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Your cabin was not any more special than others on the lower decks. Two beds, desks, a replicator, the works -as well as a few personal effects from home. Once you got promoted, and thus your own cabin, your beloved pet will be joining you as well.

"Hi!"

The unique feature you were awarded? Your roommate: Ted "Theodore" Logan. Your best friend since the academy. Well, since childhood.

The door opened with a soft whoosh, and Ted was there laying on his bunk, all six-and-a-half feet. He sat up with a great yawn, stretching those gangling limbs of his. His red uniform was rumpled and messy, belt missing, fly undone, and his hair was sticking up three ways from Sunday. If he was any more entangled, those pointy ears would be folded over like a dog.

"Hey, Ted." You gave a half-smile, falling toward your bed. "It's been a long damn shift, and we've just identified a weird thing in the middle of nowhere. Gird your loins."

He frowned, arrow-straight eyebrows pushing together. "Oh, that's bogus. Sorry, babe."

"Yeah, thanks." You moved behind the divider, a solid wedge between your side and his, and changed into your nightclothes. "How my heart yearns for the crystal shores of Risa! Until then, I'll settle for Holodeck four.

"Oh yeah? How are the holodecks? I've never been in one yet."

"Oh, they're amazing! Anything you want, any place you want to be," You snapped your fingers, "like that!"

Ted grinned and laughed in amusement. So strange it was, seeing a Vulcan smile. Yet, he was so joyful and energetic, your spine straightened and you laughed with him. "I have to try it sometime," he said. "We should try it sometime."

"Totally, man." You crashed on your bed. "Oh, yes! Thank you..." But something itched at your mind, like you'd forgotten something. "Do you have a shift coming up?" Maybe that was it. But just in case, you searched your uniform. Lo and behold, your badge was missing. Commander la Forge did say something about it being missing. You were left off with a warning, but you would be reprimanded if it kept happening.

"What?" He went over the food synthesizer, "Computer. French fries and an orange soda."

"Real healthy breakfast there, Socrates." You teased, ducking down below your desk.

"So? I want a taste of home! Sue me!" He snapped. "Computer, turn lights down 75%."

Okay, what was that? You shook your head, going back to your search. "Ugh, I can't see anything. Computer, turn on the lights."

The light brightened.

"Augh, Please, I'm eating. Computer, turn down the lights."

The lights turned down to the same darkness as before.

"Ted, I seriously need to find my badge. Just one minute, please."

A flash in his eyes. In the dim cabin, the whites of his eyes shined with great unease, even fear. Then...anger. White hot rage - hot as the Vulcan suns. His lips tightened. In a fraction of a second, he hurled his plate of fries towards you. You curled further into your bed, and they flew into the wall overhead. The plate smashed into pieces and fries went all across the floor beside you.

"Damn it! The lights are blinding me, woman! If you want peace and quiet, go to Ten Forward!" Ted roared. His face had a raging green tint. You froze. His fists curled around the edge of his bed. The metal beneath his fingers groaned and bent to his strength like clay. He grabbed your arm and dragged you up. "Leave me alone!"

You scrambled out of bed, tripping over yourself and nearly bumping into the automatic door as you got the hell in the hallway.

"Ted! What the hell!" The doors to your bunk closed behind you. A few sparse crew members passed you, looking on for a moment but going about their day.

=

You rubbed your eyes, waiting for the time to be on the dot before stepping in front of the automatic doors, which chirped and open.

"Come in." The voice of Counselor Troi greeted. Her office was warm and fitted with curved muted purple furniture and dim lighting. Ugh, finally, something comfortable to sit on. You gave a weak smile, just barely trying to stay awake as you sat down on the couch. There she was, on a funky chair like sitting in a flower petal. She had dark Betazoid eyes that made her look like a specter in a mauve jumpsuit, which never made sense that she got a different uniform, but who were you to question.

"Hello, Counselor." The couch was heaven! How it felt stiff but very soft escaped you, but no matter. "I, uh...I'm glad you could see me."

"What seems to be the issue, Ensign?" She frowned slightly as she focused on you. "Besides your lack of sleep."

