This book is something I wrote back in the mid 1980s for a snailmail fanzine titled Spock's Childhood, that I had happened across. It's also the first fictional story that I ever wrote.
Over the years, I lost my copy of the story. But one day, when online, I determined that I wanted to try and get a copy of the story, as it was the first piece of fiction that I ever wrote. So, I went a searching. Lo and behold, I was able to find the woman who published the fanzine and got in contact with her.
She was able to get me a copy of my story, and I went over it; edited it and added another chapter to it. Thanks to Robin.
This story is based on the original Star Trek episode, Journey To Babel.
Hope you enjoy it.
He was a most logical Vulcan,
She was an illogical Earthwoman,
Their path's did unite.
From the two paths came another,
Not all Vulcan,
And not all of Earth.
Poor little one.
His life's road, a shaky one,
Trod between Vulcan and Earth.
Chapter 1 - An end to learning
All the years of childhood training and learning were finished. The completion ritual of last night had been the final step in signifying Spock an adult. Now he had to decide what would be his next step. His parents would not expect an immediate decision. He would have time to think …. and that, he needed to do very badly.
Almost instinctively, Spock had come to the tranquil walled garden of his home. Or more accurately, his parent’s home, as he was now expected to …. what?
It was so peaceful here. This had always been his haven as a child. It had been a place to come and compose himself after all the taunts and teases of others. Ee'Chiya had always been here, ready to listen or to muffle his tears. But Spock had come a long way since that time, his emotions, his human half was more readily under control now. The garden was still a haven though, a haven of quiet where he could compose his thoughts. His father felt that Spock should apply to the Vulcan Science Academy, the way he had, the way his father had. But was that what he, Spock, wanted?
There was another choice, although his father would never consider it a choice! Starfleet, he could apply to Starfleet. Should he though? His father would be so defiantly against it. His mother, what would she say?
Spock knew her answer to that, she would tell him to live his own life and make his own choices. Whatever direction he chose she would support him.
"Spock," Amanda repeated.
"I said that the evening meal is ready. Apparently you didn't hear me. You looked like you were a million miles away."
"Not quite that far away, Mother." Just as far as Starfleet, Spock thought to himself.
His mother gave him a questioning look. "Spock, is there anything wrong?"
"No, Mother, why should there be anything wrong."
"No reason I guess. Spock, I'm here if you need someone to talk to."
"I know, Mother. Hadn't we better go on, Father will be waiting on us."
She had sensed he was bothered about something. There wasn't much that he could hide from his mother. Spock could conceal such things from his father, but not his mother. She somehow always seemed to know.