[Diverging Pathways] -- [m!Pike and Kirk]
Kirk frowned as a message came to him, and he slowly tapped a finger on the console in front of him. Well, fuck. Bastard-face. What do you want? He actually hesitated for a while before opening the message marked with Pike’s name, with the tiny notation after it ‘BF’ for that exact insult he had just thought. Kirk shook his head, growing softly to himself. Fucker.
He opened up the message, brows raising. He wants to go home. We have our transporter in room… what the hell was it, three maybe? Four? Hell if I know anymore I’ll remember when I get there. Three. Definitely three. That one’s calibrated from when we got McCoy back and forth from the Enterprise. If Pike knows the ..signature, coordinates, whatever that his Spock used to get here, then he could go home.
Good. Get him off the damn ship. Kirk stood up, typing a fast message back.
Pike, meet me in transporter room three.
He pulled the phaser from the desk drawer in his office. Haven’t heard any bad reports from you lately, but like hell I’m taking a chance.
He opened up the message, brows raising. He wants to go home. We have our transporter in room… what the hell was it, three maybe? Four? Hell if I know anymore I’ll remember when I get there. Three. Definitely three. That one’s calibrated from when we got McCoy back and forth from the Enterprise. If Pike knows the ..signature, coordinates, whatever that his Spock used to get here, then he could go home.
Good. Get him off the damn ship. Kirk stood up, typing a fast message back.
Pike, meet me in transporter room three.
He pulled the phaser from the desk drawer in his office. Haven’t heard any bad reports from you lately, but like hell I’m taking a chance.