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A/N: This turned out really short. But it's hard to write a lot in four minutes. . And I realized the first and last don't really fit together... maybe they're in different timelines again or something... so just roll with it please and thank you.
I want reviews like I want a chocolate spock for Easter. Maybe I'll even write more if you do. :D

The rules I used:
1. Put iPod on shuffle.
2. Write everything during the song- nothing before or after.

Where the Streets Have no Name- U2

I lay there, looking at him.

Everything about my Jim was something I reveled in; the curves of his cheek and hard lines of his jaw, the laugh in his voice, his blue eyes that gave me shelter when no place else could.

And today, I didn't mind the use of the normally silly human metaphors. Curiously, they fit my mood perfectly.

He woke, and a puff of his breath brushed my cheek. It warmed me, despite the fact that humans have a cooler body temperature than Vulcans. As his eyes focused slowly, a warm, happy smile graced his face.

My soul, illogically, was filled with joy at the sight of him, my t'hy'la.

Let me Fall- Josh Groban

She looked at me with pain in her eyes. It didn't hurt me. This girl I had met and known for only a few hours meant nothing to me, and I had thought she knew it.

"Why? Why can't you just let me fall in love with you? Is your goal in life to get all these people to love you and then never speak to them again?"

Her words cut me like a phaser burn. Was this really what I was doing? What other people thought I was doing? I thought these were mutual one-night stands… why did they all think otherwise?

I sighed, raking my fingers through my hair. Made more excuses. Never talked to her again.

You're Beautiful- James Blunt

I was in love with a coworker. One that was supposed to feel no emotion. It was like one of those old 20th century TV shows. The guy just has to fall in love with the one he can never have.

It hurt me that I saw him every day, every single fucking day, and nothing could happen. Yes, we were best friends- why would I ruin such a great friendship? I'm not that much of an ass. At least that's what I told myself.

Sometimes, I saw him looking at me. Not for any reason, either- just gazing at me with something thoughtful that I couldn't place in his unfathomable onyx eyes.

The day we left each other, the day after our five-year mission ended, I embraced him, lost for words at the thought of never seeing him again. He stepped away from me, and with a slight smile- the most expression I had ever seen on his face in the five years I'd known him- parted his fingers in the Vulcan salute. Live long and prosper.

I never saw him again, after that. Never heard from him or from others. But I never forgot him.