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

102. Repercussion

Harry gently stroked Teddy's hair, watching as his son rested quietly having just fallen asleep not that long ago. It had been a long and stressful day for them. Being kidnapped by a childish entity with amazing power wasn't anyone's idea of a good time. If Trelane's parents hadn't shown up, Harry was positive he would have killed the other creature and he wasn't sure how to feel on that. On the one hand, it would have been justified but Harry was sure he would have immediately regretted it.

"Probably would have still hexed him good," he thought to himself. He couldn't help his anger and irritation; Trelane had reminded him in some ways of Voldemort. They had both toyed with lives as if they were entitled to, that it was their right to hold the fate of living people in their hands. And it made him sick, especially when those lives had been his friends both past and present. It brought him back to a place he had been able to avoid for a while, but now it was there again. And not for the first time Harry cursed his PTSD.

Sighing quietly, Harry leaned forward and kissed Teddy's forehead before carefully standing not wishing to disturb the sleeping child. Silently he stepped out of the room and made his way to his own shared quarters with his lovers suddenly feeling old and exhausted. It was as if all the energy had been drained out of him and all he wanted to do was sleep. Stupid Trelane and his childish tantrums; he supposed he was just grateful that it didn't end worse and that everyone was alive. Not to mention that they would be able to make it to New Vulcan on time.

"You look dead on your feet," Jim stated when Harry glided into their bedroom, looking a bit like death warmed over. The wizard grunted as he began to undress leaving his clothes where he dropped them. Normally he would pick them up and dispose of them in the hamper, but he couldn't find a reason to care. And it seemed Spock shared his sentiment since he didn't get after the young doctor about it either.

"Been a shitty day," Harry stated after a moment.

"You got that right."

"We are fortunate that it did not end less favorably," Spock commented sitting up in bed. Harry nodded as he climbed over Jim and settled himself in between, slipping under the covers. The Vulcan and human followed his example as they laid down as well, placing themselves almost protectively around their fiancé. Nothing was said for a long while, they just laid there breathing and thinking in the silence of the room. Harry shifted and blinked slowly.

"I wanted to kill him," he murmured against Jim's neck. The blond stroked his hair gently, his chin resting on the top of the wizard's head while Spock pressed their foreheads together. He hummed, "I know."

"I almost did."

"I know."

"You stopped me."

"Yeah."

"Thank you for that."

"I knew you would regret it if you went through with it and I couldn't let you feel that."

"I wanted to kill him… he reminded me so much of Voldemort and it just struck a chord in me. And while I didn't go through with ending his life, he still somehow managed to make me feel like shit," Harry growled tightening his hold on Jim, "He took away the comfort and security I was building in myself. For a while I was thinking I was finally getting over everything. I hadn't had an episode in a while and it assured me that I was really doing much better, that I was overcoming my PTSD. But then this happened and suddenly I'm stepping back again."

"It's okay Harry. It sucks I know, you were doing really well, but sometimes we all take steps back and it is frustrating. But you're still alive, you're healthy and you're strong so you don't have to worry. Plus you have me and Spock and Teddy and everyone else, you're going to be okay," Jim assured, "It won't happen right away and you might have more relapses in the future, but we'll always be there for you. We're getting married after all and you're going to be stuck with us for good."

"Indeed, you are our bond mate and our T'hy'la Harry. We shall remain at your side to help and guide you when you need us," Spock said, running a hand soothingly along his hip trying to relax the other. Harry sighed quietly and snuggled closer to Jim kissing his neck chastely in gratitude while reaching back to grip Spock's hand. Once more he wondered how he managed to survive for so long without them. And what had he done to truly deserve them?

"Get some rest babe, we've all had a long and stressful day," Jim advised kissing his forehead. Spock nodded, "It would be advisable to rest. I suspect that Nyota and the rest of the senior staff will seek answers from you after having witnessed your magical abilities."

"Bollocks, I forgot about that," Harry grumbled.

"Just sleep, don't worry about it for now," Jim insisted hugging the slighter man close. Deciding to not argue, Harry forced himself to relax and took comfort in the warmth of his lovers as well as their breathing. And before he knew it, he found himself falling into the blissful darkness that was sleep.

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~Seth