Hi! So I did decide to write this, and this is not my usual area of expertise so, just bare with me. Also, thanks to my lovely little Beta, (although she isn't exactly little metaphorically or literally) Lizzybethxox, who is amazing!
DISCLAIMER: I don't actually own Star Trek, or a large majority of the characters here. However I do own Hannah and a couple of other OCs.
Hannah
Hannah wobbled off the transporter pad. As she stepped down, she tumbled forwards. She braced herself for the cold, solid floor but it never came. Two strong arms had caught her, and pulled her upright. Carefully opening her eyes, she looked directly into the light blue eyes of the Captain.
"Hi?" She breathed.
"Hi." Kirk smiled. Hannah smiled gently back.
The red shirt at the Transporter's controls stared interestedly at them, his mind whirring. Naturally, the story that spread round the ship a few days later was not quite what happened here. It never really was when Ensign Bailey witnessed it- or to be fair, even heard it. Luckily for Hannah and Kirk, no one believed her anyway, because she repeatedly spouted out random nonsense. Kirk and Hannah looked away awkwardly, Kirk dropping his hand from her shoulders. Hannah smiled sheepishly at him.
"I missed you." She said as soon as they stepped into the quiet corridor. Kirk looked across at her surprised. Hannah laughed.
"You, as in you plural? And it's been 18 years for me!" She grinned, gently shoving him. Kirk laughed and pushed her back. Hannah raised an eyebrow and pushed him. Kirk stumbled into Spock, ensuing a derogatory eye raise and a fit of giggles from Hannah. Kirk tried not to join in, but quickly a smile cracked across his face, and he was sniggering just as hard as she was.
"I heard you were back." McCoy grumbled unenthusiastically.
"Woah, dude. Don't go overboard with the welcome party." Hannah drawled, but they were both smiling.
"You'd better be staying here." McCoy grinned- a very rare event. "I need the help."
Hannah curtsied.
"You couldn't get rid of me even if you tried." She beamed. "It would be my honour."
"Of course it will be, Dr Mortimer. Just wait until you see what we have in store for you." He guffawed. Hannah frowned at him.
"Have you guys been stalking me?" She asked with a wry smile. McCoy shook his head. Hannah raised an eyebrow at Kirk.
"I have no idea what you are talking about." He said, unconvincingly. McCoy laughed.
"Sure you don't, Jim." He mocked. "It's not like the second she left you spent three hours on your PADD."
Kirk punched McCoy lightly on the arm, telling him to shut up. Hannah felt a heat creep up her cheeks and her chest panged with... she had no idea. But she felt something. She turned away slightly to hid her blush and laughed, slightly hysterically.
Kirk had called Hannah over after they had both finished their shifts. She sat gingerly on a soft chair in his room. Kirk's mouth moved, but Hannah couldn't concentrate on the words spilling out of his mouth. They were alone. In his room. Um, awkward? Kirk waved a hand in front of her face.
"You in there?" He teased, a smile creeping into his voice. Hannah smiled, clearing her turbulent mind a little.
"Sorry. What were you saying?" She asked. her eyes widened slightly, and her heart rate shot up as Kirk sat on the arm of the chair she was perched in.
""I said, what's it like? Being back, I mean." He asked, the smile fading slightly. Hannah smiled crookedly back at him.
"It's strange. In a good way. It feels more like family than it did with my actual family. And also it doesn't help that I struggle to remember what half of you are like, and I can't forget what the other half are like!" Hannah laughed shakily. Kirk squeezed her hand lightly. Hannah felt that same fluttery feeling, and a strange desire to laugh. Her heart didn't want to stay still, and she could swear that Kirk could hear it. Only know did she realise what it meant.
Hannah never thought she could have such a sinking feeling, when her insides where full of feathery wings, desperate to escape.