Summary: Violet is having some pretty inappropriate dreams about a certain Dr. King and at Oceanside Wellness gossip travels fast. Takes place in season 2.
They were fighting. She didn’t know how it had come to this so quickly, but they were having a full on shouting match. It started off with something little. She didn’t really remember what it was, but it annoyed her enough to snark back at Charlotte. Somehow, like always, it moved on to how she broke Charlotte and Cooper up and then she yelled something about the blonde being a bad girlfriend and just a shitty person overall. And then when the dog was down, she delivered her final blow.
“You’re a bitch Charlotte, a cold hearted bitch. Cooper broke up with you because no one could love a monster like you.”
The look on the blonde’s face made her instantly regret it. She opened her mouth to apologize, but stopped. Charlotte’s face went blank and her eyes looked dead. It was the most frightening thing she had ever seen.
“Get out,” Charlotte said quietly. “Get out now.”
She nodded and scurried out as quickly as she could. Her hands were shaking in the elevator. She might have gone too far this time. She only feared what Charlotte would do in retaliation.
Violet was right about one thing, Charlotte was planning her next attack. She was going to humiliate that woman. The only problem was she didn’t have much dirt on the therapist. She couldn’t go for her usual attacks, mocking her profession and her inability to get a man, but she did have those dreams and Violet’s insecurity with her apparent bisexuality. She couldn’t do that, could she? A plan quickly formed in her mind. She grinned and then grabbed her coat and purse.
Violet had opted to stay in for lunch today so the practice was pretty much empty except for her and Cooper. Usually they would eat lunch together, but couples therapy had really set her back on her paperwork. So here she was eating lunch at her desk and doing her paperwork quietly when the clicking of heels interrupted her silence. It was probably just Addison or Naomi. She was wrong.
“Turner,” a certain southern blonde spat.
She looked up to see Charlotte standing in front of her holding a book. Oddly enough she didn’t look mad.
“Saw this at the book store,” she said while flinging it at Violet. “Thought you might enjoy it.”
The book skid across her desk, sending papers flying. She picked it up and read the title, “The Joys of Lesbian Sex.” A book of porn? She knew what Charlotte was doing, but she refused to believe it. Charlotte was mean, but she wasn’t a bully.
“Guess we know why you can never hold on to a man,” Charlotte continued.
Violet stood up with the book in her hand, holding it in front of her almost like a shield. The blonde walked over to her and then leaned in close enough for her lips to brush Violet’s ear as she whispered to her.
“Don’t you think you should tell Sheldon before you get in bed together and he finds out that you can’t deliver quite what he wants?”
Her mouth opened and then closed. She was too shocked to respond. If this was the blonde’s retaliation, it worked. She was hurt. She backed away from Charlotte until she hit the wall and couldn’t go any further.
The blonde’s lips curled up in satisfaction and then she left, victorious.
She took in a gasping breathe. She couldn’t quite believe Charlotte would attack her like that. It was mean, it was hurtful, it was so many shades of wrong. Cooper walked in soon after Charlotte left. She hadn’t moved an inch yet.
“Violet! Violet are you okay? You’re crying.” She hadn’t even noticed. “Hey, what’s wrong,” he asked while wiping away the tears that had fallen.
Her lip trembled. “Charlotte…she….” She didn’t even know how to explain what happened. She lifted the book up weakly for him to see. She hoped it would be explanation enough.
“What is this?” He looked at the book and then back at her with a question on his face. She shrugged. “Oh honey, come here.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for a tight hug. She buried her face in his shirt. “I’m going to talk to her. Whatever it is she did to you. It will never happen again. I’ll make sure she never comes near you again.”
Cooper strode angrily towards Charlotte’s office and slammed the door shut, startling the blonde in the process.
“I swear to god Charlotte, if you ever do anything like that again I will make your life hell. I don’t know if this was some kind of sick way to get back at me, but you don’t get to do that. You don’t get to hurt Violet. She hasn’t done anything to you.”
“Don’t! I don’t want to hear it. You stay away from her. Don’t even talk to her unless its work related. When she comes to do her sessions here, you will be polite to her, you will be civil. I thought maybe you could be a decent person, Charlotte, but you can’t. You’re heartless.”
He left then. Whatever sorry excuse she would come up with didn’t matter.
Violet went through the motions of preparing for a date. She put on her black cocktail dress, styled her hair and applied her make-up. She just wasn’t feeling up to it. Honestly, what she needed was a drink and some alone time. Fighting with Charlotte was exhausting. She hurt Charlotte and the blonde lashed out in return. She probably deserved Charlotte’s retaliation. She shouldn’t have said what she had said to the blonde.
