“How did you find me?”

Spock was somewhat hesitant to answer Jim’s question.

He’d come across Jim that night standing alone by a water function near one of the bridge’s on Yorktown. He’d appeared pensive.

Spock didn’t want to lie. Or even attempt to avoid lying by deflecting the question.

“I have been monitoring your life signs.”

Jim turned away from leaning over the railing to eye Spock. “You have? Since when?”

“The night you were mugged. I put a tracking device on your communicator that allowed me to track your vitals.”

“Sounds almost like you are stalking me.”

“Captain—”

Jim waved that away. “I’m only half-kidding. I know you’re not really a stalker. But why such precautions? We’re on Yorktown. Don’t you think I’m pretty safe here.”

Spock arched a brow. “May I remind you that you were mugged.”

He laughed at that. “Well, yeah. Can’t argue with that.”

Spock moved to stand beside Jim and searched the area to see what prompted Jim to come there.

“Were you meeting someone here?”

Jim smiled and shook his head. “Did you need me for ship’s business?”

“No.”

“Then?”

This was where it could get uncomfortable.

“I wished to spend time with you,” Spock admitted, carefully.

“Me?” Jim’s look was quizzical. As though he couldn’t imagine in a million years what Spock was talking about.

“Yes…I…I’m really not sure how to explain.”

“Try me.”

“Part of the reason my relationship ended with Nyota is because I had an interest of a romantic nature in someone else.” Spock paused. “I believe I did mention it.”

The captain frowned and leaned back against the railing. “Did you? I must have missed that.”

“Apparently. And now perhaps it should occur to me you missed it deliberately.”

“Meaning?”

“I had hoped there was a shared interest between us but if I have miscalculated—”

Spock found himself shutting up due to Jim’s mouth suddenly on his.

He found he did not mind.