Pike saw Jim as having a certain sense of power even if he had no control over the ship. Equally, Jim was a man to be respected and for that alone Pike found him useful. Whether or not either of them trusted each other enough to truly believe what the other side, there was a measure of them being allies. Both stranded in another universe, outside of their normal means, with knowledge they were both willing and unwilling to share.
Pike called out to the door to open, gesturing for Jim to join him at the small table where he was settled in with his padd and the cold cup of coffee. For some reason, he just had not needed it that morning. "Morning, Jim." Trying out the name for the first time, which was the one Jim had signed on their correspondence. Pike had pointedly signed his first name as well, though he despised being called by the shortened name of Chris.
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Date: 2009-11-12 02:15 pm (UTC)Pike called out to the door to open, gesturing for Jim to join him at the small table where he was settled in with his padd and the cold cup of coffee. For some reason, he just had not needed it that morning. "Morning, Jim." Trying out the name for the first time, which was the one Jim had signed on their correspondence. Pike had pointedly signed his first name as well, though he despised being called by the shortened name of Chris.