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You are NOT my father [Locked to adm_chris_pike]

He'd managed to lose his older self, which in turn lost the Admiral. There was no way he was going to let those two ruin his fun. So he heads out and gets drunk off his ass and while drunk he ends up getting a nice lovely tattoo along the center of his back. It should've hurt, but it didn't. Though that was probably because he was drunk off his ass and wasn't really thinking straight. Not like he actually had a brand to say he was an owned man. Teen... whatever...

But after getting the tattoo, he just heads out with the intent to have a bit more fun.

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"One, you don't know that. Two, he may not be of legal age consent but if you're going to take him on as yours permanently, that won't matter. And thirdly maybe because I don't want him feeling like some damn third wheel. Like he's a hassle or something. As if he's just being taken care of because he's here and not because we give a damn."

Pike shook his head and slid out of bed, pulling on the pants he had on previously as he paced the room.

"I do not get you sometimes," he growled out angrily. "You remember my having to sleep with some people we were in a treaty with in order to keep you safe? You were pissed at me for that for weeks, James. And now... now you're just fine and dandy with me sleeping with a kid... why, James? Because he's you? Is that it? He is not some toy and I sure as fuck am not going to treat him like one. You two... I swear you two are going to be the fucking death of me! I want you both safe. Yes, I'm going to be his Owner but why does that have to mean fucking him, James? Let him make his own decisions on who he loves enough to sleep with; don't force him into it with me."

That anger brings tears to Jim's eyes and he shakes his head. "I'm not forcing a damn thing onto him. Not forcing him into anything. All I did was ask 'What IF' he wanted it. I didn't say that he would. Hell, I didn't say you would, I just asked what if, nothing else."

Pike slowly reigns himself in and drops down into a nearby chair, dropping his head into his hands.

"I don't know if I'm making the right decision here," he whispers finally. "I'm not making it with my head... I'm doing all this on emotion... and that's not what a Master does... at least not one that's a fucking Admiral for the Empire..." He slowly shook his head, trying to force the tears back. "I'm seriously thinking about retirement, James," he forces out softly.

"You're making the right decision and you can't retire. And some maters do their decision making on emotion."

Pike leans back in his chair, dropping an arm over his eyes, not sure what more to say at the moment. He's fucking exhausted. He hasn't slept more than a handful of hours over the past week and he's not about to go see McCoy for help either.

"Come here, sir." He says softly. "If you want, I can have Bones keep an eye on James for a while that way it's just us and you can get some sleep."

Pike doesn't even argue, proving just how worn out and close to the edge he is in that moment as he drops down onto the bed and is almost instantly asleep.

Jim contacts Leo's quarters and talks to Bones about keeping tabs on the boy for a while. "I've got you, sir."

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