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(@God I am sorry im so awful)
okay so this was originally a prompt on avengerkink, but i totally see it working with Matt and Foggy.
Basically, Matt and Foggy both get kidnapped, and the villain knows Matt and Foggy are in a relationship, and hurts Foggy and Matt by raping Matt, but making him enjoy the sex. (in the avenger fic, the villain (Bucky) puts the victim (Tony) into subspace so he thinks he is enjoying it but you can do whatever you want) Villain makes Matt come a lot of times and then just lets them go. Foggy is so upset because he's never made Matt come like that and feels insecure about sex between him and Matt. Foggy starts avoiding Matt b/c he thinks Matt is going to break up with him, and Matt thinks its because Foggy thinks hes disgusting.
I want lots of angst about Matt thinking hes gross and Foggy thinking hes inadequate, and then they eventually get their shit together.
You can make the villain whoever you want, but i have a particular fondness for Vladimir hahaha :^D

like to the original prompt (and fill):http://avengerkink.livejournal.com/19023.html?thread=43653199#t43653199

Am I the only one who read Advocate as Avocado?

I want this fic sooo muuuuch.

Where is this quote from?

(Yesss, do want this fill.)

So, Kingpin finds out Matt's secret identity somehow and starts pulling strings to make Matt's life HELL. Just toying with him, because he has the power to do it.

Freezes his assets, wrecks his apartment, institutes serious financial difficulties, falsifies charges, gets him disbarred, whatever you can think of. Matt goes into hiding and tries to deal with everything on his own, because... Matt.

Please give me Matt at the end of his rope, with NOTHING left, trying to soldier on when he's broke and hungry and kind of a mess. And then a frantic Foggy tracks him down and shows him THAT'S NOT HOW FRIENDS WORK, LET ME HELP YOU.

Yesssss Foggy to the rescue!

Oh yes please. Imagine him just as righteous, just as certain in what he's doing (right up until he's not). My initial thought is that he strikes me as a bit of blood and hellfire type, but maybe not? Maybe he's all about the forgiveness and the redemption. For... personal reasons.

PLEASE holy shit. This is amaaaaazing. I love seeing these two in a flirty, lust-fueled, awkward first date context.

This is making me laugh so hard. Imagine Leslie just cackling and screaming and then: "Ohhhh, I shouldn't have done that."

That is all I want.

that would be actually really awesome. considering from what i understand that everyone has one personalized Big Bad monster, a monsterized daredevil creature would be scary as shit (maybe it's like shadowlands daredevil, but more physically monstrous?)

weirdly enough i don't really enjoy horror movies and i hear from friends that those adaptations aren't much good either, so i might just try to track down a playable version, ha.

which silent hill game is most recommended? i figure probably the ones with heather, james, or harry, but you guys tell me.

I sort of want the vigilantes to all be like, teenagers. and Matt is literally the only adult and he's kind of at a loss what to do bc, teenaged vigilantes.

(a tiny part of me wants to cross 616 over with MCU again and have the vigilantes be like, "yeah bro we're from another universe, can we crash on your couch, we're stranded here for a while")

Stick's training was great and all, but as a teenager/young adult he had access to a lot of other things. He discovered sex and later drugs.

...I would like a Matt that's in a really dark place by the time Foggy comes into his life. Able to function and do his school work but with not very good coping mechanisms when he "needs" it.

And Foggy discover it and then kind of quietly helping him find less destructive ways.

(Or what he thinks are, less destructive means not knowing that while Matt's been training, he decides to seriously THROW HIMSELF INTO IT at this point since Foggy doesn't like the other means and Foggy is his friend)

(doooo ittt! you know you want to, we all want you to, it's win-win)

Love love love!

Also, this line - Apparently, Foggy just had a type. - was perfection in this scenario.

Can't wait to read more! Are we going to see how Matt-As-Matt is dealing with this?

This actually happened in the comics at one point. Matt ended up homeless because he didn't want to drag Foggy into it/ foggy was too busy with his own stuff. And Matt's the kind of person who won't ask for help anyway.

so I've seen a lot of fics where Matt has an eating disorder, but give me the one where Foggy is a binge eater or an emotional eater and Matt figures it out and tries to help. Maybe it's the constant food-related noises in their room, maybe he can sense that Foggy isn't hungry when he binges, maybe he can sense the change in Foggy's breathing and movements post-binge and realizes how often it's happening. Can be shippy or gen, but if it's shippy I'd prefer no really graphic sex scenes? Thanks!

