Emotionless (Spock Love Story) -COMPLETE

The First Day of My Last Semester of My Last Year

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters except my own or yada yada but we all know that cause this is fanfiction.

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Okay! So I've wanted to do this for forever. So here it is.

I already have the entire story written out, but I'll be making changes as I change little things around if I need to!

Enjoy! :)

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I walked into the first class of my last semester before I (finally) got my PhD in both Astrophysics and Xenobiology with my Masters in Chemistry. I also minored in Xenoanthropology, which was much more interesting than I had originally anticipated. It was 0713 hours and class would be starting in a mere 17 minutes.

It has been four and a half years since I came to the academy after I graduated from high school at 17, and I spent every single semester - including summer vacations and winter breaks - studying, working my butt off to work towards my goal, and here I finally was.

Neither of my parents had wanted me to join Starfleet-especially my half-Vulcan, half-Human mother. My Betazoid father, however, saw that deep in my heart, that was what I truly wanted and although he didn't like the idea, he understood that I truly felt this was where I was supposed to be.

The night before this class, my father and I talked for the first time in almost two weeks. He called me from our home in Dublin at a very late hour for him. While it was dinner time for me, it was 0100 hours for him. He told me he and my mother got into an argument just before she headed off to Vulcan once again to visit her mother. He assured me that it had been planned for weeks anyway, that it was one of her trips, which she took once every two months, but I wasn't too sure I believed him. I was almost certain her last visit was barely over a month ago. Although my mother was half Vulcan, she was prone to bursts of fury in which she either burst at the person who was causing her so much pain or she left for Vulcan - often for at least a week.

I missed my father. It was always difficult for me growing up - emotionally, at least. As I was 1/4 human, it was slightly difficult to hide my emotions. As I was 1/2 Betazoid, it made my emotions even more difficult for me to handle as my race did not control their emotions and they could sense (as well as take on) the emotions of others. And to make things even worse - being 1/4 Vulcan, my emotions raged deeper and more violently than anyone else. Unfortunately, the genetics regarding control were nonexistent in me, as instead I was gifted with their green blood, pointed ears, extreme sensitivity to touch, and the ability to mind-meld (which I probably only had from the Betazoid ability to do something very similar, though at this time I had never created that bond, since the bond was only ever made with a mate). Though it was very difficult for me growing up, and I had many emotional issues, my father was always there to help me through.

My mother, oh goodness, don't get me started with her.

And despite what you may be expecting, I mean that in a very loving way.

I was closer to my mom than I was to anyone. She and I had a very special bond. I had always looked up to her - respected her above just about anyone else. She typically has a lot of control over her emotions, and I had been able to feel each and every one. There had been many times where my mother and I had engaged in a telepathic link very similar to a mind-meld so she could teach me the Vulcan way of control as best she could. Although my mother had never said "I love you," to me, I knew she did. She did everything she could to keep me happy. Her love was unspoken.

She was who I always wanted to be.

I had been so caught up in my thoughts about my parents that I hadn't even acknowledged the Commander, who had been sitting at his desk since I walked in.