Slowly Pike was drawing Spock elsewhere, somewhere deeper into into his mind, along a smaller, darker corridor. I'm not a monster, despite what your logic of this universe declares. Ruthless, powerful, commanding, and determined, yes. I've lived longer then any captain in history. I want to return to my ship, my universe...
They stopped, and it was like a door being opened.
My Spock.
It was an aching, deep pain at his center, surprisingly well hidden from the outside. To Spock... it was obvious what it was, now that the Vulcan had it.
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Date: 2009-08-15 03:13 am (UTC)They stopped, and it was like a door being opened.
My Spock.
It was an aching, deep pain at his center, surprisingly well hidden from the outside. To Spock... it was obvious what it was, now that the Vulcan had it.
A bond. Pike was bonded.