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, language, angst, character deaths, psychological/anxiety disorders, sexual situations, badly written accents, etc.

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

64. Packing

"Hey Harry! Have you seen my washed out jeans?" Jim called out digging through their dresser in search of said jeans. Glancing up from helping Spock fold clothes to be placed in a suit case, Harry frowned, "Wasn't it in the third drawer down?"

"Nope, it's not there," Jim sighed.

"Well I don't know what to tell you. You sure they're even clean? Cause I know you wore them not that long ago and when you wash them, you put them in the third drawer."

"I'm sure that I had them washed," Jim grumbled as he continued his search.

"Perhaps you have misplaced them or they have already been packed," Spock offered as he placed a shirt in the suit case. The blond captain continued his search checking the other drawers as well as the closet not having any luck. Becoming irritated, he huffed and glanced around the room in exasperation. He felt a bit silly; he was Captain James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise, defeater of time traveling Romulans, the youngest Star Fleet Captain in history and yet he couldn't even find a pair of misplaced jeans.

"Oh stop sulking. You look silly," Harry sighed. Jim glared at him, "Hey! Those are my favorite jeans! I've had them for a long time now and they look good on me. They're my sexy jeans."

"I can't believe you actually just said that," the wizard gaped, "I'm beginning to doubt your sanity."

"Come on! You know you love me," Jim joked leering at his lovers. Groaning in fond exasperation, Harry shook his head, "If I retrieve them for you will you go back to packing instead of being a git?"

"Yup!"

Rubbing his forehead, Harry held out his hand and flicked his wrist murmuring, "Accio Jim's washed out jeans."

From under a pile of jeans that were set aside to be packed, the missing pair launched themselves from their hiding place and into the wizard's hand. Jim smiled sheepishly while both Harry and Spock gazed at the blond, their features revealing that they were not amused. Before Jim could find himself at the end of a verbal lashing, Teddy bounced into the room.

"Father, will you help me pack? I wanna make sure I have everything cause Dad always says to double check!" Teddy questioned as he stared up at Spock. The Vulcan gazed down at the young boy he was quickly coming to see as his own, especially with the way Teddy spoke and interacted with him. Nodding, Spock replied, "Affirmative, I will assist you in your packing if Harry allows."

"Don't worry about me Spock, I can handle the rest of our packing. You help Teddy cause he does tend to forget at least one thing," Harry assured. Beaming, Teddy gripped Spock's sleeve and walked with him out of the room to head across the hall leaving Jim and Harry by themselves. Green eyes sought out blue, an eyebrow raised while Jim smiled shrugging helplessly. It was actually funny to see Harry pick up on Spock's habit of raising his eyebrow, although when they did it at the same time it was a bit freaky.

"You're an idiot," Harry stated.

"Yeah I know," Jim smiled walking over to hold the wizard close, "And you're amazing."

"Sometimes I wonder how you managed to survive this long without Spock or I to keep you in check," Harry muttered. Jim's eyes softened, a tinge of sadness within their depths as he murmured back, "I wonder the same thing."

Feeling regretful for his callous words, Harry rested his head on the blonde's chest, "I love you. I'm glad we both lived long enough to meet each other."

"Me too," Jim hummed leaning down to kiss his head, holding him closer.

"Of course that doesn't mean you get to skip out of packing the rest of our luggage," Harry teased. Jim pouted pulling back with a wounded look, "You're evil."

"You just figured this out?"

"Fine, just don't expect it to be neat and perfect," Jim huffed. Harry snorted, "I think you would have to be more worried about what Spock will say, not me. He's the perfectionist of the relationship, not me."

"Well Spock is pretty sexy when he's angry," Jim chuckled wiggling his eyebrows.

"You're a masochist. Stop dawdling and get to work," Harry ordered.

"And you're sexy when you take command." Throwing his hands up in defeat, Harry turned back toward his suitcase ignoring the snickering from the blond. It was okay after all, there were many ways that Harry could get him back. He was a wizard and the son/godson of three Marauders. He was born and bred to prank. He smirked evilly and chuckled quietly under his breath, plotting his next move leaving his captain unaware of his fate.

Double update! Cause I felt bad for leaving you guys hanging for a bit. Damn my slumps! You guys know the routine! Review please!

~Seth

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