A/N Aight, this is part three in what is now a series. Part four is almost finished, and I thought I better get this part up before the last one is completely done. Read Damn You Spock and Releasing Tension before you read this if you want the whole picture.

Confusing Captions

Jim wasn't about to let Spock walk out completely out of his life for the day. After he 'd be left alone in his cabin, he'd followed the Vulcan back to his room and pressed the buzzer next to the door. He waited a few seconds, then was rather surprised when a small view screen nearby buzzed. When Spock's face appeared on the screen, however, Jim wasn't surprised at all.

"Excuse me, but I'm not in at the moment. Please state your name and reason for wanting to reach me, and I shall find you as soon as possible." Spock's face wavered for a second as Jim said his name, then a new screen came up. "Captain, I am terribly sorry, but I cannot, and will not, discuss what I meant in your cabin. As for our relationship, I prefer to think of us as Captain and his first officer. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Spock, I know you can hear me! I don't know how you jury-rigged this, but I wish you would at least talk to me. I think I deserve an explanation. In fact, I order one!" Jim straightened and tried to look as official as he could. The Spock on the screen merely lifted an eyebrow at him

"Under section twelve, paragraph 35, it clearly states that any and all personal business will be left unmolested by the captain, and that if the safety and welfare of the individual are not in risk of harming themselves or others, that it is permissible to withhold that information. Therefore captain, I respectfully decline to answer the question."

"Damn you Spock, always quoting regulations! I want an answer! I don't want to use authority, but if that's the only way to get an answer out of you, I will. Your choice, answer me or I'll override your door and come in for myself!" Jim was fuming by now; his face tinged an angry red as he whipped around to face the footsteps coming towards him.

Leonard H. McCoy, doctor extraordinaire, approached Jim and glanced curiously at Jim. "Jim, what the hell is going on? First Spock calls me down to his room, insisting that I come up immediately and treat him, then I find you standing outside his room yelling at him. Is it his pon farr? I thought that only came every seven years." McCoy eyed the screen then sighed. "What the hell is going on?"

Jim shot a glare at the screen then whirled on his heel. "Nothing." He snarled, and stalked off to find something better to do. He was furious. Stomping into his quarters, he glanced at him terminal and started. It was flashing one message. From Spock, no less.

Captain,

I apologize for treating you the way I did, but there is a reason. Captain, I will not suffer to try to explain why I can't love you. It would be far too painful for you to bear, and therefore would be incredibly unnecessary. However, I will find you on the bridge when I feel that we are both ready for a serious talk concerning any chance of there being an "us".

Spock

First Officer

Jim sighed and collapsed across his bed. Would that damn Vulcan ever make any sense? "He claims he's so logical, but this is the most illogical and pointless prancing about the subject that I've ever seen." Jim said aloud. He glanced at the terminal, then closed the message and headed back for the bridge to wait.

It was a week or two before Jim even saw Spock again, and only in an official capacity. The very nature of the visit was to discuss some asteroid or another. Jim was tired of his friend's dodging of the question. They started up to the bridge in a turbo lift. About halfway up, Jim ordered the lift to stop and voice locked it.

Spock turned to Jim with one eyebrow up. "Yes, captain?" He inquired, his hands clasped firmly behind his back. The Vulcan calm hung around him like a cloak, but his eyes were a dead giveaway to the near panic that was slowly devouring him. He couldn't deal with Jim right now. Because he too, was hurting too much to make rational decisions. But there was no way he could tell Jim this.

Jim shoved him up against the wall and pinned him there, using his body weight to hold Spock still, though Spock was taller and stronger. "We need to talk, Spock. You can't keep dodging me just because you can't tell me the truth. You think I can't handle it? You think I'll want more of you than you're willing to do? Is that it? Because I only want what you're comfortable giving me. But if that's nothing but friendship, I need to know. Because this pain will only get worse if you don't tell me how it's going to be." His communicator beeped, and he leaped off of Spock. Resisting the urge, though just barely, to snarl into his communicator, Jim managed a captain's voice. "Kirk here."

"Captain, you're needed on the bridge." Uhura's voice was like a balm on his anger. He always had enjoyed her soothing voice.

"On my way." Looking at Spock, he sighed. "We'll finish this later. Computer, unlock turbo lift." The rest of the thirty second lift was disturbingly quiet and tense, which was very unusual considering the two parties concerned.

A/n Sorry that I'm moving this, but I've combined (as you can obviously tell) the three separate stories into one story, and made it not a one shot. Lol, have fun with it! If you have any ideas, or wish to drop me any advice to fix this story, send me an e-mail at .