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A human alien
He really felt comfortable among humans. Their company suited him. Yes, they could be highly unreasonable, impatient, egoistic and most illogical. But all the same only them could be so passionate, so selfless, empathetic, compassionate. So... human.
But it wasn't the only reason why he quite enjoyed sharing his life with them. It was something deep inside him, something he didn't want to admit, even to himself.
He was an alien for them, that was the reason. They perceived him as a Vulcan. He had always longed to be treated like that. He had always felt isolated due to his human half. Because just as humans seemed to easily forget about it, Vulcans kept it in their minds. No matter what he achieved, how he behaved, how he tried to prove that he really was a Vulcan, he had always been alien in a way for his own kin.
When among people, he could finally feel like a real Vulcan.
Of course he was aware that the Captain remembered about his human half. Jim knew him only too well. But there was one more person who, despite repeated reminders about his Vulcan appearance, didn't forget about his dual nature.
Time and time again, Leonard McCoy demanded that Spock admitted to having emotions. And while Spock wasn't going to say it aloud, deep inside him he was quite grateful for that. All his life he wanted to be treated like a normal Vulcan. He achieved his goal. And yet as the Doctor reminded him of his unwanted, carefully concealed half, he didn't mind. He really didn't.
Because it enraptured him no end that this possibly most human of all humans really could see a human inside him.
A/N: What do you think?