Captain Christopher Richard Pike (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mirroredcommand) wrote2009-12-28 02:56 pm
mirroredcommand) wrote2009-12-28 02:56 pm
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Meeting of Minds
As requested, Pike arrived at Jim's quarters at eight. He felt far less at ease then he had earlier in the day, after things seemed to be going out of control with his bond mate. He had set a careful set of shields in his mind for this meeting, ones that he could raise and lower without allowing the ones that kept the bond quiet fall. It was not that he wanted to keep out Spock, but the constant source of headaches, in the most literal sense, would be a heavy distraction.
He pressed the buzzer outside the man's room, back straight. Without the ability to meld, he would instead work on the smallest basics first. He had worked with many students over the years, and with the help of his teacher, had only then been able to get into their minds. There was a lingering thought for her, the incredibly stern but well taught betazoid that had taught him how to shield himself.
He pressed the buzzer outside the man's room, back straight. Without the ability to meld, he would instead work on the smallest basics first. He had worked with many students over the years, and with the help of his teacher, had only then been able to get into their minds. There was a lingering thought for her, the incredibly stern but well taught betazoid that had taught him how to shield himself.
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If he sounded highly anticipatory... it was only logical.
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