Divide and Conquer - [Surprise Pon Farr] - [Day 5 of NVC]

[cso_spock]

It occurred to Spock that his body may not have been changing for no reason. That, by some surprise, there was some purpose for all of this, and that his erratic sleep schedule and diet were not coincidental or unrelated in any way. The internal demands to organize his new-found home should not have been taken as an independent event, either. Taken

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[Leonard - A Further And Even More Indefinite Time Later]

[cso_spock]

Sore. That’s what his body was telling him. Spock’s mind was still reeling, still rushing from the fight like it always seemed to when Jim was involved. The hunger persisted, screaming for something warm and powerful, the nearest threat and perhaps the great conquest.

Spock had never felt more Vulcan in his life, though he probably wouldn’t recall this in the future.

Out in the hall, on the second floor landing, he shouldered a wall as he fumbled with the communicator, trembling fingers prying open the case. Why? They were both asleep and why did he still burn, a tangible ache in his thoughts-

“Leonard.” He kept the growl from his voice-wouldn’t do to scare the prey from the nest. “Leonard. It is Jim, at my ha-kel.” The perfect lure, so easy to choose. “He needs you. I need you.”

The communicator dropped from his hand to the floor, unworthy of his attention now that he could picture the prize on the horizon. He slunk down the staircase, all quiet footsteps and movements.

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones was at the Medical Institute speaking with some of the Healers when the communication device went off. His eyes widened at the message. There was something not quite 'Spock' about the summons. But all he heard was Jim and that something was wrong and he stood, made his excuses with as much grace as he could muster, and sprinted out the door.

Jim had rented a cycle, no surprise - not that Bones would have ever begrudged him that, whatever made Jim happy... and it gave him full access to the car, which was important, as the lack of oxygen and higher gravity made walking less fun in this hot environment. Bones would never be fond of space, but there was a time each afternoon when the sun was beating down on him that he wished for the cool, even, regulated environmental controls of the EnterpriseDriving the path to Spock's place seemed longer than last time, all sorts of scenarios in his head. Maybe they'd been training again, something gone wrong. Maybe the cycle had flipped

[cso_spock]

Spock did not take the same precautions as he had with Jim. It wouldn't matter, either, even if he could tolerate fabric against his skin. His lip was green and orange. Signs of an unfriendly fight littered his skin, and along with uncombed hair, Spock was breathless and nearly shaking with the adrenaline that refused to settle.

The door couldn't open fast enough. Yet as fast as his heart beat, as much as his mind flailed (twowantthree wantwantwant), his body ready to jump, when he saw Leonard, his muscles stilled completely. Spock hardly drew breath, eyes staring unblinking at Leonard.

Leonard, who was within reach. His hand twitched.

[dctr_mccoy]

There had been a fight. Had someone attacked them, or had they attacked each other? What the fuck had happened?

Bones' agitation kicked up a notch at the look in Spock's eye. Something was fucking wrong, but even now, his thoughts were centered around Jim. Absently Bones touched his med kit, hoping whatever it was wasn't too bad.

"Where is he?"

[cso_spock]

"Upstairs." Spock took a small step back, ducking his head just a little. The slightest crouch, as if to bow, but in reality to leap. Only a feint, designed to provide a vacuum that would suck Leonard into the hallway without need to grab him (because once he grabbed, he would never let go).

His thoughts hummed in satisfaction, even amongst the other things crowding in his mind. Just one more, so close...

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones missed the little signs as he pushed past Spock, walking into the house. He looked at the staircase, and then back at Spock. "What happened to you?"

[cso_spock]

Spock shadowed him, almost oppressively so. His eyes watched Leonard's footsteps, noting the cadence and the weight of them. Waiting, waiting--and then Leonard stopped, had his back to him.

The temptation was too great.

His body pressed up against Leonard's back, arms latching tight and unyielding around his torso and arms. Spock didn't answer his question -- he was beyond answering questions now -- and nosed at Leonard's neck, breathing in his scent like he was starving for it.

[dctr_mccoy]

"What-" Bones tried to turn and found himself immobilized, a hot body behind him. Spock.

