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James had liked babies since he had gotten back from Tarsus IV. They didn't look at him with judgmental or sympathy filled eyes. They would treat him like they would treat anyone else. It was reassuring really, to finally have someone not walk around him like they were walking on eggshells. So when James meets his second-cousin's godson who was holding a baby, he finds a kindred spirit…after breaking through the boy's shell that is.
James stares at the man in front of him. He's tall…like really tall. His eyes are silver and his long black hair is held in a high ponytail. He has grey eyes and his stance would be off putting if it wasn't for the easy grin he wore. Next to him is another man who is slightly taller. This man has shorter, brown hair that has silver streaks in it, and warm honey colored eyes. He is broader than the other, although he looks a bit older and a scar runs from above his left eye to the right side of his chin. Both men exude a calm and warming aura, but James is still weary. Kodos had been the same way, even as he ordered the death of thousands of men, women, and children.
"Um…is one of you Sirius Black?" James asks, hesitant. The shorter of the two smiles wider and lifts his hand in a lazy wave.
"How can I help you?" he asks, eyes still friendly, but the other man is slightly tense and it puts James on edge. He knows he doesn't look the greatest. He still hasn't put on much weight, even six months after Tarsus, and he knows that his eyes must have a wild glint to them, but he's not sure. He's avoided looking in a mirror since he made it back.
"My name is James Kirk…Winona's my mother." He answered and he sees a spark of recognition in the man's eyes. The man pulls him into a hug and it makes James tense. He's avoided all physical contact for a long time. Physical contact meant fighting, killing, and sometimes sex. Anything to keep them alive. James pulls out of the hug quickly, flinching at the burn of another human's body heat on his own. Rubbing his arm, James is able to mutter a quiet "sorry" but he doesn't look up, doesn't want to see the hurt or pity or the other plethora of emotions he's seen in the last few months.
Sirius pulls James into the house and shuts the door behind him. They end up in a warm kitchen-dining room. It has soft orange walls and the wood of the table, chairs, and cupboards are a dark, warm chestnut. Sirius gestures to a chair and James sits, Sirius taking the seat to his left, at the head of the table, and the other man sits across from James.
"Did your Mum ever tell you about magic, James?" Sirius asks hands folded on the table.
James stares at the ceiling of the room Sirius gave him. He couldn't believe it. A whole world of magic that was hidden. It was almost hard to believe, but Sirius and Remus (the other man) had shown him proof, had made a cake appear out of thin air and lifted the chair James was sitting on. It was blasphemy; magic. He supposed it made sense though. There were a lot of old things that couldn't have happened without magic. Rome seemed the perfect example.
What James hated the most though was what the wizarding world had done. They had taken something beautiful and pure and warped it to their own needs. They felt the need to play God with the lives of others. It was disgusting how xenophobic they were. To him, a Werewolf or Vampire was like a Romulan or Betazoid. They had just as much a right to life as anyone else. Apparently this world didn't adopt the Declaration of Natural Human Rights.
James feels anger overtake his thoughts. Sirius had explained everything. And by everything, he included how the people of this world had allowed their hopes to crush a young child. They had allowed themselves to see an idol and not a boy. They had placed their fate on a child no older than eleven. It made him sick to think about. They had forced that young kid to kill a megalomaniac. James has a lot of respect for the kid. It was hard to kill someone, even when it came down to you/them and the person on the other side.
His thoughts are interrupted when he hears the muffled cry of a baby. He immediately calms down (Even crying, a baby manages to sooth his aching heart) and gets out of bed. Stepping out of his room he listens carefully and then turns right. Following the soft cries, he finds a room with the door slightly ajar.
He pushes the door open slightly and sees a small boy trying to shush the baby. James almost cringes at how tiny the boy is. He is gaunt and short. His skin looks like it's never seen the sun and when he turns around and James gets a glimpse at those eyes he's never seen anything more heartbreaking and beautiful. The emerald gems are dull and haunted.
They boy catches sight of him and flinches back harshly, almost causing James himself to flinch. Straightening up, James figures that this must be Harry. Sirius had informed him that besides the two adults living in the house, there was Harry, Sirius' godson, and Teddy, Remus' infant son.
The baby is still crying so James reaches forward slowly to smooth his soft hair. Harry is cautious, but allows the blond to touch the child. Normally no one, not even Remus was allowed to touch the babe, but there was something about this kid, this boy maybe a couple years older than himself, that is achingly familiar. The longing for innocence.
James isn't sure how it happens, but he wakes up the next morning, naked, with an equally naked Harry next to him and a feeling of satisfaction and comfort. James knows this feeling well; it's one he's experienced in his own times of ill content. It's the feeling of being reassured that someone out there does care. James runs a hand through the soft unruly hair of the boy next to him. This boy was on par (if not above) the inner strength James and his kids had.
When the kid wakes up, James kisses him, reiterating everything that last night meant. The boy, ever silent, arches up, trying to get more contact. James pulls away and leads the boy to the shower. No words are exchanged; just gentle touches and soft understanding.
It is a couple of weeks before Harry says anything. They have spent their days never far from each other. Both reveling in the understanding of a comrade in arms. The words are a whispered thanks, one quite evening when James hands Harry a mug of hot cocoa. Remus and Sirius share surprised looks, but James just smiles and nods his head, curling up on the couch with a well read book.
Things carry on much the same for several more weeks. Sex, shower, Teddy, quiet time. Eventually quiet time turns into talking. James starts first. He tells Harry of his life, growing up in the shadow of his dad, his mom never really seeing him and his jerk of a stepdad. He tells of his time on Tarsus, of killing for his kids, of whoring himself out for food, of being caught by Kodos, and finally of Starfleet coming in too late to save the day.
And Harry tells James of his life growing up with his magic/Harry hating family. Of his adventures at Hogwarts. His friends, his classes, even his school enemies. Finally he tells of his fight with the Dark Lord. He tells of how he was kidnapped, out of his bed one night in December. He talks about the tourture and assault that was forced onto his body. He tells of a time when he willingly gave himself to the Dark Lord and his inner circle of minions, just to keep people safe. He talks about how he was a pet and that there is a blank period where he doesn't remember anything. He talks about how he might have been pregnant and probably miscarried. And finally, he talks about getting out. Of finally having enough of being the scum of the earth, and how his magic conjured a gun one day, and how Harry shot him.
They both cry during their stories, but both feel better for it afterwards. The sex slowly stops but it is replaced by something that runs much deeper. A bond of brotherhood that will never be replaced.
Harry is the first person to ever call him Jamie. James doesn't mind because Harry is healing, and for once it's nice to not be called James, or Jim, or even JT. Because those names have meaning, hold weight, and Jamie is something his new little brother calls him.
When James decides he's been gone long enough, he tells Harry first. Harry is obviously saddened, but wishes James luck. They keep in contact until James can see Harry begin to unravel again. He invites him to San Francisco, and after much begging, the boy agrees. The same day that one Leonard McCoy becomes a single father.
Happy Valentines day Lovelies~
So...This is finally done...yay~ . Sorry this took so long. Things kinda happened all at once...I got accepted into my two top schools last week...We've been having Tech Days every saturday for the past month...I have vacation coming up, so I'll try and get a Valentines day fic up...I know this was kind of depressing and towards the end it got...depressing, but I felt that it really gives some back story to James and Harry's relationship...
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