A/N: So, I had been browsing through the old ST XI kink meme prompts and in part two I found this amazing prompt:
Kirk/Spock, a drug or illness causes Spock's mind to deteriorate and he loses his intelligence along with his control over his emotions.
And I thought "hey, Flowers for Algernon anyone?"
I'm sorry, probably-long-gone-OP-anon, that I am not really following the prompt you gave – this is what came from it. The story will be posted in journal entry-like chapters.
Flowers for I-Chaya
They always call me an abomination and mother is sad. I do not quite understand why she is sad or what abomini.. abominition, no, a-bo-mi-na-tion is and father never tells.
Father is never sad. I think he's never anything. Every time I look at him he looks completely the same, but his brows – they are the only thing about him that changes – up, down, up, down. When I do something what makes mother smile, only raises his eyebrows, when something what makes mother scowl or cry happens, the eyebrows are down – tiny, tiny bit from where they normally are, but I know.
Apart from mother and father and some other Vulcans (they always start to act strange when I walk around – I may not be as smart as them are, but I still know what is happening around) there is one more member of our household.
A sehlat of name I-Chaya.
I like him. They wanted to kill him for not being "properly developed" when he was born, but I stole him before they could do it and fought them when they tried to take him away. I was feeding him when he was still a little cub, kept him warm at all times and we are friends. He is my best friend, even if the servants say that it's i-lo-gi-cal t have 'friends', as well as placing pre-fe-ren-ces on it.
"You're just stupid Earther!" sounds from behind me. I sigh. Almost every day when I walk from the school where I learn how to write, read and count (I'm learning how to do that properly – my mother argued with father at length for me to be allowed to have the same options as other boys of my age), three (one, two, yes, three) boys start to follow me, throwing in-sul-ting words at me. 'Earther' is the first one they ever used (when I told mother, she started crying and father's eyebrows des-cen-ded slightly), and they sometimes say things like 'barbarian' or 'Terran'. Or is it 'terrain'?
One day, when Sofek (one of the boys who follow me) says it's un-der-stand-da-ble I'm an idiot, when my pet sehlat is idiot and my mother is human. That I never will be true Vulcan. I remembered tears of my mother – and when Sopek throws a stone at me, saying my mother is 'whore' (I do not know what it means – but it has to be something bad, because Sofek, Sopek or Stark would never say anything nice about her), I jump at the closest one and hit him in the face.
Father is not looking pleased when I am brought home. My lip hurts from hit I took from Stark, mother carefully cleans where it's bleeding. "Spock, darling, why did you get into fight?" she asks. "He said you are terrain… Terran," I correct myself, "whore."
She falls completely silent and her eyes are full of tears. Father says nothing, just his eyebrows move down a bit before he's called away by a servant. He got a call, if I understood it cor-rect-ly. Mother held me close to her, caressing my hair. I liked to be held like that. She and I-Chaya had been the only ones who allowed me to be that close to them.
Father returns and tells me to go to my room. I hear mother's raised voice, slamming doors and the next day, when I get up, mother tells me I'm not going to school anymore. The call from yesterday was by Stark's father, who complained – and I was banned from school, because I'm ag-gres-si-ve (that means I'm attacking everything and everyone around, I looked that up later). When Sopek, Sofek and Stark see me next time, they added another bad word. They call me 'failure.'
Mother is sad. Father says nothing.