Being half Vulcan isn't all that it's cracked up to be, especially if you are raised on earth. McKayla would know this well, as she was one. Her parents had both died her mother giving birth to her and her father dying in action in a Starfleet vessel. This is her story.
I own not any character from Star Trek. T^T sad isn't it. I do however own McKayla. Don't like it oh well so sad to bad. This is my first fanfiction so please be gentle.
Long red hair framed a small pale face as green eyes studied at a page in a Vulcan history book. "McKayla." The young adult looked up at her instructor, Commander Spock. "Yes Commander?" She tilted her head to the side as she swept the red locks from her face, revealing her Vulcan features. "What is your take on Vulcan emotions?" McKayla arched an eyebrow at the question they'd been looking at this subject for two days now and she feared that it was only because the students in the class were convinced that 'true' Vulcan's had none. "Though I personally don't believe that it is a good thing to suppress one's emotions, it seems to have worked well for Vulcan's for the last several hundred years." Commander Spock arched an eyebrow as the rest of the class chuckled slightly. "Enlighten me." McKayla stood. "May I?" Spock backed up a few paces. "Please." McKayla nodded and took a deep breath addressing the class. "Vulcan's feel deeper than in some ways than humans and use their strict discipline to tone them down to prevent damage to others and others property. I have found the task particularly difficult seeing as I wasn't raised Vulcan. Humans however should use some discipline in the way of their emotions." Towards the end emotions were clear in her voice making some listen closer, and others chuckle. Sighing McKayla sat back down only to have a ball of paper hit the back of her head. Spock caught it but didn't say anything wanting to see how she'd react. "Thank you McKayla your views are very…interesting." McKayla nodded and turned back to her book zoning out slightly. Another paper ball was thrown this time she caught it and turned to look at the boys who had bullied her since elementary school. "If you do not desist I promise you will regret it." For the first time since they'd met her, McKayla's voice was flat of all emotion, Spock looked on with interest this girl was the only other like him in the fleet and odds are the galaxy. She dropped the paper and turned back to Spock. Who merely arched an eyebrow and continued teaching his class.
When the announcement was made to go to the next class Spock watched with a pondering eye as McKayla left her hair tucked behind her Vulcan ears. Spock took a meditative position as it was now his planning period. He however was distracted by the events happening just outside his door.
McKayla glared daggers at the group of boys surrounding her. "What do you want?" The human boys closed in on her and McKayla tensed ready for a fight. One boy, the tallest and leader of the group-Zack- slammed McKayla's books from her hands. "That was not wise of you." He laughed. "You spend a week in that Vulcan's presence and you started speaking like him. You're such a freak." McKayla looked down at her books then back up at the much bigger men who where inching closer, the fray that was about to begin unnoticed by the other Starfleet students that were crowding the halls. "Don't call me that." Furry was boiling just below the surface, McKayla tried to suppress it but when Zack punched the part of her that was trying to suppress her fury stopped and her fury was going to be unleashed. He'd her in the 'stomach' and McKayla doubled over; he'd barely missed her heart. She righted herself as he readied to kick and she grabbed his foot and twisted his foot and drop kicked his face almost successfully knocking him unconscious. The other four looked at her shocked and jumped ready to tear her to bits. McKayla tensed and dodged as many blows as she could, blocking any attacks that would hit her torso. Using her body as a shield she attacked back warily. Spock opened his doors and the boys stopped McKayla being held up by two pinned against the wall. Other members of the academies staff soon joined and took the boys away, leaving McKayla with Spock. "Follow me to my office please." McKayla hesitantly nodded and bent to pick up her books only to find that Spock had already done it. She forced back tears and righted herself. "Thank you Commander." He nodded slightly and led her to the office located just to the side of his room.
