Another Confrontation in the Brig

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The worst part of the time in the brig was the boredom. Normally he was a very, very busy man. He worked with the science division of his crew quite strongly when it was needed, in particular Spock on the replication of the alien technology that was the source of power for his gloves. They had many plans for it, in particular for the Enterprise herself.

Now he was alone, or possibly only mostly alone depending on who else was in the brig. Without the First Officer that was the single person he trusted in any universe. Briefly, he entertained the thought of Spock attempting to come through the barrier between universes to find him, but would not push the strength of their trust that far. But... perhaps.

For now... he could wait.

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Immediately, with a sense of familiarity, Spock was drawn into Pike's mind. It started small, simple, with flickers of voices and images so quick they were impossible to tell. Without a doubt, Spock was being led down a corridor, one with steep sides that undoubtedly would trigger the defenses the younger counterpart had stumbled into.

Let me show you where we began.

It was a place that seemed both similar and different to the Starfleet that Spock knew in this universe. In the center of it all was a very familiar face. The Spock of this memory looked no older then 20, back straight in what looked a great deal more like military fatigues then the Academy's cadet uniforms of this verse or even in the one Spock remembered. Spock was being watched from an angle that suggested the seating arrangement of the room was curving.

It was a half-caught debate occurring below in the pit of the room. An argument of sorts. Memory provided the information that they were listening to the captain of another ship arguing to have 'this green blooded slave' removed from the roster of his ship. Pike knew of the Vulcan that they were speaking of - a half blooded Vulcan-human given second class citizenship and an education.

But no one trusted him farther then he could be thrown.

With the view of his back, Pike could see the leather gloves that covered Spock's hands. A form of invisible handcuffs that Spock was required to wear at all times. Pike doubted for a second that if the half-Vulcan meant any actual harm it wouldn't stop him from ripping open someone's mind. All it took was skin-to-skin contact. The young man had no resemblence to a human at all, but looked perfectly Vulcan. Except for those eyes, ones that currently seemed narrowed in anger.

"...transferred to another ship." The Admiral was just finishing up. Whatever the full statement was threw everyone around into a state of pissed off panic.

"...I wouldn't trust that thing on my ship..."

"...Not for a million credits."

"...thing'll tear apart..."

Pike listened to the fools around him, muling it over as he remained silent. A bit of research before he had come told him that the half-Vulcan had graduated at the top of his class, excelling in the areas of science and even command. He had never stepped a foot out of line, despite what could not have been an easy road to where he was now - trying to get his first assignment.

The fighting continued around him, loud enough to start to annoy him. He leaned back more in his seat, tugging at the brief pull of leather, keeping his eyes glued to the Vulcan. Spock had not moved, in fact he seemed like a statue... except for the faintest tightening of his fists in their parade rest.

What notion urged him to stand was impossible to say, but several people shifted away from him when he did so. His guards behind him stiffened, ready. Pike had his hand on his dagger, just in case.

Then he thinned his lips and whistled as sharply as he could.

The arguing slowed to a halt, and a hundred faces looked to him. Pike looked calmly (with a definitely sense of disgust) over the group, then said in a voice just loud and rich enough to fill the entire area, "I'll take him, if you fools can't see what's right in front of you."