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Caroline: What beautiful eyes
Morgan: yeah, I know mom she's my girlfriend.
hate tgd writers, YOU CAN’T TELL ME THIS IS A NORMAL ENCOUNTER BETWEEN A WORKER COLLEAGUE AND A MOTHER??? NO THIS IS GIRLFRIEND AND MOM MEETING
Bullshit
A Breznick Fanfiction
Warnings: Strong language (very unlike me, I know) Season three spoilers
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"YOU DON'T FUCKING TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" Claire screamed at Morgan as they stomped into the locker room. "I'M NOT TELLING YOU WHAT TO DO, CLAIRE. WHAT I'M SAYING IS THAT WHAT YOU DID WAS STUPID," Morgan slammed the locker shut with such force it shook the room.
"It wasn't your God damn fault that they died," Her compassionate side was something nobody ever saw, but she was willing to show Claire. She was willing to show Claire every side of her in return for trust. "You're just telling me the same thing I told Shaun," Dr. Browne snarled. Gosh, it was weird watching their personalities swap.
"I'M NOT TELLING YOU THE SAME THING YOU TOLD SHAUN." Morgan's hands were out in Claire's face, their tight grip that would've triggered her arthritis being drowned from the emotions Reznick felt. "IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT THAT NEIL DIED. IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT THAT YOUR MOTHER DIED. AND I KNOW YOU KNOW IT, Claire… I know you think it's true but it's not," The tears that prickled at the sides of both of their eyes dared to fall. Don't show that you love her, Don't show that you love her.
"BUT IT IS! I SHOULD'VE THROWN THE BOTTLE OUT WITH THE REST-" Claire rose from the bench. "HOW IN HELL WERE YOU SUPPOSED TO KNOW?"
"BECAUSE SHE'S MY MOTHER AND SHE'S INSANE!" Hot, unwelcomed tears pooled like crazy at the mention of that night. Memories of the ashes and the blood, how she will never look at that same wine again.
"Leave. Get your shit and leave." Morgan narrowed her eyes at the bitchy girl's command. "I'm not leaving and neither are you. Not until you realize that it wasn't your fault!" Claire threw herself back onto the bench. "YEAH WELL, IT WON'T MATTER BECAUSE THAT'S NOT GONNA HAPPEN! I'm never going to live down on either of those deaths," Morgan sighed, "I'm not asking you to,"
"WELL, THEN WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT? BECAUSE IT WON'T CHANGE. NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY–HOW HARD I TRY–EVERYDAY I WILL WAKE UP AND THINK ABOUT THE DEATHS OF EVERY PATIENT HERE, EVERY MOTHER OR FATHER, EVERY CHILD, SISTER, BROTHER… Every Doctor," Both of their hearts ached.
"What makes you think I don't either? What about Audrey, or Park? WE ALL KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO LOSE SOMEONE, CLAIRE." Now it was her turn to cry. "I THREW MY CAREER OUT THE DAMN WINDOW to GIVE SOMEONE THEIR LIFE BACK! You don't think that's hard?"
"You don't think finally opening up again than losing another person is hard?" She was referring to Melendez… God, how Morgan hated how she talked about him. "YOU DON'T SEE ME SAYING IT'S NOT! IT IS. IT FUCKING IS. BUT OTHER PEOPLE HAVE LOST JUST AS MUCH AS YOU HAVE!"
Reznick hated everything about Claire in this one moment. Everything she would fantasize about, she now dreaded. Her love shattered almost as fast as it was perceived. "Claire, you need help. There are people to help you, I'll help you."
She rolled her eyes at what she made out to be Morgan's "act". " I DON'T NEED HELP, AND I DON'T NEED IT FROM YOU!" Claire stormed out of the room just like how they came in, except only this time, Morgan was left in the seating area. Face of makeup now smeared and messy from the anguish.
It was bullshit. Bullshit that she ever wanted to kiss her all day and night. Bullshit that she even let herself love another again. BULLSHIT BECAUSE SHE UNDERSTOOD, she just couldn't say anything.
