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, violence, angst, sexual situations (maybe), badly written accents, etc.

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

18. Son

Teddy watched as his father sat at his desk, PADD in hand as he went through something. Yet his eyes weren't focused. They just stared blankly at the screen in front of him, not taking in the words or their meanings. Harry had been like this for two days, since he had woken up from his nightmare. When Teddy asked about it, he didn't receive an answer and it worried him.

He knew he couldn't do much. He wasn't an adult and sometimes didn't understand things that went on around him, but he knew when someone he cared about needed help. But his father refused to talk to anyone and it made Teddy mad. He only wanted to see his dad better and to see him smile again. Yet it seemed like any that tried to comfort Harry were rebuffed and Teddy knew it was up to him to make things better.

Marching over to his father, his hair a vibrant blond while his eyes were a determined pink, Teddy immediately climbed into his lap and without a word hugged him tightly around the neck. Harry blinked in surprise, nearly dropping his PADD.

"Teddy? What's wrong?" he questioned, placing the item down in order to cradle his son close and ensure that he didn't fall out of the chair. Clutching to him tighter, Teddy murmured, "I'm worried about you dad. I don't like it when you're upset and I don't know how to make it better."

Eyes softened as Harry nuzzled the blond strands, sighing, "I'm sorry cub… I just didn't want to upset you, but it seems like I have anyway. I'm sorry."

Pulling back, Teddy stared up at his father his eyes open and honest, "I don't always understand everything, but I know… I know you're sad over what happened before. And you're scared that it makes you bad for using that bad spell. But dad, you're not bad. You're a good wizard, a good doctor and you take care of people. You take care of me and Jim and Spock and everyone else. You're kind and warm and make people happy. You're not bad."

Harry felt his eyes water as he stroked his son's hair. For a moment, he saw so much of Remus in him and it pained him as well as made him proud. Offering a slight smile, he questioned, "You sure about that?"

Teddy pouted as he nodded his head in determination, "Dad's the best!"

"Thanks cub. I'll try to get better I promise," Harry stated once more hugging his son and stroking his hair. He wasn't sure how he would keep his promise, but he would try. It lightened the regret in his chest when his son professed such devotion to him, his eyes showing that he firmly believed in what he said. And for the first time since his nightmare, Harry felt hopeful again.

I'd just like to take a quick moment to thank all of those of you who have reviewed this story or placed it in your favorites. I'm very pleased with the popularity and success of this project! And I would also like to thank Shadow-of-Roses for the excellent review and his/her suggestion of PTSD. I'll definitely have to look it up and give it some major thought. Again thank you for that idea! As for the rest of you, I'm happy that you enjoy this and I hope to continue living up to your expectations! So thanks again! And don't forget to review!

~Seth