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A SOUL IN CHAINS - Malena Williams

"Spock!" It was a beseeching cry from a desperate man. Its strangled call echoed against the imposing monolith of Seleya.

Kirk's outburst jarred him to the present. He looked about in confusion, until finally able to focus on the cold, sterile room which had held his heart captive since Fal-tor-pon. "No...." he moaned. How could this have happened?

T'IMPARA'S STORY - Karla Kelly

My first sight through shimmering particles was his face, tense, worried, eyes fixed on the space beside me. His body taut, muscles clinched, relaxed only when the transporter effect cleared.

"Welcome aboard, Mister Spock."

The Other beside me nodded, shields high. He, however, is irrelevant. What secrets could he have that I would want to know? I dismiss him.

BRIGHT PROMISE - Pandora H.

She moved away knowing these two friends had a lot to catch up on. The Vulcan looked well, she thought. Better than a resurrected person had a right to. Better than the man who had rescued him. She glanced at Kirk and blinked. The expression on his face made her eyes water and her heart beat faster. It was there only for a brief second then gone, as, with a pleasant nod of recognition, Spock walked straight past to where his father stood with McCoy.

LOGIC ON FIRE - Ellen Thacher

"What did you say, Mister Spock?" Standing near his command chair, James Kirk turned to his first officer and smiled. "I'm not sure I heard that clearly." Kirk wasn't aware of the softening in his features that accompanied any conversation with his first officer. Subliminally he gratefully accepted the soothing of his mind and body simply being in the presence of his friend.

And he was totally unaware of the effect of said features on said first officer.

"I was...day-talking, Captain," the Vulcan stammered.

"Ah, day-talking?" Kirk nodded, looking at his friend closely for any outward signs.

There was the same correctness as usual.

THE LONGEST NIGHT - Kay Wells

"Sounds like a bunch of excuses, Captain," the doctor observed, resuming the consumption of his meal. "So what's really bothering you...besides Spock's little trip to that ice ball?"

"Why would that bother me? Spock's gone on scientific expeditions before."

"Not for six months."

"Six months is a little long," Kirk conceded His plate of food had been completely forgotten.

"Especially since it was only supposed to be two."

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July 1994