It was not an easy or pleasant waking. He came to awareness in a rush, the relief of consciousness warring with the lingering pain of healed injuries. His side ached
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Pike looked up, his eyes going wide for a split second. Wires hung from his mouth like catfish's whiskers, and there was a replicator in a strange state of disrepair opened on the wall. Also, a small package of tools sat open at his feet.
Someone in Engineering would be missing them, but then again they were the ones foolish enough to leave them sitting out near sickbay.
Spock! He stood up sharply, frown ruined slightly by the mouthful of wires. He spat them out, "You are supposed to remain in sickbay." Despite the dark tone of voice, there was a sense of relief that passed between them.
Spock eased himself gently in a chair, aware enough of his body to know that he was not yet fully recovered. Though knowing it and acting on that fact were two entirely different things.
Pike released a very slow breath to keep himself from growling at his bond mate, but the annoyance could not be subdued so easily. He sat back down and gave Spock a look that told him to stay in that seat.
"I dislike the uniforms we've been given. So I reprogrammed the replicator." He glanced to the replicator, "Or at least I'm almost finished. Amazing how similar the two ships are, and this technology is years out of date."
His eyes narrowed, slightly. "Equal surprise was that they need better security for the small systems of the ship."
Tina had taken the time to finish her coffee after getting the message from Rien that one of their patients had disappeared - again, damn it. Why did they bother having security? - but was still feeling the effects of the night before more than she would have liked. That she was going to have to deal with the even ruder-and-creepier-than-her-own bearded Spock did not improve her mood.
She made her way to the quarters that had been assigned to him, and pounded on the door with a little more force than was probably warranted.
He HAD actually been sleeping. The pounding at the door woke him instantly and he drew one of the knives the medical team had not removed.
He received no impression of need or urgency from Christopher - he was off being quiet, probably speaking with someone, his attention not on the bond at all.
Spock rolled to his feet with an inner grimace, ready for defense.
Tina breezed in, ready to firmly insist that the recalcitrant patient accompany her back to sickbay and take care of the whole issue as quickly as possible. As she took in the room, its occupant, and his knife with increasingly widening eyes, she realized that she would have to revise her plans. This would call for some delicacy.
"What the hell are you doing?" she demanded. "Put that down!"
Okay, maybe she hadn't had enough sleep to manage delicacy just yet.
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Someone in Engineering would be missing them, but then again they were the ones foolish enough to leave them sitting out near sickbay.
Spock! He stood up sharply, frown ruined slightly by the mouthful of wires. He spat them out, "You are supposed to remain in sickbay." Despite the dark tone of voice, there was a sense of relief that passed between them.
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Spock eased himself gently in a chair, aware enough of his body to know that he was not yet fully recovered. Though knowing it and acting on that fact were two entirely different things.
"What are you doing?"
Casual, as though nothing of import had happened.
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"I dislike the uniforms we've been given. So I reprogrammed the replicator." He glanced to the replicator, "Or at least I'm almost finished. Amazing how similar the two ships are, and this technology is years out of date."
His eyes narrowed, slightly. "Equal surprise was that they need better security for the small systems of the ship."
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I love that this is a common trend among displaced Enterprise Captains. Though Jim has yet to take apart a replicator.]]
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She made her way to the quarters that had been assigned to him, and pounded on the door with a little more force than was probably warranted.
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He received no impression of need or urgency from Christopher - he was off being quiet, probably speaking with someone, his attention not on the bond at all.
Spock rolled to his feet with an inner grimace, ready for defense.
"Enter."
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"What the hell are you doing?" she demanded. "Put that down!"
Okay, maybe she hadn't had enough sleep to manage delicacy just yet.
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"No. What do you want?"
If this was some sort of assassination attempt, it was very odd.
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