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I have a new idea for you. What if Pike had a sibling, who he hadn't spoken to in years due to each being stationed on different ships. BUT, comes into contact with said sibling once more when the Enterprise recieves a medical S.O.S. from a Star Fleet observation post. Said reunion brings up painful memories for Christopher, from when he and his sibling parted ways. With a happy ending, please?

(P.S. You're an amazing writer.... 💖)

Thank you so much! Seems like someone answered my call for help! I think I’ve got a plan for this one, Gee, I wonder, what’s the one Starfleet thing we know Pike hates 🤔 stay tuned! 😎

Storge (Pike & Sibling!Reader)

Rating: E for Everyone

Word Count: 1.5k

Content: SFW/Platonic (Obviously I would hope!!), GN!Reader, Sibling!Reader, Security!Reader, brush with death, drama, Section 31 bashing (me and my homies hate Section 31), angst, hurt/comfort, 'the girls are fiiiiightiiiiing', Discovery season 2 finale spoilers, happy ending.

Teaser: It's been almost a year since you saw your older brother last, five since you talked. You had your disagreements in the past, but your big brother came to the rescue for the hundredth time regardless. It was time to set the record straight between the two of you.

This wasn’t the first time the station got attacked by pirates, but it wasn't everyday the flagship of Starfleet came to the rescue.

You took a bad hit, not your worst scrape, but definitely one for the record books. That Nausicaan handed your ass to you that’s for sure. Still, he didn’t look so great himself either.

You were bleeding all over the place, not good. As the medics sedated you, your last thoughts were wondering if he was gonna be there when you woke up. Whether he’d mustered up the strength to go where he belonged, or if all those missed calls had been for nothing.

The voices were muffled, both were familiar, one, much more so than the other.

“Leland knew he could never get me on that side of things, so he gunned for what he thought was the next best thing. Someone a little more a bit more eager to prove themselves.”

“No!” Una said incredulously

Chris sighed “Yeah, Y/N.”

“Are you going to tell-” She started

“I can’t…”

Tell you what? You were blacking out again, shit, you wanted to tell him off for talking about you like you weren’t there.

When you came to again you were awake enough to open your eyes, it was a lot later judging by the dimness of the lights.

Chris was still there, arms tucked tight into himself like he always did when things got really bad. He was all disheveled, probably hadn’t gone anywhere else since the raid. Looking out the window, away from you.

Thank god he had friends like Una and Kat to make him take care of himself, or he would’ve been dead meat the second he set out for the Academy.

“So, you showed up.” you croaked.

Chris’s head whipped around, practically leapt out of his seat. Oh man, now you felt bad. Had he been crying?

It wasn’t intended to be mean. But the grogginess from sedation had robbed you of your tact, leaving only resentment behind.

You’d meant that you were happy he’d gotten back on the saddle after everything, after he’d… disappeared. The phrase reminded you of when the two of you would ride out together, racing, playing at being cowhands.

You felt him squeeze your arm gently, you felt torn between being comforted and being furious. You weren’t sure if you wanted to rip the nostalgia band aid of or not.

“How are you doing bud?”

He hadn’t called you “bud” or “kid” since you got accepted into the Academy. After that it was all “cadet” and “ensign” and “lieutenant” and then, well…

“Feel like I got speared by a Nausicaan pirate, so, could be better.”

You made him laugh at least, you’d always been able to. It’d been four, maybe five years, since you heard it last.

“How’s Starfleet been treating you?” He ventured.

“They’ve been treating me alright. Made Lieutenant Commander, been making a lot of good change around here.”

“Oh, is it good?” Chris leaned back, sounding wary.

Oh god damnit, this again? You didn’t care about whatever the doctors were gonna say about you getting pissed off in sick bay for the eighth time this week. It was time to set the record straight.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You dared.

“Is it good? Is what you’re doing good?” He sat up straight now, meeting your irritation with his usual infuriatingly leveled response.

“Chris, it’s not that simple-“

“Isn’t it? Those people, Leland, Control, they did so much damage, it’s-“

“Would you shut up and let me explain Chris?! If you hadn’t walked out on me when the damn promotion came up-“

“Well I’m here, I’ll still be here. Could we not do this now, please? You’re still recovering and I don’t want to-”

Oh no, he wasn’t gonna smooth talk or dodge his way out of this one. He was hiding, dodging, like he always did when things got too real for him. You weren’t having it!

