A Little Chat

[mirroredcommand]

Pike leaned against the wall near James T. Kirk's bedside. His eyes were half-closed, watching as he rested. The security here was terrible to allow him so close after they had seemed to find him dangerous enough to force himself and Spock into those cramped quarters. Oh well, their foolishness was his gain.

He could wait until the sedatives he had seen be administered before wore off. They needed to speak to each other. Maybe it was the devious notions of his mind, but he had a feeling that Kirk would want to know the child-Captain's plans.

Comments

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

It took a moment (http://dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com/25780.html?thread=530100#t530100), as he awoke, for Jim to focus on the immediate area. But he was feeling, for the moment, oddly well all things considered, a slight buzz from his dream still flooding his senses.

But all was not well.

Jim was fairly certain Pike wouldn't be loitering there for his own health or amusement, and he fixed his eyes on the other man's for a moment. No security. No one had bothered. Jim wanted to trust the man. But he wasn't an idiot.

Nor was he captain here.

He rose onto his elbows, favoring the one attached to the wounded shoulder.

"Your Spock," he said, his tongue feeling a little thick with sleep and sedative. "He's...?"