I think this is the longest chapter I've ever written! Enjoy :)

"There! You look perfect!" Stolik proclaimed, straightening Jim's tie and smoothing down a stray blonde lock. The Vulcan turned him around so he could see his reflection in the full length mirror.

The captain took in the sight of himself in a pristine white tux which made his blue eyes dazzle. "Damn…" he smirked. "I'm hot."

"You most certainly are," Stolik agreed.

There was a loud knock on the bedroom door. "Let me in there! I wanna see him!" grumped Bones, who was used to being the one to fix Jim's hair in the morning.

"The groom is not supposed to see the bride before the wedding!" Stolik called back.

"Wait, who said I'm the bride?" asked Jim.

"Well, you are wearing white," pointed out the Vulcan.

"But Spock's the one in the dress!" Jim whined.

"It is a traditional Vulcan wedding robe, not a dress!" Spock protested from outside the door.

"Sorry, darlin', it's a dress," Bones told him. "And ain't you just an adorable little bride."

"I don't care who the bride is," Jim told Stolik. "I'm going to go see my future husbands." With that, he walked out the door and presented himself to Spock, Bones, and Spencer. Stolik walked out behind him.

"Good job, honey," said Spencer, wrapping an arm around his Vulcan. "I've never seen Jim look so put together."

"He does clean up nice, doesn't he?" commented Leonard, openly ogling Jim.

"You look beautiful, t'hy'la," Spock confirmed.

"So do you guys," said Jim, looking them both up and down. "I've never seen you in a tux before, Bones. It's incredibly sexy."

"Really? This monkey suit? I'm a doctor, not a penguin!" he complained.

Spock and Stolik's eyebrows went up. Monkeys and penguins didn't wear tuxedos… or did they?

"You'd make a cute fluffy little penguin, Bones," teased Jim. The good doctor just blushed and grumbled.

"Have all the guests arrived?" Spock asked.

"Just about," said Spencer. "You should go out there and see for yourself. I have to get my suit on too. Gotta look fancy if I'm going to be up there on the altar with you."

The fiancés smiled and nodded and proceeded out to the back yard. It looked a lot bigger with all of their friends and family in it. "Wow, that's a lot of people," noted Bones.

"We did make the guest list, Leonard. It is as many people as we invited," said Spock.

"Well they don't take up as much space on paper!"

Seeing all the people, the big cake, the aisle, the altar, it all hit Jim so suddenly. This is real! He thought to himself. This is really happening! Oh God, what the hell was I thinking? He felt sick. "I uh forgot something. I'll be right back," he told his bondmates and then ran back inside the house.

Spock and Bones exchanged a knowing glace, the 'something's wrong with Jim glance' as they had come to call it. "I sense a great deal of emotional distress from Jim's end of the bond," Spock told Leonard.

The doctor sighed. "Come on, let's go get him."

They went inside and traced the bond back to the guest bedroom in Spencer and Stolik's house where they were staying. Spock knocked lightly on the door. "Jim, t'hy'la? It is only us."

"Come in…" Jim called shakily.

Spock opened the door and they found Jim curled up in foetal position on the bed, trying to control his breathing. Immediately they were at his side. "It's gonna be okay, Jim. Tell us what's wrong," said Bones, reaching for his tricorder on the bedside table and running it over the shaking man.

"God I'm so sorry guys, I just can't do this!" he cried.

"Beloved, you are having a panic attack," Spock ran a comforting hand down Jim's arm, but the blonde man recoiled from the touch and buried his face in the pillow.

"It's too much," he cried into the pillow.

"Beloved, please look at us," said Spock.

Jim forced himself to turn up and look into the sympathetic and loving eyes of his bondmates. If he ever hurt them, if he screwed up this marriage… he could never forgive himself. Did all those people out there really believe that their marriage was going to work, or were they all just making bets on when he would screw it up? "Oh fuck," he swore softly as he was racked with another wave of chills.

"Tell me what we can do to help you through this, Jim! We love you so much, you know that!" said Bones.

"Leonard, I believe we are too closely tied to the root of Jim's distress," Spock observed. "Perhaps we should ask someone else to talk with him."

"Yeah, probably. Let's go find Nyota; she knows how to handle him."


"Jim got cold feet?" Uhura asked when they found her standing and chatting with Chapel and Scotty by the drinks.

"More like hypothermia," grumbled Leonard. "He's having a panic attack. I think just all the hype of the wedding was too much for him. But he won't talk to me or Spock. Do you think you can maybe get him back to reality for us?"

