Hi, for the second time today! I thought I'd be nice and publish another chapter today, because I'll be going back to school soon and won't be able to write as much, as fast. So, I have an idea of what I should be writing for the next couple of chapters (They are pretty much written in my head.) I just haven't got round to putting pen to paper, and then fingers to keyboard!
Thank you to everyone who has reviewed it, to The Weird and Wonderful for following, and to Lizzybethxox, for putting up with my excessive excitement and screaming via text when someone does review, as well as being my little Beta.
Hannah

Hannah stumbled on to the bridge, yawning widely. After her breakfast with Kirk, she'd discovered that her shift in Med Bay had been moved, so she just went back to bed.
"So, what stupidly suicidal thing-" Hannah stopped in her tracks. Spock spun in the Captain's chair to look at her. Hannah exhaled the remainder of her breath out sharply. She looked over at Uhura, a hand covering her face.
"Was 'stupidly suicidal' the right phrasing?" She asked, dreading the answer she already knew was coming.
"Naturally." Uhura replied, not even looking up from her controls. Hannah smiled grimly. Oh, yay.
"Spock-y. Where is James Tiberius Kirk and how is he going to die today?" She asked.
"The Captain is currently inspecting the unidentified planet." Spock answered the first half of her question. The comms that burst into a crackle of life answered the second half for her.
"Hey Spock?" Kirk panted. "I think we are on Neural."
Uhura met Hannah's eyes. They both walked off the bridge.
"Where are you going?" Spock demanded. Hannah grinned at him.
"To do something so unbelievably clichéd, that I can't believe we are actually doing it." She replied. "Let's play a game of 'Go Fetch The Captain.'"

Hannah hated the bloody all-in-one she was wearing. It was depressingly tight-fitting. And shiny. It was like someone had picked up heat resistant material, a wetsuit, and thought 'Hey, why don't we make a super awkward Star Fleet uniform out of this shit!"
"Fucking Lycra." Hannah grumbled to Uhura. Uhura smiled sympathetically, with the suit actually looking- not good, no one could do that- okay on her.
"The boys have to wear it too." She said, grinning at the console in front of her. Hannah grimaced, moving to the back of the shuttle to snatch up two phasers.
"That is not a nice image." She informed Uhura as she landed the shuttle.
"Nope." She agreed, looking out the window and picking up her phaser. "But Sulu being thrown into a tree by a white Mugato is."

Kirk saw the shuttle land as he was tossed away from the huge white-haired apelike creature. He watched it pick up Sulu, as his head snapped back on to the grey rock. Head hanging below his shoulders, his back curving to cover the bumpy crumbly rock, he saw Hannah running upside down on the sky towards him. She was holding something in her hand, it was really shiny. The light that reflected off it, bounced up into her face.
Pretty.
The red light didn't do anything when it hit the throwing monster. Another one was behind her, Kirk could see the cream horn rising above Hannah's head. He had to stop it. He had to...
His head lolled back and hit the rock again. The world spun, it hurt for him to try and look at anything. Then the world refocused as razor sharp claws raked along Hannah's back. Kirk heard her cry out as she tumbled to the ground.

The Mugato leant down towards Hannah as she rolled on to her back. She saw the rows of yellowing teeth and fangs baring down on her. One of the Mugato's moved away from her. It was moving to a shimmering gold figure.
Kirk. It was going to attack Kirk. Hannah threw herself up at the Mugato's head, ignoring the scraping of teeth along her calf. Her hands closed arounf it's throat, squeezing as it tried to throw her off it's back. The Mugato's struggles weakened from the lack of oxygen, and Hannah loosened the grip of one hand, just long enough to pick up the sharpened wooden stake Uhura threw to her. She plunged it into the Mugato's back. She looked up to see Uhura taking care of the other Mugato. Hannah began to clamber up a tree, reaching up for the small patch of light blue tangled in there.

Sulu was nudged back to consciousness by a weak voice insistently calling his name. Hannah prodded him as hard as she dared, leaning over him and holding him so he didn't fall from the tree.
"Come on, you have to climb down." She croaked. Sulu raised himself out of the sludgy haze of semi-consciousness. He let Hannah guide him down, carefully placing his feet on branches, and telling him where to grab the branch. She didn't even care when he accidentally stood on her shoulder, just grabbed his foot with her right hand and moved it on to the actual branch. A couple of times, Hannah had to let go of the tree herself, to catch Sulu with both hands. She was lucky that it happened at places where she could grip the tree between her knees, and lodge her hips between branches.
Once he was down, Sulu leant heavily on Hannah's shoulders all the way back to the shuttle. She lowered him into a sitting position on the harsh, cold metal floor. He leant back on to the walls of the shuttle next to Kirk.

As Hannah turned to speak with Uhura, Kirk saw the vicious slices that ravaged her back. They seeped with blood, staining the remainder of the back and the tops of the legs of the blue suit a dull red, not quite crusting as the blood still gently slithered down her back. Her left leg had four scratch marks forming a little tattoo of red, and the shoe had come off, leaving her foot bare and the sole scratched with thorns and rocks.
"You're bleeding." He told her hoarsely, through his concussed state. Hannah turned back to him, smiling weakly through her pain.
"Shh." She said gently.
"But-"
"Sh." She hushed again, squatting down in front of him. "Don't worry about me."

Hannah was such a good liar. Kirk should have worried about her, she had a bite on her leg that could have been poisonous. Mugato's had a poison in the fangs, which was excruciatingly painfully, and Star Fleet didn't have the cure for their bites. Her back was agony, every movement felt like it had been set on fire.
"Hey, Spock?" She called over the comms. "Tell McCoy he's about to earn his pay. Three severely injured patients are coming his way."
"What is Lieutenant Uhura's condition?" Spock replied quickly. Uhura hid a smile. Hannah glanced over at her.
"She's...unharmed?" Uhura gave her a thumbs up. "Yes, Uhura is fine Spock."
Spock's reply was one of the few times Hannah had ever heard him confused.
"I do not understand. Who is the third patient?"
Hannah scowled.
"ME." She snapped. "Severely injured does not necessarily equal unconsciousness asshat."
Spock did not deign himself low enough to reply to that. Hannah stuck her tongue out at the communicator in her hand.