"Well," You sighed, "My roommate is being...difficult." A pressure like a gentle hand on a rippling wave, became present in your mind. It was like a soft hug around your brain. Surely, she was feeling the sharp, cold pangs of anxiety just at the thought trying to return to your room.

Counselor Troi frowned. "Have you tried to resolve things amicably? Do you think this is cause for a cabin reassignment?"

You shook your head. "No, no... I... I don't think this is a..." Your hands clenched above your head. "I don't even know! I just wanted to sleep the other day, after my shift, but then he argues with me about the lights - which he's never done! He wants them low, I wanted them on, and then he throws his food at me and I get kicked out! Ted! I've never seen him so angry at anything!" A heavy riptide had swallowed you, spat you out just fast. that probing came again, and you felt your palms slick and hot like you'd touch a hot stove. You wiped your hands on your uniform, hiding the blood and sweat on your black pants.

She nodded solemnly, "Okay, I understand." Troi gently bit her thumb and leaned forward, thinking. "Let's take some deep breaths and take it slowly. Your roommate...he is Vulcan, correct? Ensign Logan?'

"Yes, he's Vulcan. Though, he laughs so much I forget he's anything but Ted" You smiled to yourself, looking down at your hands. "Why?"

She pursed her lips, "He might be going through a very...sensitive time for a Vulcan. So sensitive, not even they talk about it between each other. It happens every few years, I think. You can find out more from Dr. Crusher if you'd like."

"Okay..."

"I'd say give him some space for a while. Do you know if he someone special to him aboard? Do you know if he's in a relationship of some kind? Someone close to him on board?"

You thought. No, you would remember if he told you. He told you everything, and what he didn't need to you already knew. Even when you first met as children, you two were practically symbiotic. In fact, when some girl broke his heart once at the Academy, even though you didn't hear it yourself, you could have killed that bitch for the pain and anguish she caused him.

"No, nobody. Me, yes. But no girlfriend or "mate"."

Troi looked at you, and again, that gentle, probing pressure was there. "I think, in this circumstance, you are going to mean much more than a friend to him. He needs your support right now, more than anything else."

"Oh. Okay, then. Thank you, counselor." You frowned as you exited, and all of a sudden, that feeling came again - that short-fuse anger, but, on top of your own, there was also fear.

=

He flinched as the hypospray injected him with something cold. "There, this is a fever-reducer. It should help reduce pain, even just a little."

"Thanks. I don't know what's wrong with me, Doctor." Ted seethed through his teeth as Dr. Crusher put the hypospray away. Why did she have to sound so goddamn level-headed and calm when he's going to explode in his skin?1 "I'm a damn hair trigger. I threw a plate of food; I grabbed her and threw her out like she was a bag of garbage!" He whined. His nails dug further into the bed, tearing into it. Fuck this. He was going to kill the nearest person if he kept on being poked with this and that medical instrument.

She looked at him, almost pityingly. "You really don't know. Do you? A Vulcan of your age?"

"Clearly not! What the hell is wrong with me!?" Dr. Crusher closed her eyes, as if steeling herself against his outburst. The fever began to lessen, if only a smidgen more bearable. "Why am I like this all of sudden?"

Dr. Crusher put her data pad at her side. "Ted, you've had to have experienced these symptoms before. Aggressiveness, increased body temperature, deadly hormonal imbalance. I'm surprised you're even alive right now."

"Yeah, but so does everyone when they're going through puberty. Don't they!?"

"Not at the level of Vulcans. At this level, a human would be boiling in their skin. Did your father seriously never talk to you about this? Your mother? These times means life or death, how have you managed all of these years without a mate or medical intervention?

Ted shrugged stiffly. "I don't know. I've always had my best friend. I've never been alone, not really." He growled, "Damn it! Why didn't the son of a bitch tell me!?"

"For what it's worth, Vulcans are typically bonded with their mate at a young age, and then eventually they get married and consummate. Every seven years, you must return home, to Vulcan, or to your mate. At this age, you're on your third heat, but you don't necessarily have to mate in order to get it over with. Is your friend here on the ship? Someone you trust to help you?"

