"No?" Jim asked lightly. In truth, he had no other reason. None that he was conscious of. "You've melded with my bondmate. You are another displaced entity. Do you cease to be Captain Pike when you leave your ship?" He was bored, and the differences between the worlds, between Spocks, between Jim Kirks fascinated him. The ways alternatives wove themselves around the constant elements, even when those alternatives disturbed him with what they demonstrated about those constants.
This man, essentially, held his place. His ship, his Spock. Those were not constants. Or at least, if they were, they had yet to manifest. What did that make him? Lucky? What was he here, now, without his ship, his stripes?
"I want to know what you want," he said suddenly. "What drives you."
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Date: 2009-09-02 10:54 pm (UTC)This man, essentially, held his place. His ship, his Spock. Those were not constants. Or at least, if they were, they had yet to manifest. What did that make him? Lucky? What was he here, now, without his ship, his stripes?
"I want to know what you want," he said suddenly. "What drives you."