Almost There...

Almost There...

A Breznick fanfiction

Claire felt Morgan's head drop down to her shoulder. It was a long night, she understood Morgan was tired, but she could've at least waited till she got home, right?

At least it wasn't some stranger…

Yet again, it was Morgan Reznick.

She looked down at the soft blond, for some reason -not just because of this crazy night- Morgan looked physically and emotionally drained. Not more than she felt, for sure… but this Morgan looked like she had nothing to hide. It was different.

And great, now Claire was dwelling over her fri- co-workers health, she didn't even like Morgan that much. 

All these thoughts that went through her head suddenly made her think differently of her. For fucks sake, it's been 2 minutes.

If her opinion on someone she's hated for at least two years can change just like that then she should have the strength to get over her mother's death. 

She noticed the street signs starting to look familiar and realized she was getting closer to her bus stop. She looked to Morgan then the houses outside of the bus. 

She gently nudged the blond to wake her, having to do it again because Morgan didn't budge. 

"Morgan…" she whispered, her smooth voice coaxing Morgan senses. 

Waking up to little strands of Claire's hair in her face, so close she could smell the scent of her shampoo, was something Reznick wanted to get used to. The warmth of her shoulder under her head was just so comforting. 

A small whine escaped Morgan's closed lips from the back of her throat, Claire swooned at the sound. 

Falling into what she would blame to be Morgan's trap, she sighed and reached her hand forward. She gently caressed the sleepy doctor's jawline and pushed her head back into the previous position she was rested in.

Claire let her hand wander up to the top of Morgan's head and brushed the stray hair that had fallen in front of her face out of the way,  messaging her temples delicately. 

"Almost home, don't worry," She whispered again, not wanting to startle the half-asleep blond into sobriety. Morgan let out one last sigh of contentment before drifting off.

Omg, that last one has me weak at the knees 🥺

Maddie Buckley week 2020 | Day Seven     ▸ Free Choice: Maddie + Colors |  pastel rainbow

Buck, in training: I failed my fire exam...

Maddie: oh no, how come?

Buck: one of the questions were "in the event of a fire, which steps would you take"

Maddie: and?

Buck: apparently "fucking big ones" wasn't the answer

9-1-1 + sexuality (ft. my headcanons)

Peter: you think you're childhood was hard?

Peter: try having your mother sing Russian lullabies to you each night.

Peter: better yet, let her sleep with a gun under her pillow.

Peter: TRY IT.

Morgan: What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Claire: Wow, you could start with a 'good morning'.

Morgan: Good morning. What the fuck is wrong with you?!