He didn't need to think long at all.

It was you. It was always you. You were always there for him during these times, and somehow he knew without a doubt you always would be.

So, he did only logical thing.

=

After your very enlightening appointment in sick bay, learning the ins and outs of a part of Vulcan society you hadn't known before - more information that you could have lived without, honestly - but now you actually knew what Ted was going through from the medical side. Even before you entered, hot, boiling rage was beside slight satisfaction, then it faded.

You weren't scheduled today, not until 2000 hours, and you were dead tired. Shift after shift, and staying in another friend's cabin just to rest. That Risa holodeck program was calling your name. First, though, you had to go and confront Ted. Confront? Or comfort? What would you even say? "Hi, Ted, I know you're in a heat that could literally kill you if you don't go home and mate; I'm willing to help how I can? Were you willing to do whatever it took to make him feel better?

Yes. God, yes.

You go to your cabin, but he wasn't there. Ted definitely wasn't at work, not in this condition.

"Computer, locate Ensign Theodore Logan."

=

The doors to Holodeck four opened with a soft whoosh. Yet, instead of the ambient noises of distant jamahoran and gentle music by the poolside, there was hot scalding wind and Black Sabbath's "Sabbath Bloody Sabbath" blasting in your ears from somewhere in the room. The room was a large, luxurious bed, with what seemed to be several layers of velvet sheets and plush satin comforters, a food replicator a few steps away, surrounded by walls of glass, showing off the majesty of the coral-red, sprawling mountain ranges of the Vulcan desert. It was gorgeous - absolutely breathtaking! But where was Ted? he was here, you were sure of it.

"Ted?" You called out, stepping carefully into the room. Your shoes echoed off of the pristine, blood red floors, "Ted, I...I know what's wrong with you. I can help any way you need."

Ted appeared from behind you, that hot wind from earlier now more powerful than ever - a blinding fever of hormones you never thought possible! He wasn't wearing his uniform, and your head was level his breast area, maybe his collarbone if you got on your tippy-toes. He had a light dusting of dark curls, trailing from his collarbone to his navel. The air in the room was sucked out. In an instant, your heart was beating at warp 10. All that mattered was Ted. Oh, Ted! Sweet, kindly Ted...

He approached you, careful and strained -like a spring ready to unlock - and reached out, holding your head in his hands before he built up the will to speak.

"Please...I need you." He growled lowly. "It won't...stop! It won't stop unless I..."

"I know." You whispered. You tilted your head slightly, holding the back of his, carding through the soft, feathery locks - like silk between your fingers. He leaned in, touching your forehead with his.

"I know..."

You bought your free hand over his. His breath hitched as you traced the tendons straining under his boiling skin. He let go of your chin like it was an open flame, and you took the opportunity to hold his hand and clasp it tightly.

I'm here, Ted. I need you; I need you so much. I know. I don't know how to do this; I'm scared. You're okay.

Parted from me and never parted

Parted from me and never parted.

You're seven, playing on the monkey bars of your elementary school, definitely hogging them because you're the only one not very scared to fall 3 or four feet. Just bend your knees and you're good. There's a Vulcan kid all by himself, his usual friend is gone. He was always very odd, but friendly enough - if a little scared of the bars, so you teach him how to properly bend his knees so falling hurts less.You introduced yourselves, and played with them again the next day, meeting Bill, and joining their troupe of weird for good.

Never and always touching and touched… always, touching and touched

You're fifteen, and your dad was never an easy person to get along with. That's why your mother left, and you don't blame her a bit. He was simply an inherently irrational and illogical person. Nothing and nobody was going to change that. So, you took the punches and made sure to be extra quiet as you sneaked out through your bedroom to hang out with Bill. You're supposed to be grounded, but every day with him was a punishment itself, so why not let yourself have another jam session with Wyld Stallyns? It's going to be the first Vulcan-Human band this side of the Gamma Quadrant! Every second counted! She called out your name from the front yard and ran up to help you out, pulling your arms and barely clearing your hands. Besides offering to babysit the tech and lug it around old-fashioned-like, it just feels right to have her around and be close to her.

Parted from me and never parted…never parted..

