I can't leave these two alone! Lorna is by far my most favourite OC I've created and as long as little titbits of their life pop into my head I'll carry on sharing them with you. Enjoy!
Lorna snapped her hand back quickly and stuck her thumb in her mouth, groaning at the pain she scowled at the offending drawer. Stupid thing shut too quickly, how was she to know that you had to push and release?! Flapping her hand in the air she grabbed her coffee and went back to bed one, hopping up and crossing her legs she carefully placed her cup in front of her and looked to the closed main door in front of her. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. How could it be possible? How could nothing happen at all on the entire ship when it was her shift? McCoy had got a cracking partial amputation! What did she get?! A self-inflicted sore thumb.
"This sucks," Lorna whispered to herself as she took a sip of coffee.
She tried not to blink for as long as possible.
Her coffee tasted weird, why did her coffee taste weird? Hopping back down Lorna went back to the replicator and stared at it for a good four minutes.
"What do I want?" drawing an imaginary circle with her finger in the air as she contemplated her choices Lorna couldn't settle on one thing in particular. Looking behind her she noticed Kostas at their desk. "Kostas!" she shouted at them from across the bay.
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to the mess, do you want anything?" standing and tapping her foot Lorna watched as Kostas just stared at her.
"What day is it?" Lorna creased her brow.
"Thursday?" she answered tentatively.
"Shawarma," nodding Lorna made her way out of the medical bay and headed towards the mess. She didn't know what she wanted but she wanted something. She actually managed to guess when the turbolift came to a stop this time! Even with her eyes closed and fingers in her ears. Commander Lajeunesse walked by a short time later and tried to give her a high five.
"No!" Lorna said sternly as she shook her head at the man.
"Oh yeah, sorry. Forgot!" Lajeunesse replied turning his high five into a weird, embarrassed wave as they went by one another. Lorna continued on, marvelling at all the people getting on with their days, going places and doing things. She was going to miss the ship, their five year mission was coming to an end and they (McCoy and her) had decided to take positions back on Earth (much to the protestations of pretty much the entire crew (they were very popular)). McCoy wanted nothing more than to just be on soil again and had been offered a very nice cushy position at Starfleet Headquarters and Lorna wanted to take up Paper Mache which she didn't actually fully know what it was but she'd heard about it and it sounded fun (she had also been offered a pretty sweet deal at the Academy (which coincidently was going to be her first project, to make a Paper Mache Academy)).
Turning the corner and starting down another corridor she cringed when she saw Ensign Shah coming in the opposite direction.
"Oh shi…" plastering on a smile she watched in horror as the small little annoying thing noticed her and grinned wildly.
"Doctor!" Lorna stopped walking and actually considered running away from him but then she remembered Kostas wanted Shawarma so did a little foxtrot, dance thing with her feet before continuing on.
"Ensign," she replied politely as she stepped up her speed.
"I just wanted to let you know that the rash has gone!" Lorna gritted her teeth.
"Great news!" giving him two thumbs up (Fonzie style) Lorna didn't stop walking but silently cursed when Ensign Shah turned direction and began walking alongside her.
"All thanks to you! Hey, you never got back to me about joining the fossil club Ensign Akhtar and I run?" Lorna had completely forgotten about that!
"I didn't?" she answered quickly.
"No," Shah was getting suspicious.
"Oh?" she had no idea what to say and she walking pretty quickly and she running out of breath.
"Do you want me to send you the details?" Lorna laughed and waved a hand dismissively.
"Oh that won't be necessary Ensign, I'll find my way!" she told him panicked.
"But you don't know where we meet and Crewman Yau uses the room every other Wednesday so…"
"I'll figure it out Ensign!" Lorna all but shouted at him. "Well, I better be going I've got a very important… operation to carry out?" Lorna watched as Shah looked at her sceptically. "If it's meant to be Ensign it's meant to be, that's what I always say!" slapping him on the arm, perhaps a little too hard because she saw him wince Lorna grinned and all but broke into a run towards the mess. Once inside the mess she took a minute to get her breath back and then the smell of food hit her and she immediately doubled over with nausea. Making a very guttural retching sound Lorna lost all the colour in her face and messily leant against the wall. A passing Lieutenant caught sight of Doctor Heiland and ran over just as she was putting her head between her legs.
