𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝔻𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣 - (𝓞𝓷𝓮-𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼 & 𝓘𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼)

𝓘 𝓓𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓦𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓣𝓸 𝓑𝓮 𝓐𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮

A/N: This was a request from my Tumblr account (Beanzykin) feel free to check it out!

Pairing: Breznick, Claire Browne x Morgan Reznick

Requested by: Mr-walkingrainbow

Request: Hello! How are you today? Is there where I can ask for a prompt? If not please tell me where I can!!! (I'm just gonna say the prompt). So for 1, it's Breznick. (Or Clairgan, whatever floats your boat) and basically, Morgan just has a closeted fear of thunder and then a super big storm hits and Claire soon realizes what's wrong and rather than let Alex tease her or something she finds them somewhere private and just helps her through it! Very fluffy. (I checked the no-no list and I think that's ok?

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It was raining that morning, and, according to Shaun, it was expected. Unfortunately, no one else was prepared and claimed whatever site they got their weather updates from said it would be sunny. Which only resulted in Shaun saying they need to get better at knowing what's coming and what's not.

Great way to start the day off.

After a difficult surgery, -removing a tumour that was wrapped around a crucial nerve- Claire, Shaun and Alex were in need of a hot cup of coffee. Well, at least Alex and Claire were.

Overall, it's just been a really crappy day; and, of course, to top it all off, whatever asshole that controls the weather decided to make it rain. Again.

Going in to work soaked and coming out in the same fashion. At least now they were sorta prepared...

Claire walked into the locker room to get out of her subs for the night. She had put in a special request to end her day short, sure, Claire has dealt with way worse, but this just wasn't a day she could hold up.

Once she was finished getting changed, she heard a loud sound from outside reminding her that it was still storming. Just worse.

Heavily sighing, she made her way back to the stairwell to see if she could grab one of the hospital's spare umbrellas.

She closed the door behind her and heard a small sound. Someone else was in here, and it sounded like... crying?

Hearing the door close, Morgan softly swore under her breath. She was not going to look vulnerable in front of anyone today. Especially over something so stupid like a storm.

"Hey, anyone in here?" Claire's soft voice rang out through the stairwell. Morgan abruptly froze, if it was bad before, it was worse now. The last person she needs to see her crying is Claire Browne.

The saint Claire Browne.

Another rumble of thunder from outside made Morgan jump, forgetting about Claire. A small whimper escaped her lips as more tears fell from her eyes.

Dr. Browne's soft footsteps echoed throughout the empty hall like Morgan's cries.

"Morgan?" The white coat and blond hair was all that Claire needed to figure out who was in there. Though, she was alarmed, what was Morgan doing... More importantly, why was she crying?

From behind, Claire could see Morgan's back slump down farther, still stiff in shock. Walking over, Claire gently sat down next to the taller blond.

She looked to Morgan, then to the vacant, stale wall that mocked every doctor to come here. Morgan took in a deep breath of humiliation, her trembling hands running over her face, making their way to rub the tears from her now puffy eyes.

Claire tapped her foot with Morgan's, giving her a little reassurance that whenever Morgan was ready, she could talk to her.

She wasn't sure what it was that set Morgan off. Possibly a case that hit too close to home, maybe the problems with her career, or perhaps Morgan just isn't in the best mental state. Whatever it was, Claire wanted her to know that she wasn't alone.

She could hear the left-over sniffles from Morgan's small breakdown.

Claire dusted the tears off of Morgan's cheeks with her knuckle, being very gentle not to startle her anymore than she already is.

Finally getting a good look at her face, she could tell Morgan's been down there for a while. All alone.

Seeing the girl she lo- likes a lot break down over something she couldn't figure out how to fix, or even know the cause of for that matter, just broke Claire's heart.

The poor woman was alone in the stairwell for God knows how long, sobbing her eyes out.

Claire let her hand down to rest on Morgan's cheek, caressing her jawline softly. She could feel Morgan gently lean into the touch.

Another clap of thunder made Morgan spring from her previously calm stance.

"Uh," She stammered, voice groggy and embarrassed, wanting to avoid any further conversation that would sprout between the two. But of course, Claire just had to look at her like that. Like she cared.

Thankfully, Morgan was now being paged out of the awkward situation. Well, not so thankful for the patient who had summoned a code blue.

Swearing under her breath for the second time today, Morgan jumped from the concrete steps, Claire's hand falling back to her side. Morgan sprinted back up to where Claire came from, wanting nothing but to avoid confrontation about what just went on. And, I guess, help her patient in the process.

To Claire's dismay, Morgan went the rest of her shift avoiding her.

-

Claire stirred gently in her sleep, coaxing herself to wake up. She let her senses relax for a moment until she noticed her alarm wasn't going off.

She lifted her head from the pillow and squinted her eyes around the room in search of the red numbers.

11:43.

It was nearly midnight, what was she doing up this early? Her question was soon answered by the loud rain pouring from outside. It was still storming out.

A flash of lightning lit up her room, followed by the loud thunder. The only thing she could think of was Morgan jumping at the sound in the stairwell.

Morgan.

It was simple, Morgan was afraid of the storm.

Without thinking, Claire sobered up and jumped out of bed, put on a proper shirt and checked her phone for Morgan's address.

There was no way she was going to leave Morgan alone again.

-

So, that's how Claire found herself standing outside Morgan's door at midnight.

It was only now, after she had gotten kinda dressed and drove all the way out here, that she started to rationalize what she was actually doing.

But one more flash of lightning and her finger was pushing the doorbell. God, she only hoped that the ringing that echoed throughout Morgan's house didn't startle the woman any more than she already was.

Claire felt her heart race as she saw the doorknob slowly start to turn. The door soon opened, revealing a red-eyed Morgan in some comfy clothes.

Morgan's hand flew up to her eyes, subconsciously wiping them clean of tears for the millionth time today. Suddenly, she felt very insecure about her appearance. But Morgan's messy hair was the cutest thing in Claire's eyes.

"Um... Claire?" Morgan's soft voice broke at the sight of Claire awkwardly swaying there. "I- I didn't want you to be alone," The words that came out of her mouth sounded small, like how Morgan felt.

That night Morgan fell asleep with her body cradled by Claire's and her head buried in the brunette's chest. Soft, safe and warm.