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

11. Fatigue

"Are you alright Harry," Chapel questioned as she set the glass of water the wizard had requested on his desk. Said young man was slumped over resting his head on his arms appearing for all intense and purposes asleep.

"Nnn," he groaned sitting up and blinking blearily at her, "Oh hey Christine."

"Should I get Dr. McCoy?" she asked as she frowned with concern.

"No, I'm fine. Just really tired," he sighed rubbing his eyes, "Sorry if I'm worrying you."

"It's fine, it's not your fault," she chuckled patting his head, "I've had a pregnant sister-in-law before, I know what to look out for."

"Then I couldn't ask for a better friend to keep an eye out for me."

"Now you're just trying to flatter me," Chapel chuckled, "But maybe you should clock out early."

"But I still have paperwork to file, forms to fill out, not to mention various order sheets and then there's the scheduling of distributing the newest batch of vaccinations for the crew. There's way too much to get done for me to leave," Harry stated.

Chapel rolled her eyes, "There are plenty of other doctors and nurses to take care of that Harry. You need to get some rest, you're functioning for two now."

The young doctor frowned. He didn't like shoving his duties onto others when he was quite capable of doing it himself. But Chapel also had a point whether he was willing to admit it or not. He needed to take into consideration that his health was his main concern now that he was carrying a child. His situation was complicated enough, there was no need to add to it.

Plus, he was pretty tired and he wasn't getting much done anyway. It was hard just for him to keep his eyes open, let alone stare at a screen long enough to do work. Sighing, he ruffled his hair grumbling, "Fine, I'll end my shift."

She nodded in approval, "Good. If you hadn't, I would have told Dr. McCoy."

"You are an evil woman. You've been spending too much time with Nyota," Harry huffed.

Chapel smiled, "We do it for your own good. Sometimes you're just as bad as the captain when it comes to taking care of yourself."

"I'm not that bad!"

She just gave him a look of disbelief. Mumbling about how everyone was ganging up on him, Harry quickly shut down his systems and stood, groaning as he stretched. Within the span of seconds, the idea of his bed suddenly became rather appealing. But of course he wasn't going to tell Chapel this. He didn't want to see that triumphant gleam in her eyes. She was already smug enough right now.

"I take it you'll handle distributing my duties between everyone?" he asked.

"Of course," Chapel said, "Now shoo! Go rest or I shall sick both Leonard and your husbands on you."

"Yes you truly have been taking notes from Nyota," Harry grumbled, "Alright, I'm going. Clock me out and tell Leonard for me will you?"

"I shall," the blond nurse smiled.

Nodding, he waved and made his way out of Sick Bay. He felt weary down to his bones and he must have looked it. Several of the crew had stopped him and inquired either about his health or if he needed someone to escort him to his rooms. Of course he waved them off and smiled stating he was just tired. Which he was of course, but not exhausted enough to need assistance. He wasn't a cripple or anything.

Making it to the lift, he took it a few levels up before getting off and shuffling to his room. Typing in the code, the door slide open easily and allowed him admittance. Yawning, Harry bypassed the living space for the bedroom, nearly moaning when he focused on the bed. Seeing it before his eyes, he had to wonder why he had been reluctant to rest. The pillows and sheets looked so inviting.

Wasting little time, Harry undressed and slipped into his sleepwear his body relaxing further now that he was settling into comfort. Pulling the covers back, the wizard slid into the bed and relaxed, his eyes immediately slipping shut. The tranquility of the quiet room lulled Harry and within moments he was fast asleep, content and at peace.

It's a bit short, sorry. But there wasn't really much I could write for this subject since I'm pretty sure after a few paragraphs you get that Harry is tired. No need to beat a dead horse and all that. But poor Harry, he's going through lots of the pregnancy symptoms and more is to come. Really, one has to think that maybe I like tormenting him a bit *thinks for a moment*

Anyway, hope you enjoyed it! Please remember to review! Thanks!

~Seth