Shaun, Walking up to Lea and Asher: Why are we starting at Claire and Morgan?
Alex, looking at Lea and Asher than Shaun: I don't get it either?
Lea and Asher, whispering: Gayyyyyyy
Claire: [Struggling to open a jar of pickles]
Morgan: Haha, Claire can't open the jar of pickles-
Claire: I'll shove it in your face, Reznick.
Bonus:
Shaun, from afar: [gags because ew, pickles]
Claire: [Struggling to open a jar of pickles]
Morgan: Haha, Claire can't open the jar of pickles-
Claire: I'll shove it in your face, Reznick.
I love you, too
Request: Can you write an OS where Meledez survived and he and Claire get together
A/N: Of course! Sorry this took so long, I had multiple drafts for this idea… Keep in mind I know almost nothing about medical emergencies and this is probably all incorrect.
This request was entered through my Wattpad account
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Claire wasn’t ready to say goodbye… After finally getting comfortable enough to talk about her problems to her therapist, this would be a whole other problem. He couldn’t leave now, there was too much she wanted to tell him. So much she wanted to do with him.
“I already told you the risks of what could happen to Melendez and that’s only if the surgery is a success,” Glassman’s words shot through her mind for the thousandth time this hour, there has to be a way for him to live.
The numbers were terrible, there was no change to that. Tube-fed, a diabetic with an ostomy bag, and waiting for a liver transplant. But that didn’t matter to Claire. All she wanted was to go out with him, have him take the chance to survive. She’d take care of him no matter what.
He agreed to the surgery, and Browne has never been so relieved yet scared at the same time. She couldn’t get her hopes up with the Trauma Whipple but she couldn’t give up on every and all hope. This was a huge surgery and knowing she was doing it on the love of her life hurt… But she wasn’t to give up.
God forbid Claire admit it, but it was a miracle. It truly was.
After some time, it seemed the internal bleeding was starting to go away on its own. Now, Dr. Browne wouldn’t be all so surprised if this certain injury wasn’t so severe. But it was. So, the fact that Neil survived that 1 in 100 chance surgery and barely any of the risks mentioned by Aaron had affected him, was only pure luck.
Of course, it took months for him to get in such shape in order to leave the hospital -not to mention, the constant protests of Claire, Audrey and Alex whenever he tried to help out with work- and finally get that first, real date with Claire Browne.
The only thing Melendez didn’t mind, was Claire’s presence between lunch breaks and visiting hours. He could hear Morgan outside in the hall talking about how sappy and sweet it was to bring him food from the cafeteria every day. The disgust in her voice was something Claire complained about once she got Reznick off her back.
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“You saved me…” Claire snuggled into Neil’s side on the hospital bed. Only so much time till he was discharged from the hospital only to come back and help other people. “And you saved me,” He looked down to the brunette doctor that abandoned her salad.
After minutes of silence and small sniffles of realization, Claire admitted something she only recently found the courage to say.
“I love you.” She looked into his brown eyes, scared of rejection even though she knew full well that he felt the same. He didn’t need to tell her, but it was necessary.
“I love you, too.”
*sees Claire walking over*
Morgan internally, ok, ok, ok. Just act cool. Don't make it look like you care too much about her- gosh she's so pretty-
Claire: hey Reznick, whats up?
Morgan:
Morgan: your hair looks very brown today.
Claire:
Morgan, internally: wtf, why would you say that!
Claire: ??? What
Morgan: We need to distract these guys
Claire: Leave it to me
Claire: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.
Alex, Audrey, and Neil: *Immediately begin arguing*
Shaun, watching in horror: Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.
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?!
Claire, in a high voice, holding barbie: hey ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!
Morgan, in a deep voice, holding ken: nonsense, barbie. you’re staying home and having my kids
Alex: what the fuck are you guys doing?
Claire: playing systemic oppression
Claire: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat*
Morgan: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents
Claire: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you
Alex: Actually I did the math, Morgan would have $225, not $0.15.
Morgan: Fam I’m right here....
Lea: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :)
Claire: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please?
