I FIXED THE STRANGE GAPPYNESS. So, here you go. A normal-to look at- chapter! But, ta dah! Please review this and tell me if I'm rambling and should shut up or if you guys are okay with where it's headed. If you have any advice or ideas for Hannah and Kirk, I'd love to hear them!

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Hannah composed herself remarkably quickly. She swiftly glanced in the mirror, to assure herself one final time that she didn't look much more of a mess than usual. She swept out the room... And immediately ran into Cupcake. His face lit up evilly as he recognised the petite doctor in front of him.
"Considering you so rudely interrupted me last time-" he began.
"Don't." Hannah cut across, holding up a hand in front of his face. Cupcake didn't even blink, merely carried on his interrogation.
"Aren't you even slightly guilty?" He pressed, trailing after the slightly creased blue dress, into the Mess Hall. "I mean, how many thousands of people did you kill? And your actual troop... Erm, what were their names... Longsdale? Thompson-"
Hannah whipped around, an aura of pure fury enveloping her, and yet her face only betrayed distain.
"You," she spat clearly, "do not get to talk about Thompson. Not about his death, not about his training, hell- not even about his anorexic sister in New York." Hannah glowered at him. "You have no idea what you are talking about."
Cupcake snorted in her face. Hannah stepped forwards, her head tilting back a microscopic fraction, so she could continue to meet the security officer's sneer.
"Mention him again, and I will end you." She informed him calmly.
"Like you could." He retorted. Hannah threw back her head, and laughed. A cold, piercing laugh that made the hairs on Cupcake's arm stand up. No emotion was held in the laugh, and it sent shivers creeping up his spine.
"You just said it yourself, I've done it before. Don't think I won't again."
Hannah turned away, and stalked off to the end of the Mess Hall.

McCoy sat down opposite her. Hannah looked up from the PADD she'd been furiously tapping away on.
"Lenny!" Hannah chirped.
"Mort." He returned. Hannah rolled her eyes.
"No need for the kinda-not really- death threat in Latin." She drawled. "What's up?"
McCoy paused, hand half-way to his mouth.
"Can't I sit down without you automatically assuming I want something?" He asked, affronted. Hannah grinned.
"No." She teased, "because that never happens."
McCoy scowled. Hannah laughed. He eyed her suspiciously.
"You weren't in such a good mood five minutes ago." He grumbled. Hannah threw her hand in the air.
"What can I say? Cupcake's an asshat!" She reasoned with a light hearted laugh. McCoy shook his head disbelievingly.
"Can you work an extra shift tonight?" He asked. Hannah narrowed her eyes.
"That was a pathetic topic change, but yeah. Why?" She suspiciously agreed. McCoy looked away. Hannah grinned, and prodded him in the ribs.
"Why?" She pressed eagerly. Then her eyes light up. "You're trying to avoid Carol." She realised. McCoy's head snapped up. Hannah grinned.
"You tell her, and I'll kill you." He warned. "I'm a doctor, I know how."
Hannah stood up and laughed. As she passed him, she leant down and whispered;
"As I've told Hendorff many times before, I'm a psychopathic trained killer. I'd like to see you try."

A yawn escaped from the between the young doctor's lips. McCoy glanced up at that precise moment and caught sight of it.
"Go on." He nodded towards the door. "I got it from here."
Hannah smiled gratefully, pulling the unwilling CMO into a one-armed hug.
"See ya tomorrow, Lenny." She saluted. McCoy pushed her away gently.
"You do know I hate that nickname, right?" He pointed out deliberately. Hannah smiled, slightly sleepily.
"And Jim hates me calling him Jiminy Cricket, but I'm never going to stop that either." She teased. McCoy shook his head, and turned back to his PADD. Hannah laughed quietly, rubbing an eye with the heel of her hand. She left the Med Bay... And immediately walked into Kirk.
"Jim!" She spluttered. "Hi?"
Kirk stared at her blankly for a second and then blinked quickly.
"I was just coming to find you actually." He stumbled over the words. The corner of Hannah's mouth lifted slightly.
"Oh?"
"Spock showed me your memories."
"Oh."
Kirk pointed down the corridor towards his quarters.
"Do you want to...?" He trailed off. Hannah nodded, and followed him, a micro step behind him.

Glass in hand, Hannah sat on the edge of the bed next to Kirk. She looked questioningly at him.
"So."
"Thompson?" Kirk asked. Hannah laughed, slightly shakily.
"That's your first question?" She asked incredulously.
"I'm not over watching him die, how the hell are you?" Kirk asked shakily. Hannah placed the glass on the bedside table, her hand shaking slightly.
"Honestly?" She directed the question to the floor. "I don't think I am." Her gaze came up to meet Kirk's. "I don't think I'll ever be."
Kirk hand wrapped over hers.
"He died for you." He stated plainly.
"I wish it had been the other way around." Hannah choked. Kirk pulled her into a hug.
"I'm glad it wasn't." He breathed into her ear. Hannah's breath hitched in her throat.
"It's my fault he died." She gasped. "He was my best friend, and I let him die." Hannah could feel Kirk's hair brushing to and fro over hers as he shook his head.
"No. It wasn't." He reassured her. "You made an impossible choice."
Hannah pulled away from him.
"Hendorff's right. I AM a murderer." Kirk opened his mouth, but Hannah pressed a hand over it. "No, shut up." She warned before continuing. "But I'm sort of okay with that, because I saved a few people as well. I have to keep telling myself that as long as the numbers evened out, I was alright." She looked away from his mournful gaze. Her sight went blurry as the room swam in her tears. She held her chin up and looked at Kirk. "But I could have kept Thompson alive, and I can never forget that."
Kirk raised a hand to her cheek, and gently cradled her face. Hannah gently rested her hand on his and leant into it. She closed her eyes, and sighed.
"Promise me something."
"Anything." Kirk agreed.
"If there is any possibility of you getting hurt, don't try to save me." She pleaded. Kirk withdrew his hand, and looked at her reproachfully.
"No!" He shook his head sharply. Hannah looked into his eyes, a hidden iron strength shining through her swimming eyes.
"Kirk, I can't have your blood on my hands too." She insisted. "Please? Don't try to save me."