Christopher knew more of his own mind than any other human Spock had known or even heard of. But this place where Christopher kept his idea of Spock was rarely visited, if Spock could be any judge. It was where he entered Christopher's mind and it had seemed the logical place from which to begin - the bond pulsed around him reforming, knitting them even more tightly together after their long separation.
Spock's own mind was singing with it, drunk with it, wild with exhualtation.
There, movement there in the dark, and Spock was moving, the force of his considerable will catching Christopher into his arms, the shock of such close mental contact nearly taking his balance.
Christopher, Christopher, I am here, I am here. Be well, Christopher.
Spock could not have told himself whether it was command or plea.
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Date: 2009-09-14 05:39 pm (UTC)Spock's own mind was singing with it, drunk with it, wild with exhualtation.
There, movement there in the dark, and Spock was moving, the force of his considerable will catching Christopher into his arms, the shock of such close mental contact nearly taking his balance.
Christopher, Christopher, I am here, I am here. Be well, Christopher.
Spock could not have told himself whether it was command or plea.