#♡ * ⁎ ┈ ch . jim kirk

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[Spock] Kind of Human

♫ - Science and Faith - The Script

For a lovely Anon, enjoy! ♡

Having a Vulcan parent and a human parent usually would create some sort of tension in a person, and possibly an air of confliction when it came to emotion. Though, luckily indeed, your parents were happy to let you choose your own destiny, whether that be your human heritage or your Vulcan heritage. What mattered to them, was that you were happy.

Having applied for the Vulcan Science Academy, you were awaiting a decision on your acceptance when you learned of Starfleet's recruitment programme, and instead opted for that. The idea of travelling space and meeting and working with new species was fascinating to you, and quite frankly an offer you couldn't refuse.

Your acceptance letter for Starfleet came in, and you were packed and ready to leave Vulcan in pursuit of your dreams. You were skilled in Xenobiology, and that was the course you had chosen to take at the academy.

"Though I would have loved for you to attend our academy, I'm happy your doing what's best for you, Y/N, I wish you luck on your adventures out there, my child." Your mother beamed, and though she was Vulcan, you heard the aura of humour in her first words, causing you to chuckle.

"I'll be sure to update you with everything, mother, thank you for letting me go."

"Such a thing is not my choice, Y/N, it is up to you to decide your life."

Smiling, she took you in for a hug, and you reciprocated all too quickly. In the midst, your father had made his was over, engulfing the two of you in his own hug, causing all three of you to laugh in unsion.

"Hugs without me? Not in this household.." he trailed off, feigning hurt. Your mother swatted him playfully.

"Y/N is due to leave, we must get every hug we can."

"Quite right," your father agreed, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up as though you were a child. Laughter ensued once more, and he placed you down with a kiss to your head.

"Do us proud, kid."

That was five years ago, now. You'd been given your first assignment upon graduating the academy with flying colours. It was aboard the Enterprise, one of the Federation's esteemed ships, and you couldn't be more excited. She'd been out on her voyage for two years now, and was due to gain a couple of new recruits, you being one of them. The next day couldn't roll around quick enough.

It did eventually arrive, however, and you stepped aboard the Enterprise with awe. The captain was there to greet you, a smile on his face.

"You must be Ensign Y/N, of course, welcome aboard. I'm Captain Kirk."

"A pleasure, Captain, thank you for having me." You smiled, confidence unrivalled.

"With a brain like yours, it would be rather stupid to say no." He winked and held his hand out to motion you to walk. "This way, Y/N, we'll have you down in the labs once you're settled."

He walked you the whole way, an unusual thing for a captain to do, you thought, though in reality you hadn't ever been on a ship so it may well have been normal. The atmosphere was lovely and you had already begun to settle.

After a solid six hours in the labs, your work break had rolled around and you made your way to the mess hall, congratulating yourself in your head on only getting lost once. Grabbing some food, you were unsure of where to sit, before a hand motioned you over, one that belonged to your captain.

"Please, have a seat with us, Y/N," Jim began, as you sat rather cautiously beside a man in a blue shirt, opposite the captain and a Vulcan. "I'd like you to meet our very own Chief Medical Officer, Leonard McCoy, but we call him Bones."

"A pleasure," you smiled, and he reciprocated.

"As it is you.." he trailed off, forgetting your name.

"Oh! Y/N, my apologies."

"Y/N, it's good to have you here."

"And," the captain continued, "This is my first officer, Mr. Spock."

"Ambassador Sarek's son?" you questioned, realising now why he seemed familiar.

"Indeed. You are well versed in Vulcan government?" Spock asked. You chuckled to yourself lightly.

"You could say that, Mr. Spock."

He raised his brow out of curiosity, and Bones laughed to himself. Briefly, you caught the captains eye as it happened, and Jim shot you a look as to say there was about to be an argument. Narrowing your eyes at him, he sent you a smirk as what he had predicted began.

"You Vulcans and your righteousness," Bones started, glaring at Spock. " It could be, just maybe, Y/N simply knows who your father is, not everyone has to be well read on your people, Spock. Perhaps he's visited Earth, being their Ambassador, or perhaps-"

"Perhaps being Vulcan myself, I've run into him a couple of times, on.. well.. you know.. Vulcan."

The captain laughed heartily, already having read your personal file and knowing your heritage. Spock simply raised his eyebrows again, dissapointed in himself for not having noticed your right ear poking out slightly from your hair that had, for the most part, covered the tops of your ears. Bones was the only one to audibly answer.

"You're not a Vulcan." His statement seemed more like a question, but an uncertain one for sure.

Saying nothing, you shrugged, tucking your hair behind your left ear and taking a bite of your food. Bones' eyes widened.

"You're a Vulcan."

Jim, by now, was at the height of amusement., and even Spock's face showed a small hint of humour. Bones was the only one seemingly not having any of it.

"You don't have a Vulcan-sounding name, though?"

"My father is human. My mother is Vulcan. I'm kind of human?" You added the last part to try and console the poor doctor, who looked distraught, despite the fact you weren't sure as to why.

Bones placed his head in his hands and groaned.

"Oh god, not another one."

Jim was laughing and you had joined in, as confused as you were to Bones' distress. The sound of your table was becoming louder in the mostly empty mess hall. Through your laughter, you looked up to Spock who had the faintest hint of a smile on his face. You smiled back, your brain clocking on to the fact he was rather handsome.

"I would love to hear more of your life on Vulcan, Ensign." Spock spoke once the laughter had died down to mere chuckles.

"Of course, Commander. As would I you, it is not often you meet someone from the House of Sarek, and if you're anything like your father, I assume you have many a story and quite the brain up there." You smiled and winked at him. Spock simply nodded and tilted his head to the side, his emotional side processing the compliment but his Vulcan side not allowing him to accept it.

"Jim, they're at it already!" Bones complained, and Jim swatted him. The table simply stayed in good faith, you and Spock sharing quick glances of interest at one another and Bones grumbling about how he hated Vulcans, "just so damn much." You would have been offended if you hadn't felt the vibes around the table and the looks from the captain to tell you he wasn't hostile and didn't really mean it.

All in all, it was a very nice first day. The good graces and happy feelings around the table made you certain of one thing; you were in for a turbulent and interesting next few years.