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Spock's family on his mother's side has always been we’ll… bizarre. His mother was a descendant of the Joestar bloodline and Brando line (which still made no sense to genealogists or him) and in turn him. He had the star birthmark on the back of his neck like his mother and her ancestors before her, this was not normal for a Vulcan or even a human. He was ridiculed as a child by everyone except his mother for being the way he was. She would tell him stories that would tell of his ancestor that had been past down for years. These stories were nothing but fiction to him, Spock knew it was not possible, no matter what his mother said which she insisted they were all true. It was almost insulting to try and make him believe in invisible ghosts called stands and vampires, including one being his ancestor. He was Vulcan, he did not believe in fairy tales, not even for his mother. Over the years he learned how to hide his birthmark from wondering eyes to avoid unwanted questions.
Later in life he decided to join Star fleet, a decision that his father had disagreed with greatly. That was not Spock’s problem, it was his fathers and if he chose not to talk to him that was his choice. He passed the academy with flying colors and was posted at a ship called The Enterprise. He served under captain Pike for years when Pike announced he was leaving along with almost half of the crew. This was a shock to Spock to say the least, Pike was someone he had much respect for. Unlike most he respected Spock's boundaries, something that was rare for humans. He knew very little of the new captain Kirk, only how he was going to be the youngest captain in the fleet's history. Spock did not know how to feel about this, from his point of view that meant that he did not have the much needed diplomatic diplomacy a captain would need. Another fact that was nagging at his head was that there would be a new doctor and he would have to explain his one of a kind biology and the star on the back of his neck. Even if it was in his file most medical professionals still ask about it. He did not care to explain why he has it, it did not affect his health or his work in any shape or form.
Meeting Kirk was something different than he thought it would be. He was respectful of him and his space, he was kind and did not try to get a rise out of him like so many others have. It was nice. The new doctor on the other hand was not this. He made rude comments about him and Vulcan as a whole, he even asked about the birthmark which was to be expected but was not welcomed.
“What’s with that thing on your shoulder?” Dr. McCoy asked even if he should have read of it in his report.
“As you should have read in my files, Doctor, it is a birthmark.” Spock said with as little emotion as he normally did.
“Well it ain't like any birthmark I've ever seen,” The Good Doctor said.
“That is not my problem, Doctor,”
“Well, Spock your as healthy as a horse. A green blooded hobgoblin horse, but a healthy horse.”
“Thank you Doctor, now I will be on my way,” Spock said, getting up to go back to his station.
“OK Spock see you,” McCoy said, not looking at him as he walked out of the sick bay.