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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.

*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!

Morgan: You’ll have a hard time believing this because it never happens, but I made a mistake.

Morgan: Good Morning, God has let me live another day and I am going to make it everyones problem.

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.

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.

Morgan: Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff.

Claire: YOU PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!