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TELLARITES IN THE EMPIRE - Laura Arnold

Spock paused in his briefing, glancing around at the inattentive command staff. Obviously, the subject of Tellarites was boring them. "...as a member of the family dynasty, Dojun Kwa is ruler of one-quarter of Tellar Prime. He is accustomed to having every order – indeed, every whim catered to. Do not, under any circumstances, oppose or offend him. It is important that Enterprise negotiate a favorable agreement for Cabinet Member Horlinz." And his high-ranking silent partners went unsaid.

ADAM - Mabel Chute

"Just our luck to draw this one. I was hoping for a nice diplomatic banquet, not a alien funeral"
"Never mind Jimmy. At least we're out of the 'renaissance of the junic races' lecture. Can you imagine the work professor Vonic would be having us do?"
"Yes, but I hate funerals, Gary."
"Vulcans are cold, logical. It'll be over in no time, and hopefully we'll get some free time before we have to go back."

AN IMPOSSIBLE RELATIONSHIP -Ariadne

Spock stroked his beard as the alternates de-materialised. He wondered how wise it had been to let them return home; to spread news of the existence of a parallel universe. His universe. Yet he knew it to be the only way to recover his landing party and his captain.

CATCHING A FALLING STAR -Nadja Lee

Kirk had never known pain like this before. Bone crushing, agonizing and all consuming. It was as if he were in a vacuum, lost in a world of agony that would not end. He had been tortured, had lost family, friends, lovers...even his wife, Miramanee and their unborn child, yet still no pain could match the pain he felt inside now that Spock had left.

HEROS TO EACH OTHER -Elizabeth Scott

He stood behind the tall, lean figure, grinning, rocking back and forth on his heels like a school kid, waiting to be discovered.
When Spock turned, he nearly ran into him. It took seconds for him to refocus his eyes and recognize James T. Kirk.
Kirk had expected to see more welcome in the dark eyes. But he ignored his confusion and wrapped the tall body in a bear hug, clapping him heartily on his back. The body did not relax. You had to know Spock to understand when he was responding favorably and when he was not. Kirk judged that Spock was not in the best of moods today. He stepped away from the Vulcan. Obviously formality was in order here.

WIND RIDER -Scott Hunter

"I hope you like this tape, Spock." The determinedly bright female voice carried across the otherwise silent room. "I haven't scanned it myself yet, but everyone says it's wonderful. I'll just leave it by the bed, all right?" There was a brittle pause. "Or would you rather have it by the viewer? You're able to sit there for so much longer now. Every time I visit I can see the progress you've made. You...."

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