Upon Waking
How long it had been that he had been asleep was an unknown. Christopher Pike woke all at once but did not jerk or jar awake, simply became conscious and let his body remain relaxed and limp. He took in his non-visual surroundings first. He heard no other movement except the slow breathing of the body beneath his. He was sweating, but considering
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He was also waiting for Spock's diagnosis of the situation and their visitor.
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"Your diagnosis." It was a light command, but something to give Spock something specific to focus on instead of 'what if'.
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He jerked the black undershirt on over his head.
"He is very free with certain terms; he knows their meaning - his bondmate chose him freely and he chose in return. He is courteous not out of fear but because it is his way. He came to us alone because he thought you should have an explanation - he is not in command of this ship right now."
The clothes suited him. All black that should have been severe but simply looked natural with his paleness and dark hair.
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"The lot of them are courteous in ways our people aren't." Pike said, informing simply because he knew more of them then Spock did, though not by many. He started to take his time getting dressed in the new clothing, still disliking the feeling of cloth constantly against his forearm scarring. "The one in charge of this ship looks far more like the James T. Kirk we know, younger."
An explanation. They did not know fully who took the young captain, then.
He looked damned good in pure black and knew it.
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"I am well-aware of the common methods of scent-marking, Christopher. And of why one would do so."
Spock was not blind to the attractiveness of his mate.
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He crossed the room and sat on the bed beside Spock, reclining backwards. Not like they had anywhere in particular to go.
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That Kirk's Spock would also not understand - the old ways had been slowly lost, abandoned as illogical. Christopher's Spock, the war with the humans had changed his people in many ways, preserved some of the ancient traditions.
"His mate came here, clearly marked - as recent as our own coupling. He left your mind and claimed his mate. It is... a challenge of sorts."
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"He flaunts his bondmate. His... t'hy'la. Think of it, in human terms, as a show of dominance. Not over Kirk - but as a message to those who scent him."
He turned his face away from Christopher. That sort of relationship was more than Christopher would allow.
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Pike frowned, and let out a breath, "There's something you're not telling me, Spock."
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"You should eat."
He rises from the bed without touching Christopher and walks to the replicator which he has yet to examine. Similar to their own technology. Intriguing.
"Do you have a taste for anything?"
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"Anything I can sink my teeth into." Pike said, watching Spock from the corner of his eye.
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He cobbled together a meal of Christopher's favorites, more food than required but at least something would tempt the man.
Vulcan selections. No doubt programmed by one of his counterparts. Spock declined to eat, still too unsettled for something so mundane as hunger.
He carried the food back to the bed in silence. Instead of joining Christopher, he paced, in thought.
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The pacing was not Spock's normal way of dealing with things. Pike ate only a few bites before he growled low in the back of his throat, "Spock, sit down and meditate or something or I will make you do so." Not entirely an idle threat. He would, if necessary.
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