"Let go of me," he growled quietly, wriggling as much as he could, which was not much. "Let me go see if he's okay."

[cso_spock]

"Ina." A quiet murmur to his ear. Spock steered Leonard's body away from the staircase, away from where Leonard might turn into a threat, a challenger. His strength came out in full with no restraint for manners or conservation. Leonard could have been an abnormally sized ragdoll for all it took to begin to drag him back down the hall.

[dctr_mccoy]

This shit wasn't funny anymore. "Get. Off." But he couldn't get out, and now fuck, he was being pulled like some sack of rocks. One restrained arm tried in vain to reach for the wall, a rail, anything he could get to grasp but no connection was made, nothing he could use to stop him.

Finally, his foot caught on a corner and he managed to stop the forward progress, but freed himself just enough to turn around and look into Spock's face. Never had he seen eyes that wild - not that day on the bridge when he was attacking Jim. Not when he asked Bones to push him past his limits. He looked like an animal, feral and wild.

Now he was really scared. "What's wrong with you?!"

[cso_spock]

The corner of the hallway from, the junction between the living room, the kitchen, and the opening hall was not the most advantageous environment for either of them. However, there was enough surface area to pin Leonard back on. Enough so he could use his body to anchor him and his hands could fix at Leonard's wrists. Stillstrong, his mind told murmured, amongst a haze of adrenaline and other blinding hormones. Canstillhaveyou, Leonard, WILLhaveyou...

[dctr_mccoy]

"No."

He said it aloud, he screamed it in his/their head as he stared back at the stranger pinning him down. Something was terribly wrong with Spock, maybe he'd hit his head, maybe some creature had attacked him, maybe-

Oh fuck.

Like a shock of cold water it hit him, all at the same time. The sleepiness, the cravings, the little symptoms that Spock had been complaining about, that he could see evidenced now. Pon farr Fuck, he'd even considered and dismissed the idea as 'not possible'. Well, it looked fucking possible now.

But even then, this was wrong. Spock didn't want him like that, didn't want him for this. Nyota, yes, she was the one he belonged with, Jim even, Spock and Jim had that thing between them that Bones didn't like to think about-

Jim. Where was Jim? Jim's bike was outside, Jim was around here somewhere... Spock was injured. "Where's Jim?" he screamed, trying even harder to get away now, unable to get his hands out of Spock's grip. His legs were slipping as they scrambled to get away from Spock's body, pushing

[cso_spock]

Leonard was putting up resistance, too. Again, though nothing new and weaker. After he had fought so much he would have to fight again. "Irrelevant, Leonard," He hissed, quietly, and he manhandled Leonard into the kitchen, throwing his balance from one side to the other, practically throwing him into the room of white tile and black granite. There were more surfaces here.

Spock closed the distance between them again with silent steps.

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones was getting fucking tired of being thrown around like he was nothing, but at least now he was out of his grip. Kitchen too, lots of things here he might use. Not as physically strong as the others, but he wasn't a dummy and knew there were things here he could use to at least keep Spock at bay until he could find Jim, get them the fuck out of here.

"Think about what you're doing. This isn't right, Spock." Scrambing behind the island, his eyes darted around, looking for something, anything, keeping as far away from the Vulcan as he could. Maybe get him talking. Get him to see what he was doing. "You're hurt. I can help you."

[cso_spock]

Talking would be great if he had the capacity to hold onto reason and honest communication. Yet by this time his mind was focused to one singular purpose: assembling his mates. Yet he shouldn't have been this deep into his fever with this goal. It made the situation dangerous, as evidenced by his bruises, Jim's bruises, Leonard's bruises.

"Leonard." He said his name again, facing him from the other side of the island. "You are my mate." The growl was there in the undercurrents of his voice again. The requirements of such a title were self-evident.

[dctr_mccoy]

"No, Spock, I'm your friend. Jim's your friend, Nyota, she-" he was watching himself get cornered. Fuck. She's your mate. You want her."

Another thought in his head. "Where is she? She's not hurt?" he asked. Fuck, this was getting worse by the moment.