First off, let me say I'm so sorry for not updating this for so long! It's been almost a week and I like to update at least twice a week. But I was having computer issues and was unable to access the internet or even type for that matter.

On that note, since I was unable to type, I wrote this chapter by hand and then typed it up afterwards. Because of this there might be more typos than usual. Sorry...

Hope I did a good job with this, this is the first time they're all together so let me know what you think.

(I'll stop rambling now...)

"Dinner tonight? My quarters?" Jim asked them on their first official date as soon as they were off duty. It was going to take them a day to get to Tevis.

"That would be most agreeable, Jim."

"Sounds good to me."

"Alright, what time? Or, you know what, to hell with the time! I know if we agree to meet 3 hours from now, I'll spend about half an hour getting ready and two and a half hours pacing back and forth waiting for you! And I'm pretty sure you'll do the same!" he exclaimed.

"If we are all wishing to be with each other, it is logical to be together as soon as possible," Spock agreed. Bones nodded.

"So just come over whenever you're ready. I… I can't wait," he smiled.

"Neither can we, Jim," said Bones, kissing him softly as they went their separate ways to their quarters. "We'll be there as soon as possible."

Jim smiled and watched them disappear around the corner and then stepped into his quarters. Immediately he went to the mirror to take a visual inventory of himself. His hair was lying a little too flat, and although he thought he looked very sexy in his uniform, there was no need to wear it on a date. He opened his closet and looked through his off-duty clothes. He decided on a tight (but not too tight) dark-grey v-neck and black jeans.

After changing clothes and admiring himself in the mirror for a moment, he went into his bathroom and restyled his hair and thoroughly brushed his teeth. Once he was all ready for the date, he sat down on his bed and waited.

But James T. Kirk is not very good at waiting. His idle mind started thinking up all sorts of horrible scenarios. What if Bones and Spock decided they didn't want him? What if one of them just fell over and died while getting ready? What if the ship exploded? What if he put too much gel in his hair? What if Spock thought his outfit was illogical? What if it was all just a cruel sick joke? STOP!

He had to stop thinking about all the things that could go wrong. His heart was pounding at a hundred miles per hour and his breath was coming in shallow gasps. He began to tremble and broke into a cold sweat as he gripped tightly at the bed sheets. 'Oh God. Oh shit, not again.' He hadn't had a panic attack in years. Not since his first few months of being in command if the Enterprise. And the timing couldn't be more prefect; right before his first date with the loves of his life. And knowing he was going to ruin everything just made it worse.

Taking in a deep breath, he stood up off the bed and began walking around his quarters. He used the breathing techniques Spock and Bones had taught him and tried to quell his panic. He was completely determined to shake the attack before his dates arrived.

The buzzing of his door made Jim jump and he cursed under his breath because he had not been able to calm down in time. But he would try to hide it, that's what he had always done as a kid.

Opening the door, Jim was not surprised to see Spock had gotten there first. But there was no hiding his panic attack from Spock; a look of concern immediately washed over the Vulcan's calm features. At first glance, he though Jim's flu symptoms had resurfaced, but soon he could sense the intense aura of panic surrounding his precious captain.

"Jim. What is wrong?" he asked.

"N—nothing." Spock just shot him a look that let him know it was useless to lie. Defeatedly, Jim gave in. "I'm just having a little panic attack."

Jim had barely gotten the words out of his mouth before Spock had grabbed his arm and pulled him down to sit on the bed. "Do you want me to call Leonard?" he asked.

"No, nah, he'll be here soon enough. Wouldn't want to interrupt him while he's getting ready. Besides, I don't want him to drug me. I'm gonna get through this."

Spock nodded but was not at all reassured by Jim's words. He hated to see his love in that state and would do anything to help him get through it. "Do you know what set it off, beloved?"

The Vulcan's term of endearment made Jim's hammering heart skip a beat. "It was this date actually."

"Jim, you mustn't worry about it. Leonard and I love you and nothing will change that."

"I—I believe you. Logically I know I have nothing to worry about. But I guess some part of me just always expects the worse," he sighed.

Due to his touch telepathy, it was extremely difficult for Spock to hold Jim close when he was feeling such intense emotions of fear and anxiety, but he would do anything to make the trembling man feel better. "Focus on breathing, Jim. Do not think about anything else. The only thing you need to worry about is breathing."

Jim closed his eyes and tried to relax into Spock's warm embrace. When the Vulcan realized that just breathing was not going to be enough for Jim, he moved his hands to the human's back and began messaging his tense shoulder muscles.

Under Spock's warm, deft hands, Jim instantly relaxed and melted into putty. "Oh dear God! Oh thank you, Spock!" he moaned as his heart slowed to a near normal rate and his breathing started to become easy. Encouraged by the significant shift in emotions, the Vulcan dug in deeper, relaxing all of the muscles in Jim's back and neck, eliciting more pleasurable moans from the captain.

