Fandom: Private Practice
Characters: Violet Turner/Cooper Freedman
Word Count: ~900
Summary: A look at five pivotal moments in the shaping of the relationship between Cooper and Violet.
A/N: The general idea for this has been rolling around in my brain for months now. I'm very, very glad I scrapped the old version of this and tried something new. Enjoy!
i. The Morning That Cooper Freedman Met Violet Turner
(subtitled: the morning that changed Cooper’s life)
It was her first day, and her heels seemed clack far too loudly on the pristine floors of Oceanside Wellness. She was nervous but not quite shaking, holding the strap of her purse with a white-knuckled grip and worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.
He came up behind her, a supposed-to-be-comforting hand on her arm that only made her jump, purse clattering to the floor. He picked it up, all smiles, and held out his hand.
“Cooper Freedman, peds.”
Cheeks still flushed, breathing still heavy, she accepted the handshake.
“Violet Turner, psychiatrist.”
He passed her the bag, an actually-comforting hand resting on her forearm. He leaned in, breath just slightly gracing her ear.
“You’ll be brilliant.”
He was gone as quickly as he had come, and she approached the front desk standing tall and smiling, purse slung comfortably over her right shoulder.
Her heels barely made a sound.
ii. The First Time He Comforted Violet
(subtitled: the night Cooper established the post-breakup routine)
The call came near midnight on a Sunday. The voice on the other end of the line was thick with unshed tears.
He showed up on her doorstep forty-five minutes later, a bag of take-out and a handful of the least romantic films he could find. When she opened the door, she smiled, just barely, and he pulled her into a hug.
She didn’t cry, not yet. Not until there were empty styrofoam boxes across her coffee table and the credits to the first movie were rolling. He didn’t say anything, didn’t even crack a joke as he pulled her into another hug. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her face pressed into his shoulder and she tried desperately to ignore the scent of his cologne.
Her fingers caught on the tag to his shirt, and she pulled back, head tilted to the side.
“Is your shirt on inside out?”
“Huh. It is.”
And she laughed so hard she almost forgot about what’s-his-name.
iii. The Night Violet Turned 37
(subtitled: the night Cooper saw that Violet had no idea how beautiful she actually was)
She refused a party, and instead it was just the two of them, slightly tipsy at a bar in the middle of town. He ordered them another round of drinks as she leaned forward and rested her forehead on the counter.
“It’s too late.”
He only shook his head, laughing a bit too hard. He put a hand on her shoulder as the bartender slid their bottles to them.
“You have all the time in the world, Vi.”
“It’s too late. I’m too old. I’ve reached my expiration date.”
He patted her on the head, and she sat up again, sipping at her beer. He sighed, trying to put into words what he wanted to say. He finally settled on:
“You’re still quite a catch.”
She only snorted with disbelief. He wanted to continue with it’s true, you’re gorgeous, any man would be lucky to have you.
He took a healthy mouthful of beer and shifted the conversation to her latest patient instead.
iv. The First Time Allan Crushed Violet’s Heart
(subtitled: the moment Cooper realized that Allan was an ass)
He had shortened his break-up call reaction time to about thirty-five minutes by the time Allan broke her heart the first time around.
She hadn’t bothered to wait to cry, this time. Her cheeks were stained with tears when she opened the door, and with an arm around her shoulders, he guided her gently to the sofa, meal and movies discarded at the foyer.
She lamented the years wasted, the time she would never get back. He tried very hard not to get too angry at a man who wasn’t even in the room.
The food eventually made its way to the coffee table, and after the second movie she had fallen asleep across the couch, her head resting on his thigh.
He got up gently, placing a pillow beneath her head and covering her with a blanket before cleaning up the remainders of their meal. He found a post-it note and scrawled a short message, sticking it to the table in front of her.
When she awoke in the middle of the night, groggy and disoriented, she spotted the yellow paper on the coffee table.
Don’t worry, I’ll be back for breakfast.
v. The Last Time Allan Crushed Violet’s Heart
(subtitled: the first time Cooper waited for her to come to him)
Why didn’t you check on me? stung more than he’d care to admit.
This time, the routine was all wrong. The tears were done, the majority of his job was over before they’d even begun.
They sat on his worn sofa, a full cushion of space between them. After a moment, though, she scooted closer, leaning her head on his shoulder.
“Trying to stop me.”
She couldn’t see his grin, but she knew it was there.
He finally mans up on a Friday night, admittedly after a few beers. He shows up at her door, pacing anxiously across the small porch, some kind of mangled silver screen speech running through his head.
Once she opens the door, though, he decides on plan b and kisses her instead.
She pulls away after a moment, lower lip between her teeth. She takes a deep breath and meets his gaze, voice steady.
“You want to come in?”