Differences

 

Title: Differences
Pairing: None, Prime's POV
Rating: pg
Summary: Done for

musing_way

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Prompt was 'School'. Not sure about this one, wrote it under a time limit in a challenge with a friend and it seems a few different stories mushed into one.
 

 

 

    In the days following Nero's defeat, I have had the opportunity to watch my younger self in his capacity as officer and instructor back at the Academy. Granted these were not normal circumstances by any means, but the universe would go on and there were things the surviving cadets had to finish in their classrooms and already a new class of recruits had arrived.
 

    Although it is my wish that my younger self discovers his destiny at Kirk's side, with Dr. McCoy, Lt. Uhura, Lt. Sulu, Ensign Chekov and of course Scotty, I cannot help but be fascinated by the small differences in this time line. From Jim's startling blue eyes, so different from the golden hazel I recalled of my T'hy'la's to this Nyota's fluency in many languages (I had not heard another human speak Vulcan so fluently since my mother). My younger self seemed more at home here on Earth, amongst Terrans, but there was a quiet rage that boiled underneath him that bothered me.
 

    The rage, which with his other emotions, he controlled much better than I had at his age, was all but forgotten when I watched him instruct a new recruit class in computer basics. Even if he chose not to take the First Officer's position that Kirk was holding open for him (Jim and I had dinner a few evenings ago and he mentioned he was holding the position open, hoping that Spock would approach him), he would have a future teaching.
 

    He demanded perfection from his students, but he was patient with them, patient and although not noticeable to the average emotional human's eye, kind with them. It made me reflect on my own experience as a student, back on Vulcan. Even though your average Vulcan would say it illogical to judge a person based on parentage, amongst not only my classmates (whom many of which, one could call cruel by human standards in their dealings with me) but my professors there was clear sense they did not expect as much of me due to my heritage. Did my younger self here, not encounter those attitudes growing up? Or did he encounter them on a more severe level than I did and this was his way of compensating?
 

    As I made my way to the Vulcan Embassy for a meeting with Sarek, one of the few people who knew my true identity, that I was Spock, not Selek, I resolved to speak to him and later my younger self, on the subject.