#5-- The Scientist—Coldplay

"I'm sorry."

Kirk was utterly confused. "What for?"

Spock sighed. "Jim, there is much I haven't told you."

"Are you alright?"

Spock ushered Kirk into his quarters and pulled out a chair for his captain to sit in as he paced the room. "I have meditated on this for a long while, and I have concluded that I must—as the Terrans say—'get this off of my chest'."

"Okay…"

"I will be frank, Jim. You are aware, I know, that Vulcans have feelings, and that they are much stronger than Terran feelings."

"Yeah. I know that." He thought back to the first moment he realized it, on Delta Vega, after the meld with the alternate Spock.

"We are capable of love, Jim."

Kirk could do nothing but stare at his first officer.

"I have been going through somewhat of a crisis. My Vulcan upbringing rejected the notion of falling in love. This past year, I have attempted to explain away this feeling with logic, with science, with psychology. However, I cannot. It persists. And I can no longer afford to ignore it. We can no longer afford to ignore it."

"But—Spock, this is the most illogical thing I've ever heard. You love me?" The words felt foreign on his lips.

But they tasted delicious.

"My alternate self told me, some time ago, that I must ignore logic sometimes and do what feels right."

Kirk didn't even know how to respond.

"I am rushing to conclusions," Spock realized. "Jim—do you—feel the same way about me?"

He couldn't escape it. "Yes," he whispered. "But, Spock. This is going to be impossible. You're the first officer. I'm the captain."

Spock approached him. "The way I understand it, the more one has to work for something, the more valued the end result becomes."

"Then this might just become the best thing that's ever happened to either of us."

Spock allowed himself a small smile. "For me, it already is."