"Ted…" You whispered. He whispered. You. Both of you. Two hearts in-sync.

You needed her. You wanted her so bad. You needed to have her. You will have her if she wants it or not. It had to end.

You needed him. Need him. Need to help him! Love Ted so much…Save him!

Never and always touching and touched

Parted from me and never parted

He grabbed your head, gripping it carefully yet firmly, like it was a large fruit he could crush very. Your lips crashed together. He hiked you up to eye-level and you wrapped your legs around his hips. How strong he was! Lean and thin, but no weakling! His lips were so warm! As one of you slipped your tongue in the other's mouth, his growling grew deeper.

He was going to eat you alive.

Suddenly, you two crashed onto the bed and sunk into the rich velvet and satin sheets. Ted tore at your uniform, the strong cotton and wool coming off like papier mache between his hands.

The air was just as hot and stuffy without your clothes and seemed to get even hotter as he stripped himself as well; as quickly as he could while grinding your pelvis to dust with his aching erection.

Focus on now, nothing else. Nothing else matters but you.

Your self-preservative instincts made you grip his shoulders, a feeble attempt at barring him. All at once you felt your muscle relax, your brain disconnecting from its stem and floating in its juices. Just like Everything is fine. It feels so good…Just relax for me. You released his shoulder, your hands drifting down his bare back to push him down harder. His pants were extremely tight, so tight you could feel his dick at full-mast, angry and tinted a mottled green, leaking pre-cum like a 7-inch broken faucet. Which then had to fit in your swollen but lubricated canal of flesh and tissue. Oh, he was ready.

Ted, Ted..Teddy…Oh, Teddy!

A scream of pain bellowed as he penetrated your heat, this time definitely from you. Hot, rod-like muscle into an equally-hot and throbbing, constricting passage that squeezed upon entry. Even under his hypnosis, it was deeply painful, like a phaser had been shot between your legs. Tight, straining the walls of your cunt as he pushed himself in; you knew for a fact it wasn't much better on his end. The hormones still raged on. Ted growled and lowered himself, his arms on either side of you, trapping you in. Deep, brown eyes, warm as soil and the California forests drenched in sunlight, the best part of home, stared back you still. Now, they were darker, feral with lust and a primal need for release, one that only could be satisfied in blood.

All the while, a quiet, ghostly trickle of fear nudged your brain through the haze, though it wasn't yours. Ted nuzzled into your neck, groaning and wincing as he felt your lining squeezing You shifted, he shifted, each of your bodies getting used to this new sensation of filling and being filled respectively. The two of you were panting like you'd been running non-stop at the academy again for the physical fitness assessment, for that damn pacer test.

The muscles in your lower abdomen settled, and you finally got used to the welcome intrusion. He took the cue and pulled out a little bit before slamming forward again. And again, and again - hitting that delicious spot on your clitoris that made your nerves sing as the skin at the base of his cock brushed and rubbed against it with every thrust. The breathing, the moans fresh from the lowest region of your cores, not a single coherent thought could be born in your head. He sped up then. The bed shook with force. Moans grew louder, kisses hard and hungry. Your toes curled until a couple of knuckles popped, his teeth digging into your neck. Was that blood or just his spit? Was it just arousal fluid down there? It felt so good..so good…

"Ted! Ted! Oh!" He bit down on your shoulder, piercing the skin. Your back arched as you moaned, but he held you down. Your hands flew to his hair, tugging and pulling for purchase. "O-oh! Ted…Oh, Fuck!"

He whispered something next to your ear. The soundwaves were shaky and faint. But they were there. "Uck-uhm....Gon...gonna...Oh!"

Hot, fresh seed released inside of you, flooding your lower abdomen. Felt like warm, watered-down syrup being shot up inside of you.

"Fuck! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Both of you cursed as Ted thrust his pelvis a few more times. He let out one last with a grunt of effort your cunt milking it for all it was worth as it greedily trapped him inside.

Once he was thoroughly emptied and utterly spent, he collapsed, clinging to you as the sweat on your bodies stuck you together. It was several minutes of catching your breaths. It was dreadfully hot, not even entertaining the Vulcan setting of the program. But high slowly but surely slithered its way out of your systems.

