Spock backstory, enjoy!


Spock tumbled to the ground and promptly jumped back up. No blood. He took a stance to defend himself. The sparring continued.

Training in this manner-that is, until beating a person or being beaten until unable to in any way defend themselves-was difficult. But useful at the very least.

He landed a few blows on his opponent. Finally knocking him down, Spock didn't let him get up. He held him down.

"Do you yield?"

"Yes." Spock let the other Vulcan up. Both young men often trained together. Being able to defend oneself was a highly logical attribute for a Vulcan to have. Especially for Spock.

"Are your plans still the same?" he was asked.

"Yes. I will go to Earth and to the Academy." the other Vulcan nodded. He offered Spock the Salute.

"A long life, Spock. I cannot offer you peace, you've denied that for yourself." Spock replied.

"Live long and Prosper." Spock left to go home.


'home' to Spock was his parent's house. His mother was human, an odd human with a respect for aliens. She had lost nearly all connection to her family in choosing to marry a Vulcan. His existence did not help matters.

His appearance was Vulcan, so as far as the members of the Fleet who occupied Vulcan were concerned, he was. But, his human heritage, and years of academic work, allowed him a place The Imperial Fleet Academy.

Spock was shoved out of the way by a passing solider. He did not stumble and kept walking.

"Gonna ignore me, Vulcan?" Spock turned back around, the solider and his companion had turned back to face him.

"I assure you I was not ignoring you. Merely continuing on my way."

"Continuing on his way." the other solider ( a woman) sauntered toward him. "Aliens, no respect. At all."

"Technically, in this situation you are the alien, as I was born here and my ancestors were descended from here, whereas you were born on another planet and have no ancestry here."

She hit him in the face as hard as she could.

"Fucking Vulcans." she whipped around, going back to her partner. "Never worth anything." Spock could feel blood dripping from his nose.

"Tell me, were you drafted?"

"As if we'd choose to come to this hellhole." said the man. "Of course we were drafted."

"I will be leaving for Earth to Study at the Imperial Academy in less than a week. in a matter of years I will outrank you, regardless of my heritage." Spock said. He turned and left, only to have his arm grabbed.

"That time isn't yet, you ought to learn some respect before I pull an agonizer on you."

"You may if you wish, I have trained to be unable to feel pain." this was a lie, one Spock was nearly certain would cause the man to leave him alone.

The solider let go. "C'mon." he said to the woman and they walked away. Spock turned and went home, walking swiftly.


"Spock." he entered the house and his mother immediately came to him. "Go pack now. You leave in an hour."

"I leave in three days."

"No. You leave in one hour. Or, you don't leave at all." she said. "Go, get your bags."

"I won't have the chance to see father then?" Spock and his father did not get along, but it still seemed like he ought to at least say goodbye. To his surprise his mother turned away.

"No. You won't." she said, back turned, the way her arms were positioned showed they were over her face. "He's dead."

"How?" Spock asked. He showed no emotion, nor did he feel any. if there was any emotion to his father's death, he would discern it later.

"You're choice to attend the academy-which I still full support-caused more strife than you know, Spock. And your father-he...Spock. He died because of you."

"I never intended his death."

"Well, he's dead. Because someone-I haven't even been told who-was overly upset about a Vulcan entering the Fleet of his own volition." Amanda had begun to speak in a monotone, no emotion at all. It was an ability she had gained from spending years among Vulcans, and only chose to implement when she was in a strong emotional state. Spock would not admit it, but seeing all emotion simply leave his mother always startled him.

"The transport leaves from the main station in under and hour now. you leave with it."

"Mother-"

"Gather your things and get out." she said. "Immediately. You no longer live here." Spock nodded, went to his room and got the bags he had kept packed for an illogical amount of time. And he left. He didn't say goodbye. it was pointless, she had made that clear. He could not blame her though, he had inadvertently cause the death of a man she had given up quite literally everything for.

He found the transport and got on, knowing he may never return to Vulcan.


Spock glanced up as a young man was flung into his new room, roughly enough the boy nearly fell over.

"Hello." said Spock. "I assume you are my roommate." The boy whipped around, he glared, clutching his hands into fists.

"Of course they stick me in with a damn alien." he muttered. "I'm Leonard McCoy anyhow. The fuck are you?"

"Spock." Spock stuck out his hand to shake the other boy's. the greeting made him uncomfortable, but it was the correct thing to do.

"I am not touching you." he said. "You're crawling with germs."

"most likely none that are dangerous to you."

"I don't care. I don't touch other people. Got it?" Spock pulled back his hand.

"Yes. why were you brought here so...violently?"

"I'm a draftee. They don't like me or trust me." he sat on the edge of a bed. "I'm only here because the Fleet desperately need doctors. And I wanted to be one."

"I am here for a variety of purposes."

"Whatever. I don't really give a shit about you. Leave me alone and I'll leave you alone."

"I am agreeable to that arrangement."

"Good." McCoy began to unpack, the ends of his sleeves pulled over his hands. After wards they both sat in silence, reading and preparing for the year that awaited them. Until a third you man entered the room...