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nyota_uhura24) wrote2011-10-09 10:08 pm
nyota_uhura24) wrote2011-10-09 10:08 pm
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[White Collar!Verse - For Smartprettyboy]
After their last meeting, Nyota had tried her utmost to talk herself out of ever seeing Jim again. Then she'd spent just as much time trying to talk herself into keeping their agreement. She knew that try as she might there was no way of avoiding him forever. She'd given him her word, and even if she tried to vanish again he'd always find her. He wasn't just a man who knew her very well; he was her teacher, and he knew all the tricks she used to mask her trail.
But staying out of sight was crucial. Nero had given her very specific instructions, and if any of her actions appeared contrary to the goal of seeking the music box, people she loved would end up dead.
A few weeks later she had a window of opportunity, and went as stealthily as she could to Christopher Pike's house. Jim wasn't home yet, but Mr. Pike said she could wait in his room. She'd never been inside before, and as she examined his living quarters she couldn't help thinking about the time they'd spent living together. The dream they'd had of being together forever. Trying to put it from her mind, she glanced at the newspaper clippings on his table, picking out one that had a clear connection to the music box.
But staying out of sight was crucial. Nero had given her very specific instructions, and if any of her actions appeared contrary to the goal of seeking the music box, people she loved would end up dead.
A few weeks later she had a window of opportunity, and went as stealthily as she could to Christopher Pike's house. Jim wasn't home yet, but Mr. Pike said she could wait in his room. She'd never been inside before, and as she examined his living quarters she couldn't help thinking about the time they'd spent living together. The dream they'd had of being together forever. Trying to put it from her mind, she glanced at the newspaper clippings on his table, picking out one that had a clear connection to the music box.