Date: 2009-12-15 06:48 pm (UTC)
The cry left his throat like a wounded bird and his body jerked at the pleasure of it.

"I cannot hide these." His free hand spasmed, and he curled his fingers around the glass, grasped it - he must hold to something. "And I do not entertain others."

Vulcans did not share. Spock harbored no illusions - he had no right to lay claim or make demand. But he did not have to like it.
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Captain Christopher Richard Pike

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