She had been Charlotte’s therapist once. She knew how fragile and insecure the blonde really was. Charlotte probably really did think no one could love her. She really shouldn’t have done that. She wished that they could just stop arguing, that they could just stop hurting each other. It was so pointless.
She sighed and picked up her phone. She had to call this date off. Today just wasn’t the day. After explaining to Sheldon that she wasn’t feeling well he told her to feel better and agreed to take a rain check. Knowing how fast gossip spread, he probably heard something about what had happened.
She went to the Blue Moon Lounge. It was a more upscale place, but it had good drinks and it usually wasn’t too loud or too crowded. It was a favorite hangout of the Oceanside doctors. She sat at the bar and ordered a dry martini, extra olives. She looked around the bar. She liked to people watch. There were a few tables of women talking and laughing, a few couples and a table of men who looked like they had just come out of some kind of corporate meeting.
The bartender placed her drink in front of her, breaking her concentration. She picked up the glass, sipped it and then ate all the olives. She went back to looking around the room, sipping at her drink as she did. The corporate table seemed to get a little rowdy and then they stopped and all looked towards the entrance of the bar. Curious, she turned and looked too.
She swore under her breath and then downed her drink as Charlotte King walked into the bar. She could understand why all the men had stopped and stared. The petite blonde looked gorgeous in her apple green dress and her impossibly high silver stilettos. Her hair was pulled up into a bun with a few loose tendrils of silky yellow hair framing her face. The blonde made eye contact with her for a second, but she looked away pretending she didn’t see her.
She played with the olive toothpick until she felt someone take the barstool next to hers.
Please, don’t be Charlotte. Please don’t be Charlotte.
She heard a sigh next to her. “Don’t pretend you can’t see me, Turner.”
Clearly, it was her lucky day. “Hello Charlotte,” she said without any enthusiasm.
The blonde studied her for a moment and then waved the bartender over. “I’ll have a 7 and 7 and get her another martini.”
She nodded in Charlotte’s direction. “Thanks.”
The drinks were set in front of them and Violet wasted no time in finishing her’s. Charlotte didn’t say anything, merely raised an eyebrow and went back to playing with the lemon wedge on her untouched drink.
After a couple of minutes of silence Charlotte spoke. “I’m sorry about… today. I shouldn’t have gone that far. I wanted to hurt you, just not that much.”
She appreciated the blonde’s honesty. She knew she shouldn’t forgive Charlotte so easily, but for some reason, maybe it was the two martinis, she didn’t want to hate the blonde. And she really should because what Charlotte did was just cruel.
“It’s okay,” she found herself saying.
“It really isn’t, but thanks.”
“I’m sorry too, you know. I really am. You’re not a monster.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure of that,” the blonde drawled and then sipped at her drink.
“You have shitty people skills, but you’re good doctor and you do all these community programs that you don’t have to do and -.” She stopped herself from rambling. “You’re not a monster.”
Charlotte chuckled. “You sure have a lot of opinions about me.”
For some reason this made her blush. Maybe she was already a little tipsy.
“You want another one of these,” Charlotte said pointing at her glass.
“I might need a lot of them.”
The blonde bit back a smile. “Whatever you want.”
She tried not to drink this martini too fast. She played with the olives hoping they would distract her for a moment. The blonde seemed content with watching her.
“About what you said about me being…um.” She cleared her throat and started again. “You don’t hate me more because I…bat for both teams, do you?”
“Of course not. I don’t care what your sexuality is, but you do so…” She trailed off.
“Right.” She downed her drink again. “I don’t really care that much.”
“Uh, huh,” the blonde said unconvinced. She waved the bartender to get Violet another drink.
“Really, I don’t. I just don’t know how to explain it to Cooper.”
“You haven’t told Cooper,” Charlotte asked, genuinely surprised.
“No, it’s never exactly come up. And now you and your stupid book have just messed things up. We haven’t talked about it yet, but now there’s going to be some sort of awkward conversation about it in the near future. Thanks for that.” Her last sentence came out a little slurred and she could tell that she was well on her way to being drunk.
She took a sip of her new martini and sighed. “I like martinis.”
“I can see that.” Amusement sparkled in Charlotte’s eyes. The blonde paused and then, “Can I ask you something?”
She nodded, not really paying attention.
