I've got waaay too many new Star Trek stories floating around in my head. This is one of them. It's an alpha/beta/omega universe. Those are pretty cool. This won't be long. Maybe five or six chapters.
The first time Spock noticed him, the cadet was fresh off a shuttle returning from the Kirk Shipyard. He oozed the same cocky, self assured attitude of every alpha Spock had ever interacted with. There was nothing, so far as Spock could see, particularly special about him. He was beautiful, exquisitely so, but others could claim the same. There was nothing which should have drawn his interest when so many before him could not.
And then the wind changed. Oh gods, his scent.
Vulcans senses were roughly three times that of any human. As an alpha, more correctly, the only Vulcan alpha, Spock's were -painfully- acute.
The golden haired cadet smelt delicious, like hot musk and something sweet, even with the, no doubt, high level suppressants he used to drown out his natural scent. It made Spock's mouth water. Literally.
Before he could take more than two steps forward, the reigns of his control snapped into place. Itching, searching hands tightened into fists behind his back as his spine straightened and he waited for the cadets to clear his path.
Just as they were herded around the corner, the blonde head turned and startlingly blue eyes found his own. For a moment which lasted more than forever and less than a second, innocent sapphire eyes drilled into Spock's own. He watched as dread filtered though those alluring eyes and the cadet turned and ran from him.
Alone, he let himself breathe a sigh of relief.
Spock walked home at a sedate pace, eager beneath his cold Vulcan exterior, to meditate and strengthen his shields. The cadet, Jim as his sharp hearing observed, had effectively shattered them. Unfamiliar thoughts and feelings raced through his mind, the humans and other species of central San Francisco unintentionally blearing their innermost secrets to him.
As the cool afternoon breeze blew through the streets, stirring up empty packaging, scarves and women's dresses, Spock shuddered.
Humans had seemed confusing enough when his shields were functioning at full capacity. Now, privy to their unfiltered thoughts and emotions, they seemed every bit as cruel as the Vulcans of his childhood.
Whispers of thought assailed him. Xenophobia left over from the attack on Kelvin had given the average Human the reminder that Vulcans were stronger, faster, smarter, telepathic. Just as Vulcans had been more inclined to notice the Human need to lie, cheat and be ruled by their turbulent, unpredictable emotions.
Spock now knew, without a doubt, that there were Humans who despised him as a Vulcan as much as those on Vulcan hated him as a half breed.
He slipped off the street and into a high class apartment building, nodded to the Humans at reception and called the lift.
The telepathic assault only ended when he'd locked himself in his apartment. For once he was glad his father was the Ambassador and he'd been given such an expansive living space. Instead of appearing devoid of life as it usually did, it was now a safe haven in a ruthless world which tested his emotional control. Where Spock had often had felt the sting of loneliness -Vulcans were highly social beings, they were touch telepaths for a reason- he now understood it's necessity.
Spock strode into his bedroom and folded himself down onto his meditation mat. A few hours of deep meditation were required before he could even begin to think about burrowing into his cosy nest of blankets and pillows and sleeping off the day.
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Disclaimer: If I owned Star Trek I wouldn't be writing half-ass fanfics and crying about the lack of smexy times between Spock and Kirk, would I? Non. I don't even make money from this. My life. :/