Lorna Heiland lay on one of the medical beds located furthest away from the main entrance. Staring up at the ceiling her hands went delicately to the hem of her blue tunic skirt, ensuring her modesty was intact. Brushing down the fabric she let her hands come to rest on her stomach, each finger intertwining with the other. Feeling a slight rumble she regretted skipping dinner, the decision to nap instead of eat before her shift now appearing to be short-sighted. She concentrated on her breathing, in and out, in and out. The bay was so quiet she could hear one of her nostrils whistling as she inhaled, sniffing to combat the unintentional melody she was creating Lorna looked to her right, toward the large doorway.

Still no one.

She was the sole Doctor on duty in the main medical bay, drawing the short straw earlier in the month when, for some unknown reason to her, every other Doctor had managed to approve their leave with the CMO before her so that they could attend the First Officer's Birthday festivities. She picked at her fringe with her fingers, the light ash coloured hair falling to the sides of her temple rather than resting straight against her eyebrows as it did when she was upright. Her hair only fell to below her ears so she wasn't worried that she would be sporting 'bed-head' if anyone were to come in. She allowed herself to close her eyes for a moment, she didn't feel tired but she was one of those individuals who could fall asleep anywhere and everywhere at a drop of a hat so she always had to be careful. She cringed as she recalled the time she'd just arrived back from a seven day humanitarian mission to one of the newest members of the Federation. She was dead on her feet but the Captain had gathered all the medical staff in the lounge to congratulate them on their successful endeavours. Again, drawing the short straw she had been seated next to Doctor McCoy who had always filled her with dread and nervousness. Lorna had found herself sitting stock still, not dare moving in case she brushed against his shoulder and be reprimanded on the spot. As the Captain had droned on about 'universal liberty, rights and equality' Lorna had felt her eyelids begin to flutter, willing herself to stay awake she dug her nails into her palms in a desperate attempt to stay awake. It had been to no avail however and she had finally succumbed to her exhaustion and, when her eyes had closed and not re-opened, she had been unconscious to the fact that her head had slowly, gently, comically come to rest on McCoy's shoulder.

McCoy on his part didn't move, not even a stunned flinch. He just allowed the sleeping Doctor to rest her noggin on his shoulder until Kirk closed the proceedings and people began to dissipate. The subsequent 'awakening' had been interesting to say the least.

Lorna decided to hum, no tune in particular but it was a pleasant enough pastime. She found herself hoping for a small, teeny tiny plasma explosion in Engineering. Just enough to injure maybe three or four? She could line them up on the beds and work through them as if they were on a conveyer belt.

"What's wrong with you?!" She said to herself, when her stomach rumbled again Lorna pulled herself up and swung her legs over the side. Jumping down and walking towards the small breakout area she shook her head so that her fringe fell back across her forehead. Replicating a cup of tea Lorna stood and looked around the bay, everything was in pristine order, each and every piece of apparatus neatly put in its place. Setting her cup down on the side she made her way over to the store cupboard, looking up at the high shelf and seeing all the perfectly folded blankets Lorna pursed her lips in deliberation. Grabbing hold of the two blankets on the bottom of the piles she pulled, ducking her head as the covers fell on top of her.

And that's how the next hour of Lorna's evening was taken up; folding blankets and re-stocking the cupboard. She'd taken to humming again, and with a little flourish of her hips and feet she danced to her own tune.

For half an hour she spun on one of the stools that usually sat under the research station, spinning round and round she held on to the seat with her legs splayed out in front of her. When she began to feel too dizzy she tried pushing herself from the station table, seeing how far she could get. When she made it past three whole beds but nearly tipped over she realised that perhaps it wasn't one of the best ideas she'd had and neatly tidied the stool away.

The full body medical scan she gave herself took a whole ten minutes, the magnetic resonance imaging test she took of her brain even less. Lorna finally stumbled upon a little game she liked to call 'Throwing stuff in a bowl'. Overarm, underarm, from far away, up close. It was pretty exciting stuff! After a particularly difficult shot she threw her arms in the air and made the sound of a cheering audience as she jogged around the imaginary playing field.

"And the crowd goes wild!" She shouted as she took her victory lap, blowing kisses to the applauding crowd and high-fiving her imaginary teammates.

It turned out, if she arranged all the Tricorders on a bed in front of her and set each one off at different intervals, she could just about re-create the song 'Tie a Yellow Ribbon'.

"Huh? Who knew?!"

She'd forgotten how difficult star jumps were, huffing and holding on to her breasts as she exercised in the middle of the bay for a solid three minutes.

Entering each private consultation room playing a different character was fun.

Consultation Room One: "Oh my word! A surprise party! I had no idea!" Lorna's hands were on her cheeks as she looked shocked and amazed at the pretend gathering.

Consultation Room Two: "You have three seconds to gather up all your stuff and get your cheating arse out of my house!" Pointing her finger Lorna spoke angrily at the fictitious male.

Consultation Room Three: "That's right Captain Kirk, I'm the Captain now!" With her hands on her hips Lorna did her best evil laugh.

Consultation Room Four: "Please, for the love of God, don't leave! I love you!" Lorna shouted the last one the loudest, pretending to cry and throwing herself against the wall dramatically.

