“What are you doing here?” Marcus asked as he took full measure of the Romulan woman in front of him.
She looked back at the River. “I …. couldn’t think straight this morning. Thought I’d come check on my hide away. I got so…. Frustrated over the transporter damage you caused I thought I’d go for a swim.” she turned back to him, taking a step closer. “You?”
“Actually, sort of the same story. Needed some air.”
She came up and took his beard in both hands. “No, do you ……swim?”
“When the need arises.”
She started striping the cloths off his chest. Running her hands over and around him. “There is a need.”
She knelt down and pulled his trousers down, pulling off his boots. In short order he was as naked as she was, she pulled him to the waters edge.
“Are you quite alright Commander?” he asked as she dove into the cool river.
“Come on, I have a bike on the other side.”
It was a good ten meters across the river, the current pulling them down stream. The water turned colder and it had the desired effect on Marcus of hiding his apparent enthusiasm for the Romulan.
They climbed out on the opposite bank and she headed into the wood, without even checking on Marcus behind her.
“Hope you have a towel.” Marcus said as he caught up with her.
“No.. we’ll dry soon enough.” They came upon a hover bike, parked along a narrow trail. “Climb on.” she ordered.
Taking a seat behind her, she took the controls and shot off down the trail, running along the river.
The vibration of the bike, combined with the necessity of pressing against her, brought his enthusiasm to the forefront again. As the problem grew, the speed increased and soon the passing trees were only a blur. All at once T’Ros raised up and then came down again, and his enthusiasm was no longer between them.
The ride continued for another few minutes and all at once they broke into a field and T’Ros personal shuttle appeared in a meadow. She came up so fast Marcus was certain they would crash into the side of the hull. But the bike stopped short and T’Ros dismounted in an effortless leap, leaving Marcus in an awkward position. He thought of the young man and Ms. Kent this morning and felt a touch of Karma.
Getting off the bike he watched as T’Ros retrieved a blanket from the ship and tossed out across the ground.
“I don’t mean to rain on your parade Commander. But you really are not acting your self.”
She stopped and looked at him, nearly panting. Shaking her head and raising an eyebrow she turned and looked at the blanket on the ground. “I ….. I……I don’t know what I’m thinking. ……. Forgive me Mr. Dinn. I….” And then she crumpled to the blanket unconscious.
Marcus rushed over and felt her pulse. It was slow and steady, her breathing shallow.
“As much as I hate to do this, Under different circumstances I would have enjoyed this afternoon greatly.” Marcus said as he picked her up and carried her into the space ship.
After laying her on a couch in the back of the cabin he rummaged until he found a medical tricorder.
“I’m no doctor, but lucky for you I do have a bit of knowledge of Romulan physiology.” After running the scan up and down her body he read the results.
“Now, that is interesting.” he muttered.
She started to moan, her eyes fluttered and she looked up at Marcus. She started to grab at him again but he caught her wrists.
“Listen to me Commander.” she continued to struggle. “Listen…… as I suspected, you are not yourself.
“What?”
“Your hormones are going crazy, It appears to be a reaction to absorption of some type of pheromone.”
“Pheromone? What are you taking about?”
He pushed her hands back down to her side. “I can’t identify it. But it is definite a hormonal reaction to some form of pheromone your body is not equipped to handle.”
“I don’t care… I …… want you.”
Marcus let go of her and got up to retrieve a hypo from the medical locker. As he did she came after him, throwing her arms around him.
Finding what he was looking for he pulled out a hypo spray and loaded it with a strong sedative.
“Don’t hate me in the morning darling.” he whispered as he injected it into her arm.
It took only seconds and T’Ros collapsed again. Again he picked her up and placed her on the couch. Picking up the tricorder he scanned again.
“Will you still feel the same about me in the morning my dear?”
It was the middle of the night when T’Ros regained consciousness. She sat up with a start, waking Marcus who had been sleeping in a chair next to her.
“God my head hurts.” she moaned, waking him.
“Actually, that is a good sign.” he said struggling to clear his eyes. “Do you remember this afternoon?”
She looked towards the pilot station. “Oh…….my………” she turned back to him. “What the hell happened to me?”
“You came into contact with some very, and I mean very powerful pheromones. They caused your hormones to take control of your mind.”
“And now?”
“They have worked out of your system.”
She got up and went to locker, pulled out a robe and tossed it over to him. Then she pulled out a uniform for herself. She stopped and thought. “And you didn’t take advantage of the situation.” It was statement, not a question.
“Well, not entirely. But I do have some rules. One is,, the lady must know what she is buying.”
Sitting back down on the couch. “And where did these pheromones come from?”
Marcus leaned back on the chair, remembering his conversation the Christine. “There is a rumor of some genetic experiments going on somewhere on the colony.” Then he remembered Ms. Kents odd behavior the previous day. “It could explain a few things.”
Off:
Marcus Dinn
Owner of RICKS
Commander T’Ros
Mayor of Vorta’Rome (NPC)
