I thought to make up for the unreasonably short last chapter, I'd make sure this one was at least 100 words over a thousand, and about 300 words more than my usual length of chapters!
Well, this morning I did the ASL ice bucket challenge, but my mother doesn't think I got wet enough (that sounded cleaner in my head) so I will be jumping in the river after rowing tomorrow. Yay!
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Hannah!

Hannah's shift was nearing it's end. She looked across at mcCoy's office, where his sillhouete sat hunched at his desk. She glanced down at the PADD in her hands, then back up at McCoy. She shighed resignedly, and shoved the PADD on to a white worktop. She knocked twice on the doorframe before entering the small room.
"Have I been overreacting?" She asked sadly, perching on his desk. McCoy looked up at her, slightly worried by the topic of conversation.
"Hannah. Doctor. Not Pshycologist. Go ask Ch-" McCoy said gruffly before being interrupted.
"Chapel'll will be all 'you know Kirk's reputation. You shouldn't have yourself into this mess in the first blah blah blah.'. Uhura is dating Spock, so I don't think I'll go to her for advice, and also she'll probably tell Jim the whole conversation. Mia- No. And I am not getting dating advice from a 14 year old." Hannah reasoned. "Besides, you and Jim are really close to the point that half the ship is wondering if you are more than friends."
McCoy had leant back in his chair as Hannah was speaking, but at that last statement, he sat up immediately. He opened his mouth and then shut it again, deciding to ignore the fact that people shipped him and his best friend.
"What are you even fighting about? I mean, besides you nearly killing Cupcake over there." McCoy nodded to one of the few occupied beds. Hannah ran a hand through her hair, leaving her forefinger tangled in the very end of a strand.
"He watched the show." She said simply. "He watched the fucking show. Why couldn't he have just left it alone?"
Understanding dawned in McCoy's eyes. He scratched the back of his neck thoughtfully.
"Jim won't apologise first, but as soon as you say something apologetic he'll probably come back crawling." McCoy mused slowly. "And I think you've probably punished him enough."

Hannah left the Med Bay and sent a quick message to Kirk as she walked down the corridor.
-Hey, look. I'm sorry I overreacted a bit. Can we talk?
The reply came almost immediately.
-Now? Where?
Hannah read it slowly, even though it was only two words long. She bit her lip and tapped out the reply.
-Mess Hall? Corner Table?
-See you there.

Kirk approached the table, seeing Hannah already there, leaning over her PADD. A couple of strands of hair had teased themselves loose of her hastily shoved up ponytail. They fell across her face, half hiding it. He could have easily reached across and tucked it behind her ear, it wouldn't have taken any effort at all. But he just sat down, and stared at her stonily.
"You wanted to see me?" He asked curtly. Hannah looked up in slightly surprise, as if she half wasn't expecting him to show.
"Um, yeah." She said hestiantly. "I'm sorry i walked out like that. It's just that, I didn't really want anyone here to see that stuff. I'm especially proud of it."
"Ok." Kirk said shortly. Hannah was slightly taken a back. How do you reply to 'ok.'?!
"I mean-" She started. Kirk cut her off.
"Seriously, Hannah." Kirk said dejectedly as he stood up. "I really don't care. I hope you and Andy are very happy together."
Hannah's eyes widene slightly, and she was so surprised with his reply, that she burst out laughing. She brought up a hand to cover her mouth and tried to stop.
"This is about ANDY?" She sniggered. Kirk looked at her afrontedly. With a small snort of disust, he left her sat there.

Hannah stumbled into Frances' room. She wrapped her arms around the teenager.
"Umm, Hannah?" Frances asked the shoulder that was heaving up and down. "Are you laughing or crying here?"
"A little of both." Hannah admitted, slightly choked.
"What's happened-slash-happening?"
"Kirk thinks I slept with Amnesia Andy." Hannah explained, humiliated.
"As in the boot you named Amnesia Andy after Fliss threw it at your head?" Frances asked, then remembering an earlier conversation. "The one Fliss and you were joking about you not being able to keep your hands off him because you kept knocking him off the stand?" She checked, struggling to swallow her grin. Hannah nodded. Frances burst out laughing.
"It's not funny! He thinks Andy is a crew member, and when he told me- rather rudely, in fact- that he hoped we were very happy together, I LAUGHED IN HIS FACE!" Hannah yelled at her, slouching backwards on to the bed.
"You are in such deep shit."
"YOU THINK I DIDN'T REALISE?"

Hannah caught Kirk again on his way out of the Mess Hall.
"Kirk?" She asked. He turned to look at her, saw who it was and turned away. "Kirk! Wait! Please?" She jogged up to him and grabbed his arm. "Please? I'm sorry I laughed at you. I need to show you something, to show you why it's so funny."
"I really don't want to know about your-"
"Brother dearest. Go see." Fliss remarked as she passed him. "Just... just go see it."
Hannah mouthed a thank you over her shoulder as Kirk sighed and stalked to Hannah's room.

"That's ANDY." Hannah pointed to the boot on the stand. Kirk looked at it, scoffed and spun away.
"Kirk! THAT IS THE ONLY ANDY OR ANDREW OR ANYTHING THAT CAN BE ABBREVIATED TO ANDY ON BOARD THIS SHIP!" She called after him. Kirk stopped. "Amnesia Andy. We called him that after Fliss threw him at my head."
Kirk still didn't move, nor did he say anything. Hannah died slightly inside, as one of the stitches holding together her heart unravelled, tearing open a scar on her heart.
"Jim. You have to believe me."

"HOLY FUCK!" Fliss screamed, covering her eyes, and sprinting out of the room. She shut the door behind her, and stared at the white wall, horrified. "Oh my god. Oh My God. OH my God!" She muttered, stiffly wandering down the corridor towards Medical. She was slightly mumbling "oh my god." To herself when she walked into Med Bay. McCoy looked over at her in puzzlement.
"Could you throw a shoe at my head so I can wipe what I just saw from my memory?" She asked, shell-shocked, and completely disgusted. McCoy raised an eyebrow.
"I just walked in on my brother on my roommate."
"Oh, they've stopped fighting." McCoy said cheerily, watching with detached amusement as Fliss banged her head softly against the wall. Chapel walked in and frowned at Fliss.
"Don't do that. You'll break the wall." She said protectively. "Did I just heard you say Hannah and Kirk are back together?"
McCoy nodded affirmatively. Chapel whipped out her communicator and sent a quick message to Uhura. Fliss thumped her head against the wall again. She looked up, tilted her head to the side.
"Nope. I can still see it." She hissed, returning to hitting her head on the wall.