Damn, Anon. Damn. You did good.

Thank you! <3

um....a relatively simple prompt. i can't find any fics where foggy leaves matt broken and panting with a vibrator or other type of motion stimulant toy, so.

just....anything having to do with foggy using a vibrator on matt? it could even be in public (hell, in a courtroom for all i care) but please, foggy fucking matt with a vibrator. pleeeeeease.

:P Yeah, Foggy has no idea how perfect that line is, ehehehe.

Nah, this fic is going to stay from Foggy's POV. I'm trying to throw in enough hints to how Matt feels from his body language or responses, but as Matt's the one holding all the cards here, the story will follow Foggy. :)

Ah! And I forgot to say - thank you!! XD

41.

Early Saturday afternoon Foggy spends way too much time in front of his wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear. It's completely ridiculous, it's just a dinner with Matt and his family, it's not a formal job interview that will decide about the rest of his life. At least that's what Foggy tells himself. It doesn't help. He's survived various official interviews, including the one for the internship at Landman and Zack, and this is so much worse. He's more nervous than he ever remembers being, and he's trying to decide between a suit (don't be dumb, Nelson, it's not an official function) and a simple T-shirt and jeans (but what if it's too casual?). Reminding himself that it doesn't matter, that not only has Matt lived with him for years and experienced him in various states of dishabille, he won't see it anyway, also does nothing to soothe his nerves.

He ends up putting on a dress shirt and jeans. Best of both worlds.

At precisely five o'clock in the afternoon Foggy stands in front of the door to Matt's apartment and raises his hand to knock. The door opens before he even has the chance to. Foggy blinks, confused, and looks down. Jack is grinning widely.

"Were you waiting by the door?" Foggy asks.

Jack, if it's even possible, grins wider. "Daddy said he heard you being nervous," he informs Foggy casually, as if that was the kind of thing that was absolutely normal.

And it was.

When Foggy tries to look for that old and worn-thin long-ago irritation at Matt's particular gifts — powers, talents, abilities, whatever — he finds it gone.

He's actually glad that it's something that's in the open in this house, no more shit secret keeping, Matt learnt that lesson. Plus, how many kids could say that their dad was a superhero, after all?

Probably more than he realised, come to think of it.

Jack leads him into the kitchen and tells him to sit at the table there. He disappears out of it again, smart, kid, because the kitchen is a warzone.

"Hey, Matt," Foggy greets him warmly.

Matt only huffs, navigating between two pots and the oven. His kitchen skills are still abysmal, then. Good to know some things never changed,

"Hey," Matt says back, and reaches for one of the spice boxes. "We've run out of beer, sorry, but there's lemonade in the fridge if you want some."

"I'm fine, thanks." Foggy frowns as he notices Matt's hand hovering over the boxes, undecidedly. He moves his hand back and forth, as if unsure. "It's saffron, salt, black pepper and what appears to be curry, I think, starting from the left."

Matt grabs the salt. "Thank you," he says. "I got them mixed up."

"Can't you smell the contents?"

Matt smiles. "Do you honestly think I'd still be here if I could?" He shakes his head. "Kirsten loves potent spices, we have a lot of those. If I could smell any of that, I'd have to move out."

"Makes sense." Foggy looks around. "Kirsten at home?"

"Out rock climbing with Marci." Matt frowns. "Didn't Jack say?"

Now come to think of it, Jack did mention something about rock climbing. Foggy was just so overwhelmed with the invitation that he failed to file that information for later.

"Wait," Foggy says, "so it's just you, Jack and me?"

Matt makes a non-committal sound, but doesn't out right deny that.

"That's for you!" Jack runs back into the kitchen with a piece of paper in hand. He thrusts it into Foggy's hands with a smile. "We had to make a picture in arts and I made one for you!"

Foggy blinks, stunned. "Oh, Jack, thank you," he murmurs as he takes the paper, "you didn't have to."

"I know," Jack says. "I wanted to."

It's obviously a picture made by a child. The people in it are stick figures with too long arms and too big heads, the sun is just a quarter-circle in the corner, everything is coloured with crayons and doused in too much glitter. Foggy's eyes water.

