( Surprise and then relief cross his face, before he remembers that the Commander's Pike wouldn't be the same man he spent a good eleven hours operating on. Still, there's an odd comfort in knowing that someone's Christopher Pike is still kicking around, hale and healthy instead of sleeping through an induced coma, after having his spinal cord re-myelinated. The neural grafts will take, he's confident of that, but the recollection of home drops in like an unpleasant guest, and he looks away from her, studying the glimpse of sky beyond the porthole.
I need to get home grips him. )
Oh Lord, ( Bones mutters vaguely, ) Do you have a, I dunno, Commander Spock, too?
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I need to get home grips him. )
Oh Lord, ( Bones mutters vaguely, ) Do you have a, I dunno, Commander Spock, too?