Haven Fic: Alexipharmic [Audrey & Claire]
Author: siricerasi
Fandom: Haven
Characters/pairings: Audrey + Claire
Rating: T
Word count: 400
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Story Summary: Alexipharmic: Warding off poisoning or infection; antidotal; prophylactic.
Author's Notes: So I try to write drabbles every morning based on various words of the day, and they recently became Haven related (SURPRISE!) so I figured I'd post a few. They're generally going to be short and unedited and probably super fluffy and plotless, yay!
Also, these two lovely ladies will not get out of my head. I love them both to death, and I think they're adorable together and I'm so glad they added Claire this season!
It’s funny, that for all she’s immune to the Troubles Audrey sometimes forgets how susceptible she is to normal dangers and illnesses. Like colds. And she probably should’ve realized the day before what her scratchy throat and achy body had meant, but she’d been far too caught up in work to really pay attention.
Now, though, the sun glinting through her window makes her head pound unbearably, her throat hurts so badly she can hardly breathe, and her body feels like she’d been run over by a truck. To make it worse, there’s someone knocking on her door. At… she glances at her clock and groans. 7 AM.
“Audrey?” It’s Claire’s voice, and Audrey remembers they had an appointment this morning and moans at the thought of forcing coherent thoughts through her brain. She drags herself slowly to her feet, stumbles to the door and opens it, squinting in the bright light. Claire takes one look at her and ushers her back inside, over to her bed. Audrey’s too dazed to protest, until she’s collapsed back on the pillows.
“What…” Claire pulls the blankets over her, glancing around the room for more. Audrey swallows, tries again. “Claire, what’re you doin’?”
The doctor just raises an eyebrow. “You’re sick,” she states. “And, knowing you, you were going to try to just pretend you’re fine. So I’m not even giving you that option.”
Audrey blinks, settles deeper into the pillows. “Oh.” Claire’s lips twitch. “’s just a cold,” Audrey tries, and Claire rolls her eyes.
“Really, Audrey? You’re gonna try that on me?”
Audrey sighs, closes her eyes and tries not to admit to herself how nice it feels to just rest. “Had to try,” she mumbles instead. She cracks her lids to see Claire shaking her head, a small smile on her face.
“You’re hopeless,” the therapist sighs. “Okay, do you have any cold medicine?” Audrey shakes her head sheepishly and Claire throws up her hands. “Of course you don’t. Alright, stay there, I’ll go ask Duke.” She walks to the door, then turns around. “And I swear to god, Audrey, if you try to get up this cold will be the least of your concerns.”
Audrey makes a face, grumbles, “Yes, mother.” She closes her eyes, tugging the blankets closer, and decides that maybe, just this once, it’d be nice to let someone else take care of her.
Just once.
Fandom: Haven
Characters/pairings: Audrey + Claire
Rating: T
Word count: 400
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Story Summary: Alexipharmic: Warding off poisoning or infection; antidotal; prophylactic.
Author's Notes: So I try to write drabbles every morning based on various words of the day, and they recently became Haven related (SURPRISE!) so I figured I'd post a few. They're generally going to be short and unedited and probably super fluffy and plotless, yay!
Also, these two lovely ladies will not get out of my head. I love them both to death, and I think they're adorable together and I'm so glad they added Claire this season!
It’s funny, that for all she’s immune to the Troubles Audrey sometimes forgets how susceptible she is to normal dangers and illnesses. Like colds. And she probably should’ve realized the day before what her scratchy throat and achy body had meant, but she’d been far too caught up in work to really pay attention.
Now, though, the sun glinting through her window makes her head pound unbearably, her throat hurts so badly she can hardly breathe, and her body feels like she’d been run over by a truck. To make it worse, there’s someone knocking on her door. At… she glances at her clock and groans. 7 AM.
“Audrey?” It’s Claire’s voice, and Audrey remembers they had an appointment this morning and moans at the thought of forcing coherent thoughts through her brain. She drags herself slowly to her feet, stumbles to the door and opens it, squinting in the bright light. Claire takes one look at her and ushers her back inside, over to her bed. Audrey’s too dazed to protest, until she’s collapsed back on the pillows.
“What…” Claire pulls the blankets over her, glancing around the room for more. Audrey swallows, tries again. “Claire, what’re you doin’?”
The doctor just raises an eyebrow. “You’re sick,” she states. “And, knowing you, you were going to try to just pretend you’re fine. So I’m not even giving you that option.”
Audrey blinks, settles deeper into the pillows. “Oh.” Claire’s lips twitch. “’s just a cold,” Audrey tries, and Claire rolls her eyes.
“Really, Audrey? You’re gonna try that on me?”
Audrey sighs, closes her eyes and tries not to admit to herself how nice it feels to just rest. “Had to try,” she mumbles instead. She cracks her lids to see Claire shaking her head, a small smile on her face.
“You’re hopeless,” the therapist sighs. “Okay, do you have any cold medicine?” Audrey shakes her head sheepishly and Claire throws up her hands. “Of course you don’t. Alright, stay there, I’ll go ask Duke.” She walks to the door, then turns around. “And I swear to god, Audrey, if you try to get up this cold will be the least of your concerns.”
Audrey makes a face, grumbles, “Yes, mother.” She closes her eyes, tugging the blankets closer, and decides that maybe, just this once, it’d be nice to let someone else take care of her.
Just once.