Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Star Trek or Harry Potter. They belong to J.J Abrams, Gene Roddenberry and J.K Rowling. I'm merely borrowing them for my amusement.

Warnings: slash (malexmale pairings), threesomes, violence, AU (alternate universe), OCC

Pairings: Established Spock/Kirk, Sulu/Chekov, Scotty/Uhura, Future Spock/Harry/Kirk

4. Healing

It was chaos around the Medical Bay as various doctors and nurses rushed around to tend to the injured. Harry was currently tending to an engineer who had a severe case of second degree burns from a fire that broke out at his station. The wizard grunted as the ship lurched, they were still under attack. He briefly thought of his friends on the bridge, imaging Jim sitting in his chair his handsome face set in stern seriousness as he gave out orders.

He could see Spock hunched over his station as he murmured calculations to himself; Uhura moving her delicate fingers over her council her beautiful face set in determination. And of course Sulu and Chekov were giving all they got, working together in a partnership that few could match while Scotty rushed around the lower decks his mind working out a thousand solutions to help save their skin. No doubt that they were all working hard to keep the rest of them alive.

"That's why I must do the same," he thought to himself. But it was mayhem with everyone running around and more injured pouring in by the minute. Harry could barely move from his spot without someone crashing into him, let alone allow him to get what he needed. And more than once he along with others had dropped equipment or medicine. It was insane.

A groan from his patient snapped Harry's attention to him. Chewing on his bottom lip, he glanced around quickly grateful that many were too distracted to notice him. If there was one thing Harry had learned in this new time was that muggles had certainly developed in astonishing ways. No one would question the engineer's rapid healing for they had various devices that could heal burns within minutes. And the man was certainly too drugged up and numb to realize what was going on.

"It'll be okay," he whispered to his patient despite the fact that the man probably couldn't hear him. Holding out his hand and drawing his magic forth till he felt it tingling in his fingers, Harry murmured a spell softly. Bottle green eyes watched as the burns began to heal, the skin knitting itself together. It went on for several minutes before he finally finished, pulling his hand away and smiling. Magic or medicine, it did the trick and what the muggles didn't know wouldn't hurt them.

As he moved the engineer to one of the beds, Harry perked when he heard McCoy shouting for him, obviously needing his assistance. Quickly checking over the man to make sure he was comfortable and fully healed, Harry swiftly turned and weaved through the chaos as he made his way over to his fellow doctor and friend. There was still much work to be done.

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~Seth