"Are you okay?" Lorna grunted in response. "What happened?" Lorna peered up at the kind face of Lieutenant Melcher.
"I feel sick," she mumbled as she dared to stand up with the help of Melcher. "The smell, it knocked me sick." Shaking her head Lorna gave Melcher a lopsided grin and Melcher looked at her knowingly.
"How long have you been feeling like this?" the Lieutenant asked as she guided her over to an empty table.
"Not long I suppose?" Lorna remarked absentmindedly.
"Do you think you've eaten something funny?" Lorna shook her head. "A bug?" Again, Lorna shook her head. "Doctor Heiland, forgive me for saying so but, is there any chance you could be pregnant?!" Melcher whispered the last word and did a strange mime where she pretended to have a large belly and Lorna sat frozen, staring at the woman as if she just told her she'd run over her cat. "Doctor Heiland?" Melcher repeated, worried at how still Lorna was sitting.
"Pregnant?" Lorna whispered, they'd planned it for a while but Lorna hadn't expected that it would have worked first time?! She'd kind of been looking forward to the 'trying' part.
"I just know that when I was pregnant the smell of food had the exact same effect on me?" Lorna nodded slowly. "Is there anything I can do Doctor Heiland?"
"Can you get me a Shawarma?"
Making her way back to the med bay Lorna missed her deck three times before walking through the door with a very angry looking Kostas waiting for her.
"Where did you go?" Lorna didn't answer but just handed over the wrapped up snack and then made her way over to her desk. Kostas was neither concerned nor interested in what was going on with Lorna Heiland so just went and ate their nosh. Lorna sat and stared at a PADD for forty five minutes before casually standing and stretching her arms above her head. Making a very loud yawning sound she casually (not at all casually) walked over to one of the equipment cabinets and ever so casually (not at all casually) pulled out a hypospray. Making a strange smacking noise with her lips Lorna scurried into McCoy's office and closed the door behind her. Looking down at the hypospray she took a deep breath and placed it against her neck. Taking a sample of blood she craned her neck to look at the readings and immediately saw the spike in hCG.
"Interesting."
"I'm pregnant," Lorna told McCoy as she brought her mug of tea up to her mouth and took a long, slow slurp later that day.
"Yeah?" McCoy didn't look up from his book as he sat comfortably in their quarters.
"Yeah," Lorna replied knowing full well he hadn't heard what she'd said. "Do you fancy a brew?" she asked him as she picked up her own book and sat beside him.
"No thank you Darlin'," McCoy replied as he flipped over the page. McCoy got stuck on the first word of the sentence he had started to read, over and over again he just kept reading 'The'. Slowly setting his book down in his lap he looked to Lorna who was reading (pretending to read) her own book. "Lorna?" McCoy said slowly.
"Yeah?" Lorna replied without looking up.
"Say that again,"
"What? Yeah?" Lorna answered.
"Say what you said before, before you asked me if I wanted a tea." Lorna looked up from her book and looked at McCoy who had a strange mix of anger, fear, surprise and elation playing on his features.
"Oh right, yeah. I said I was pregnant." She couldn't even keep a straight face as she told him.
"Pregnant?" McCoy repeated slowly.
"Yes Leonard, up the duff, bun in the oven, in the family way! Preggers, preggo…"
"How do you know?" the words were out before he could help himself and Lorna could do nothing but laugh at him.
"Well, when two people love each other very much…"
"Damnit Lorna!" Scooting forward he tossed the book in her lap to one side and took hold of her hands.
"But, we've only tried one time?" McCoy creased his brow in confusion.
"I guess you're pretty good at it," Lorna shrugged. "You could probably get that lamp pregnant just by looking at it!" she joked at she jutted her head toward the lamp that sat next to the sofa.
"Are you sure?" he started but Lorna just started laughing at him.
"I know Leonard, I made sure." She told him seriously knowing that he'd drag her down to the medical bay and run a full body scan if she made one more joke. McCoy broke into a beaming smile and pulled her to him, bear hugging the living daylights out of her until she had to tell him to let go.
