Haven Fic: Provender [Audrey & Claire]
Author: siricerasi
Fandom: Haven
Characters/pairings: Audrey + Claire, (Nathan/Audrey)
Rating: T
Word count: 676
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Super general season 3
Story Summary: PROVENDER: a stock or supply of foods
Author's Notes: Random fluff because I'm in denial. Cupcakes. Yay!
“So I hear you like cupcakes.”
Audrey blinks in the morning light, staring at Claire where she stands on Audrey’s porch with a smile and a big box that already has Audrey salivating. And normally she’d be suspicious or defensive as to why Claire is here but there are cupcakes involved and Audrey decides she doesn’t really care.
Still, though, she’d been pretty set on a day of self-pity and wallowing. She’d told Nathan she was taking a day off when she’d woken up that morning and everything had just hit her all over again, the magnitude of it all, and there are more important things she knows she should be doing but right now all she wants to do is crawl back into bed.
“Did Nathan call you?” she asks Claire skeptically, still eyeing the box. The therapist definitely isn’t playing fair.
Claire raises an eyebrow. “Nope. You weren’t at the station, so I asked Nathan and he said you’d taken a day off.” Her lips quirk. “Audrey, you don’t take days off.”
Audrey sighs, rests her forehead against the doorframe. “I don’t want to talk,” she states, and Claire shrugs.
“I’m not here to talk. I’m here to eat cupcakes.”
Audrey narrows her eyes at the therapist, mutters, “Liar.” Claire laughs.
“Okay, you’re probably right, but aren’t these worth it?” She opens the box, a dozen different colored cupcakes with various types of frosting grinning up at Audrey, and yeah, those are worth talking.
Audrey growls, pushes the door open to let her friend in. “Isn’t bribery against some shrink rules?” she whines, flopping onto the couch and grabbing one of the pastries when Claire sets them down. Her fingers get sticky and there are crumbs on her shirt and it’s absolutely perfect.
Claire just shrugs again. “We break all sorts of rules in this town,” she answers, and isn’t that the damn truth. “So, were you really planning on wallowing here all day?”
And that makes Audrey irrationally angry, defensive, because who the hell is Claire to judge her? The therapist can’t possibly understand everything running through Audrey’s brain right now (because you won’t tell her, that stupid little voice in her head keeps chanting). “I don’t want to talk,” she snaps again, grabbing a napkin to wipe at her fingers angrily.
Claire nods, unperturbed. “What do you want?”
And that brings Audrey up short as she stares at the doctor, half a cupcake in her hand and that little smile on her lips that tells Audrey she knows exactly what she’s doing, and dammit but the woman is too damn good at her job.
What does Audrey want? She wants this to end, all of it. She doesn’t want to carry the weight of the entire town on her shoulders. She doesn’t want to watch her friends die anymore. She wants to be Nathan’s partner again, to share their stupid little jokes and smile and laugh with him. She wants Nathan to be happy. She wants Nathan.
“I want to stay.” The words are whispered and she doesn’t remember saying them but there’s a shift on Claire’s face, an anguish Audrey understands all too well. Because Claire wants to help her, to fix her, but this is something far out of the doctor’s league.
Still, Claire nods. When she reaches an arm out Audrey doesn’t hesitate to lean into her friend, resting her head on Claire’s shoulder with a shuddering sigh. “Today we can just stay,” Claire murmurs, rubbing Audrey’s arm gently. “Today we can just sit here and eat cupcakes and you can wallow as long as you want, alright?” Audrey laughs, a half-sob, buries her face into the crook of Claire’s neck.
“You’re gonna make me talk later, aren’t you?” she mumbles, feels Claire smile.
“Absolutely.” The doctor runs her fingers lightly through Audrey’s hair, the touch strangely grounding. “Not until you’re ready, sweetie. You can sulk all day if you want, just as long as you do it with me.”
For cupcakes, Audrey’s pretty sure she can manage that.
Fandom: Haven
Characters/pairings: Audrey + Claire, (Nathan/Audrey)
Rating: T
Word count: 676
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Super general season 3
Story Summary: PROVENDER: a stock or supply of foods
Author's Notes: Random fluff because I'm in denial. Cupcakes. Yay!
“So I hear you like cupcakes.”
Audrey blinks in the morning light, staring at Claire where she stands on Audrey’s porch with a smile and a big box that already has Audrey salivating. And normally she’d be suspicious or defensive as to why Claire is here but there are cupcakes involved and Audrey decides she doesn’t really care.
Still, though, she’d been pretty set on a day of self-pity and wallowing. She’d told Nathan she was taking a day off when she’d woken up that morning and everything had just hit her all over again, the magnitude of it all, and there are more important things she knows she should be doing but right now all she wants to do is crawl back into bed.
“Did Nathan call you?” she asks Claire skeptically, still eyeing the box. The therapist definitely isn’t playing fair.
Claire raises an eyebrow. “Nope. You weren’t at the station, so I asked Nathan and he said you’d taken a day off.” Her lips quirk. “Audrey, you don’t take days off.”
Audrey sighs, rests her forehead against the doorframe. “I don’t want to talk,” she states, and Claire shrugs.
“I’m not here to talk. I’m here to eat cupcakes.”
Audrey narrows her eyes at the therapist, mutters, “Liar.” Claire laughs.
“Okay, you’re probably right, but aren’t these worth it?” She opens the box, a dozen different colored cupcakes with various types of frosting grinning up at Audrey, and yeah, those are worth talking.
Audrey growls, pushes the door open to let her friend in. “Isn’t bribery against some shrink rules?” she whines, flopping onto the couch and grabbing one of the pastries when Claire sets them down. Her fingers get sticky and there are crumbs on her shirt and it’s absolutely perfect.
Claire just shrugs again. “We break all sorts of rules in this town,” she answers, and isn’t that the damn truth. “So, were you really planning on wallowing here all day?”
And that makes Audrey irrationally angry, defensive, because who the hell is Claire to judge her? The therapist can’t possibly understand everything running through Audrey’s brain right now (because you won’t tell her, that stupid little voice in her head keeps chanting). “I don’t want to talk,” she snaps again, grabbing a napkin to wipe at her fingers angrily.
Claire nods, unperturbed. “What do you want?”
And that brings Audrey up short as she stares at the doctor, half a cupcake in her hand and that little smile on her lips that tells Audrey she knows exactly what she’s doing, and dammit but the woman is too damn good at her job.
What does Audrey want? She wants this to end, all of it. She doesn’t want to carry the weight of the entire town on her shoulders. She doesn’t want to watch her friends die anymore. She wants to be Nathan’s partner again, to share their stupid little jokes and smile and laugh with him. She wants Nathan to be happy. She wants Nathan.
“I want to stay.” The words are whispered and she doesn’t remember saying them but there’s a shift on Claire’s face, an anguish Audrey understands all too well. Because Claire wants to help her, to fix her, but this is something far out of the doctor’s league.
Still, Claire nods. When she reaches an arm out Audrey doesn’t hesitate to lean into her friend, resting her head on Claire’s shoulder with a shuddering sigh. “Today we can just stay,” Claire murmurs, rubbing Audrey’s arm gently. “Today we can just sit here and eat cupcakes and you can wallow as long as you want, alright?” Audrey laughs, a half-sob, buries her face into the crook of Claire’s neck.
“You’re gonna make me talk later, aren’t you?” she mumbles, feels Claire smile.
“Absolutely.” The doctor runs her fingers lightly through Audrey’s hair, the touch strangely grounding. “Not until you’re ready, sweetie. You can sulk all day if you want, just as long as you do it with me.”
For cupcakes, Audrey’s pretty sure she can manage that.