Just outside the door, Bones could faintly hear what sounded like sex. He furrowed his eyebrows and wondered if he should just leave them to it, but decided to against it. Buzzing the door, he called out, "It's just me."

"Come in, Leonard," Spock replied, and Bones opened the door.

Needless to say, he was surprised to see his dates were fully clothed. Addressing the doctor's confusion, Spock explained, "Jim was in the midst of a panic attack when I arrived."

Bones gasped and knelt down in front of the bed to look Jim in the eyes. "Dammit, why didn't you call me? I woulda been over here so fast you wouldn't even have had time to blink!"

"It's okay, Bones. Spock's got it under control," said Jim, voice thick with relaxation and residual stress.

The doctor frowned upon seeing Spock touching the bare skin at Jim's neck. "Doesn't that hurt you, I mean, can't you feel everything he's feeling?" he asked.

"Affirmative, Leonard. But I know that the pain is not my own and that there is no logical cause behind it, so I am able to control it for the most part. The small amount of emotional pain I did experience was a logical sacrifice for Jim's wellbeing."

"See, I knew you had a heart," Leonard told him before he took Jim's face in his hands and stared at him for a few seconds, trying to get a good idea of the human's mental state. "How do you feel, Jim?"

"I feel a hell of a lot better than I did before Spock got here. And now that you're here I think I'm gonna be alright."

"Good. Now you tell me if these panic attacks become a problem again," the doctor added sternly.

"I will."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Good. I really hate to see you hurt, Jim."

"As do I," Spock added softly, tightening his warm grip on the captain.

"Spock and I care about you a lot. We'll always be here for you. No matter what," Bones assured Jim before giving in to the overwhelming urge to close the mere inches between their lips and kiss him.

Jim reciprocated with equal care and affection, caressing the back of Leonard's neck, knotting his fingers in his brown hair, and wrapping a leg around the doctor's lean waist. Leaning back slowly, he fell down upon his bed, pulling Leonard down on top of him.

After a few more seconds of making out in that position, Jim pulled away from Leonard's eager lips and locked eyes with Spock who was raptly staring down at them, obviously aroused. "Why don't you come get in on this, honey?" Jim asked, grabbing the green tinted hand.

"That would be most agreeable, beloved," Spock nodded, trying to keep his voice level. The Vulcan kicked off his boots and laid down on the bed next to his human lovers.

Leonard rolled off of the man underneath of him so as to allow Spock better access to Jim, but rather than give the captain up completely, Bones moved to kissing Jim's jaw line and neck. As Jim's mouth was claimed by Spock whilst Leonard was busy planting a trail of kisses down his body, Jim couldn't help but moan into the warm Vulcan mouth.

Then, with what could only be described as expertise, Jim began to remove his Vulcan's shirt and before he knew it, they were all lying completely naked on his bed.

Hungrily, the three men grabbed at, wrapped around, and clung to each other, taking a giving what they needed. Soon, Spock had them in a three-way mind-meld and love, passion, and pleasure flowed freely between their bodies and minds.

Even Spock had lost all track of time when they finally all collapsed onto the sheets, sweaty, panting, and utterly exhausted. After a few minutes of holding each other while they caught their breaths, Jim mused, "I think we could use a cold shower."

"No shit," Bones chuckled breathily, and then added, "God, I love you guys. So much."

"Our minds are very compatible, all together. It is usually extremely difficult, near impossible, to form a three-way mind link when two non-telepaths are involved. But not only was I able to easily meld myself with both of you, I was able to meld both of you with each other. It was most—"

"Let me guess, darlin', fascinating?" Leonard asked, his teasing brimming with love and adoration.

"Yes, Leonard, most fascinating. It is very rare occurrence for three minds to be so compatible."

"I guess that means we're just meant to be, eh, guys?" smiled Jim.

The two humans expected Spock to come back with something about how illogical it is to think anyone is "meant to be" with anyone else, but instead he replied, "Indeed. We are t'hy'la."

"Friends, brothers, lovers…" Leonard repeated the rough translation more for himself than for any other purpose.

"Soul mates," Jim surmised. Spock nodded and Jim reached out to trace those gorgeous Vulcan ears of his.

With a grunt, Leonard finally sat up off of the bed. "Well, I hate to break up this love fest, but I'm all sticky and I'd really like some company in the shower," he told them.

The near-perpetual suggestive smirk came back on to Jim's handsome face, causing his blue eyes to twinkle mischievously. "Why didn't you just say so, Bones? I think Spock and I just might be able to help you with that."

First the flu and now a panic attack? I don't know why I keep picking on Jim! I feel bad for him...

But I promise, no more bad things will happen to Jim (I hope...)

Next chapter we meet Spencer and Stolik! :)