Haven Fic: Phantasmagoria [Audrey & Claire]
Author: siricerasi
Fandom: Haven
Characters/pairings: Audrey + Claire
Rating: T
Word count: 468
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Through 3.06 (Real Estate)
Story Summary: PHANTASMAGORIA - MEANING: a shifting scene made up of many elements. A sequence of fantastic imagery, illusions, etc.
Author's Notes: Written for MightyMillie on FFn, who's been freaking out with me over Claire's fate and wanted some Claire fic ;) This is set during Real Estate, right after Audrey and Claire leave the room with the Holloway women and Nathan wanders off after Jordan and Audrey looks like she's about to cry and IT'S A FEELINGS TSUNAMI OKAY. (And I swear I'm working on the next chapter for Time, Nathan and Audrey are just being their usual stupid idiotic selves and not cooperating.)
Claire grabs her arm before she’s made it five steps, forcing Audrey to a halt. She’s feeling a lot weaker than she’d like to admit.
“Audrey, hold on.”
“We need to move,” she grits, but Claire’s grip is iron tight.
“You can barely stand,” the therapist states, firm and gentle all at once. “Just take a minute, okay? I don’t want you passing out on me again.” Audrey leans wearily against the wall, closing her eyes against a wave of dizziness. Memories of Lucy flash through her mind, rapid-fire, but nothing of use. They only seem to make her head ache more.
Her legs suddenly just refuse to hold her and she slides down along the wall, feels Claire’s hand on her shoulder as the therapist sinks down beside her. “Audrey?” There’s a shrill note of panic there. “Hey, Audrey, talk to me. What’s wrong?” A hand on her cheek, tilting her face upwards as she slowly opens her eyes.
“’m okay,” she mumbles. “Jus’ a little dizzy.” She can feel Claire practically vibrating with tension as the woman brushes Audrey’s hair back from her face, studying her.
“We need to get you out of here,” the doctor says tightly, hand lingering in Audrey’s hair. She finds herself leaning into Claire’s touch, needing that warmth, that connection. Especially with what Nathan had just done, hardly looking at her, leaving her feeling like a useless piece of trash. “Audrey…” Claire’s voice is more gentle than Audrey’s ever heard it and she looks up in surprise. Realizes there might be tears on her cheeks when Claire brushes at them lightly. “This isn’t your fault,” the therapist says quietly. “And I don’t know what Nathan thinks he’s doing, but he shouldn’t’ve left you.”
That makes Audrey’s throat so tight she can’t breathe, hears a pathetic whimper escape from her mouth. Claire runs a hand along her back, murmurs, “Put your head down, honey. Take it easy a minute.” Audrey obeys, more because her vision is spinning than anything else. She presses her face into her knees, feels Claire’s fingers comb gently through her hair. The methodic, soothing motions calm her, ease the knot in her chest enough that she can breathe again.
Later, when she’s alone in her apartment, she might let herself cry over Nathan and Jordan. Now, though, she needs to pull herself together, to find a way out of this place. So she draws strength from Claire, focuses on the woman’s steady presence, her soothing touch.
When she raises her head the world is no longer spinning. Claire brushes hair from Audrey’s eyes, studying her. “Better?” the therapist asks softly. Audrey nods, closes her eyes for a moment to take one last bit of comfort in the woman’s touch, and then stands.
“Yeah, thanks,” she murmurs. “Let’s go.”
Fandom: Haven
Characters/pairings: Audrey + Claire
Rating: T
Word count: 468
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Through 3.06 (Real Estate)
Story Summary: PHANTASMAGORIA - MEANING: a shifting scene made up of many elements. A sequence of fantastic imagery, illusions, etc.
Author's Notes: Written for MightyMillie on FFn, who's been freaking out with me over Claire's fate and wanted some Claire fic ;) This is set during Real Estate, right after Audrey and Claire leave the room with the Holloway women and Nathan wanders off after Jordan and Audrey looks like she's about to cry and IT'S A FEELINGS TSUNAMI OKAY. (And I swear I'm working on the next chapter for Time, Nathan and Audrey are just being their usual stupid idiotic selves and not cooperating.)
Claire grabs her arm before she’s made it five steps, forcing Audrey to a halt. She’s feeling a lot weaker than she’d like to admit.
“Audrey, hold on.”
“We need to move,” she grits, but Claire’s grip is iron tight.
“You can barely stand,” the therapist states, firm and gentle all at once. “Just take a minute, okay? I don’t want you passing out on me again.” Audrey leans wearily against the wall, closing her eyes against a wave of dizziness. Memories of Lucy flash through her mind, rapid-fire, but nothing of use. They only seem to make her head ache more.
Her legs suddenly just refuse to hold her and she slides down along the wall, feels Claire’s hand on her shoulder as the therapist sinks down beside her. “Audrey?” There’s a shrill note of panic there. “Hey, Audrey, talk to me. What’s wrong?” A hand on her cheek, tilting her face upwards as she slowly opens her eyes.
“’m okay,” she mumbles. “Jus’ a little dizzy.” She can feel Claire practically vibrating with tension as the woman brushes Audrey’s hair back from her face, studying her.
“We need to get you out of here,” the doctor says tightly, hand lingering in Audrey’s hair. She finds herself leaning into Claire’s touch, needing that warmth, that connection. Especially with what Nathan had just done, hardly looking at her, leaving her feeling like a useless piece of trash. “Audrey…” Claire’s voice is more gentle than Audrey’s ever heard it and she looks up in surprise. Realizes there might be tears on her cheeks when Claire brushes at them lightly. “This isn’t your fault,” the therapist says quietly. “And I don’t know what Nathan thinks he’s doing, but he shouldn’t’ve left you.”
That makes Audrey’s throat so tight she can’t breathe, hears a pathetic whimper escape from her mouth. Claire runs a hand along her back, murmurs, “Put your head down, honey. Take it easy a minute.” Audrey obeys, more because her vision is spinning than anything else. She presses her face into her knees, feels Claire’s fingers comb gently through her hair. The methodic, soothing motions calm her, ease the knot in her chest enough that she can breathe again.
Later, when she’s alone in her apartment, she might let herself cry over Nathan and Jordan. Now, though, she needs to pull herself together, to find a way out of this place. So she draws strength from Claire, focuses on the woman’s steady presence, her soothing touch.
When she raises her head the world is no longer spinning. Claire brushes hair from Audrey’s eyes, studying her. “Better?” the therapist asks softly. Audrey nods, closes her eyes for a moment to take one last bit of comfort in the woman’s touch, and then stands.
“Yeah, thanks,” she murmurs. “Let’s go.”