Disclaimer: I do not 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

48. Comfort

Harry thrashed and struggled as the sheets of his bed tangled among his limbs, binding him further the more he fought. His skin was pale and covered in a thin sheet of sweat while he whimpered and choked, muttering familiar names belonging to those who were no longer a part of the living. Pleas went unanswered as the wizard was forced once more to relive the dark moments of his life; nightmares that dug their claws into him and refused to let go.

Suddenly jolting up Harry screamed his mind exploding in a whirlwind of memories. It took him a good five minutes to realize where he was; that what he saw was only his nightmares and that he was upon the Enterprise, not stuck back on earth fighting a war that would forever mare his soul. Feeling faint and nauseous, Harry quickly scrambled out of the bed nearly falling on his face from being so tangled up in his sheets.

Hurrying into the small room he barely managed to open the lid of the toilet before he found himself heaving the contents of his dinner from that night. The taste of acid and bile burned at his throat making him gag and vomit more. He heaved and coughed sobbing as tears of pain and fear blinded his vision. His head was pounding, his heart was racing and yet he felt so numb, so tired. It was a wonder that he was able to function as he was.

Clutching the toilet as if it were a life line, Harry shook and whimpered the tears continuing their course as they fell in rivers and he tried to choke back his sobs with little success. He must have been such a mess; a miserable picture of human weakness and despair. If Voldemort or his Deatheaters had ever seen him like this, no doubt they would have mocked him for how far he seemed to have fallen. He just didn't have the energy or the desire to move from his spot, fearful that he would be nauseous again if he tried.

Hearing the hiss of a door opening, Harry looked up as Teddy stood in the doorway of his room obvious having been awoken by his father's vomiting. Sleepy eyes were filled with concern as he questioned, "Are you alright dad?"

Giving a shaky smile Harry replied, "Yeah… just a bad dream is all. I'll be okay."

Teddy didn't look convinced because he knew the different. There were bad dreams then there were BAD dreams. Making up his mind, he walked over and stroked his father's hair for a moment before walking out again. Stepping out of his room and into the corridor, Teddy followed the familiar path down the hall to Spock and Jim's room the trek not taking him long at all.

Reaching the door he pressed a button on the keypad alerting the inhabitants inside that someone was seeking entrance. He waited for a few moments listening to the shuffling and slurred cursing from Jim. Looking up as the door finally opened, Spock seemed surprised to find Teddy standing outside and quickly inquired, "Is all well?"

"No, dad had a nightmare and was throwing up in the bathroom. It's been a while since he's been that bad so I thought he needed help."

Jim, who had stepped behind Spock, immediately frowned, "Nightmares again?"

"Most likely a delayed reaction from his… encounter with Mitchell," Spock suggested. Jim nodded in understanding while Teddy lingered. Offering a gentle smile, the blond pushed his lover out the door not caring that they were clad in their night clothes and held out his hand to the young boy. Teddy immediately took it as Jim said, "Lets go make sure Harry's okay then."

Teddy nodded as he was led back down the hall with Spock trailing behind them. Using his captain override code, Jim entered Harry's bedroom just as the wizard was stumbling out of the bathroom looking pale and washed out with dark circles under his eyes. Neither of them were impressed while Harry just seemed a mix of irritated and perhaps shameful.

"Why don't you head back to bed Teddy. We'll take care of your dad," Jim ordered gently. Nodding, he made his way over and hugged his dad's legs wishing him a goodnight before using the adjoined bathroom closing the door behind him. Shaking his head Jim focused on Harry who was watching them having made his way to the bed. Said young doctor merely raised an eyebrow doing a rather convincing impression of Spock.

"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that he fetched you two," Harry mumbled.

Jim shrugged walking over with Spock. The pair's intentions were clear to the wizard and there was very little doubt in his mind that they would take no for an answer. So Harry just sighed too exhausted to fight or complain as he was maneuvered onto the bed, somehow managing to settle him between them. There was nothing he could do but close his eyes as arms rested upon his waist and hips while a blanket wrapped snug around them.

But it felt warm and safe to be cradled by them, their steady breaths ruffling his hair as Jim rested their foreheads together while Spock's nose was buried with his dark locks. It was nice to know that they cared enough to offer him comfort in the middle of the night despite being awoken from their sleep. So Harry did nothing but allow himself to relax and fall back asleep, his mind blissfully blank. There were no more nightmares.

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~Seth