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

81. Murder

"Jim, just tell us what's going on. We want to help," McCoy pleaded, fearing for his friend's safety. They had been quiet for several minutes allowing Jim to comfort Harry and get the wizard to calm down. But they couldn't avoid the pressing matter at hand; their captain's obvious vendetta against someone from his past. And from the looks of it, it wasn't good. If the situation was as bad as the blond was implying, no doubt it was dangerous for him to do it on his own. Spock nodded in agreement with McCoy, "It would be advisable for you to inform us of the situation. You stated yourself that it is dangerous, therefore it is illogical for you to precede on your own due to the threat of your safety."

"Spock," Jim sighed, but was cut off by the beeping of his desk computer. Releasing Harry he walked over and tapped the screen pulling up video feed of Uhura, "Kirk here."

"Captain, we just received a transmission from Planet Q. It's a video message to you from a Dr. Thomas Leighton," Uhura stated. Jim tensed before ordering, "Patch it through to me. Thank you Lieutenant."

"Yes sir." It only took a few seconds before the transmission came up. Tapping the screen once more ignoring the others gathering around him, Jim swallowed as the screen showed video of Tom glancing around nervously. Barely an hour had passed since they last saw each other so Jim had to wonder why Tom was getting a hold of him.

"Tom? What is it?" Jim questioned in concern. Tom twitched and turned his focus on the captain stuttering a bit hysterically, "JT! JT, something's wrong. I t-think I was followed!"

"Calm down Tom, you need to calm down. Tell me what's going on?"

"I w-was walking home a-after meeting with you and I wasn't bothered at first, but then… I s-suddenly felt as if I was being watched. I thought perhaps nerves, but the feeling grew so I was rushing home. I locked the doors and shut the windows, then I tried to m-make some tea. But then I s-s-started hearing noises, movement of someone outside! I think it's him JT!"

Jim shook his head, "That's not possible Tom, he didn't see us. We were hidden, he didn't see us. You need to calm down, you're working yourself up, fearing on your own fears. He doesn't know Tom."

"It's him!" Tom exclaimed, "He knows we're here, that we're going to put him away so he's going to kill us JT! Don't let him kill me!"

Anxious, Jim nodded, "Alright Tom, just hold on and I'll beam down to get you okay? You can stay aboard the ship until everything is over you understand?" Tom nodded appearing hopeful for a moment before he froze his face paling even more as the sound of shattering glass echoed through the speakers. Harry gripped onto Jim's arm, unable to turn away from what was unfolding before his eyes.

"Tom, you need to get out of there! You need to get out now!" Jim shouted. Tom didn't seem to be focused on them anymore as he carefully shuffled out of view of the screen despite Jim's protesting. They all strained to listen, hoping against hope that the situation wasn't as dire as they were thinking. But wishful thinking never got anyone anywhere. Tom suddenly began to scream and immediately rushed back into view bypassing the computer to move around the desk. But whoever was following him wasn't as coordinated because they slammed into the desk sending Tom's screen crashing to the ground. The video feed was a mess, but they still had sound.

Jim shook as he listened to Tom scream and beg calling his name at the top of his lungs. McCoy was pale and Harry looked ready to faint, his eyes were wide with terror. Spock quickly placed his hands firmly over his dark T'hy'la's ears in an attempt to muffle out the noise realizing how it was affecting the wizard. And as quickly as it happened, it was over as Tom's screaming faded and it was quiet. The only sound was the crunching of footsteps as the killer left without a word.

Sorry for my disappearance, RL drama going on with family and then my bestest friend ever flew into state to stay with me for a week. So I haven't had much time to write or draw or update shit, so again sorry. But hopefully my mojo will come back soon! But until then, please review! Thanks!

~Seth