Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters except for the ones I own.
Let it be known that Spock's current age is the equivalent to that of a human 15 year old. This chapter doesn't tell much, but basically, it is how Spock's life would have turned out had his human side taken over. Please be gentle with the flames, this is my first Star Trek fanfic, although I have been a faithful Trekie for a minimum of three years. Minimum. Now don't get me wrong, if I did anything wrong, anything, please tell me. But please just don't yell at me. I'm very fragile…^.~
One
The Collapse
Crisp, cool air flooded in through the window in small waves, each giving way slowly into the other. Spock shuddered lightly at the soft ice wafting across his face. He made a small noise, adjusting his position slightly.
" Spo-ock…" Amanda cooed at her son in a singsong tone as she sat perched beside him upon the edge of his bed, squeezing his shoulder lightly. "Time to wake up. Hurry, or you'll be late again. You wouldn't want to disappoint your father again, now would you?" That got his attention.
"What time is it?" His voice was tense and strained with concern as he bolted to a 'sitting up' position in his bed.
"Oh calm down Spock. You're not that late. You have an hour yet." As he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, she laughed her wonderfully carefree laugh and watched, pleased, as her son smiled at the mere bubbly of it. She knew that she would not be allowed this luxury for much longer. Spock was becoming better and better at controlling his open display of emotion. Amanda was excruciatingly aware of his progress, it pained her to no end. She had always known that this day would come; she just hadn't expected it to sneak up on her like this. She sighed and told him to get ready and that she would make him breakfast if he hurried.
Spock watched his mother exit the room and he sighed, knowing that he would never be able to express his love to her through even something as simple as a hug, or peck on the cheek. He only hoped that she understood.
He glanced at the clock and nearly had a heart attack as he realized that he had forgotten about his project. It was due that morning. Grabbing his pillow, he buried his face in it quite roughly and proceeded to scream in frustration, anger, stress, despair, and any other heavy-laden emotion that he had been repressing for the past six weeks. He screamed until his voice grew hoarse and he was short of breath. He stood quickly, too quickly. His vision blurred, he grew dizzy, and staggering toward the doorway, he locked it, so that it was not to be opened except by his password spoken in his voice followed by a retina scan which was set to match only his own. Falling to the floor a disoriented mass, he huddled himself into the fetal position, letting the heavy waves of sobs overtake him.
One Year Later
The desert winds howling over the flat, dry terrain blew red desert sand into the opening of a small, hardly noticeable cave, tucked in between the rocks of a canyon. The inhabitants hardly noticed, much less cared. Loud screams of pain echoed through the