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

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

33. Water

Harry grunted as he was thrown onto his back, staring up into the mirthful blue eyes of his captain. Quickly he found himself rolling onto his knees before standing ignoring the soreness of his back as he took stance again. Jim grinned mimicking his movements, the pair staring each other down. With light, swift steps they attacked exchanging blows trying to trap or pin down the other. Harry caught a break as he crouched and swung out his leg knocking Jim to the ground before pinning him into place.

"Yield," he ordered even as Jim struggled. But the blond quickly learned that he wouldn't be able to get out of the hold and sighed, grumbling, "Alright I yield."

Grinning smugly, Harry stood and offered a hand to Jim which he took, hopping up onto his feet. Rolling his shoulders, Jim sighed, "Seriously when did you start getting so good?"

"I took lessons while I was still on Earth and having sparring partners here on the Enterprise has helped me hone my skills quiet well," Harry joked reaching up and carefully working his thumb into Jim's shoulder. It was obviously a little sore so he was gentle. Jim groaned sagging in relief, "Oh god that feels good."

"Don't fall asleep on your feet now," Harry scolded lightly already feeling the blond lean back against him.

"Awww, come on Harry!"

"No, sorry but I'd rather not be your personal pillow. I don't think Spock would appreciate that and besides, you stink."

"Hey!"

Chuckling, Harry stepped away patting Jim's arm as he walked past him to head to the showers. Jim followed him sulking a bit even as Harry rolled his eyes at his antics. They gathered their clothes Jim having no problem with undressing where he stood. Harry on the other hand averted his gaze and walked to his usual stall sliding the curtain shut. Out of most of the members of the crew that worked out, none of the males ever felt discomfort around each other with the exception of Harry. Jim couldn't deny that he was curious as to why his friend felt that way.

It was common knowledge that Harry was good looking and certainly had a nice body if his snug uniform wasn't a dead giveaway. If Jim wasn't madly in love with Spock, he would totally have jumped Harry although a growing part of him whispered that he still wanted to anyway. In a brief moment of lust Jim could almost imagine Harry pressed between him and Spock, his sweet face flushed and twisted in ecstasy.

"Okay! I didn't just think that," Jim thought in horror. He hoped against hope that Spock hadn't caught that. Shaking himself of his inappropriate (at least he felt it was inappropriate toward Harry, the guy was his friend) thoughts, Jim finished undressing and gathered his towel to make his way toward a stall. As he passed Harry's he briefly glanced at the curtain out of habit not really expecting to see anything as usual. But today seemed to be an unusual day for Jim because he stopped dead in his tracks, trying not to openly gape.

The curtain wasn't, it seemed, closed all the way as it usually tended to be. The opening was big enough to give him quite an eyeful of Harry's back which was currently facing him. Blue eyes locked onto the creamy expanse of skin as water trickled down in heavy beads, caressing muscles and shapely hips as well as sensual legs. Jim's mouth went dry as he drank in the sight, but his heart felt cold.

Despite his delicious beauty, Harry was covered in scars of various sizes. They gleamed in brighter shades of white; some were small and smooth, some were large and jagged, some even seemed to burst out like tiny fireworks their serrated ends creeping out in a spidery fashion. It was heart wrenching and reminded Jim that despite how close he had grown to Harry, there was still much about the young doctor that he didn't know. But it didn't change how he felt, that he wished he could help his friend mentally and physically. It's been said that water has the ability to heal, but Jim didn't really believe that and he was sure Harry didn't either. Because no matter how much water was poured over the scars, they would never fade.

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~Seth