It's perfect.

"This is me," Jack points at the smaller stick figure, "and this is you. We're riding dinosaurs."

"Jack, this is absolutely amazing," Foggy says and Jack beams with pride. "I'd suggest putting this in a museum, but then I'd have to part with this and that is never gonna happen."

Matt snorts. Foggy looks to him, puzzled, and realises that he's trying not to laugh.

"Daddy, can I show Mr. Franklin my room before dinner?" Jack asks.

"If you're sure you can find it in all that mess..."

"Yup!" Jack grabs the sleeve of Foggy's shirt and tugs. "Let's go! It's upstairs!"

He tugs him off the chair with a clear intention of making Foggy follow him. Foggy does; he folds Jack's picture and hides it in the breastpocket of his shirt. The last time he was in Matt's apartment he was first too busy observing Matt's interactions with Jack and then dressing up to flee, he didn't have the time to take a proper look at the hall and the staircase leading to the first floor.

He has the time now.

Matt's old apartment in Hell's Kitchen was a sparsely furnished, bare thing with hardly anything that could count as decoration, if one excluded the billboard. This apartment clearly belongs to a family.

The wall of the staircase is full of framed--collages, Foggy thinks is the word. Big sheets of decorative paper with photos glued to it. But no, not only photos. Tickets, leaflets, scraps of materials, various tokens. The one from Matt's wedding even has the wedding invitation. But it's not that one — albeit a beautiful one, Matt looked so happy and Kirsten looked radiant — that catches Foggy's attention.

There's one from what Foggy assumes was a family holiday, because most of the photos were taken on a beach. It's one of those that makes Foggy stop on his way up.

As far as holiday photos go, it's nothing unusual. Matt and Kirsten stroll in shallow water with Jack between them, holding his parents' hands, hanging off of them and swinging with a grin so wide it should be physically impossible. Kirstin has been caught laughing, a sparkle in her eyes somehow immortalised in the phot.

But it's Matt that makes Foggy stop and look, for two reasons.

In the picture, Matt is taking a stroll on a beach, relaxed, shirtless and tanned, the scars on his stomach, chest and arms a pale contrast on his skin. And there are so many of them; some Foggy recognises, a few he even saw Claire stitch up, but there are many new ones. Six years' worth of new scars clearly visible on Matt's body. That's one reason.

But even that is not the most shocking thing that makes Foggy pause with one foot on the next step. It's--It's Matt's expression. Foggy has seen it before, caught it a few times as far back as law school. Marci had a name for it. The heart-eyes expression, she used to call it. She would snicker and mock and laugh, and Foggy would tell her that she was delusional. But the picture captured so much love and affection in Matt's expression that Foggy thinks Marci perhaps might have had a point.

"Coming?" Jack asks from the top of the stairs.

Foggy resumes his walk up.

42.

Half an hour later they're once more sitting by the table in Matt's kitchen, all three of them. There's lasagna on the table and four glasses with lemonade. Four glasses. Fours plates and four sets of cutlery. Matt didn't deny when Foggy asked if it would be just the three of them at the dinner, but he didn't confirm it either.

Jack keeps throwing stormy looks at his father, because Matt's wearing that infuriating 'I know more than I let on' face. It's good to know that it's universally irritating to people of all ages.

"There's a surprise waiting for you at the door," Matt tells Jack eventually.

Jack's eyes narrow with suspicion, but he hastily gets off the chair and to the hall. Foggy hears him pad to the door, he hears the door creak open, and then there's only the shriek of a delighted child. Foggy looks to Matt, who's trying to hide his smile behind a clenched fist.

Foggy opens his mouth to ask what was that about when he hears it, coming from the hall, breathless and happy, "how's my favourite godson?"

"Your only godson!"

"Which is why you're my favourite, obviously," Karen Page laughs warmly as she walks into the kitchen, arms full of the kid.

Foggy is frozen in his seat. Matt, however, moves his chair back and stands up abruptly, walks towards Karen. Karen squeaks — squeaks — and puts Jack down only to throw her arms around Matt's neck.

"Took you long enough," Matt says.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Karen says, still breathless and still happy. "The flight was delayed, a volcano again. But I'm back, I'm back, God, Matt, you have no idea how happy I am to be back."

