Pike was staring silently at both Spocks, his eyes burning, burrowing. He needed them, burning, needed. Needed. NOW. Could not tell the difference. Needed. Had to be fixed. Could not repair the shielding. The pain was incredible. Blackness at the edges of his mind.
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Date: 2009-09-12 02:23 am (UTC)