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 (male/male pairings), threesome, AU, violence, angst, psychological/anxiety disorders, sexual situations, badly written accents, etc.

Pairings: Spock/Harry/Kirk, hints of Sulu/Chekov and Scotty/Uhura

45. Confession

"It's getting late Teddy. You should probably go to bed," Harry stated looking up from his paperwork, his son currently sitting on his bed book in hand. Teddy blinked and pouted slightly, "I'm not tired. Just a little longer dad!"

Of course this was a lie. It was obvious he was tired from the way his eyes drooped and how his book kept slipping in his grasp. He looked ready to fall over and pass out any minute. It was endearing, but Harry wasn't in the mood to deal with Teddy's stubbornness (damn Tonks for giving him that part of her). He had been in a bit of a foul mood since the day before when he bore himself to Spock and Jim telling them his secrets. Of course he hadn't heard a peep from them since then and it messed with his emotions.

Opening his mouth to scold his son, Harry was cut off by the chime of his door letting him know that someone wanted access. Curious as to who was visiting him so late, he stood and made his way over to the door opening it. He was surprised to see Jim standing before him nervously while Spock was placed behind him rigid as usual.

"Jim? Spock?" he questioned unsure of what was going on.

Grinning sheepishly, Jim shrugged, "Hey Harry, sorry about the late night visit but could we uh… we need to talk. If that's alright with you I mean."

Sensing it was serious and pushing down the torrent of emotions churning in his stomach, Harry nodded and stepped aside to allow them access. Teddy immediately bounced over stumbling a bit as he hugged Jim's legs beaming up at him, "Hi Jim!"

"Hey Teddy, giving your dad a hard time?"

"Nope!" he chirped before hugging Spock as well. The Vulcan lightly patted his head watching fascination as the hair turned from brown to a light blue. Smiling a little and shaking his head, Harry interrupted, "Well kiddo you should probably tell Spock and Jim goodnight. It's time for bed."

"Awww! But dad!"

"No buts young man. It's late and you need your rest besides, you'll see them tomorrow," Harry scolded gently. Teddy glared at him sleepily with dark green eyes before he swayed again and yawned mumbling in denial about sleeping. Walking over Harry plucked him up before directing his superiors, "Just sit down and I'll be back soon. Make yourselves at home."

Without another word Harry walked into the bathroom which connected his room with Teddy's. It was very similar to how Spock and Jim's rooms were set up although they usually slept in Spock's room while using Jim's as an office/living space for them. They listened as Harry spoke softly to Teddy as he helped him prepare for bed. Once he was dressed and his teeth brushed, the wizard could only watch in amusement as his son immediately passed out the moment his head hit the pillow. The boy had always been stubborn about bed time; a habit he developed when he was little that still lingers. Huffing in fond exasperation, Harry closed the door before making his way through the bathroom back to his room.

"So what exactly did you want to talk about?" Harry questioned once he made sure the doors were locked and secured.

"Well first we want to thank you for saving us from Gary since we uh… well since we never did," Jim chuckled sheepishly.

"Indeed, you have our gratitude," Spock offered. Harry shrugged lazily, "You're important to me. I couldn't let him kill you… I couldn't let it happen again." Harry trailed off. Within his eyes Jim and Spock saw the hidden sorrow surface. Despite the years that passed it was obvious the emotional wounds were still healing. And perhaps they would never fully heal, remaining hidden to be dealt with when Harry saw fit.

"We also wanted to tell you that… that Spock and I are fine with who you are. To be honest I was mad at first, but Spock explained the reasons why you hid from us. I realize that you weren't trying to hurt us or be malicious, but rather that you wanted to keep yourself and Teddy safe. And besides, you've always done everything you could to help people and hell, you've saved my life at least a few times since you joined the crew. So… thanks for trusting us Harry," Jim smiled.

Harry blinked stunned by his captain's words. He hadn't expected them to be accepting considering the mistrust and tension that occurred from the time he woke up. But then again he supposed it was only normal that they had reacted in such a way. The Harry they thought they knew wasn't really who he claimed to be and then to find out that once upon a time ago there was such a thing as magic was certainly overwhelming. So he couldn't blame Jim, but it still surprised him that they had forgiven him so quickly.

"There is also one more matter that we wish to discuss with you," Spock interrupted, his voice steady although there was the faintest hint of… perhaps apprehension? Harry couldn't tell but it must be a serious matter considering how intensely they were staring at him. He could do nothing but nod and allow them to continue.

Deciding to take the lead Jim cleared his throat, "First we need to know… how do you feel about us?"

Harry felt his heart pick up faintly and fought down a blush. Licking his lips nervously he questioned, "Why do you want to know."

"Just humor us."

Shifting nervously, Harry replied, "Well… you have become very good friends, the closest ones I've had in years since that time. I mean, I've told you things I've never shared with another soul before and considering how tight lipped I am about myself, that's a pretty big deal. Jim, Spock… you two have become very precious to me. If anything were to happen to either of you… I think I might lose it."