"We're having a baby Lorna," he told her as he looked at her lovingly.
"I'm having a baby Leonard, you're going to be a Father." Lorna replied simply and it was McCoy's turn to feel nauseous.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?!" McCoy asked suddenly.
"You got me all wrong Doll, I was fixin' on tellin' ya I just couldn't find the right words see!" Lorna's exaggerated film noir accent was laughable but the way her eyebrow was arched and the fact she pretended to smoke a cigar as she spoke made McCoy bark with laughter.
"Are you feelin' alright?" he asked as his hand naturally went to Lorna's tummy.
"The smell of food makes me feel sick," she told him. "And I think I've gone off humus?!" looking distraught McCoy gave Lorna a kiss. Looking at the time McCoy looked from Lorna to the door of their quarters. "You want to do a full physical on me don't you?" she guessed.
"I mean, it wouldn't hurt…" McCoy started but Lorna held up a hand.
"Leonard," Lorna said in a warning tone. "Don't even think of…" McCoy jumping up stopped her from finishing her sentence.
"It doesn't matter! I've just remembered I have an emergency med kit in the bedroom."
"Why do you have an emergency med kit in the bedroom Leonard?" Lorna asked bemused.
"You're kidding right Darlin'? I'm married to you aren't I?" and with that she watched as he hurried off to the bedroom.
"And so it begins."
"You look gorgeous!" McCoy shouted from the kitchen as Lorna looked at herself in the mirror in the bedroom.
"I look like a bloated Smurf!" she shouted back before she walked to the kitchen. Standing in front of McCoy Lorna turned from left to right to show off the hideous blue smock she was wearing. Maternity wear sucked!
"You do not," McCoy replied trying not to laugh. "In five days' time we'll be back on Earth where you can put your feet up and think of nothing but nothing."
"In five days' time we'll be back on Earth where I need to find us a home whilst you start your new job!" Lorna stared at him incredulously. "Whose idea was this?!" she asked as she pointed her stomach.
"You won't." McCoy answered as he handed her a cup of tea.
"What?" Lorna did not have the patience for his games. McCoy smirked and picked up a PADD that was on the counter beside him, handing it to Lorna he watch avidly as she looked at the images of their new home. "Leonard?" Lorna whispered.
"Yeah Darlin'?" McCoy replied grinning, he could already see the tears well up in her eyes (which wasn't unusual, Lorna had been crying for the last eight and half month's straight).
"This is our house?" she croaked.
"That's our house, if you like it?" McCoy leant against the counter as Lorna flicked back and forth on all the images and then coming across the one of the garden turned it to him and pointed at it with a stunned expression on her face.
"Room for chickens?" she asked quietly and McCoy nodded at which point Lorna blubbed so hard she made a snot bubble (it wasn't pretty). "We're getting chickens!" she repeated overjoyed as she dropped the PADD on the table and wrapped her arms around McCoy's neck. "I love you so much!" she told him as she carried on hugging him. "You're the best person ever! The best!"
"Love you too Darlin', you sure you like it?" he asked laughing.
"I love it," she told him. "It's perfect, better than perfect! You're perfect!"
"Good," McCoy chuckled when she didn't let go of his neck. "Lorna, I need to go to work now."
"Just a little more?" she asked and smiled when she felt him hug her back.
"I really need to go," pulling away he gave her a wink. "Make sure you say hi to Papa Smurf will ya?" McCoy just about dodged Lorna's swinging arm as he continued to laugh and run from their quarters leaving Lorna staring daggers after him but also supremely happy and proud.
Lorna couldn't get comfortable, her legs ached, her pelvis, everything! Being pregnant sucked! She had resigned herself to waddling, not being able to eat her favourite foods and Kostas and Vallo consistently laughing every time she dropped something and had to do a strange sort of bending thing with one leg and then falling to her hands and knees before being able to get back up again. She'd managed to scan her own stomach instead of the leg of Ensign Liston who was mightily surprised to find out his limb was expecting. There was zero definition between her feet and legs anymore and changes in temperature made her faint. She reminded McCoy of a turtle stuck on its back when she tried to get up from the sofa. Crewman Abo always made a beeline for her and planted his grubby mitts on her stomach every time she was out and about on the ship, Lieutenant Commander Parker insisted on knitting the ugliest little cardigans for her and Captain Kirk had (much to his delight) coined the moniker 'Baby Bones' which was just wrong on so many levels!