"Mm…" You blinked and rubbed your eyes. like you were coming out a heavy nap. Ted was wasted, a surprisingly heavy weight on top of you. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, stuck where he had just bitten you. "Teddy?" You pet his hair, feeling the damp roots that reeked of sweat. Ted shifted, his eyes fluttering against your skin. At first, you felt him smile and kiss your neck where it tickled, drunk on endorphins and the fever breaking. He looked at you, eyes low and his grin spreading wider, and his face grew more naturally toned, less sickly.

Then, as you looked at each other, his smile dropped and he paused the petting of your hair, retracting the hand like you were made of acid.

"I'm...sorry…" Like yours, his voice was barely there. He was flushed with a softer green tint, presumably as he realized what just occurred between the two of you.

You raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"I hurt you." He cleared his throat, but it was still quiet and raspy. Fuck, not the sad puppy eyes, and the slight whine in his tone. Damn him to hell. "Hurt…you."

"Aw, Teddy..." You were not stupid. You were definitely going to feel this for the next several days, for long after the feel-good chemicals and euphoria finally wore off. But goddamn it, he's not going to feel bad for things he couldn't control. "It's okay, Ted. I'm fine, really."

"No." He shook his head, quite insistently. "No, it's not okay. I...I made you. You didn't want to do this. You tried to...you tried to fight me off, and I-I forced you to relax and let me."

Oh god, no, Ted.

"Ted." You gripped his chin and brought his eyes to yours. "You didn't force me. I wanted to help you, in any way, to make you better. I wanted to do this because…" Your throat swelled, and it took a beat for you to swallow it. "I wanted to because I love you, and I want to be with you." You paused to let it get through to him, and the hand that was in his hair searched and held his gently. "If you want me, too. I want to be the one to get you through this Pon Farr and the next, and the next. I don't care if we're on different ships, different planets, or different star systems. I will be there for you, and I swear it on my life."

He blinked as you stopped talking, taking it in. Somewhere in your tired mind, you thought he might even reject you. It was so illogical, given your current circumstance. Here you two were, on top of each other in a deeply comfortably bed, just waking up from fucking your brains out like it was a life-saving blood-letting ritual. In a way, it was, and he chose you to relieve him, to be his mate. So how did you even entertain the concept?

"My mate?" He smiled, and kissed you hard on the lips, heavy and bruising, drowning you once again. It wouldn't be shocking to you if you walked out purple as a bowl of Plomik soup. Then he stopped. You frowned, confused. And then you felt harden again. He shifted hurriedly, squinched his eyes tight, as if in a panic to get rid of it.

"Oh no, it won't go down. Damn it." Ted sighed, his eyes wet in apology and pain.

You shrugged, "I have some leave built up. Worse comes to worst, I could always get a doctor's note."

"Are you sure, babe?"

"Of course, Teddy," You smiled and brought him back in for a kiss.

The two of you spent the evening going in and out of making love, snacking from the replicator, talking about how you were both absolutely going to be out of commission for a while after this, getting naps in. You hit the "making love" stage for the umpteenth time when the communicator badge from one of your long-discard uniforms chirped. It was Dr. Crusher asking you to acknowledge. You groaned, crawling languidly out of Ted's arms, the lack of his body heat making it cold on Vulcan.

"Ensign here."

"Hi, just doing a check-in, lieutenant. Are you doing alright with your roommate now?" You swear to God she was barely holding a smile, "Should I prepare a note for your commander that you won't be coming in?"

"Uh…" Shit, you forgot about your shift. "Yes, please, I think that would be best. I'm all out of sorts."

"Excellent. I'll send a note and let him know you won't be able to return for the next couple days, taking brief medical leave. After which, you'll attend an evaluation and see if you're ready to report for duty."

You blinked. That lady was smiling so hard in her voice you worried that the holodeck wasn't as soundproof as you'd been led to believe. Hell, she probably had one ready for Ted days ago. "Thank you, Doctor. That will be all."

"Don't play too hard, Ensign."

And that was all.