The question raised its own questions. Pike silently met Spock's eyes, focusing closely on the design of them, the nature of what lay beyond them. Spock was his, forever and a day, and little could change that. There was an inherent risk in what thought he turned over in his mind, and what would occur beyond agreement or dismissal was an unknown.
"Computer, temperature raise ten degrees. Spock, pull up the covers or you'll be cold." Pike tugged a pillow under his head.
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Date: 2009-12-16 04:50 pm (UTC)"Computer, temperature raise ten degrees. Spock, pull up the covers or you'll be cold." Pike tugged a pillow under his head.