought the urge and regained control.

Slowly he said, "I must go to my quarters to meditate. Perhaps I can get through it."

His intentions were good, but he wasn't sure if he could overcome. He had been through six of these; each one seemed stronger. Sinek knew he could actually die.

Ethan looked at him with a skeptical eye, "Maybe, but maybe not," he said, "look Sinek, you helped me before, You kept me from going crazy. So I owe you one. I'm here for you and feel free to use me anytime." He paused realizing his words could be taken out of context-though he doubted the Vulcan would actually think along those lines, "I mean use me as a sounding board, or you know, whatever. I mean we have done a mindmeld, maybe doing another one with me would help."

"Thank you, Doctor," came Sinek's response. "However, I will retire to my quarters to meditate."

It was hard for the Vulcan to admit he needed help. Emotions or no, the Vulcans were a proud race. They were made a practice not to involve others in private matters.

Ethan watched as Sinek turned to go. "You call me if you need me, I am your friend you know."

Sinek turned as he walked out. His face acknowledged what the Doctor said as truth. He nodded in affirmation, then headed for his quarters.


A joint post by


Lt. Commander Sinek
CSO; Second Officer

& Lt. Commander Ethan Chaparral
CMO