Destined | Christopher Pike

Destined | Christopher Pike

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"Do you believe that our future is set in stone?" Christopher asked. She tore her gaze away from the fire that was warming the room up and at him. "That's a...random question. What do you mean? Like it's premeditated?" "Yes." He rubbed his hands together nervously causing her to raise an eyebrow. "I believe that we can alter our future slightly. Humans are prone to change, to growing. I don't see how that wouldn't affect our ability to change what happens to us." She paused noting the pale, panicked look on his face. "Is everything okay?" He had to tell her. He had to make the words come out of his mouth. He just didn't know how. Hello! This is going to be a Christopher Pike x OC story based around the Chris Pike from Star Trek: SNW. I do not own the Star Trek series or it's characters. I only own my original characters. This story is purely fiction.
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