Lea: Sorry I only have a dollar
Claire: :(
Alex: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Morgan would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent
Lea: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice
Alex: You can buy anything you want with $22,500
Neil: Yeah and she wants soda and apply juice
Alex: Apply juice to what
Audrey: Directly to the forehead
Morgan: Great chat everyone
Alex: Morgan drunk bakes.
Claire:
Morgan: You say that like it's a BAD thing.
Morgan: It's not!
Claire: ?
Morgan: Like, one time when my ex broke up with me, I couldn't stop drinking all night-
Morgan: then I wake up, with a fuckin' cheesecake in front of me.
Morgan: It's the best shit ever!
Audrey: Morgan, I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.
Morgan: hey, Alex
Alex, blushing: yeah?
Morgan: could you move I'm trying to get to Claire.
Caroline *about Morgan*: At least she's not gay
Alex:
Claire:
Shaun:
Morgan: *Slowly backing out if the room*
Ariel: *maintaining eye contact with Morgan*
Alex: Have you seen Claire?
Morgan: I'm not seeing Claire.
Alex:
Morgan: ...
Morgan: the next person to insult or hurt my Claire is gonna get it.
Claire, walking in: How did I not see that coming...? I'm such a bad doctor-
Morgan: *punches Claire in the face*
Claire: Hey, could you give me a ride?
Morgan, closing her car door: Sorry, I don't have a car.
Audrey: today Morgan and Alex were throwing pencils at eachother...
Audrey: so I told them to be more mature.
Claire: then Morgan yelled 'TAXES' and punched Alex in the face...
Glassy:
! DISCLAIMER ! This WIP is something that will never be complete or worked futher on, please continue at your own risk lmao
Breznick WIP.
Please keep in mind this has not been edited or re read for mistakes.
Criminal AU
"I feel you've been on the other end of this table that I might not even be qualified to investigate you. I think we're building a relationship here," Claire rolled her eyes at the familiar sarcastic comment as Officer Reznick pulled out the chair on her end of the table. "Y'know, conflict of interest and everything." She smirked.
The brunette across from Morgan didn't hesitate to cut straight to the chase.
"I'm innocent. I swear." Claire slammed her hand-cuff burned hands on the table in frustration. The little hum the blonde across from her let out only added to the annoyance knowing the mere sound was purely so that she knew Morgan acknowledged what she said.
"I'm not lying!"
"Alrighty," Officer Reznick mumbled again, flipping through some magazine -or maybe it was the newspaper which had Claire's name in it- not bothering to make eye contact.
"Officer-" Morgan cut her off this time.
"I hear you, you're a Saint, Claire." A full sentence was a start but it still confused her why Morgan wouldn't meet her eyes.
What confused her even more was that she wanted progression with this investigation.
Claire Browne, was, in fact, innocent.
*This time.*
Maybe it was just wanting to get out of this room that she found herself stuck in for what felt like the millionth time.
That mustn't look too good on her record.
Morgan flipped through what Claire had now confirmed to be the daily newspaper by watching her fill in the crossword and let out an exasperated sigh.
"Are you just trying to waste my time? I have a job to get to in-" She looked down at her wrist only to be met with the cold yet harsh metal that chimed with her every movement. "However many minutes till 4:30!"
Morgan scribbled something down with that irritating blue inked pen that Browne couldn't stand then looked to her watch.
"You have about an hour," She looked up to see Claire roll her eyes at the pen clicking closed. "That is if you bother to tell the truth,"
The brunette felt herself sink into the seat, which shouldn't even be qualified as a seat, more like some sorta perch that has now left a permanent mark in her ass.
God, she hates this chair.
"I'm not lying to you, detective. Please just believe me this once!" She understood that with her past she wasn't a trusted person, and that simply telling someone who went through years if schooling and training wouldn't make them believe that she is actually innocent... but there really wasn't much she could do.
Well, she could get a lawyer but she didn't need this to go any further than it already was.
"Browne! Browne... I know we have our history, I know you got your history, I know you have some sorta intel of this investigation and the fact you were spotted on scene just seems to bring me further into my conclusion," She shrugged.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH ANTONIA MY LOVE
