Kirk studied his friend.  Spock stood, distractedly handling a disk that'd been lying on his desk.  "Spock, what'd you learn?  What's this evidence you were talking about?"

It was silent for a while as the Vulcan slipped the disk into the computer.  "Computer," he commanded, "play recorded audio supplement."  Seconds later, the music now familiar to Spock but foreign to Kirk filled the room.  Kirk's eyes lit up at the last two lines of the song.

And a rock feels no pain

And an island never cries.

"Your song," he whispered and Spock looked up at him.

"No, Captain, not my song." Spock kept the wave out of his voice; the song made him uneasy.  "This song, appropriately named I Am A Rock, was written in the early nineteen sixties.  I assure you, Captain, I am not capable of such a feat."

"I'm sure," Kirk replied, smiling slightly at Kirk's modesty.  "And…"

"If I were capable of such emotions, I would say that it is quite depressing."

"Well I am, and I do," Kirk exclaimed, "another strike against our friend here."

"Surely," Spock clarified, "you're not planning to hit Lieutenant Montgomery, Captain."

""Of course not, Spock," Kirk sighed, "It's just a…oh, never mind.  How'd you get this?"

"Lieutenant Montgomery recorded it during out conversation and handed it to me as I left.  We listened to it together."

Kirk gazed at the Vulcan for a moment before accusing, "Something is bothering you, Mr. Spock, report."

Spock hesitated slightly before speaking.  "I have reason to believe that Lieutenant Montgomery is capable of some form of telepathy."

"Some form of telepathy?"

"Yes, Jim, though I do not believe it is initiated by tough, as with Vulcans."

Kirk frowned.  "Reason being…"

"Right after I was released from sickbay, I paid Lieutenant Montgomery a visit before reporting to my quarters to meditate.  She knew I was leaving, addressed an issue that had been puzzling me, and cleared the song from my head, all before I had a chance to initiate conversation."

"Back us, Spock, addressed what issue?"

Spock, with his hands clasped militarily behind his back, squared his shoulders and looked straight at Kirk.  "The thoughts of suicide I had uncovered during my meld with her."

"More evidence?"

"Yes, Captain."

"Spock, just minutes ago it was Jim."

"I apologize."

Kirk shook his head in exasperation.  "Anything else?"

"No, Captain."

"Okay Spock.  You have the conn when shift starts.  We dock at Starbase 28 in the morning."

"6.28 hours."

"Right.  Can you handle it if I'm not done?"

"Affirmative, Captain."  Spock wondered at the captain's need for reassurance.  "Good luck."

Kirk stopped on his way out of the Vulcan's quarters, turned and, startled, said, "I thought you didn't believe in luck."

"I believe that random factors and circumstances can influence the outcome of an event, such as the precise moment and method Lieutenant Montgomery chooses can and will affect whether or not you are able to save her."

"I see."

I was merely providing the encouragement which, I have observed, helps with a human's performance."

"Right."  Kirk grinned.

Spock noted Kirk's grin and added, "Often, random factors are all one can be sure of with such illogical beings.