Medical Emergency (nu!Trek)
Even given the fact that the favorite game of the command staff of the Enterprise was “make the Vulcan have an emotional reaction,” it didn’t take long for the news to get around that Spock was acting…unusual. Nothing extreme, a tiny reduction in patience here, a slight tendency toward sarcasm there, but people noticed. In a human, you’d call it snippiness.
In a human woman, you’d call it PMS, McCoy thought to himself, keeping an eye on the first officer from where he was lounging unnecessarily on the bridge, although if you wanted to keep your balls where they belong, you wouldn’t call it that out loud. Normally he’d have been glad of the opportunity to get under Spock’s skin, strike a blow against that unspeakable Vulcan calm, but something about the way Spock was acting reminded him of something else. Something he’d read somewhere…something in those notes on Vulcan physiology he’d got from the ancient Vulcan ambassador just after Kirk’s promotion to the Enterprise…
It came to him in a flash, and unfortunately, in a lull in the buzz of conversation on the bridge. McCoy snapped his fingers in triumph and announced, “You’ve got Pon Farr!”
Spock froze in place, and his eyes widened. He might well have said something extremely compromising, except Jim, upon hearing Bones’ declaration, had lept about three feet away and pulled his uniform sweater up over his face in an improvised flu mask. “Is it contagious?”
McCoy looked back and forth between his captain, who had his sweater pulled up over his face like a five-year-old, and his first officer, who was blushing a truly disturbing shade of green, and said, “Probably.” He grabbed Spock by the arm and hustled him over to the elevator.