CMO's Office: "Hey Darlin'." Lorna's impression of Doctor McCoy's Southern drawl was just plain awful as she held on to the doorframe and swung herself in seductively, winking her eye and blowing a kiss into the air.

"Hey." She screamed when she heard McCoy answer with a similarly soft, slow, liquid sounding drawl reminiscent of a well-educated society person from northern Georgia. Looking up from his PADD and smiling at her he waited for her to make the next move. Throwing her hands over her heart she jumped up and down on the spot from the sudden rush of adrenaline.

"Shit!" She shouted at him before running from his office, which wasn't what he was expecting if he were being honest. Standing in the middle of the bay Lorna looked around for something to do, something to make her look busy at the very least! Anything! Deciding on re-arranging all the hyposprays she cringed inwardly. "Shit shit shit."

"Goodnight Doctor Heiland." Her back going rod straight she turned and saw McCoy walking out, an unadulterated smile on his face.

"Goodnight Doctor McCoy." She replied, still grimacing. As the door closed behind him Lorna let out a long ragged breath. "Shit!"

Leonard McCoy sat in his office catching up on the pile of long overdue reports, just outside, in the medical bay he could hear Doctor Lorna Heiland go about her duties, she was the sole Doctor on duty in the main medical bay, apparently drawing the short straw earlier in the month when he had approved everybody's leave before hers. Looking up to his open door he realised it had gone quiet, when in the ensuing minutes no other noise came curiosity got the better of him so he gently put down his PADD and slowly peered round his doorframe. Spoting Lorna Heiland lying down on one of the medical beds located furthest away from the main entrance he hid himself quickly. Looking again he watched in interest as she stared up at the ceiling, brushed down her uniform and breathed in and out heavily. McCoy looked around the bay and saw that she was on her own, he contemplated going out and rebuking her for her unprofessionalism, then he considered just saying hello but the pile of reports on his desk were looming over him, swearing and muttering under his breath he returned to his desk listening to Doctor Heiland hum to herself. When they first started working together he found her humming infuriating but he soon realised she was completely unware of doing it and slowly but surely he found it comforting, a pleasant distraction from the sometimes eerily silent medical bay.

"What's wrong with you?!" McCoy was distracted again from his report by Lorna talking to herself again, smiling he wondered for a moment if he should make her aware of him being there? He was pulled back into his work though before he'd made a decision and besides, she had seemingly gone quiet.

An hour later and McCoy was signing off one report and picking up another; not before hearing Doctor Heiland humming again. Making his way round his desk he peered round the doorframe again, smiling a little when he spotted her in the store cupboard surrounded by disorganised blankets. He knew she must have pulled them off the shelf because he'd instructed Nurse Matta to fold them all before she'd finished her shift. He watched the experienced Doctor expertly fold each blanket and then place them neatly on the shelf, rocking her hips from side to side in time with her own tune.

Another report done and McCoy rubbed his hands over his face wearily, as he rested his head against his palms he listened to the wheels of one of the stools slide along the floor just outside his office. He watched Lorna for a full ten minutes throw things into a bowl, the look of concentration on her face perfectly endearing to him. He had to stifle a laugh when she ran round, her hands in the air after one very successful and impressive shot.

"And the crowd goes wild!" He found himself feeling guilty for spying on her but he'd left it too late, if he walked out now she would know he'd been there the entire time and feel embarrassed. He did sit back down though, finding the sound of Tricorders recreating 'Tie a Yellow Ribbon' quite relaxing.

He refused to get up when he heard her huffing and puffing, not really wanting to know what she was up!

He could hear her talking again and sat back to listen.

"Oh my word! A surprise party! I had no idea!"

"What the hell is she doing now?" He whispered to himself.

"You have three seconds to gather up all your stuff and get your cheating arse out of my house!" McCoy's brow creased in confusion, who the hell was she shouting at?

"That's right Captain Kirk, I'm the Captain now!" That one made him laugh, especially the over the top laugh.

"Please, for the love of God, don't leave! I love you!" McCoy cringed at the last one, far too dramatic!

"Hey Darlin'." Seeing her appear at his door, swinging seductively on the doorframe and… was she trying to do a Southern accent? Well McCoy couldn't help but smirk at the look of sheer terror that slowly seeped over her face.

"Hey." McCoy found himself answering and then jumping in his seat when Lorna screamed at the top of her voice in fright.

"Goddamnit Lorna!"

"Shit!" He watched her leave quickly, sitting and wondering whether or not he should go speak to her McCoy signed off his last report and turned off his desk light. As he walked out into the bay he saw that she was busying herself with re-arranging the hyposprays. "Shit shit shit." He decided to leave her alone when he heard her cursing under her breath, he could tell she was mortified and he wasn't about to make her feel worse by laughing at her or trying to make small talk.

"Goodnight Doctor Heiland." Not being able to stop himself from smiling at her, he made his way out. In the corridor he stopped and shook his head, he hadn't thought it was possible but somehow he found himself liking her even more than he already did.

I really have no idea where this came from?! I think it was in response to my last story being so sad! Short and sweet and fluffy! Hope you enjoyed? XOXO ;-) LLAP