What's up guys? How's the holidays going? Revision, yeah, me too. I wish to decapitate Antonio, Shylock, and most other characters in the Merchant of Venice. Ugh. Holiday Homework sucks.

But still, Enjoy. Oh and please review! It really means a lot!

Love you guys,

Hannah the Hobbit. Xx

Lucie whirled around the room, her ebony black hair whipping the side of her face as she swayed to the music, not quite blasting but certainly playing exceptionally loudly. She hummed happily, her eyes closed as she let herself go. Cal hurried into the room, and gently pulling Lucie's arm towards her bed.

"What do you think you're doing?" He demanded. Lucie opened her eyes suspiciously. She left them as narrowed slits.

"What does it look like?" She replied, closing her eyes again.

"It looks like you are doing something insanely idiotic." Cal scolded. "Sit down."

Lucie shook her head childishly. She spun away from him, lightly twirling around the room.

"I think Ethan gave me too much morphine." She admitted as Cal's hands grasped her upper arms, holding her in place. Lucie allowed herself to be guided back to the bed. Cal gently pushed her back on to the bed.

Lucie raised her head slightly from where it was resting on Cal's chest. He paused from his gentle stroking of her hair. She looked into his eyes, still slightly out of it as she asked softly;

"You're not going to leave, are you?"

Cal looked down at the young doctor.

"I'll have to go back to work in a min-"

"That's not what I mean, and you know it." Lucie interrupted, pushing herself upright. She scooted backwards slightly to lean into his shoulder. "Are you going to leave... Me?" She repeated, nervousness flickering through her eyes. Cal crumbled, his heart lifting slightly.

"I'm not going anywhere, unless you want me to." He replied relived. "I would never leave you."

Lucie sank back into his chest, not daring to keep his gaze. She let her head drop back into his shoulder. Cal looked down as he felt a small wet droplet splash on to his arm. He gently slid out from under her, still supporting her. He ducked under her curtain of shining black curls, head hung low as she tried to hide her tears.

"Hey." He said softly, concern edging his tone. "What's wrong?"

Lucie lifted her gaze, wiping a thumb across her cheek.

"I love you." She whispered. Cal smiled gently at her.

"I love you too."

Connie tutted as she glanced over to see Cal's back still to the door. He was in one of the side rooms. The side room containing Lucie Carter. She made to stride over there, but was interrupted by a scolding tone.

"Leave them be." A khaki clad short woman insisted. Connie raised a carefully sculpted eyebrow.

"And who are you?" She demanded.

"Captain Mortimer." Hannah introduced, pushing herself off the counter. "I'm assuming you are Mrs Beauchamp?" She took Connie's silence as a yes. "Well, that's rude." Hannah muttered to the side.

"Why shouldn't I tell my doctor to get back to work?" Connie demanded. Hannah wandered closer to her, arms folded across her chest.

"Two reasons. One: they've just made up after a rather large argument, I would not want to interrupt that, um, 'conversation'." She answered. "And two: I've known Lucie since we were... About 16. When she's pissed, her right hook is better than, well, mine."

Connie didn't look impressed. Hannah stared at her, unrelenting.

"I'm sure, Dr I-can't-be-bothered-to-get-the-right-rank, will be out in a minute." Hannah called as she strode away.

"What's up with Connie? She looks like she's in pain." Noel said off handedly, nudging Louise. She groaned.

"Brilliant, because she's not usually in a bad enough mood." She drawled, before glancing up from the computer and actually looking at her boss. "She does look slightly constipated. Who was she talking to?"

Noel shrugged helplessly, shuffling the files in an attempt to look busy as Connie stormed past. The marine she'd been talking to poked her head around the corner, and spotted her retreating back. She crept back along the corridor, smiling sheepishly at Noel as she passed.

"I went the wrong way." She laughed guiltily. She stopped for a second and leant on the counter.

"Could you possibly give my friend a message? I don't want to interrupt."

Louise deliberately clattered her fake nails on the keyboard. Hannah bit back a snigger. Noel stood up, nodding as he did so.

"Of course, who's your friend?" He said cheerfully.

"Lucie Carter?" Hannah suggested. "Tell her to try not to die before I get back."

Noel smiled, amused. He could see why they were friends.

"I'll say you said bye." He replied with a wry grin.