The door opened to admit Spock. Pike was seated on the large leather chair that dominated one corner of his room, a small table in front of it. He gestured for Spock to come over, the door closing and locking automatically behind the science officer.
"I hope my summons came at an appropriate time." To anyone else at all, it would have been a mark of sarcasm. To Spock, though, it was entirely different. Other then the very first time, over the console on the bridge, Pike had never forced Spock into anything. Instead, he derived a heavy pleasure from watching the boy return on his own.
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Date: 2009-12-03 06:44 pm (UTC)"I hope my summons came at an appropriate time." To anyone else at all, it would have been a mark of sarcasm. To Spock, though, it was entirely different. Other then the very first time, over the console on the bridge, Pike had never forced Spock into anything. Instead, he derived a heavy pleasure from watching the boy return on his own.