People sucked.
Being pregnant sucked.
Lorna was done.
"Get out," she mumbled to her bump as she sat at her desk. "Get out, get out, get out!"
"Doctor Heiland, medical emergency on the bridge." Lorna couldn't believe her ears, grabbing a med kit she started out of the bay. She should have begun her leave early, why had she insisted on working till the end? Who was she trying to impress? McCoy had told her, he'd been right damnit! Leaving the turbolift she shuffled down the corridor towards the bridge as fast as she could and when the door opened and she was greeted by everybody shouting 'Surprise' at her she screamed at the top of her voice, turned back around and started walking back to the turbolift. She didn't stop even when she heard Kirk running after her calling her name, it was only the fact that he was quicker than her and managed to plant himself between her and door that she stopped.
"Lorna," he started.
"Nope," Lorna interrupted as she shook her head which made Kirk laugh and Lorna even angrier.
"Lorna,"
"Nope," she repeated. "Do you have any idea? Any. Idea? I hate surprises, hate parties, I don't want people seeing me… puffy! I scare easily, I can still feel my heart beating Captain! Whose idea was this?!" Kirk looked at her like a sad puppy. "Don't you give me those eyes!" she warned him.
"It was my idea…" Kirk started.
"Of course it was," rolling her eyes Lorna tried to step around him but he moved also. "Captain, if you don't let me pass I'm unlikely to be responsible for my actions." Kirk laughed and held out his arms.
"Come on, give Uncle Jim a hug!" he answered jovially. Lorna stared at him, she was lost for words. "No?" Kirk knew he'd immediately made a huge mistake. "Listen, stay for five minutes. People want to give you some gifts and there's cake."
"Cake?" Lorna's interest was piqued.
"With frosting," Kirk knew he had her.
"What colour?" she asked nonchalantly.
"Yellow?" Lorna grinned and turned back round. "Excellent! Sorry for scaring you."
"That's alright, if you'd induced the labour I would have kissed you!" Kirk laughed as they walked onto the bridge.
Two Weeks Later
"Leonard," Lorna whispered into McCoy's ear as he slept. "Leonard," she whispered again.
Nothing.
Tutting Lorna dragged herself out of bed and decided to go for a walk. She was having contractions but they were pretty far apart, she wasn't even sure if they weren't just Braxton Hicks? She wasn't due for another week and they were arriving on Earth in less than nine hours. She'd resorted to wearing McCoy's pyjama bottoms and the biggest t-shirt she could find, her feet were like swollen pain au chocolat so she forgo footwear and padded off barefoot down one of the many corridors on the ship. For about twenty minutes she just walked around, different departments and decks. She'd bumped into a few people but they were wise another not to say anything to her, apart from Commander Moreira who complimented her on her attire and was rewarded with a nice little four letter work followed by 'you'.
As she travelled down in the turbolift her waters broke.
"Oh shitting hell!" Lorna whispered to herself. Instructing the turbolift to take her to crew quarters Lorna squeezed her eyes shut against the first very real contraction that she felt. "What the hell?!" She knew giving birth was painful but holy mother of god. Stumbling towards her quarters Lorna barely kept it together, McCoy was going to have a fit! She could be in labour for hours, the ship was prepping for Earth, everybody basically had their out of office on and were ready to go!
Walking into their quarters Lorna went straight to the bedroom.
"Computer lights!" she shouted and then looked at McCoy who was still sleeping. "Leonard," she said. "Leonard?" Nothing. "MCCOY!" Lorna shouted at the top of her voice and watched as her Husband shot up in bed and almost fell to the floor.
"Whaaa?!" rubbing his eyes McCoy looked at Lorna who was stood over him with her hands on her hips (what was left of them). "What?" he asked rather angrily and then went wide-eyed when Lorna screamed out in pain and grabbed hold of her stomach. No man has ever moved so fast than Leonard H. McCoy jumping from the bed and coming to stand beside Lorna.