“Have you and Cooper ever…?”
A first she didn’t understand what she was asking. She squinted her eyes and then she got it. “You want to know if me and Cooper ever slept together,” she said a little horrified. The expression on her face must have been funny because the blonde was trying hard not to smile.
“Charlotte! No! Oh god, no. That would be too weird.”
“Why not? You guys are already perfect for each other.”
“No, he’s Cooper. He’s my best friend.”
“He’s also a good lay,” Charlotte added, clearly enjoying the reactions she was getting out of the mildly intoxicated therapist.
She cringed. “Didn’t want to know that. Seriously, I’ve just never seen him that way. Can we not talk about this anymore? It’s creeping me out.”
“Alright then, finish your martini. I’m taking you home.”
Violet blushed and the blonde laughed.
“Not like that Turner. You’re obviously too drunk to drive. Get your mind out of the gutter.”
Charlotte had to admit that the curly-haired therapist was endlessly amusing when she was drunk. They actually got along. Imagine that. Charlotte brought Violet home as promised, took her to the kitchen where she was currently watching the therapist drink a glass of water in the dark.
“Come on, Turner, finish up,” she said when Violet had suddenly lowered her glass.
Violet blinked and then raised the glass to her lips again.
Charlotte leaned against the counter and looked around at the moonlight kitchen. She couldn’t make out too much only that it was spacious and homey. Her eyes returned to Violet. The intoxicated therapist had stopped drinking again and was staring out the window behind her. She took a moment to look at Violet.
The therapist was dressed in a sleek black number. Her strappy black heels had been abandoned by the front door. Her normally riotous curls had been tamed and were tumbling down her back. In Charlotte’s opinion, the woman was beautiful, which was exactly why she hadn’t liked Cooper spending so much time with the therapist. Men were easily distracted. Their eyes wandered and Violet could be that distraction.
Her eyes finally drifted up to Violet’s grey eyes. The therapist held her gaze.
“You’re pretty,” Violet said, breaking the moment.
Charlotte walked over and took the now empty glass away from her. “And you’re drunk.”
Violet grinned. “I know. But I think you’re beautiful… even when I’m not drunk.” The therapist blushed and immediately looked away from her.
Charlotte chuckled. “Alright Casanova, let’s get you to bed.”
Charlotte helped Violet safely navigate the stairs and get into her bedroom. She flipped on the light, but the therapist groaned in protest from the bed she had collapsed in. She turned off the lights, but not before noticing that everything in the room was the color purple. She shook her head. Of course Violet would have a violet bedroom.
“Hey, Charlotte,” Violet mumbled, bringing her out of her musings.
“I think we should just forget about what happened today. Go back to the way things were?”
“Back to the bickering and being my coffee lackey?”
“Uh, huh. Don’t think I’m nice now, just ‘cause I helped you out tonight.”
There was a long pause and then, “Bitch.”
Charlotte laughed hard at this. She tried to catch her breath so she could respond. “Absolutely. What else would I be?”
The therapist responded by throwing a pillow at her or trying to. It ended up flying in the opposite direction.
“You nearly got me there,” she said dryly.
She picked up the pillow and put it back on the bed. For a few moments she watched Violet lie there with her eyes closed. Somehow between this morning and now she had stopped hating Violet. That didn’t mean they were friends or that she liked the woman. It just meant that she could now stand being in the same room as Violet. And that was something.
“Do you want to sleep?”
“Mmm hmm,” Violet said sleepily. “Can you get my pajamas? Dresser. Top drawer.”
Charlotte retrieved her sleepwear, shorts and an oversized sleeping shirt, while Violet tried to sit up again. She watched with amusement as Violet tried to unzip her dress. She lacked the coordination and was quickly becoming frustrated.
“Here, let me. Stand up.”
Violet stood obediently before her. She brushed soft curls out of the way and pulled the zipper down. Fabric parted, revealing the most curious thing, a tattoo on the therapist’s left shoulder. She pushed the straps of the dress down Violet’s shoulders to get a better look. It was a small black treble clef. She had no idea if the therapist was musical or not. She traced the treble clef with her finger and Violet shivered beneath her touch. She paused and then went back to unzipping. She stepped back and watched the dress fall from Violet’s slim body to the floor.
The therapist quickly slipped on her pajamas, unaware of the green eyes tracking her every move, and crawled into bed.
“Sweet dreams, Violet.” Charlotte pulled the covers up, knowing that the Violet would most likely forget this night and everything would go back to normal.