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 (malexmale pairings), threesomes, AU, angst, violence, psychological disorders, sexual situations, badly written accents, etc.

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

35. Air

"Captain!" Sulu shouted in fear as a thick vine that seemed to grow out of a small lake suddenly latched onto Jim's leg and with swift movement pulled the blond into the water. Harry whirled around from where he was talking to one of the security officers just in time to see his captain disappear into the water. He wasn't sure if he screamed or not since many of the officers around him shouted in alarm as well. All he knew is that one minute he was at least fifteen feet away then the next he was at the edge of the lake watching as Sulu jumped in, sword in hand.

More of the vines tried to attack them, but luckily were warded off by the phasers they carried around. They retreated into the murky depths and the surface became still as they waited apprehensively. Harry felt his heart hammering and he clung to the strap of his medical kit. For a moment he thought he was having some sort of anxiety attack, his chest was hurting and heaving while he heard the blood pumping loudly in his ears.

"Please be okay, please be okay!" he thought his hands shaking. Harry wasn't sure how he could handle losing another person he loved. Perhaps it would wind up being the straw that finally broke his sanity.

"There!" someone shouted.

Following where the man was pointing, Harry zeroed in on air bubbles that rippled along the surface. A moment later Sulu appeared gasping for air then heaved up a familiar golden figure. The men cried out in relief a few even wading into the water to help the helmsman drag himself and their captain ashore. Harry wasted no time as he moved toward them quickly.

"Harry!" Sulu shouted his dark eyes wide with terror. Something was wrong.

Kneeling next to Jim, Harry felt dark dread well up in his stomach as he gazed down at his friend, his secret love. His eyes were closed, his skin was pale and his chest was still. Jim wasn't breathing. The dread deepened and Harry felt nauseous, the sickness churning in his stomach and lingering at the back of his throat. For a moment he couldn't breathe and his lungs felt as if they had collapsed, refusing to function. Oh god Jim!

Running on a mixture of adrenaline and terror, Harry quickly moved trying to stay focused and not allow himself to become a hyperventilating mess. Shifting closer, he parted Jim's too blue lips and pinching his nose closed. Taking a deep breath, Harry pressed his lips to Jim's and blew before pulling back. Applying his hands to his chest, he pressed firmly and quickly while counting to himself trying to coax the lungs to work. He then leant over to listen for any breathing.

Harry dug his nails into the ground when he heard nothing so again he repeated the process. He wouldn't give up, not if he still had the power to help somehow. Hell he would use magic if he had to, Harry didn't care how many were watching him now. To save Jim, Harry would move the universe if he could.

"Please… please don't leave me… please Jim," Harry thought his eyes beginning to burn as he passed more air through their lips. They certainly felt soft, but they were too cold which was something that Jim Kirk wasn't. He was fiery and passionate, burning like a star. Harry couldn't let him burn out.

"Come on," he whispered pressing his chest again. Jim couldn't die, not like this. He couldn't leave the crew or the Enterprise behind. They needed him. He couldn't leave him behind or Teddy or Spock. He just couldn't! Jim meant so much to them and in some ways he was their center. Without him, everything would be thrown out of balance. Harry couldn't let him die.

Taking another deep breath, Harry pressed their lips firmly together passing more air between them. Eyes burning and stinging, he whimpered quietly while his thoughts begged and screamed, "Come back… please come back!"

Jim suddenly gave a shudder forcing Harry to pull back watching as the blond rolled onto his side coughing up water and gasping for air. The heavy air that hung over the group immediately lifted, the members of the landing party crying out various levels of relief. Jim stared up at his men offering a cocky half grin, grimacing a bit when Sulu carefully helped him sit up.

"Thank god you're okay Captain," the helmsman professed.

"Just a little water logged, no big deal," Jim joked slightly.

"It is a big deal you prat! You almost drowned so don't joke about it!" Harry shouted his hands clenched in his lap. Jim turned to argue back before pausing when he saw the state of the smaller doctor. His hair and clothing were slightly damp and disheveled, his lips were pressed in a thin line and his eyes were watery as Harry tried in vain to hold his tears. It was obvious that he was pretty upset.

Feeling a bit like a jerk for being insensitive about his near brush with death, Jim reached out and pulled Harry into a tight hug ignoring the others around him. Running a hand through his dark hair, Jim murmured, "I'm sorry. You're right I am a prat."

Unable to control himself, Harry clung to Jim burying his face in his neck. Quivering slightly, he gasped out, "You almost died."

"I know, but I didn't and I have you to thank for that. I'm sorry I put you through that Harry, but thank you for saving me." Harry just clung tighter as he tried to gain control of himself. Jim didn't mind as he continued to stroke his hair and hold him offering comfort. If there was one thing Jim tried hard to avoid, it was to upset anyone close to him especially Spock and Harry.

He cared for both of them, more deeply than anyone else before and he would do anything for them just as they would for him. That's why he sat dripping wet consoling Harry, somehow knowing that the young doctor was listening to his breathing; reassuring himself that his captain was alive. They were alive and as they both inhaled the warm air around them, Jim realized that breathing never felt so good.

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