She nodded. "Of course. You guys can count on me. I've put way too much effort into this wedding for it to not happen. Come on, Christine, let's go comfort us a captain." She grabbed the nurse by the hand and led her into the house.

"In there," Spencer told them, pointing at the guest bedroom door when they walked in.

Uhura nodded in acknowledgement and the two women proceeded up to the door. Uhura knocked on it lightly. "Jim?" she called. "It's Nyota and Christine. Can we come in?"

She heard a pathetic little noise come from the other side of the door and decided it was an affirmative. Turning the doorknob, they found Jim curled in on himself on the bed, trying to breathe deeply, eyes shut tight.

Nyota closed the door behind them and they sat down on the bed next to Jim, taking his hand comfortingly. "What is it, Jim? You know you can talk to me about anything."

"This was a mistake. I can't do this!" he shivered.

"What do you mean? You've been so excited to get married for weeks!" she reminded him.

"Oh, believe me, I want to get married. I love Spock and Bones so much I—I can't even begin to put it into words, but that's the problem. I'm not cut out for commitment. I just know I'm going to fuck up. I'll cheat, I'll put myself in danger too many times, I'll do something really stupid that will hurt them and if I hurt them… Oh God Nyota, if I ever hurt them… I couldn't live with myself."

"Well, you're already bonded with them, so the wedding part of it doesn't really even matter that much. You're already going to be with them for the rest of your life. You love them and I know they love you. And I know you, Jim. You may doubt yourself but I know you would never hurt them. You're incapable of doing that," she assured him, running a hand through his messy blonde locks.

He looked up at her with the most vulnerable expression she had ever seen, his blue eyes sparkling with heart wrenching emotion. "You really believe that? I'm a pathetic man-whore."

"Don't ever say that! You are not a pathetic man-whore! So, you've slept around a bit. There's nothing wrong with that! You've found the loves of your life, your t'hy'la nonetheless, and you're ready to commit to them. You are perfectly capable of a committed relationship," Nyota told him.

But the self-deprecation didn't stop there. "Spock and Bones deserve so much better than me," whispered the blonde.

Christine found she couldn't keep quiet anymore. "Jim, I work with Leonard every day and you know what he talks about every day? You. You and Spock. I never get to hear the end of how amazing you are and how much he loves you. When you first got together, his personality changed completely. He wasn't so irritable all the time, in fact he was happy, happy all the time. I've never seen him as happy as he has been these past seven months. And when you get hurt and we have to rush you in and save your life, I can tell how much he loves you. It's written all over his face; he can't stand to see you hurt. He's told me himself that if you were to die, he wouldn't stop CPR until you were just a skeleton. And when you're unconscious, he and Spock won't leave your side for anything. I should know; I'm the one that has to bring them food. So if that isn't love, then I guess love doesn't exist. You've got two great people who love you, don't give that up." She took in a deep breath to recover from her impromptu speech.

Jim and Nyota just stared at her blankly, shocked that the usually quiet nurse could be so outspoken when she wanted to be. "Wow, Chris. That was beautiful," said Nyota.

"It's the truth," she said.

Jim took in another deep breath to compose himself and ran his hands over his face. "I guess you're right, Christine. I'm being stupid. I worry about things too much and I get too worked up and then this happens. I'm sorry," he apologized as he came back down into reality.

"You don't need to apologize," Nyota hugged him briefly. "We just want to help you. Are you going to be okay now?"

"I think so," he said, trying to stop his teeth from chattering. "Can you go get Spock and Bones for me?"

"Of course." Nyota grabbed Christine's hand again and pulled her off the bed. "Let's go, honey."

"Wait, wait, whoa whoa whoa," Jim held up his hands to stop them. "Honey? You're together? When did this happen and why was I not told?"

They stopped in their tracks and Jim watched the blushes creep up their necks. "You didn't know?" asked Nyota.

"No!" he exclaimed, really feeling left out! He was supposed to know all the juicy gossip on his ship!

"Well it's true. And we kind owe it to you; we got together while planning your wedding. How long has it been now?" Nyota asked her girlfriend.

"3 weeks, I think," she replied. "Almost a month."

"Well we'll just have to go out to dinner then, won't we?" Nyota asked cutely.

"We sure will," Christine kissed her lightly.

Jim smirked mischievously. "That is so hot."

Uhura reached over to playfully slap him upside the head. He was definitely back to his old self again.

"Ow! What was that for?" he laughed, cringing away from her.

"You're getting married today! To two men!" she exclaimed.

