Multifandom Oneshots

inside job ~ anxiety attack (hurt/comfort) ~ reagan & brett ✨

A/N : Takes place pretty much immediately post season 1. Autistic!Reagan because... Have you seen her? That's not the focus or anything but it is there

Reagan left the office feeling a huge cocktail of shitty emotions.

First off, she was pretty pissed at the Robes for giving her position to her dad of all people. It was even more of a slap in the face when she considered that she had finally told him off the previous day. She thought she was free from him, then he swoops in and takes her job? Not cool.

She was also stressed because she knew the company would only go downhill under his leadership. He had even said so himself. J.R was also now in Shadow prison, meaning she was left with no higher-ups she could turn to for advice.

All of this was racing through her mind when she bumped into Brett.

"Oh, hey Reagan!" he said, cheery as ever. "Didn't see you there, sorry. Are you okay?" he asked her, noticing how freaked out she seemed. "Um..." Reagan swallowed, trying to keep herself from completely breaking down in the middle of the hallway. "So, I'm not... I'm not the CEO anymore" she told him, to which he raised his eyebrows in surprise. "A- And my dad is the new one"

"Oh... Wow" Brett replied, stunned. Reagan nodded in response with a shaky exhale, desperately avoiding his gaze. "Yeah. Wow" she echoed, feeling tears begin to prick at her eyes. She forced them back, but Brett could tell she was close to reaching her breaking point. Unsure of what else to do, he guided the two of them into an empty board room and locked the door.

As soon as she heard the door click, Reagan crumbled to the floor, unable to hold back the tears any longer.

"Hey" Brett said soothingly, sitting in front of her and taking care to not initiate any physical contact. She hated touch on a good day, so he knew that trying to hug her while she was already freaked out would probably not end well. "It's okay" he assured her. "We'll figure it out"

"But what if we don't, Brett!?" the scientist snapped, feeling her anxiety grow with every passing second. "What if we can't figure this out!? He can't be a fucking CEO! The world is probably gonna blow up within a week... Oh god, should I write my will!? I was finally free of him too!"

"Reagan, you're spiraling" Brett cut her off, firm but gentle. "I get that this is a scary and stressful situation, but I need you to try and calm down, okay?" he coaxed. Reagan was silent for a moment before frantically nodding with a small "Okay", which Brett took as a win.

"How can I help you right now, buddy?" he asked her. As much as he wanted to help her calm down, he had no clue how to actually go about doing that. He had never seen her this panicked before, so it's not like he had anything to reference. She was also a lot different than others when it came to this sort of thing, leaving him completely lost.

"Can..." she trailed off as she felt herself lose the ability to speak. So, instead of trying to force words out, she simply held out her hand as a silent request for him to hold it. So she could have something to focus on. Something to keep her grounded. Brett took her hand in his own and smiled as he saw her relax slightly.

"You're okay" he reassured her. "Nothing bad is happening right now. Whatever comes next, I'll be with you through it all. Ride or die" Reagan chuckled a little at that last bit. She had a friend now, and he wasn't gonna be deleted from her mind anytime soon.

Eventually, the anxiety went away, leaving her more tired than anything.

"When was the last time you slept?" Brett asked her softly, concerned for her wellbeing. He knew it wasn't uncommon for her to stay up for days at a time, running on nothing but coffee and Adderall as she scrambled to meet deadlines.

"Two days ago" Reagan replied after a moment of thinking. Brett frowned at this. "Can I drive you home so you can sleep?" he asked her, just wanting her to be properly rested. Besides, her house wasn't too far away, so it wasn't like it would take up a huge amount of gas or anything.

"You would do that?" Reagan asked, feeling a bit hopeful for the first time in a while. No one had ever done that for her before. Hell, her dad had even taken her blanket off of her for himself while she slept, leaving her cold and restless in the morning. Her needs just never really mattered, and she understood that.

"Of course!" Brett replied, a bit surprised at the question. "You need rest" he added, getting a tired smile in response. "I guess I do, huh?" Reagan replied with a chuckle. "Thank you, Brett"

"Any time, buddy"