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Chapter Notes: Since I don't know how to put actual links to the songs in the story, you'll have to copy and paste if you want to hear.

Janice turned her attention back to their visitor.

“Come right in. Have a seat.”

“Thank you.”

Christine’s voice drifted into the living room, sounding a bit nervous.

Oy. Janice, tell me that’s not really who I think it is.”

“Chris, do I ever lie to you?”

“Never. Oy vey. Well, whatever he wants, stall him while I change into something else. I couldn’t possibly let him see me in this. I look like a tramp. Oy gevalt.”

Janice settled into the corner of the couch.

“I’d recommend that you make yourself comfortable, Mr. Spock. She’s going to be a while.”

“You seem quite sure of that.”

“It’s simple. The more a woman loves a man, the longer she takes to make herself look amazing for him. And before you say anything, I know darned well it’s not logical.”


“You want something to drink? Milk? Water? Coffee? Orange juice?”

“Water, please.”

Janice disappeared into the kitchen, and returned a few moments later, flipping on the radio on her way in.

“Here you are. I hope you don’t mind the music.”

“Of course not.”

As a matter of fact, Spock rather liked the old Earth music. He recognized the song playing as one that his mother was fond of.

You can’t hurry love
No, you’ve just got to wait
Just give it time
Love don’t come easy
It’s a game of give and take….


He had to admit, at least to himself, that the familiar music was relaxing.


Over half an hour later, Christine Chapel appeared at the top of the stairs, pausing for a moment before she started down, stepping to the rhythm of the music as Tom Jones began to sing “She’s a Lady”.


Time slowed to a crawl, and then froze. The moment blurred briefly, then snapped into crystal clear focus. As illogical as he knew the sensation was, Spock could neither deny it nor quite shake it. Then she spoke and the illusion was mostly shattered, although the illogical yet undeniably truthful conclusion he had reached in that frozen moment remained. After another moment which seemed a near eternity, although it must only have been a fraction of a second, The words Christine had said filtered through to his conciousness.

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