A Surprising Visit

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Time passed without any true indication of its movement except for the occasional checks to the padd that was his single form of outlet. It was difficult to suppress the desire to lash out against anything, including his captors, but suppressed it was. He was no heathen as they seemed to believe of him, like he knew some of his crew to be. His mind trickled to thoughts of the young brat determined to remove him from command and had been successful until his first officer had dealt with the situation. Loyal as always, Spock.

His mind consistently returned to the conversation with Spock, both Spocks together in the same mind-field, and if he had proved his point. Truly, he would not have normally cared in the least how his Spock came to this verse and freed him, be it by secrecy, force, command, or blood, but in this case he had specifically chosen to tell his Spock to come in a way that would not harm this crew. Chosen because it would add to his words and actions in order that his second-hand persuasion to the surprisingly young Captain of this Enterprise would be that much stronger. The Spock currently residing in this universe, one way or another, would be forced to support him, but done in such a fashion that Spock would believe his own words instead of being forced to speak them.

It would work well, Pike decided. All he had to do was wait.

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James T. Kirk was not happy (http://original-fine.livejournal.com/13626.html). He was hardly in a rage, but left to his own devices he had had too much time to think. Too much time for the memories and images Spock had "downloaded" (http://original-fine.livejournal.com/12648.html?thread=447592#t447592) to him to trickle through his consciousness, resolving into intense curiosity laced with a hint of resentment.

He wasn't sure if he'd be here otherwise.

There was no reason for anyone to stop him from entering the brig; one look from him and any notion of restricting him fled the security personnels' minds. He stood in front of Pike's cell, close to the barrier which was still firmly in place and which he had no intention of removing. This was not the Kirk Pike knew. This man was older, controlled, only a hint of that potential underhanded ferocity showing in the glimmer of his hazel eyes.

"Captain Pike," he said, his voice measured, his expression neutral.