"How's our ship. . .?"
Spock swallowed hard. For the first time in his life he wished
fervently to deny the evidence of his eyes.
This could not be happening.
"Out of danger," he heard himself saying. "You saved the crew."
Kirk managed a smile. Feeble, but recognizable. Weakened, yet
indomitable.
There was an unfamiliar taste in Spock's mouth.
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