"So? I'm bi! Just because I'm with Spock and Bones doesn't mean I can't think you and Christine are totally hot!"

"But the fact that you're about to get married does!"

"Okay, jeez, I was joking!" Jim chuckled.

Uhura shot him one last glare before she and Christine walked out to go get his fiancés. Bones and Spock immediately stood up from where they had been waiting tensely on the couch. "How is Jim?" Spock inquired.

"Oh, I'd say he's back to his old self," grumbled Uhura.

"He's still a bit shaky but he's past the worst of it. He wants to see you," Christine told them.

"Thanks, Chris. Thank you, Nyota," said Bones softly as he and Spock started for the bedroom.

"No problem, Len," Christine replied.

Spock and Bones walked into the room cautiously, as if Jim were a baby deer that would run if they approached too quickly. "Hey, Jim. You doing okay?" the doctor asked.

Jim nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Sorry I freaked out on you like that."

They sat down on the bed next to him and Bones took him into a loving embrace. "Oh honey, you don't have to apologize. We're just glad you're okay. We love you, Jim, so much."

Jim hugged Bones back and Spock projected as much love as he could through the bond. "I love you too, Bones. And I love you, Spock," he said into the crook of the doctor's neck.

"So are we getting married today? You ready to go out there?" asked Bones.

Jim took in a breath and nodded. "As I'll ever be."

"What can we do to make this less stressful for you, t'hy'la?" Spock asked, taking Jim's hand and putting the human's fingers up to his lips, lightly kissing them, savouring the telepathic energy flowing between them.

Jim considered it for a second. "Well, I guess I would like to get out of this tux. As sexy as it is, it's really uncomfortable and it just makes everything seem so uptight."

"Of course, honey. What do you want us to wear?" Bones asked; he'd never really liked his tux either.

The captain smiled up at his fiancés and asked innocently: "Our pajamas?"

Spock quirked an eyebrow and Bones just chuckled and shook his head. "God, I love you, Jim."

"It would be logical to be as comfortable as possible. It is our wedding after all," pointed out Spock.

When Jim, Spock, and Leonard came back out of the house, Jim was in a blue t-shirt and flannel pants covered in stars and planets; Spock was clad in plaid; and Leonard was in a black t-shirt and sweats. Needless to say, they got quite a few double takes from the guests.

"Um, mind telling me what the hell you guys are doing," Spencer laughed as he walked up to them.

"Just go with it," said Jim, getting up on the altar and trying to get everyone's attention. "Excuse me, everybody…"

When the crowd didn't quiet down after a few seconds, Spock grabbed the nearest champaign glass and clinked it loudly with a butter knife. The guests immediately quieted down. "Where'd you learn to do that you green blooded Vulcan?" asked McCoy.

"I researched Terran wedding customs," said Spock with a proud smirk in his eyes.

Jim grinned. "Thanks, Spock. Now, you've probably noticed by now that my fiancés and I are dressed a bit unconventionally but to that I'd just like to say, it's our wedding and we'll wear whatever we want!" He watched the smiles and chuckles go through the crowd. "Now if you'll all sit down, I'd like to get married!"

Once everyone was settled, the three fiancés walked down the aisle together in the traditional Tevisian fashion. Jim walked in the middle, his left arm linked with Bones and his right arm linked with Spock. "How you doing, honey?" Bones asked quietly as they walked in time with the music.

"Never been better," Jim replied honestly.

"I am very glad to hear that," said Spock, allowing a small smile to stay on his usually stoic face.

When they reached the end of the aisle, the song ended and they all stood up at the altar with Spencer and Stolik. Spencer cleared his throat and recited from memory the special speech he had prepared for this particular ceremony. "Friends, family, we all know very well that love can come in many forms. We are gathered here today to honour and celebrate the love of these three amazing men by joining them in legal matrimony. May their life together be long, prosperous, and also happy. So without any further illogical ado—" Spencer froze as he felt a sharp pang through the bond.

Beside him, Stolik took in a sharp breath and his hand flew to his stomach. "Spencer!" he gasped.

"Uh, Leonard, I think Stolik's going into labour or whatever you call it when it's a man," said Spencer urgently.

Bones immediately snapped out of groom mode and into doctor mode. "Okay, everybody. This wedding can wait. The only way that baby is getting out is through C-section; we need to get up to the Enterprise. Somebody toss me a communicator!"

A communicator was tossed up onto the altar. "McCoy to Enterprise. Five to beam up, now!"

Gasp! A cliff hanger! I've been watching too much Lost in Space xD