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, anxiety disorders, badly written accents, etc.

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

24. Caught

Harry hadn't meant for it to happen. He had been going about business as usual, heading back to Sick Bay carrying his lunch along with McCoy's since it had been his turn to get it. The hallway was deserted as the crew was either eating, sleeping or on shift so he hadn't expected to run into anyone. Yet he was sorely mistaken when he turned a corner only to stop dead in his tracks. Really he had assumed with his bad luck they would have noticed him right away, especially since one of them had sharper hearing, but it seemed that wasn't the case.

So Harry remained frozen, watching as Spock trapped Jim in a corner nearly hidden out of sight. Said captain had his fingers threaded through strands of black hair as he deliciously and expertly devoured the Vulcan's mouth. And it seemed despite his usual outward appearance, Spock gave as good as he got as his hands gripped the back of Jim's uniform shirt.

Both were disheveled and flushed in shades of scarlet and emerald. Their eyes never strayed far from the other, pools of sky blue and earth brown, melting and swirling together. There was utter love and devotion within their depths. It didn't take a genius to figure out how much Spock and Jim meant to each other, how much they loved one another. And Harry had no doubt that they would die for each other.

Harry was honestly happy for them for it was rare to find such a love, such pure emotion in life. But another part of Harry, a part that secretly coveted the pair, longed to have their love; to see those eyes gaze at him with the same intensity that promised adoration and protection. The emptiness left in him by the loss of everyone he cared for ached for that warmth, cried out for it. But it could never be Harry's, could never belong to him. For Spock and Jim belonged to each other, two halves of the same whole and there was no room for someone like him.

Perhaps in time it would fade, this selfish need to keep them close. Perhaps with time the pain will lessen and the ache will dull, become numb. At least Harry could only hope, but a small part of his brain knew it wouldn't. After all, eight years had passed for him since the Final Battle and yet the scars still felt fresh. But he tried his best, would still try.

After all, if it was one thing he learned about life it was that it never waited for anyone. So Harry would make the best of his situation and continue to work as always. He had his son, he had friends and for now that was good enough. He would move on and life would continue as it always had. He just had to let go.

Without a word, Harry turned and walked back the way he came deciding to take a different route. It would add a few minutes, but he didn't mind. It was bad enough he had been intruding on the intimate moment, but to outright disturb them would be a whole new level of embarrassment. Sighing, Harry continued to make his way toward Sick Bay, pushing the images burned in his mind away. He would think on them later when it was dark and none could see his pain.

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~Seth