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), threesome, AU, angst, violence, psychological disorders, sexual situations, badly written accents, etc.

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

36. Pieces

"Bones, we need to do something!" Jim exclaimed as he stood in McCoy's office, Spock at attention behind him. McCoy sighed as he ran fingers through his hair grumbling, "Damn it Jim, I'm a doctor not a miracle worker! PTSD is a serious psychological disorder that can't just be cured on the spot! Harry's going have it for most if not all his natural life and it's just something he has to learn to cope with. These relapses are unfortunately normal and this won't be the last time he has one."

"But still, there has to be something we can do! He was doing so much better. Laughing, smiling, he wasn't skittish or paranoid around people. He looks like he's ready for something to jump out and attack him at any moment," Jim explained in distress. He felt Spock send soothing waves through their bond in order to calm him.

"Again, it's normal. Look Jim, the only thing we can do to help is to make sure Harry is still talking to either myself, Teddy or you two and that he's continuing with his meditation. Those seem to be the only outlets that let him vent and purge himself," McCoy explained, "There's nothing else we can do but be there for him when he needs us. The rest is really up to him."

"I know… but I just feel like I need to do something more. This is my fault, I know it is. After that stunt on the away mission and nearly drowning, he's been so freaked out," Jim mumbled his shoulders drooping heavily. Gone was the cocky, confident captain of the Enterprise and in his wake was a frail man fretful over someone close to him. McCoy felt the same way so he understood his captain's feelings, but realistically there was nothing more they could do.

"Jim, Dr. McCoy is correct in his analysis of the situation. I too find myself expressing… unease for Hadrian, but there is little that can be done for his condition. We can only hope to offer support to him and wait until he settles down once more as he has done before," Spock stated.

Jim frowned and ran a hand over his face hating the feeling of helplessness. As a captain, Jim was responsible for all his officers on board his ship. It was his job to make sure that they were safe and happy. And Harry was no different, at least it shouldn't be. But then Jim would be lying to himself because Harry's case was different, he was special. Much like Spock, Harry meant more to Jim than many of his other crew members, more than his friends. There wasn't anything Jim wasn't willing to do to protect his First Officer and the doctor.

But to know that his actions, his near death experience caused Harry to regress back into his paranoid state and be unable to do anything to help him… it hurt Jim more than anyone realized with the exception of Spock. And even the Vulcan was agitated over the state of the dark haired doctor although he had a better time of hiding it, but never from Jim; not from his lover, his T'hy'la.

"I hate it Spock. I hate this feeling, this… inability to make things better for Harry," Jim voiced his frustration through their bond.

"I understand Jim for I too share in your concern. But as I stated before, we can do nothing but remain at Hadrian's side when he needs us and show that we are there to support him," Spock consoled his distressed mate.

Jim bit his lip, "I know… It's just, it's like what I feel with you. Whenever you're in danger or something bothers you, I want to do everything in my power to help you and protect you. Because I love you more than anything in the universe Spock… and that's how it is with Harry right now." Spock could do nothing but place a warm hand on the small of his captain's back for he understood the blonde's distress. He felt it too; the growing sensation of Harry becoming a constant in their lives and the yearning to keep him close.

But now Harry was collapsing all over again despite how they wished to keep him whole. And although Spock found it illogical, he could not deny that for he and Jim it was as if a part of them was broken as well; shattered in such small pieces they didn't know how to fix it. Harry had become a part of them slowly worming his way into their lives over the last year and no longer could they resist the allure, the draw they felt between the three of them. It seemed impossible now to be without Harry, to be apart from him. They were parts, pieces of a fractured puzzle; each bearing their own scares and cracks burdened to them by life. But they fit perfectly together, just the three of them.

Spock wasn't sure what the next step was in the wake of this realization considering how fragile Harry was at this point; fragile but not broken. In many ways the young doctor was very similar to their captain when it came to resisting the buckling strain of life, the Vulcan observed. Upon their shoulders they bore the weight of their mistakes and haunting memories, sometimes wavering but never truly succumbing to their knees. Spock admired them for their strength.

But even so they were still human and at the moment Harry was lingering in his weakness. The details of his and Jim's relationship with Harry could be dealt with on a later date when it was a more appropriate time. Now at the moment, he needed their support and friendship in order to help deal with his inner demons.

"We have to help him Spock… we have to," Jim mumbled quietly turning to the Vulcan resting his forehead against his warm chest. Spock merely nodded and wrapped his arms loosely around his mate, cradling him close. They would help Harry in any way they could.

For all of you who have been asking, confessions and revelation of magic will happen soon! I promise! Just a few more drabbles and everything will be in the open! So until then keep reading and remember to review please. Thanks!

~Seth