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

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

41. Escape

The day they reached the planet was difficult and Harry wished once more than none of the recent events had come to pass. But wishes meant little in the reality of the situation. It had been challenging to knock Mitchell out, but they had managed. Once he was drugged and subdued, a team consisting of himself, Jim, Spock, Lt. Lee and a few other officers beamed down to the lithium station. Lee and his officers had gone off to gather the materials they needed in order to power the Enterprise. The rest of them had helped Jim and Spock take Mitchell to a holding cell with a force field to prevent the man from escaping.

Now Mitchell was awake calmly watching him, observing him as if trying to solve a puzzle. Harry glanced to his left as Jim walked up, Spock standing behind them. Mitchell continued to watch Harry, quirking his lips slightly when Jim stepped in front of the young doctor protectively, blue eyes narrowed. Appearing amused, Mitchell spoke, "My friend James Kirk. Remember those rodent things on Dimerious, the poison darts they threw? I took one meant for you."

"And almost died," Jim sighed, "I remember."

"So why be afraid of me now?"

"You've been testing your ability to take over the Enterprise, my ship Gary. In the transporter room you said something about us seeming like insects. That you'd squash us if we got in your way," Jim hissed his anger obvious.

"I was drugged then," Mitchell shrugged nonchalant. He gazed at Jim before smiling, "You should have killed me when you had the chance Jim. Spock was right and you're a fool for not." He stepped forward only to be held back by the force field which crackled as it fought to contain him. Stepping back he paused for a moment before repeating the process ignoring Jim's shouting for him to stop. He flew back with force landing in a heap in a corner.

Then without warning, the metallic hue of Mitchell's eyes changed back to their original brown. He blinked whispering, "Jim?"

"His eyes turned back to normal," Jim muttered obviously surprised.

Spock was quick to reply, "Fighting the force field drained his strength. For a while at least, he could be handled now." But the words meant nothing for as quickly as the change came, it went as glossy silver overtook brown once more. Harry glanced at Jim eyeing how his shoulders drooped slightly and knew this was hard for the young captain. His situation certainly wasn't fair, but Harry learned that life was never fair for anyone.

Focusing his attention back on Mitchell, he watched as the man stood slowly all the while gazing at them. His lips were curled slightly as he carefully made his way toward the field again, but didn't touch it. It reminded Harry of the various feline exhibits in the zoos he visited; the predatory grace and stance, the way Mitchell's eyes moved as he watched them. He was growing stronger, more confident and it wasn't good. He stated as much, his smile growing as he watched Jim tense and his hands flexed at his side.

"Jim," Harry whispered stepping closer to the blond, "You and Spock should make sure the preparations are coming along. I'll stay here with the security officer and keep an eye on Mitchell. The quicker we get this done, the quicker we'll be able to leave." Blue eyes glanced back at him in concern.

"You sure Harry?"

The wizard nodded, "Yes I can handle this." Frowning and glancing at his First Officer who appeared just as concerned from the softening of his eyes, Jim sighed again before nodding. Giving instructions to the security officer to guard Harry, Jim gave a slight smile before walking off with Spock. Harry watched them go before glancing at Mitchell who merely watched him in return. Deciding to ignore him, Harry turned to chat with the security officer hoping that things would be done soon.

It was a few hours later that things went bad. Jim and Spock had returned instructing that they were preparing to beam up and that should Mitchell try to stop them, Lt. Kelso would be standing by with a switch that would blow up the valley they were currently in. Mitchell appeared unconcerned as he gazed away as if focusing on something else which made the hairs on the back of Harry's neck stand.

"You should have killed me when you had the chance James," Mitchell spoke as he raised his hand, "Command and compassion is a fool's mixture."

Without warning sparks of electricity shot out hitting Jim first knocking him out. Spock immediately moved to fire his phaser, but was hit as well landing on the ground with a heavy thud. Harry cried out, "Spock! Jim!" He rushed over to kneel next to them relieved that they were still alive. But angry green eyes gazed up at Mitchell who tore down the force field and stepped out of his cell, smirking as he did.

"Why do you waste your time protecting fools who care only for each other? Why pine for those who will never return your affections?" Mitchell questioned as he moved closer. Glaring, Harry replied, "Because they mean something to me."

"I could give you the world Harry, I could give you anything you wanted. All I want is you to be by my side and together we could be powerful, without equals," Mitchell coaxed, "We could be gods."

"Thanks but no thanks," Harry snorted raising his own hand, "I'm good as I am."

With a flick of his wrist and a muttered spell, Mitchell found himself flung back into the room crashing into the bed. Grunting and sitting up quickly he could only watch as Harry grabbed Spock and Jim's shoulders before disappearing with a loud crack. Standing and dusting himself off, Mitchell smirked. He knew Harry was special, had known since he began to develop his powers; he had sensed it and while he didn't know exactly what Harry was hiding as he knew it was extraordinary.

After all, a normal human didn't have powers like that nor were their thoughts hidden behind the hissing of snakes. Mitchell would find out the mystery that was Hadrian Black and he would convince him to stay by his side. He merely had to rid of Jim and Spock in order for it to happen. Chuckling Mitchell walked off into the desert. It was time to begin anew.

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~Seth