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A Man In Flames

Blood fever is aptly named. Everything everywhere looked red. Spock's blood shrieked like a hurricane in his brain. The frenzy, a thirsty demon, was demanding a blood sacrifice.

~This was for *you*, it's all about *you*.~

He tightened the ahn-whoon around his opponent's neck, and felt him weakening. His victory would soon be complete.

Then Jim desperately touched his mind to say, ~"I trust you. Do what you must. I'm yours."~

Spock saw his image reflected in Jim's eyes. He saw their grandchildren...

Then Jim was gone.

Spock suddenly realized he had just destroyed his own best chance for happiness.

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[Amok Time:  it's OK, Jim isn't really dead]

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