Jim and Spock glanced at each other, a silent conversation being exchanged in their eyes. Focusing his attention back on Harry, Jim spoke, "I know it seems odd that we asked you that question, but there was a reason for it. We needed to know because there's something we need to tell you, something we need to ask you. For a while now Spock and I have… noticed something about ourselves, something that's been changing. We didn't think much about it at first but lately, it's begun to stick out in our minds more. We've talked and tried to sort ourselves out, tried to understand why we were feeling what we are. But yesterday it seemed like it finally made sense to us."

Harry watched as his captain paused before continuing, "When you told us about your life, about the things you saw and endured it just seemed to bring things into focus. Spock and I… we care about you Harry. To know that you've had to fight a war, had to sacrifice yourself and your sanity to win it… it just made us realize the extent of our feelings. There's nothing we wouldn't do for you Harry; we've always felt the need to protect you, to make sure that you never felt alone or isolated. And those emotions just seemed to intensify and… fuck! I don't know if I'm making any sense!"

"What Jim is attempting to convey to you Harry is that we… care for you deeply; more than the affections of a friend, more than the affections of family. If you allow us, Jim and I wish to form a romantic relationship with you," Spock concluded softly.

Harry tried not to gape openly at them wondering if perhaps he was dreaming. On the one hand he was happy, ecstatic in many ways for he had harbored feelings for the pair since he began working with them and getting to know them. But since they were together Harry was resigned to the reality that nothing would ever happen between them. And he became content with their friendship. Yet now it seemed that they too had felt the same, returned his affections.

But another part of Harry, a larger part still bleeding and scarred from his past was frightened. What if something happened to Spock or Jim? What if one of them wound up dead during a mission? After all the chances of dying at an early age were much higher working on a star ship. Harry wouldn't be able to cope with losing someone close to him, he would surely break.

Then there was also the doubt; what if after learning all his dirty secrets they decided to leave him? What if Spock or Jim became disgusted with him? He didn't want that! Their opinions mattered most to him! If either Spock or Jim ever came to hate him, Harry wasn't sure what he would do. Their rejection and abandonment would kill him!

Ducking his head and clenching his fists in his lap, he murmured, "This isn't funny."

Jim blinked, "Of course not. What makes you think it would be?"

"I don't like being toyed with. I don't like being the butt of someone's joke so please kindly leave."

Okay, this wasn't going as well as they hoped. Glancing at Spock, Jim frowned, "It's not a joke Harry. Spock and I like you, care about you deeply! We wouldn't be cruel enough to toy with you!"

"Bullshit! Why the bloody hell would you want someone like me when you already have each other? Why?" Harry shouted still not looking up. If he did they would see his eyes, the fears and pain within them along with his hope. They would see his own love, his own affections. He couldn't let them see. It was better this way.

Jim watched helplessly feeling an ache form in his chest. He wasn't sure if Harry was rejecting them or not although it didn't seem like it. Rather it appeared that he was trying to push them away, give them a way out and he couldn't understand why. It was frustrating and it upset him. Looking to his lover, blue eyes begged for help.

Spock's own eyes softened at his T'hy'la's distress before they focused on Harry. He took in the tense figure that sat before them, the small shoulders squared off as if ready to not only face the world but bear its burdens as well. There was a time when so much had been placed on those shoulders, responsibilities that no child should have had to endure. And now they were weighed with the ghosts of the past; burdened with guilt, fear and sorrows that most likely will never completely leave. Spock understood the truth, understood logic and Harry's reasons could not be hidden from him.

Standing quietly, the Vulcan glided toward the young doctor before he knelt in front of him. Making sure his shields were strong, he carefully took Harry's hands much to his shock. Cradling them tenderly, he spoke in a soft deep timber, "There is no need for you to fear. While it is understandable that you are apprehensive in deepening our ties due to your past, it is illogical to ignore what you feel. If there is one thing Jim has taught me, it is that feelings can be a strength. Emotions change us in many ways and help us become stronger as an individual. We cannot promise that we will not die some day for all things must end eventually, but we can promise you this Harry. We care for you and with time we will love you; we will protect you, comfort you and treasure you till the end of our days if you allow us. We only wish for your happiness, to make sure that you know that you are loved and cherished."

Jim watched as Harry stared at Spock, thick tears forming in bottle green eyes before rolling down his cheeks. Letting out a choked whimper, the wizard slumped forward into Spock's waiting arms clinging to him tightly fearful of letting go. Standing, Jim knelt next to the pair and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist placing a tender kiss upon his hair.

He whispered softly, "Just give us a chance Harry, that's all we ask. Just a chance."

Harry nodded whimpering more as Spock rested his forehead against his while Jim tenderly kissed his tears away. They had a lot to work on and much to overcome, but neither Jim nor Spock cared. Because in the end Harry would be worth it.

I can hear you all squeeing and I must confess I was too when I wrote this. So FINALLY! They are together! Happy day! Now thank me by leaving a review and worship the ground I walk upon!

~Seth