Upon entering his office Spock motioned for McKayla to sit as he pulled out a med kit. McKayla grimaced at the thought of missing her next class, mechanics and engineering and looked around the very plain office. "Commander Xen knows you won't be attending his class today and will have all the assignments delivered to your dorm later this afternoon." McKayla nodded and Spock approached with a piece of gauze with antiseptic on it. McKayla fisted her hands and gritted her teeth at the pad connected with her cut, and Dr. McCoy walked in. "I'm here to see to Ms. McKayla's injuries." Spock nodded and pulled away to sit at his desk; watching as the junior medical officer tended to the young engineer's injuries. "Hello, I'm Dr. Leonard McCoy." McKayla nodded slightly a pained look on her face. "McKayla, nice to meet ya." McCoy offered a smile and began to tend to her injuries.
Within minutes he was finished and scanning over her heart. "You should rest a few days; you were hit fairly close to your heart, and could have caused damage that won't be seen for at least another 12 hours." McKayla nodded and tilted her head to the side. "Should I come see you tomorrow then Dr. McCoy?" He nodded and stood. "First thing in the morning please." McKayla nodded as he left and turned her attention back to Spock shyly. "You were raised human." McKayla nodded. "I was, both my parents perished along time ago Commander." Spock nodded and walked over to her kneeling by her side. "May I?" He reached up to touch her face and McKayla hesitantly nodded, a Vulcan mind meld, what better way to learn about what you are than experiencing what they can do.
Memories flashed before her eyes, looking into her mother's face for the first and last time, crying out when she was taken from her arms not understanding what was going on. But knowing that something was going horribly wrong. Being three years old and ignored by the other children having been out casted for her difference. It was why she'd been noticed by her adoptive parents. Her first fight in school defending herself after being pushed and was after that homeschooled. Her first Pon Farr, she'd almost succumbed to insanity but somehow her mother had pulled her from the edge, she'd spent two weeks asleep after it. Memories of being bullied and attacked as she grew up when playing outside by the same boys who'd tried to beat her up today. Her curiosity about the race she was part of, the nearing of her second Pon Farr…
McKayla pulled away feeling dizzy and shook her head. "I apologize." Spock said contemplating what he'd learned about her. "It's okay Commander…If I may ask…Can you teach me?" Spock looked at her for a moment before tilting his head to the side. "What do you wish to learn?" McKayla looked at her lap for a moment before looking back up at him. "How to be a Vulcan, how to control my emotions, everything." A smirk tugged at the edges of his lips unnoticed by McKayla, she was rather blunt but he admired her willingness to be taught. "Very well, we will begin tomorrow after your visit with Dr. McCoy." McKayla nodded and stood to leave. "Thank you Commander." He stood and gave the Vulcan salute. "Your first lesson, the Vulcan salute and farewell. Live long and Prosper." McKayla after a moment repeated the gesture. "Live long and Prosper." He nodded and McKayla left grinning to herself.
Back at her dorm McKayla stripped down to take a shower and looked at herself in the mirror, bruises marred her torso and a rather large one was on her face. Sighing to herself McKayla turned on the water and waited a moment for the water to warm and stepped in letting the warm water beat at her skin relaxing her tensed muscles. She remembered the anger that suddenly filled her body when Commander Spock had done the mind meld and he'd seen the memories of her being beaten up as she grew up. While he'd done that she hadn't been able to stop learning things about him. She recalled one vivid memory; he was confronted at 'school' as the other boys of the Vulcan race tried to get a human reaction from him for the 35 time and was rewarded when they call his father a traitor and his mother a whore. McKayla shook her head as a feeling of protectiveness washed over her. She ran a hand down her torso and laid a hand over her pounding heart. She was physically more Vulcan than human but because she was raised on earth, acted more human than Vulcan. McKayla grabbed her Japanese Cherry Blossom body wash; the next few days would indeed be long.
Spock closed his eyes tightly, her childhood had been worse than his. Though her adoptive parents clearly loved her, they didn't fully understand her. He'd felt the protective feeling wash over her when he'd melded their minds together. He'd been surprised by here genuine need to learn about her Vulcan heritage. Spock contemplated this as he took a seat on the floor and began meditating. Tomorrow he would begin teaching her how to use logic to control her emotions.
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AN: okay I know its short but I plan on writing longer chapters. Please R&R. thanks! ^_~
Catraina