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The next day found a clearly cranky Captain. I had about 1 hour of sleep last night, the rest of the night was spent either tossing and turning in bed or pacing around my room, the whole time thinking about the mind meld, my Spock, and—wait! When did he become my Spock? I must be really serious about this dude…

Only one thing was bothering me about this whole situation, the other Spock. I really need to talk to him, I need answers, quickly.

Even now as I sat in my Captains chair I still understood nothing. I was still so confused I was becoming irritable and the bridge crew was starting to notice. When I entered the bridge this morning I didn't greet the crew in my usual loud manner, I basically just sat down and barked out an order to get to work, very unlike me.

"Mr. Sulu, how long until we reach New Vulcan?" I asked.

"About 20 hours, Sir" he replied a little nervously.

"Good," I then pressed the button on the armrest of my chair that would connect me to Scotty. "Scotty, how's she running?"

"Aye, she's runnin beautifully, Cap'in! We'll be there in no time at all." he replied with the typical enthusiasm he reserved for only the Enterprise.

"Perfect," I replied, pressing the button to terminate the transmission to engineering.

After this not much happened on the bridge, I remained in my trance like state trying to figure out what was happening to my life. I barely noticed when Spock approached me.

"Captain." He said, but I still didn't hear him "Captain." He repeated, only a little louder this time.

This was enough to bring me out of my stupor. "Huh? Oh, Spock what can I do for you?" I asked.

"I was about to ask if you would like to accompany me to have lunch, but if you are otherwise busy feel free to decline my request, Captain." He stated, and it seemed like he was a little nervous. I could see a very light green blush on top of his ears; I had the feeling only I noticed though.

"Yeah, sure Spock, lunch sounds nice." I replied, almost giddy that I would be able to spend time with him, hopefully talking about anything other than my little problem.

I got up and we headed towards the turbolift and got in. Spock pressed the button that would lead us to the cafeteria. We rode in silence, luckily the ride lasted only about 10 seconds.

As we came closer to the cafeteria, I started to notice that Spock seemed really nervous. The blush was still there and it looked like he was trying extremely hard not to fidget, of course he never did though. I could only wonder why he would be so nervous. Did he like me too? Did he want to ask me something? I was starting to get nervous as well, I was also starting to think that this lunch wasn't going to turn out the way I had planned.

We grabbed our food from the replicators, chicken strips for me (a childhood favorite) and a garden salad for Spock. We sat in a somewhat secluded corner of the almost empty cafeteria.

As we started eating I felt my nerves begin to double for no apparent reason.

"Captain," Spock started, but I quickly cut in, "It's Jim, Spock."

"Jim," he once again corrected and if I didn't know any better I would say the flush deepened. Which was oddly satisfying to me. "I wanted to apologize for the actions my other self committed against you."

"Oh…Spock, there's no need for you to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong, and honestly, I'm not all that bothered with the mind meld thingy." I replied.

"Jim, I fail to see how you cannot be bothered with the meld, it was highly inappropriate. You just met him, and a meld is typically only performed by close friends or family.

"Well, maybe he was really close to the other me. So he could have felt he was allowed to. I don't know much about this stuff, but I'm fine Spock. Don't worry about it, ok?"

"Be that as it may, I would still like to give you my apologies." He insisted.

"Fine Spock, I accept your apology even if I think it is pointless."

"Thank you, Jim"

After that most of the lunch passed by in silence until Spock broke it by asking me a question. "Jim, I would like to ask another serious question of you." He stated.

Okay, now I was even more nervous. "Sure Spock, what is it?" I replied a little hesitant.

"I would like for us to visit my alternate self when we arrive at New Vulcan, I feel it would right any wrong feelings I have about the situation." He stated firmly.

"What would that do? What would happen when we talk to him?" I asked.

"I believe we would be able to ask any questions and make sure that he did not violate your mind."

"Oh. Um, I don't know Spock. Do you really think we should? I don't think that would help at all." Crap! He wants to talk to the other him! If we do he'll learn about the dreams! I can't go with him.

"Yes, Jim. I do think it will be detrimental to putting my worries at ease. I am quite concerned about the meld." He stated, and I knew that he wasn't going to back out. Damn.

"Ok, fine Spock, we'll go talk to him." I said as I started to clear my area. Spock started to clean his as well when our hands brushed for the briefest of seconds. I can't describe the sensations I felt in my hand; the best word was tingly. Lets just say if felt incredible. This touch caused Spock to stop what he was doing. He seemed frozen, but it only lasted a second. It was then replaced by the most tense looking Spock I have ever seen.

We cleared the area, and threw away what needed to be thrown away when Spock looked at me and stiffly said, "It was an agreeable lunch, but I must depart now. Good bye." And with that he was gone, leaving me with a still tingly hand and a little flabbergasted.

I had no clue why he started to act this way. All I know is that I'm starting to fall for this guy. I needed someone to talk to. But who? I could only think of one person, the only guy I trusted, my only friend, Bones.