The night was dark and deep and long in space, never ending, without a dawn to break the line between waking and sleep, day and night, beginning and end. It made existence endless, broken only by the silent running of the clocks on the wall, the movements of work, food, and sleep. Without these things, without the sureness of a schedule, time ( Read more... )

Time passed without any true indication of its movement except for the occasional checks to the padd that was his single form of outlet. It was difficult to suppress the desire to lash out against anything, including his captors, but suppressed it was. He was no heathen as they seemed to believe of him, like he knew some of his crew to be. His mind ( Read more... )

With the most careful of attempts, not wanting to warn the system that he was trying anything at all, Pike was testing the limits of the restrictions on the padd he had been given. He had been reading extensively on the history and known facts of the Christopher Richard Pike of this universe ( Read more... )

The last few days had been interesting, to say the least. Beyond the studying that occupied much of his time, it had been very quiet in the cells below. Just the chatter of the guards between them, picking up the simple happenings on the ship - such as where they were (Risa, which evidently was not all that different from his universe in the sense ( Read more... )

He had told himself that he did not want Spock to come, to find him.

As the days passed, it was getting harder to believe that lie.

( He had spent the last several days in complete silence. )

Pike was laying back on the bed in his cell, one leg curled up, one hand pillowing his head, the other resting on his stomach. Each breath was pulled in and out steady and easy and he seemed to be asleep to the rest of the world. In truth, he was listening to the quiet talking of the guards outside of his cell - they were somewhere further down the ( Read more... )

The worst part of the time in the brig was the boredom. Normally he was a very, very busy man. He worked with the science division of his crew quite strongly when it was needed, in particular Spock on the replication of the alien technology that was the source of power for his gloves. They had many plans for it, in particular for the Enterprise ( Read more... )

Christopher Pike remained silent in his cell. It had been some time since anyone had approached him except the silent offers of food and water. It still struck him as odd to feed a prisoner. Water, yes, because one wanted them to live long enough to get information out of but food gave them strength. He would not eat with someone watching and ( Read more... )