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

80. Argument

"What the bloody hell were you thinking you arse?" Harry yelled his green eyes blazing with a mix of anger and magic making them glow, "Do you have any idea how worried we were when Scotty contacts us saying how you just beamed yourself down onto an unknown planet and disappeared without a trace? And then to make matters worse, you blocked the bond so we didn't know if you were dead or in trouble!"

Jim sat stubbornly on the couch his lips pressed into a thin line as he stared at the wall. He didn't care if he was behaving a bit like a petulant child, his lovers would have to suck it up and respect his privacy. Spock stood next to Harry, his arms tucked behind his back and his posture was more tense than usual. McCoy occupied a chair not far from the couch, grumbling and cursing under his breath. For a moment Jim was certain the good doctor was doing a rather wonderful impression of fire breathing dragon and had he been in a better mood, he probably would have asked for Harry's opinion. But at the moment the wizard was raging mad at him.

"I was fine. I don't need you to treat me like I'm a baby that needs looking after. I'm a star ship Captain for fuck's sake!" Jim exclaimed frustrated over his current situation. He just found out that Kodos was still alive, the man that destroyed his childhood was still alive and breathing. If that wasn't enough of a mind fuck, his lovers and best friend weren't making it any better.

"God dammit Jim! You're not a teenager! You can't just go running off without telling anyone anything. You're lucky Harry had that tracking charm on you or we wouldn't have been able to find your sorry ass," McCoy butted in. Jim clenched his fists as he thought about Harry's little trick to track him down and it made him all the more angry. Was there no such thing as privacy anymore? Did Harry not trust him enough to keep himself alive or something?

"Well it's not like I asked him to put it on me. What gave you the right to tag me like some sort of dog! Can't trust me or something?" Jim growled feeling his temper rising, trying to calm himself. The last thing he needed was to say something he didn't mean and make the situation an even bigger mess. Harry snorted, "Of course I trust you, but dammit I worry about you too Jim! You're just like me, you could be walking down a street and you get into trouble. We both have bloody targets painted on our backs just tempting the universe to screw with us!"

"Jim, please understand," Spock spoke his voice calm and steady, "Under normal circumstances Harry, McCoy and I would respectfully allow you to retain your privacy. But since you've received your private message you have been acting irrational and overly emotional which indicates that something is wrong. We merely wish to be informed of your situation so that we can better understand you and your needs."

"You can't help me, this is something I have to do on my own."

"And why exactly do you say that?" McCoy grunted crossing his arms to show he wasn't buying it. Jim frowned, "Because this is my problem and I can handle it just fine."

"By running off without telling us what's going on or where you even are? By making us worry that something could happen to you and we wouldn't even know where to begin looking?" Harry stated his hands shaking slightly. Spock placed a hand lightly on the small of the wizard's back, grounding him a bit. Running a hand through his hair, Jim huffed, "Nothing's going to happen. I just need a day or two to clean this mess up and then we'll be on our way. Nothing is going to happen to me Harry."

"You can't guarantee that. You can't promise me that you'll come back alive!"

"I'm not going to die Harry! Do you really not believe in me? Do you really have such little faith in my ability to live past tomorrow? Cause fuck, that makes me happy to know!" Jim exclaimed his temper gaining hold again, "Why the hell do you think I'm going to die?"

"Because they died! Because Charlie died! Because Cedric and Sirius and Remus and everyone I loved died!" Harry screamed a vase nearby exploding making everyone jump. McCoy bit his lip while Jim stilled gazing at the wizard as Spock pulled him close and rubbed his back, speaking softly to him. Harry sobbed, "They all said the exact same thing to me Jim! They all said they would be fine, that they would come back alive! So excuse me for caring, for fearing for your safety!"

"Harry," Jim whispered stepping close, "I'm not going to die."

"How do you know?" Harry hiccupped, "How do you know you won't end up dead?"

Carefully extracting their smaller lover from Spock's arms, Jim held Harry close and stroked his hair. Softly he spoke, "Because I have something to live for, something to come back to. I have you and Spock and Teddy and Bones and the crew. I have a home here and I'm happy, happier than I've ever been in my life. That's why I always fight to come back, because I love you guys and I'm not leaving you behind."

"I'm scared Jim. I'd go insane if I lost another person I cared about… I wouldn't be able to live through that again. Don't make me go through that pain again," the young doctor whimpered. Jim nodded, "I know babe, I know. And I would never want to do that to you. I've seen what losing a loved one results in, it destroyed my mom. That's why I have to do this Harry. This situation… it's a part of my past that I thought was dead and now it's back and I have to make sure it doesn't destroy what I have now. If I don't stop this monster… I'm afraid of what he'll do if he finds out about you or Spock or Teddy or any of our friends. I can't let that happen."

"But why do you have to do it alone? Why can't you rely on us?" Harry questioned. Jim didn't answer.

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~Seth