Tyvek neared the bridge and immediately halted the device. The fever was still upon him but his little rendevous with the young woman had apparently eased it some what. Enough for him to get his bearings and discern that something was a miss.
He then summoned for the ride to return him to his room, where ever that was. Once inside he locked the door and lay upon his back in silence.
I am aaa Vulcan. I ammm in ccontrol of my emotions.... he recited unto himself until the point he collapsed of exhaustion.
In dreams he was himself again watching the entire crew perform orgies upon one another. This was certainly not logical. Not for the crew of a starship.
He was soon setting beside a much older Vulcan, wearing a 24th century uniform.
"You have much work to do."
"Excuse me? What can I do?" asked Tyvek.
"Their actions are not logical. You are the only one capable of helping them."
But how? he asked himself.
"You are a Vulcan, yes? The secret lies within your youth."
"My youth? Explain?" he asked the man.
"The ponn farr burns with in you, Tyvek Kohm. The crew must feel its burning."
Tyvek opened his eyes from his dream knowing that the answer to what ever was going on would some how be related to his ponn farr.
He jumped up and headed again for the door.
In the hall two enlisted crew were sucking face. He jumped over them and headed for the elevator, this time on his way to sickbay.
There was no one there capable of helping him, as what ever this was had consumed their minds. Hustling the medical staff out one of the doors he walked over to the Chief Medical Officers desk. He then began scrolling through her console and found what he was looking for. By using his computer skill to over ride voice commands, Tyvek activated one of its programs.
A moment later, a holographic image appeared.
"State the nature of the medical emergency" the ships holographic medical officer replied.
"I don't have time to explain. What do you know of the ponn farr syndrome?" asked Tyvek.
"I am programmed with all of Star Fleets Medical knowledge on the subject. Why?" asked the EMH.
"I believe that something has infected the crew. Causing them to act, irrationally. I also believe that my having ponn farr has helped me to fight it off." replied the Ensign.
"I shall need to scan the entire ship to be sure of your hypothesis. That will require 30 terran minutes. My programming has not been activated in some time and will require a level one diagnostic before I can begin."
"Very well then. Commence diagnostic." replied the anxious Vulcan.