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SLEEPING BEAUTY - Natasha Barry

"Sleeping Beauty," McCoy opined as he contemplated the serene visage of his captain.

"Aurora was awakened by the kiss of the prince," Spock supplied absently, not really intent on the nonsensical observation.

McCoy objected, "But only after she'd been sleeping for eighteen years." Offhandedly, he couldn't recall a modern case of coma lasting that long.

SAVE THE LAST DANCE - Kay Wells

Spock waited outside the room. And waited until he thought even his hair was beginning to tingle with the aura of energy that was seeping from under the door. Should he buzz? Or wait further? He shifted from foot to foot and waited.

STRANGER GAMES - Jane Elza

"I wish I'd never agreed to do this," Kirk grumbled. "There are other things I'd rather do this leave than play chess."

Mitchell's answering leer almost cheered Kirk up, but his words brought back the pressure, the feeling that Gary had manipulated him, again, into doing something he didn't feel was right.

ANGEL UNAWARE - Pat Charles

Kirk looked up, surprised. It was unlike Spock to defend, so readily, a crewmember of whose appointment he had been so disapproving. Or maybe it wasn't; he was always scrupulously fair. And so was the young man fair.

RAINY DAY - Emily Adams

"Come on, let's walk in the rain." He started to reach out to me and flashed that grin he knows I can't resist, then just as quickly aborted the gesture and returned his hand to his side.

"Don't," I said quietly.

The smile faded. "Don't?" he questioned. I could see the thoughts running through his mind: don't touch, don't smile, don't talk? What did I do?

KEEP THE DREAM - Tere Ann Roderick

If anyone on the Enterprise could prove helpful to these . . . gentlebeings . . . it was Spock. So why was the Vulcan serving as Acting Captain on the Enterprise while he stewed on this starbase?

Spock. That was a whole other problem. The truth was, Kirk didn't know what his Vulcan was up to and he missed him.

SWAN - Charlotte Frost (novella)

Outwardly, the slim form standing before him looked as calm and efficient as always. But Kirk had known his first officer for three years, and there was a tension in the tall frame that automatically put the captain in a contrasting, casual mode. He looked up from his paperwork and smiled. "What can I do for you, Spock?"

The other's voice was hesitant, yet determined. "I wish to speak with you about a . . . personal matter."

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March 1989