Inside the Mind
Pike returned to the quarters he shared with Spock after his brief meeting with Jim, feeling minorly conflicted but better then he expected. Reaching out for the other's aid had been harder and easier then expected, but despite the logic he had gone over and over, was not sure if he was actually right in his convictions. Perhaps that was the trouble, that his conviction was a singular one, that he wished Spock's betterment, and he could not chose which was right.
For now, he had a task. He had thought of the idea when Spock had been in trouble, when he had needed to accomplish something he was incapable of. The gloves gave him a heavily extended sense of touch, nearly to the point of feeling like he was wearing cotton when he did not have them on. Could they be used like a Vulcan's fingertips, to initiate a mind meld? Equally, it required additional strength and sensitivity to accomplish the nerve pinch as well. It was an intriguing thought, one he planned to check on.
When he was inside, he gave the equivalent of a knock on Spock's side of the bond, wondering if his bond mate was truly in meditation. Spock would ignore the knock if he was.
For now, he had a task. He had thought of the idea when Spock had been in trouble, when he had needed to accomplish something he was incapable of. The gloves gave him a heavily extended sense of touch, nearly to the point of feeling like he was wearing cotton when he did not have them on. Could they be used like a Vulcan's fingertips, to initiate a mind meld? Equally, it required additional strength and sensitivity to accomplish the nerve pinch as well. It was an intriguing thought, one he planned to check on.
When he was inside, he gave the equivalent of a knock on Spock's side of the bond, wondering if his bond mate was truly in meditation. Spock would ignore the knock if he was.