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Jim felt this pain in his gut. Actually, it felt more like uneasiness and it was preventing him from getting a good night's sleep. He tossed and turned, but any position he took sleep eluded him. He was even considering getting those red pills that his Chief Surgeon usually doled out.
Jim lay in his bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking about Spock. That was it of course, the reason he couldn't sleep. Spock was on his mind and it was bothering him that he didn't get the answers he was promised. Sitting up in his bed he thought for a moment and came to a decision. If his friend wasn't coming to him then it was time Jim made the first move. He swore to himself that he wasn't going to leave without an answer.
Jim got up, went to the fresher and splashed some cold water on his face. He looked at himself in the mirror and realized that he looked tired. All this business of Spock reacting like he did was getting to him. Even though Jim had made his decision to see Spock and get those answers, he was getting nervous about what he was going to find out. Was Spock sick? Did McCoy know more about the situation and he wasn't telling him. So many questions but no answers. It was now or never. Jim left his quarters seconds later.
Spock's Cabin

Spock played his lyre to calm his mind. It usually had the desired effect, but this evening it was just not meant to be. He left the lyre and retired to his bed. Deep down he knew sleep would not come. He lay on his side and eventually turned on his back. Spock closed his eyes and tried to relax, but to no avail, too many things were on his mind. He had lied to Jim. Lying was illogical but he had done it anyway. He was not busy when Jim had asked him for those answers. He felt like blaming his human side for the incident, but he couldn't because that Vulcan half of his was in on it as well.
So the question was: Why? Why not tell him the truth? Spock didn't even know what that truth was. Could it be fear? Fear was illogical, something else to add to Spock's list. Spock had told Jim that he couldn't explain, had no words for how he reacted. Meditation had not worked and the doctor was no help either. All McCoy did was ask questions he had no answers for.
Spock couldn't continue like this and came to a decision. He had to see Jim. He wasn't sure what he was going to say but he was determined to see his friend and 'talk'. Perhaps, the truth would finally come out in the end.
He hoped he wasn't going to intrude at this late hour, but deep down he had a feeling that Jim wasn't sleeping either.
Spock got up and headed for the door. Just as the doors opened Jim stood there.
"Spock, we need to talk." Jim said.
"Agreed." Spock said calmly.

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Jim felt this pain in his gut. Actually, it felt more like uneasiness and it was preventing him from getting a good night's sleep. He tossed and turned, but any position he took sleep eluded him. He was even considering getting those red pills that his Chief Surgeon usually doled out.
Jim lay in his bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking about Spock. That was it of course, the reason he couldn't sleep. Spock was on his mind and it was bothering him that he didn't get the answers he was promised. Sitting up in his bed he thought for a moment and came to a decision. If his friend wasn't coming to him then it was time Jim made the first move. He swore to himself that he wasn't going to leave without an answer.
Jim got up, went to the fresher and splashed some cold water on his face. He looked at himself in the mirror and realized that he looked tired. All this business of Spock reacting like he did was getting to him. Even though Jim had made his decision to see Spock and get those answers, he was getting nervous about what he was going to find out. Was Spock sick? Did McCoy know more about the situation and he wasn't telling him. So many questions but no answers. It was now or never. Jim left his quarters seconds later.
Spock's Cabin

Spock played his lyre to calm his mind. It usually had the desired effect, but this evening it was just not meant to be. He left the lyre and retired to his bed. Deep down he knew sleep would not come. He lay on his side and eventually turned on his back. Spock closed his eyes and tried to relax, but to no avail, too many things were on his mind. He had lied to Jim. Lying was illogical but he had done it anyway. He was not busy when Jim had asked him for those answers. He felt like blaming his human side for the incident, but he couldn't because that Vulcan half of his was in on it as well.
So the question was: Why? Why not tell him the truth? Spock didn't even know what that truth was. Could it be fear? Fear was illogical, something else to add to Spock's list. Spock had told Jim that he couldn't explain, had no words for how he reacted. Meditation had not worked and the doctor was no help either. All McCoy did was ask questions he had no answers for.
Spock couldn't continue like this and came to a decision. He had to see Jim. He wasn't sure what he was going to say but he was determined to see his friend and 'talk'. Perhaps, the truth would finally come out in the end.
He hoped he wasn't going to intrude at this late hour, but deep down he had a feeling that Jim wasn't sleeping either.
Spock got up and headed for the door. Just as the doors opened Jim stood there.
"Spock, we need to talk." Jim said.
"Agreed." Spock said calmly.