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

34. Earth

"Well this is bloody fantastic," Harry grumbled as he sat up rubbing his sore backside. Squinting around in the darkness Harry cursed to himself again when he couldn't make out anything. Sometimes he really hated it when McCoy was right. His boss had nagged about the mouth of the cave appearing unstable and that going inside wasn't a good idea. But most of the landing party had been curious especially Spock, who's tricorder had been going crazy since they found the cave. So of course they had gone in to explore, but it seemed like the universe had to prove the Southern doctor right.

An earthquake had triggered the disaster raining rock and debris upon them. The last thing Harry remembered was Jim screaming for him and Spock while McCoy held him back in order to prevent him from being crushed. Now here he was in the dark without any way to find if he, Spock or any of the landing party was still alive.

Fumbling around for a moment, Harry nearly cheered when he found the strap to his medical kit. Unfortunately when he tugged he discovered that it was crushed under a rock and he was once more spitting out curses. Flopping back onto the ground Harry wondered what to do. Normally the situation would be rather simple with the use of his magic. Blasting charms were useful or even a simple Lumos would have been great, but since he was surrounded by muggles it wasn't happening.

Hearing shifting and a groan of pain, Harry sat up quickly and called out, "Hey! Are you alright?"

The shuffling movement grew closer as a familiar voice replied, "I'm fine Hadrian. Are you well?"

"Spock! Oh thank Merlin, I'm fine. But I can't see very well and I'm afraid to move lest I find myself falling into a gaping hole of death," Harry joked slightly trying to lighten the mood. He squeaked when Spock suddenly lifted him up barely able to make his face out in the darkness. He didn't seem amused.

"Now is not the appropriate time for jokes. We must find a way to reach Jim and the others," Spock scolded lightly.

"Right, but how exactly? I'm blind as a bat right now," Harry questioned.

"Vulcans have far better sight than humans therefore I shall guide us through the dark," Spock explained grabbing a hold of Harry's wrist. Fighting down the urge to blush, Harry looked around not hearing any of the other officers that were with them during the exploration of the cave. He pointed this out to Spock.

"Unfortunately it is only us… they were casualties," was the reply.

Harry bowed his head for a moment to offer his respects to the dead officers. No doubt when Jim found out he was going to be pretty upset. The blond captain always felt that his men were his responsibility and whenever one died, there was always a guilt that weighed upon him. While it was saddening to see their captain broken up over the death of his men, it was a trait that many of the crew admired about Jim. It showed that the blond cared deeply for each life that was under his command and it inspired them to work hard and follow him without question.

Feeling a slight tug, Harry focused again before following Spock trying his hardest to not stumble too much. Although it was rather difficult considering he was pretty much blind and while he trusted Spock to be his eyes, there was still too much rubble around them to avoid all of it. Grunting as he stubbed his toe for the fifth time, Harry nearly stumbled into Spock's back as the Vulcan stopped.

"Are you well?" Spock inquired.

"Yeah," Harry grumbled, "Just all these bloody rocks I keep tripping over. I know you're trying your best Spock, but I can't see a bloody thing."

"I apologize."

"It's alright Spock. I just don't like the idea of somehow falling on my face or twisting my ankle. But we should keep moving despite my discomfort, especially if we want to get out of here as soon as possible."

It was quiet for a moment before there was shuffling and Harry, while he would never admit it not even under torture, let out a rather unmanly squeak as he was suddenly lifted into strong arms. Eyes wide, he glanced up at Spock although he couldn't really see him that well quite shocked at the sudden turn of events. The Vulcan didn't seem all that bothered at least from what Harry could tell. It wasn't as if they had any sort of skin on skin contact due to their uniforms so really there wouldn't be any discomfort for the First Officer.

"Spock?" Harry questioned uncertainly.

Spock continued his trek as if he hadn't been interrupted, explaining, "You expressed a logical point in bringing up your discomfort. As your eyesight is not at keen as mine in the dark, the chances of you hurting yourself are greater than that of my own. In order to prevent this I felt it was only plausible to carry you as it eliminates the threat to your safety and allows me to move at a swifter pace."

Harry blinked but said nothing because really how could he argue with that? Instead he just rested against Spock's chest and tried to control the flush in his face along with his racing heart. While it was nice being held like a precious treasure, Harry knew that some higher power was getting a kick out of his predicament. He vowed that if he ever met the wanker, he was going to hex him/her/it into next year.

And after what felt like days (or maybe it was hours really), they finally managed to find their way out of the cave system and into the fresh air. Then it took them close to another hour to finally meet up with the remains of the landing party (or rather search party). They certainly must have made quite a sight for the Vulcan was still carrying him not to mention that both were filthy. But it seemed like Jim didn't care one bit, happy was he to see them. So happy in fact that he had rushed up to the pair barely letting Harry step away from Spock (he had been set down finally) and pulled them both into a crushing hug (with Harry squished in the middle).

Harry had once more let out an unmanly squeak (again he would never admit to it) while Spock had stiffened staring down into the bottle green eyes of the young doctor against his chest. Harry merely gave a helpless shrug and offered a slight smile before hugging Jim back obviously trying to calm him and reassure him that they were fine.

It was only then that Spock relaxed wrapping his arms around his distressed T'hy'la in order to sooth him (and to perhaps reassure himself that Harry wasn't about to disappear). The crew made no comment over the display, just relieved that the Commander and doctor were okay. So they gladly turned their eyes away from the trio whom, although dirty and covered in earth, seemed content where they stood just glad to be alive.

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~Seth