Nurse Christine Chapel pressed the buzzer for Mr. Spocks quarters and waited anxiously. Her mind was a whirl with desires and fantasies. Her love for him was obvious to all her knew her and yet Spock ignored her advances. Now was her chance. She had reviewed Dr. McCoys notes and the results of Spocks physical. It was obvious to her that he needed some form of physical relief and she was going to supply it. Even if it was just to listen to him. She patted her uniform to make sure it was in place and had fixed her make up while the soup heated. He had asked for it, for her to bring her homemade soup to him. This was the opening she had been looking for.
Spock sat at the utility table in his quarters and tried to calm his body. McCoy had noted that his body was creating an imbalance and it had his heart and mind racing. The buzzer interrupted his meditation, but he waited a moment longer before opening the door to admit Nurse Chapel. He knew that she was in human love with him, but the situation was impossible. He was betrothed to TPring, even though he could not feel her presence, he knew that he could not accept the affection of this female, but his body had other ideas. The ancient drives had taken hold of him and they were starting to control his mind. Spock knew that he had to do something immediately or he would not survive the trip to Vulcan.
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