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, psychological disorders, sexual situations, badly written accents, etc.

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

32. Fire

"Thank you for allowing me to meditate with you Spock," Harry thanked as he helped the Vulcan set up several candles and their mats around the room, "Leonard feels that it'll help with my PTSD." When McCoy had learned about Harry's burst of anger toward Zack Garrison over his scar, he felt that Harry should find other outlets besides talking to him. As much as it had pained him, the overdramatic Southern doctor had suggested that meditation would probably do him some good and the only person who knew quite a bit on the subject was a certain Vulcan.

"To thank me is illogical. You are my friend Hadrian and it is my duty to grant you help whenever you may need it," Spock replied as he finished lighting the candles. Harry smiled as he took a seat on his mat, saying nothing more on the subject. Closing his eyes and getting into position, he sensed the lights dimming and felt Spock moving to take his place from across him.

The room became still filled only with their light breathing, the darkness held at bay by the flames of the candles. The scent of heat, spice and something like the desert hung in the air soothing the pair. Harry felt his thoughts drift away, his head becoming light and hazy while Spock watched his companion having been compelled to keep his eyes open.

When Harry had first approached him with the desire to learn the art of meditation, Spock was curious to say the least. Not even Jim had ever expressed interest in his mental practices so logically Spock had inquired as to the reason behind Harry's interest. When the young doctor confessed to having PTSD, the Vulcan had understood.

He wasn't surprised by the admission as he had figured it out for himself a few weeks after they first met, but Spock felt a sense of… perhaps contentment that Harry would trust him enough to seek his help on a rather delicate matter. So he had agreed not really objective to the thought of company and he did wish to help Harry.

As such the last few days after shift were spent coaching Harry in the art of meditation. Spock had informed Jim of the new development and the blond captain had understood allowing the pair their time alone. And Harry himself had been adamant about learning what Spock had to teach him, always paying careful attention to his instructions and giving the Commander his undivided focus. It was something that pleased Spock for Harry was an excellent student and was quick to pick up on his instructions.

Deciding it wasn't the appropriate time to linger in memories, Spock slowed his breathing and focused his thoughts although his eyes remained open, rich brown depths fixated on Harry. The young doctor was obviously in deep meditation his breathing slow and timed while his limbs remained still. Firelight from the candles cast a glow upon his face and hair enhancing his natural beauty. His warm skin was smooth and his cheeks rosy from the heat of the room while dark hair glimmered in highlights of deep blues.

Spock shivered suddenly as a sensation of air brushed against his back and along his arms. He glanced around carefully noting that the flames of the candles remained still, undisturbed. Frowning slightly, Spock discreetly observed his room in order to locate the source of the movement of air. He saw nor heard anything to indicate the venting system as the culprit.

He shivered again when the strange sensation returned. It tenderly moved along his limbs, his back and surprisingly his face, as if carefully inspecting him. Whatever it was, it felt as if it was curious and meant him no real harm. Finding himself relaxing, Spock closed his eyes allowing his senses to interact with the anomaly, unaware of Harry watching him, bottle green eyes glowing with magic and fire light. He smiled.

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~Seth