Libby stood behind Pike's wheelchair as Jim Kirk took command of the Enterprise, and she helped him stand at attention as they watched the Enterprise's crew board the shuttles for their first official mission.


Relegated to a desk at the academy, Pike slowly began to walk on his own with the assistance of a cane.

He no longer needed physical therapy, but found himself creating reasons to stop by the center and see Libby or invite her for coffee.

"Are we dating, Christopher?" she finally asked him as they sat a little bistro table at one of the cafes near his office.

"Are we?" he innocently replied, peering at her over his mug. She snorted but her eyes were shining.


They had been casually seeing each other for a couple of months when he appeared at her apartment one day.

It had occurred to him that he hadn't actually seen her outside of work and he was ready to change that, starting now.

Libby opened the front door surprised to see Pike standing there and in his civvies no less. She had never seen him in anything but his work uniform or PT gear.

"May I come in?" he asked, his grey blue eyes combined with his cable knit sweater and jeans momentarily rendering her speechless. In fact, she was pretty sure she was swooning.

She stepped back to allow him inside. He shut the door and pressed her up against it, tossing his cane aside. He lowered his head and kissed her. Hard.

Her fingers fisted his sweater as returned the kiss with as much ferocity. She had lain awake at night wondering what it would be like to kiss him and now here she was.

When he finally broke the kiss, he laid his forehead against hers.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while," he huskily whispered.

"I've been wanting you to do that for a while," she huskily whispered back.


Pike knew his odds of making Libby his own were probably slim to none since she was at least a decade younger than he, but like Jim, he didn't believe in no-win scenarios.

He knew he was a goner when he picked her up for an official Starfleet function one evening.

Libby descended the apartment steps in a cobalt blue dress that clung to her in all the right ways, and he had to take a deep breath and remind himself he was about to rub shoulders with colleagues shortly.

As she climbed into the vehicle, he resisted the urge to cancel and carry (well, more like escort) her back into her place and ravish her.

"You look stunning," he said as she buckled in.

"You're not so bad yourself," she replied, leaning over to kiss him. Her scent and her lips combined with his yearning overrode his better judgment.

"What do you say we skip the party and go upstairs and have our own instead?" Pike heard himself say when she pulled away.

Libby chuckled and stroked his cheek.

"I look that good, huh?" she said.

"Sweetheart, you don't know the half of it," he replied.

"Oh, I'm sure I can guess," she said, noting how his pants seemed tight. "Besides, what would Alexander or Richard say if you didn't appear?" she added.

Pike sighed and leaned his head back against the headrest. The mention of his fellow admirals' names was like a cold splash of water.

"Maybe you'll get lucky later on tonight," Libby hinted, giving him a coy smile.

He returned her smile as he shifted gears. He was a goner, no doubt.