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, etc.

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

79. Kodos

Jim couldn't deny that he was exasperated with his lovers even though part of him understood their concern. They had practically been glued to his side since the Enterprise began making headway to Planet Q and it was a bit annoying. He wasn't a child, he could take handle himself like an adult. Hell he had been fending and caring for himself since he could remember; between his absent mother, his runaway brother and his dickhead of a stepfather, Jim had grown used to taking care of his own problems. And it wasn't a habit he was going to drop any time soon. He appreciated their fret, but this was just something he had to do on his own. It would just be best they didn't get involved at the moment.

"Hopefully I can keep them off my tail long enough to do this," Jim thought as he made his way toward the appointed meeting place Tom set up. He had beamed down almost as soon as they were in orbit, having kept his crew off his tail with preparation orders. Jim knew that they would probably be pissed when this was all over, but he would deal with that bridge when he came to it. Besides, he wasn't stupid and came prepared. He carried both his phaser and his communicator on him just in case, but the communicator was shut off so he couldn't be tracked. Not to mention that he had blocked the bond as well, not wanting to take any chances of being found before he could finish his investigation.

"I just want to get this over with," he muttered, "If this Anton Karidian is really Kodos the Executioner, then I'm going to make sure that guy pays for his crimes."

It didn't take long to meet with Tom who hugged him and shook his hand earnestly relieved to see him. Explaining his limited time, Tom immediately began to lead him to the theater. They wouldn't catch a show, but they could meet and mingle with the cast who were often socializing in the lobby of the theater when they weren't performing. As they walked, Jim was grateful that he had the insight to change into normal clothing knowing his command gold would have stuck out like a sore thumb. He merely wanted to see Karidian and determine if Tom was speaking the truth or not, which meant laying low and not drawing attention to himself.

Leaning calmly against a beam in an inconspicuous spot, Jim acted casual as he ran his eyes over the room. There was quite a large gathering at the moment as various people intermingled and interacted as they spoke of the various performances that were being held. They acted so carefree, oblivious to the possibility that one of history's bloodiest tyrants was in the same room as them. It made Tom's blood boil, but he remained calm and collected as he stood with Jim. The captain could see this was trying on his friend's nerves, but to cause a scene would do more harm than good for them.

After five minutes Jim was beginning to think that maybe Tom was starting to slip, that perhaps he hadn't let go of the past as much as they thought he had. And perhaps a part of him was a bit peeved too. Jim was risking a lot coming here; his career, his relationships, his ship. If this was all just a delusional created in Tom's mind because of stress or something else, Jim was going to be pissed. There was only so much he was willing to do for the man in comparison to what he would do for say McCoy, Teddy or his lovers.

Scanning the room once more, Jim prepared to call it quits when he froze. His eyes settled on a very familiar face; sure he certainly had aged quite a bit, his hair was gray and his face was wrinkled, but it was him. Jim could never forget that face, the one that had haunted him since the moment he stepped off of Tarsus IV. Looking at that face, gazing into those eyes placed him back in that hell hole and he once more felt like that young boy who fought, killed and struggled to survive when the rest of the world was burning around him. And now here he was, the devil himself in the flesh. It definitely was him, it was Kodos.

Turning away, Jim swallowed down the bile that wanted to greet the world and swiftly made his way toward the nearest exit, keeping a firm grip on Tom. He felt like a coward for running, for being reduced to his weak and pathetic self of that time, but mentally he knew it was the best option. Jim wasn't sure he was in the right state of mind, that he had the control to not just pull out his phaser and kill the son of a bitch where he stood. He couldn't risk his ship and career for that, not without evidence. And he would get the evidence! There was no way he was letting Kodos get away again!

"JT," Tom whispered when they were outside, the open air washing away the darkness of oppressive nightmares and fears brought to life. Jim inhaled a few deep breaths before sighing, "It's him."

"I told you!"

"I know, but we need to do this carefully Tom. We need evidence, proof that it's truly him and not just his fucking long lost brother or something. Once we have the proof, he'll pay but until then all I can do his contact Star Fleet and let them know what's going on." Tom nodded in understanding reaching out to pat and grip Jim's shoulder. Quietly he murmured, "You should get back to your ship and I must go home. Meet me again tomorrow evening."

"Alright, be careful Tom," Jim advised. Tom nodded before waving and walking off, leaving the blond captain standing in the middle of the street. Taking a few private moments to gather himself, Jim pulled his communicator from his pocket and switched it on. As he prepared to hail the ship to beam him up, a voice called out for him, "Jim!"

Glancing to his right Jim blinked when he saw Harry along with Spock and McCoy racing toward him, each conveying various levels of distress. The wizard reached him first hugging him tightly while McCoy immediately whipped out his scanner to check him over. Spock stood stiffly his eyes a mix of concern, relief and disproval. In a curt tone, he stated, "I believe that you have some explaining to do Captain."

All Jim could think about in that one moment was, "Spock's pissed. Dammit, FML!"

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~Seth

Okay I know I'm probably annoying you all with this, but if any of you can make music videos or know someone who does, let me know. Cause the idea of having a video for this fic using Pieces by Red just makes me grin like an idiot when I think about it. So yes, I will keep searching! It will eventually happen one day... I hope