'Next time,' Chakotay told the captain, retaining his grin, 'don't stay away so long.'

'I'll try not to. And by the way, the next time the spirits move you, remind me to pay closer attention.'

'Yes, sir. And may I say, you look terrible?'

… she nodded. ‘Thank you,’ she said.

—  Ghost of a Chance, by Mark Garland and Charles McGraw
Dr. McCoy prepared his examination.
A formality; part of his job. One he had to do.
Except that he couldn't. Not just then, anyway.
Turning, he walked away from the gurney. McCoy was angry at
himself as he sat down.
Kirk wouldn't have approved. Doubtless he would have chided McCoy
about his failure, would have made some stupid, half-assed joke
that would have. . .
Closing his eyes, McCoy struggled to regain control of his
emotions. He was failing miserably.

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"You know, for someone whose expertise resides in what is
essentially a sedentary profession, you move pretty good."
McCoy's gasping reply was as dry as the chief engineer's
favorite gin.
"Being chased by howling homicidal indigenes has a way of
enhancing my sprinting ability." His tone darkened. "Of course,
if you hadn't shot our ride..."
Kirk shook his head. "Can't hear you, Bones. Volcano noise."
"Volcano noise, my―!"

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Watching him go, Spock considered hurrying after him.
Surely more argument, more thorough reasoning, would persuade
Kirk to change his mind.
Careful dialogue with relevant points highlighted would see
the captain back in his familiar seat in the command chair.

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"Chekov, Pavel A. Ensign, authorization code nine-five-wiktor-
"Authorization not recognized—please try again. Speak clearly
and distinctly.
"I am speaking clearly and distinctly. Agh, this is the 23rd
century. What good is voice recognition that doesn't recognize
your voice?"
Since the rhetorical question failed to make the slightest
impression on the computer's programming, he was compelled to
try again.
"Access granted. Ensign Chekov, you are recognized."
"Oh thank you so wery, wery much."

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Christopher Pike was dead.
The man who had not only stimulated Kirk to enter Starfleet, but
who had quietly mentored him, encouraged him, chastised him when
necessary, and grudgingly praised him when possible, would no longer be there to provide advice, suggestions, consolation, and yes,
discipline, when needed.
Another father lost.
Another of the very, very few with whom Kirk could reveal himself,
with whom he could be open and straightforward and...innocent...
was gone.

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'Mr. Kim, please give our away team a recap of that enlightening presentation you just gave me and Mr. Tuvok.'

His grin threatening to split his face, Kim rose. Mentally, Janeway reminded herself that she needed to have a talk with young Harry about that. Officers needed to have a poker face. He could take a lesson or two from Tuvok about that… Though, she mused sadly, it would be a shame to quash that boyish enthusiasm that seemed to be the epitome of Harry Kim. And maybe, her thoughts taking a darker turn, maybe one of these days he’d have the enthusiasm knocked right out of him. She desperately hoped not.

—  The Murdered Sun, by Christie Golden

'I estimate we had a five percent chance of survival,' Tuvok added.

'You are a comfort,' Janeway quipped.

'Thank you, Captain,' Tuvok said, 'but I fail to see how you would find such a statement comforting'

'There's just something about you, Tuvok,' Chakotay murmured.

'Lieutenant Torres has mentioned that to me on several occasions,' Tuvok said. 'I do not understand it, but I am pleased by it.'

—  Ghost of a Chance, by Mark Garland and Charles McGraw