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.

Warnings: Slash (male/male pairings), M-Pregy (male pregnancy) threesome, AU, violence, language, angst, character deaths, psychological/anxiety disorders, sexual situations, etc.

Pairings: Spock/Harry/Kirk; hints of Sulu/Chekov, Scotty/Uhura and McCoy/Chapel

4. Examination

"Harry," Jim sighed as concern colored his voice. Said wizard shifted in his seat briefly feeling like a child being scolded. Instead of focusing on his blond husband, he stared down at his tray of food that was barely touched. It wasn't that he had no appetite, on the contrary he was starving. But over the last few weeks Harry had been finding it difficult to keep anything down despite his best efforts. Now he was wary of eating since he suspected that perhaps he was ill.

"This has gone on long enough," Spock stated, "You must have Leonard examine you."

"Spock's right," Jim agreed, "I don't know why you've been putting this off, it's probably just some sort of cold or virus."

"I've been busy Jim, we all have," Harry argued, "Or have you forgotten that fiasco with the Klingons just last week? And then those alien spore things the week before? I've barely had time to sleep properly, let alone get a check up. That's probably why I'm sick now, I haven't been able to really relax."

"Babe, you work in Sick Bay. It's not going to take Bones long to just give you a quick examination and then let you get back to work," Jim frowned obviously worried. The wizard had already lost some weight because of his inability to eat and it was scaring not only Jim, but Spock too. They just wanted their bond mate to be safe and healthy, hence their nagging.

Feeling their anxiety though the bond, Harry sighed and reached over to take their hands squeezing them briefly as he tried to offer reassurance. He gave them a faint smile, "Sorry, I'm just being sensitive and moody for whatever reason. If it'll ease your minds, I'll make an appointment with Leonard as soon as lunch is over."

"Thank you Harry, we appreciate your understanding," Spock nodded his head in gratitude.

"We just want to keep you around for a long time babe. You know us, we worry," Jim kissed the young doctor's forehead.

"I know. I think just this lack of sleep, food and these crazy hours have been screwing with my head," Harry sighed. At least he hoped those were the reasons. He had no other explanation for his sensitive stomach and loss of weight unless it was truly some sort of illness. Best to just bite the bullet and figure out what's wrong rather than waiting and letting it get worse.

When the end of his break drew closer, Harry stood with his tray, "I should head back. I'll talk to Leonard and have him check me over."

Spock nodded in approval while Jim smiled, "You do that. And I will check with Bones just to make sure, no way are you weaseling out of this."

"Yes dear," the wizard teased, bestowing a kiss for each of them before disposing of his leftovers and walking off. Trekking through the halls, he nodded and smiled to various officers who passed him but didn't stop for small talk. If he was late, McCoy would be sure to give him an ear full and considering his stress at the moment, Harry would rather not deal with it.

It took a few minutes before Harry crossed the threshold of Sick Bay, waving to Nurse Chapel who returned the gesture. Making a beeline for McCoy's office, he paused to knock. He was an English gentleman after all and despite his rush, he didn't forget his manners. A gruff voice beckoned his entry and he stepped through.

"I'm back," he greeted.

McCoy glanced up from his paperwork, a tray of half eaten food nearby. He nodded, "Looks like it. Enjoy family time?"

"It was just me and the ball and chain today. The boys decided to camp out in Teddy's room for lunch," Harry replied smiling.

"Those kids are going to be workaholics just like their dads," McCoy snorted fondly.

Harry shrugged, "I suppose it runs in the family. But as charming as this witty conversation is, I need to ask you something Leo."

McCoy straightened in his seat, frowning faintly, "What's wrong kid?"

"Nothing serious, I just need you to examine me. Been feeling a little under the weather lately and I wanted to make sure that it's nothing serious."

"Under the weather how?" McCoy asked even as he stood and began to drag Harry toward one of the examination areas.

"Just a few odd things. I've been losing quite a bit of weight even though most of the time I'm famished for food. But for some peculiar reason, my stomach has become sensitive to what I eat. Usually it only takes one bite and I gag, I don't want to eat it anymore. Hell, even smells of certain foods are putting me off," Harry explained as he stripped off his uniform shirts and sat on the bio bed while McCoy flittered around preparing equipment.

"Is that it?" the older doctor inquired running a scanner over him.

"I've been getting stomach cramps, not as bad as the ones a few months ago after the surgery but still a bit annoying. Thankfully they don't happen as often and they usually last only a few minutes. There is some dizziness and fatigue, but nothing really new considering the hellish weeks we've been having."

"And that's it?"

"Yeah, that's pretty much it. But no fever, no coughing or chills, no sore throat or anything else."

"Hmmm," McCoy hummed thoughtfully staring at his tricorder thoughtfully before setting it aside, "Readings show that everything's pretty normal although your hormone levels are pretty high, estrogen especially which is odd. Probably going to have to take a few samples in order to get a better idea of what we're dealing with."

"You don't think it's the new organs do you?" Harry questioned, feeling a twinge of fear.

McCoy shook his head, "No, that's not it. We monitored you after the surgery to ensure that the organs would function normally and they did. Also, besides your sensitive stomach and a few cramps, there's no indication that your new organs are the cause of your discomfort. There would have to be blood involved for me to worry, more importantly you vomiting or pissing it out."

"How crude," Harry smirked a little.

"Yeah yeah," McCoy waved him off moving to gather supplies. In the end, Harry remained passive as he gave blood, was swabbed, urinated in a cup and endured various other tests in order to gather samples to be analyzed. It only took fifteen minutes, but his boss seemed satisfied.

"I'll give these a look as soon as I can. I can probably have the results to you within the next day or two."

"Thank you Leonard, I appreciate it. And I'm sure Spock and Jim will be grateful as well," Harry said as he straightened his uniform, "Certainly will placate them for a while."

"Hey you married them, you have to deal with the nagging."

Harry laughed, "Very true I suppose. Well, I need to get back to work since the paperwork doesn't file itself."

"Come back and see me before your shift ends."

"Not bloody likely. It's these moments that remind me why Jim has a slight phobia of Sick Bay and hypos," Harry teased good naturedly as he walked out waving over his shoulder.

So, another chapter up and running! Sorry about the medical mumbo jumbo fail. I've been doing research, but since this is a pregnant male we're talking about I'm having to tweak things and what not to make it fit. So forgive my lack of knowledge. I have never been pregnant nor do I know anyone close to me who has been (not anymore anyway). But gasp! We're getting closer! I'm sure you're all very excited if one can deduce from the wave of reviews.

I'm happy you're all thrilled about the story and that you're enjoying it so far! I promise I will work hard to make it as good as the first! So thank you very much for the support! And as always; review, review, review!

~Seth