"My waters have broken," she told him as she panted. McCoy just nodded like one of those dogs that people put in the back of their car. "Contractions are every twelve minutes," she added as she came to stand upright again.
"You're early," McCoy mumbled as he grabbed his emergency med kit.
"No? You think?" Lorna replied mockingly. "It could be hours yet," she started but McCoy was already pulling on his clothes.
"We need to go to medical," he interrupted her.
"No Leonard," Lorna told him sternly.
"What do you mean no? Lorna, in case you hadn't realised you're having the baby." McCoy had never seen the look Lorna gave him in that moment before and looking back over his ninety nine years of life, two children, six grandchildren and three great-grandchildren later he never did again but he knew, he knew that if he wanted to remain alive and reach that ninety ninth birthday he needed to think very carefully about what he said next. "What do you want me to do?" he asked cautiously.
"I don't want to be stuck in medical Leonard, it could be hours yet. I'm just going to stay here alright?" McCoy nodded and took her hand.
"Alright Darlin'," he replied quietly. "Can I get you anything?" Lorna wasn't quite sure whether or not she preferred cranky McCoy or soppy McCoy.
"No thank you," she answered. When she noticed him hovering Lorna rolled her eyes and asked him what he wanted.
"Can I just give you a quick scan?" he asked hesitantly. "I'll be quick," he added.
"Fine," Lorna stood and let McCoy scan her.
"Looking good," he told her. "I'll go make you a tea." Watching him leave the bedroom Lorna called after him. "Yeah?" he asked looking at her.
"I've changed my mind Leonard, I don't want to give birth!" McCoy smiled at her lovingly and then pulled her into a big hug. "You'll do great, and just think, we'll have a little one at the end of it that we can mess up and ruin the rest of their lives." Lorna laughed and looked up at him.
"Go get me my tea."
So it turns out Lorna didn't have to wait hours for little McCoy junior to enter the world. Half an hour after McCoy had made her a tea Lorna had felt the undeniable urge to push and a quick check later McCoy confirmed she was fully dilated.
"We need to go to medical Lorna!" McCoy shouted at her.
"How Leonard?! I have a baby's head between my legs!" Lorna shouted back.
"We could transport…?"
"NOT. A. CHANCE."
"Well I'm comming Kostas!" McCoy left the bedroom where Lorna was on her knees. A second later he was back and kneeling beside her.
"You're going to have to deliver this baby Leonard!" Lorna looked at him seriously.
"We don't have any medical equipment Lorna!" McCoy replied panicked.
"What do we need?! I'll push you catch!"
And that's how Blake L. Hatfield-McCoy came into the world, on the floor in the crew quarters on board of the USS Enterprise. Mum and baby were fine, Dad not so much. Weeks later when Kirk had taken McCoy out to 'wet the baby's head' downtown from Starfleet HQ he asked him how it had felt delivering his own child.
"Spectacular," McCoy had answered.
"What about seeing Lorna give birth?"
"Like watching my favourite bar burn down…"
Two Years Later
Watching Blake in the garden from the porch Leonard took a sip of his Lemonade.
"Lorna!" he shouted back into the house.
"What?" he heard her shout back from somewhere in the house.
"Get out here," McCoy turned back to watch Blake but heard the undeniable sound of Lorna banging into something and swearing under her breath. A moment later she walked out holding her hand up to her forehead and sucking her teeth.
"Who left the cabinet door open in the kitchen?" she asked accusingly.
"You did?" McCoy answered not even trying to hide the smirk on his face.
"Ha! How convenient." Lorna answered glumly.
"Come here, let me take a look." Lorna sidled over to McCoy and let him take a look at the bump on her head. Prodding it with his finger Lorna winched and pulled away but McCoy pulled her back. "Quit being such a baby," he admonished her placing a gentle kiss on her forehead and asking if that had made it feel better. Lorna smiled and blushed.
"A little," she replied.
"Only a little?" Giving her the most keenly passionate kiss imaginable McCoy watched as Lorna swayed on her feet and gave him one of those smiles she only gave him.
"Well maybe more than a little," she told him not imagining anything being more perfect than that moment she found herself in.