He might have expected it to be his ship. Or the farmhouse in Iowa. Someplace he knew intimately, a place he'd referred to in the past as "home."
The place Jim found as he slid deeper at Pike's urging was neither. In fact, it took him a moment to place it, to understand the familiarity of the open meadow with long, golden grass dotted with wildflowers and bounded about by blue mountains. It had been an unplanned shore leave, a respite on an uninhabited planet that nevertheless sustained bountiful life. It might have been on Earth, but Jim didn't know where. He'd happened upon the high meadow on a hike he'd taken by himself, coming through a pass in the hills to have his breath taken away by the beauty of the sight before him. The light suffused the air, bathing everything in a glow that did not hurt the eyes. Here, in his mind, shafts of sunlight beamed down, less distinct than a spotlight but firm enough in his perception of them. The bonds?
"Yes," he murmured, hoping that to speak aloud would not disrupt his own concentration any more than speaking to Spock in his mind did. This was his? He would not have guessed it, but here it was.
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Date: 2009-12-29 07:18 pm (UTC)The place Jim found as he slid deeper at Pike's urging was neither. In fact, it took him a moment to place it, to understand the familiarity of the open meadow with long, golden grass dotted with wildflowers and bounded about by blue mountains. It had been an unplanned shore leave, a respite on an uninhabited planet that nevertheless sustained bountiful life. It might have been on Earth, but Jim didn't know where. He'd happened upon the high meadow on a hike he'd taken by himself, coming through a pass in the hills to have his breath taken away by the beauty of the sight before him. The light suffused the air, bathing everything in a glow that did not hurt the eyes. Here, in his mind, shafts of sunlight beamed down, less distinct than a spotlight but firm enough in his perception of them. The bonds?
"Yes," he murmured, hoping that to speak aloud would not disrupt his own concentration any more than speaking to Spock in his mind did. This was his? He would not have guessed it, but here it was.