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"Spock?" His name reverberates in his mind as his spine straightened. He'd known that voice anywhere, and yet, it could not be.
slowly the ambassador turned around, heart braced for this to be yet another cruel illusion, another false hope.
Dark eyes met hazel, and in that instant Spock knew this was no mirage. Standing there before him was his James Kirk. His t'hy'la.
"Jim." His voice trembled.
Jim nodded his head, a smile on his face before they closed the distance between them. Arms wrapped tight around the other as their lips met in their first kiss in decades.
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