“No we’re doing this now, if you hadn’t just, left me! You were always backing me up and then the one time we disagreed-“

He stood up, angry “You were offered a position by Section 31 I couldn’t just watch you do that to yourself!”

“We were at war!”

“That’s not an excuse!”

“I know that!”

“Then why would you-“

“What the hell makes you think I took it Chris?!”

“… what?”

“Do you think, if I were working for 31, that you would ever have known I was here? Or that you’d be allowed to see me without clearance codes? That I’d be out here in the middle of nowhere getting picked on by pirates who wanna strip tricorders for raw materials? Or are all 350 people I’m keeping safe on this outpost all secretly spies and this is an elaborate front? Come on Chris, I know you’re not that dense.”

“So… you didn’t?” You could practically see the smoke coming out of your brother’s ears.

He was such a smart guy, he’d be even smarter if he got his head out of his ass more often. He was so convicted, good heart, but a bit too holier-than-thou at times, just like your father.

“No. I didn’t. I'm the chief of security here, second in command.”

“But, I thought” Chris floundered “wait wait wait, hold on a second. You said-“

“I know what I said. I changed my mind, I… actually listened to you, for once. And, I don’t regret it.”

“Oh.” the hackles came down, he took a seat. You don’t think he even realized he’d been standing up until now.

“Not to be too familial, but, part of me didn’t want my big brother to be disappointed. You were disappointed in me, as it turned out.”

“It wasn’t like that-“

“Oh I know I know you were off boldly going, it’s still true though. Don’t look so surprised. I’m not one of your doe-eyed subordinates who just wants you to be proud of them. I didn’t need our approval, I don’t, regardless of where I ended up.”

“I know.” He smiled, in spite of the years of baggage the two of you were airing out.

The room got deadly quiet, your throat got tight, you tried to clear it, bracing yourself for where the conversation was going next.

“Lost so much time.” He said, almost inaudibly “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked. Like something had broken inside.

“I wanted to, I tried. When we were both on leave and home. But, you weren’t…”

You wished he’d stop looking at you like that, he already dragged around enough guilt he didn’t deserve.

“I know that, the Discovery was lost. I know that a lot of good people you had command over didn’t make it. I didn’t wanna… God, Chris, you came back so different. You were hurting so bad. I didn’t wanna give you a hard time.”

“I…”

No. It was your turn to be sorry.

“It was stupid, I don’t know what I was afraid of. I should’ve tried harder, reached out to you better. But, you… it was like you disappeared. Not talking to me or dad I understood, you were pissed at me and pops can be kinda full of it, but you weren’t even talking to mom for a while there. I didn’t know what to do.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize, I didn’t mean to scare any of you. I just had to work through some… some things.”

“I know. I figured if you weren’t ready to talk to us, you’d talk to Starfleet.”

“What do you mean?”

“Who do you think made sure that communicator went off every god damn day for the past year?”

“That was you?”

“Yeah, well, not always, sometimes I called in a favor, but, yes, a lot of them were me.”

He looked like he was gonna apologize again, you couldn’t let him do that because you were not about to cry in front of him.

“It’s alright, you didn’t know.”

“I could’ve, I should have. I was so… scared, of the future that I almost gave up everything I loved. I’m glad you did, even if I didn’t know.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Hey, for what it’s worth”, Chris took your hand “I’m proud of you, I love you, and I am so incredibly glad you’re okay.”

“And not working for 31.”

“And not working for 31!” he laughed! Yes Score!

“Love you too. And because I love you I’m telling you to get the hell out of here so you can get yelled at by my CMO, eat something, and take a damn shower. Because I am fine, and you are not. We can chat without having it out before you leave. Okay?”

Oh, ew, gross, you sounded just like him sometimes.

“Yes sir Lieutenant Commander sir. Number One’s been keeping the Doc from breaking down the door I’m sure.”

“You picked a good one.”

“Meaning?”

“Nothing, go!”

“Alright alright I’m going, sheesh.”

With a gentle whoosh, and the muffled sounds of the good doctor raising her voice, he was gone.

Well, not gone, not really.

It was good to have a big brother again.

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