James T Kirk wasn't a man of many words; he was a man of action. The moment Spock stood, his meditation robe flowing behind him as he motioned to his desk, Kirk lunged. It took Spock by surprise if his reaction was anything to go on. The second Jim hand touched the silk robe trying to turn the Vulcan; he was grabbed by the forearm by a strong hand and thrown half way across the room. An overreaction if Jim had ever seen – rather, felt – one.

"I - Damn it that hurt! - Probably deserved that," Jim said as he stood, hands in the air, the universal sign of surrender, and faced Spock. "But I have a very good explanation for what happened. Wanna hear it or do you want to throw me around a bit more?"

"I'm listening." Spock sat rigidly behind his desk as if he hasn't just thrown a fully-grown man across the room.

"Alrighty then, Spock. See what happened was-"

" - We engaged in coitus, captain, you need not remind me of it," Spock interrupted, one elegant hand raised to stop Jim from speaking. "I wish to know-"

"We didn't sleep together!" Jim yelled. "You slept with Ziggy who disguised himself as me!"

"Incorrect," Spock said with a small shake of his head. "I 'slept' with you not Ziggy."

"He made himself look like me, Spock. I haven't been in your quarters since our arrival."

Jim looked at Spock who had a look that vaguely resembled confusion. Of course if asked, the Vulcan would brush it off and say some smart-ass comment about not being able to feel confusion. But it was there, the glazed eyes as he tried to remember the little details and the slightly gaped mouth as he found them.

"What was his plan?" Spock said through clenched teeth. "He must have had an intention."

"H-he... He wants me ... And you..." Jim swallowed. He looked down at his shoes rather than the Vulcan as he rapidly said, "tobetogether." Jim looked up after a moment. Spock never took this long to say anything. They looked at each other. Jim felt the need to cover himself up as the Vulcan looked at him intently, as if peeling away at his mind until he was naked and bare. "I'm not lying."

"My silence was not to ponder whether or not you are lying, Jim." Spock continued to stare at him, brown eyes blinking slightly more than normal. He was trying to process things; the implications of what had happened were grave to say the least. "How did you learn of his deceit?"

"McCoy," Jim replied. "He backhanded me when my shift was over. Rambling something about me doing unspeakable crimes against you and how he expected that from the 'old' me and not the 'new' me. He said I'd slept with you."

"But you had not and your mind immediately went to our alien guest?"

"I've seen the way he looks at you, Spock." Jim stood. "I know that if I were to look at you like that you would cite regulations at me all day long. So, yeah I kinda figured it was Ziggy."

"You confronted him, I assume."

"Yeah. Well… mostly I threw a tantrum and he used big, vague words to confuse me."

Spock leaned forward on his desk. Jim rubbed the back of his neck, pacing around the room and feeling the Vulcan's eyes on him. Why was he here, anyway? He confronted Ziggy and, basically, did as the alien told him. He came to Spock and told him everything and yet, he still had questions. Jim turned to Spock and opened his mouth to say something.

"If we did not sleep together than why are you here?" Spock asked before Jim could say anything. "Why are you here, Jim?"

"I- he said," he blinked a few times, still wondering the exact same thing himself. " He said that if I came here I would find out for myself."

Jim bit his lower lip.

"Find out what exactly?"

"I don't know, Spock. He was pretty confident of it. He wanted me to come here," Jim motioned to the room and then to Spock, "and speak with you."

A pause. A long pause filled with an awkward Jim standing in the middle of Spock's quarters, taking in the Vanilla smells that the candles on a nearby table were emitting and wondering if Spock liked the smell or if it was just the only candle he could find on board.

"Then let us speak," Spock finally said.

"What about? There isn't anything do say really. You fucked Ziggy thinking it was me you were –" He stopped and took a deep breath. "I treated you like an ass during shift because I was cranky and worried. Ziggy wants us to be together and in his own warped way tried to make that happened and now here we are. Anything to add, Spock?"

"If I may inquire as to why you were worried."

"I- I was worried cuz you're n-never late. You are the only person I depend on to be on time and ready." Jim returned to his seat in front of Spock, tired of pacing around and trying to think. He looked up at Spock as he added, "I thought you'd died or something. I couldn't leave my post-"

"Why not? You've left the Bridge for more menial things."

"That's not the point, Spock. Lets not discuss my failings as a Star Ship Captain."

"They are not 'failings', I quite admire your ability to sit on your command chair whilst mumbling the digits of Pi and doing paper work."

Jim blinked. He wasn't sure if that was Spock's attempt at humor or if he really meant it.

"Is that- I mean- th-thanks I guess."

Spock nodded.

"I have another inquiry, if I may?" Jim made the 'go ahead' sign with his hand. "What did you wish to gain from interacting with me tonight? Ziggy said you would find your answers with me, tonight. Did you not find it strange at all to be coming to my quarters this late specially after knowing that I thought we had slept together last night? Furthermore, did it not cross your mind that he was tricking you into coming here so as to be ambushed by me?"

"You wouldn't hurt me," Jim said with confidence. "I know you."

"My questions remain, Captain."

"I can't answer them, Commander." Jim looked right at Spock as he added, "but I know I didn't hope to gain anything that you were not ready to give."

"What would I be ready to give, exactly? Was there something in particular?"

"I just wanted to have a proper talk with you about what happened – or, rather, what didn't happen between us." Jim stood and went to the doors. "I should let you get some rest."

"Jim. I have something to confess."