When Spock returned with the bowl of chicken noodle soup on a tv tray, Jim had a chance to view it with some suspicion.

“You didn’t add poison to it, did you?”

“Why would I  add poison?” Spock seemed genuinely perplexed but Jim thought he could simply be a good actor.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean I don’t actually know you. It’s weird that you knew where I lived. I didn’t tell you, right?”

“I did not obtain the information directly from you today. Do you have poison in your house?”

Jim thought about it. “Not something that actually has a skull and crossbones on it, no.” He put his spoon into the soup and took a tentative taste. He waited a moment, then nodded. “Seems all right. Would you please go into the medicine cabinet in my bathroom and get me a couple of aspirin?”

“I am not certain you should have aspirin.”

Jim smiled. “I have a headache. I want aspirin. It would be nice if you could bring it to me but if not I’ll get it my own damn self.”

Spock arched a brow. A gesture that seemed weirdly familiar. “I will get it.”

Jim continued to eat while Spock retrieved the aspirin along with a glass of water.

“So who was that McCoy guy? Do you know him?”

Spock handed him the aspirin and water. “Why do you ask?”

“He might be trying to kill me.”

Spock sat on the edge of the bed. “Kill you?”

“Weird things have been happening to me the last few days. Noises, lights. I swear someone’s been watching me. And my memory’s getting wonky. All of a sudden the old dean is replaced by this McCoy and just as I was leaving his office he held up this giant needle that he seemed to want to inject into me.”

Spock listened to everything he said without expression. “That is an interesting theory.”

“And you.” Jim waved his spoon. “You just appear out of the blue staring at me.”

“You are an attractive person.”

Jim blinked. “I don’t even know what to do with that. And then today when I’m trying to get away from McCoy, you appear and I lose consciousness.”

“And I take you home,” Spock said. “Were I intending to do you harm, would I do that?”

“I definitely can’t figure out that part. Why do you wear that beanie anyway? Are you bald under there and want to hide it?”

“Something like that.”