"Not as happy as we are to have you back," Matt tells her. Then he drops his voice and adds quietly, perhaps hoping that Foggy won't hear, "please don't freak out, I know what I'm doing."

Karen's frowning when she lets go of Matt and finally gets to look around the kitchen. It's only then that she notices Foggy, who shifts in his chair nervously. Confusion, recognition, shock, anger and worry all appear in quick succession on Karen's face.

"Foggy," she greets him and there's nothing of the warmth with which she addressed Matt and Jack left in her voice. She sounds nothing like the Karen he remembers.

Jack grabs Karen's hand and swings it. "Can we eat now?" he asks.

That seems to break the spell.

"I made lasagna," Matt tells Karen as they all join Foggy by the table, Jack between Karen and his father, Matt on Karen's left, facing Foggy.

Karen snorts. "No," she says, "you made a lasagna-like item. I swear, those super senses of yours allow you to pick up on every ingredient in my recipe, how do you still mess it up?"

"I can pick up on all the ingredients, true, but my super senses do not make me any better at combining them," Matt laughs.

"You're a rubbish cook, Matt."

"Jack doesn't complain."

Jack makes a face. "I like Auntie Karen's cooking better."

Karen bursts out laughing and Foggy finds himself joining in. Even Jack giggles.

"So," Karen says after all the laughter at Matt's expense has run its course, "Foggy Nelson. Back in New York. How did that happen?"

"I got a job here," Foggy shrugs. "About six months ago."

Karen raises a brow and looks at Matt. He must sense her gaze on him, because he shrugs as well. "About two weeks after you left."

"Wow." Karen shakes her head. "I go away for the first time in three years and the impossible happens. We really do live in the age of miracles."

"An you know what's the best part?" Matt points a fork at her. "He works for Wendell."

"You're joking." Matt grins and shakes his head 'no'. "Your pompous father-in-law Wendell? Better beware, Matt," Karen tells him seriously, "the universe is conspiring against you."

"It's not so bad," Foggy cuts in, for some reason feeling obliged to defend his job, his boss, cosmic coincidences and the universe in general.

"How was Europe, Aunt Karen?" Jack asks suddenly, before Karen has a chance to come up with a retort.

Her gaze turns softer when she looks at the kid. "Beautiful," she tells him. "Very, very green. There are boats in the cities and you can use them and not taxis. There are many very old buildings. I'll show you the pictures after dinner, okay? I'll show you the pictures and the presents."

"Presents!" Jack exclaims excitedly.

Matt arches a brow. "Are you glad that Skye pulled a few strings now?" he asks with a grin.

"God, yes," Karen says. "Matt, you have no idea, it was absolutely amazing."

"Where in Europe were you?" Foggy asks.

Karen regards him with narrowed eyes, but decides to grace his question with an answer. "The Netherlands," she tells him. "In the Hague. I had a research internship at the ICC."

Foggy's eyes widen. "Research internship? The ICC? Wow, Karen, that's amazing."

"She's writing a PhD," Matt tells him proudly.

Karen blushes. "Just because I have a boss who graciously allows me to leave whenever I want and need."

"Well," Matt says, "you always come back."

"Of course I do," Karen tells Matt, but her eyes are fixed on Foggy.

43.

"This reminds me of your first day at the office," Foggy tells Karen.

"True," Matt laughs.

"Absolutely not," Karen says sharply.

44.

After dinner — and dessert and a q&a session during which Karen found out what her godson was up to in the seven months she's been gone — Jack drags Karen away, demanding to see pictures of canal streets and the presents that Karen brought back from Europe. Foggy stays in the kitchen to help Matt with the dishes.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather look at Karen's Dutch photos?"

Foggy thinks about Karen's icy attitude and shakes his head. "I shook my head. No, I'd actually rather help you with the washing up."

Matt laughs and throws a wet tea towel at him. Foggy gets hit right in the face.

"Touché," Foggy murmurs. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"One of the collages in the hall..."

"That's Dana's work," Matt tells him. "Kirsten's step-mother. They don't get on spectacularly well, so Dana likes to make gifts for her. Collages. We still have at least four we have no idea where to put. There are worse tings she could be making, though. Vases, for example."

"There's one from a holiday, I believe," Foggy says and wonders where is he going with these questions. What does he even want to ask about? The scars? They're hardly a surprise, after all. That look? Matt being happy? It's not like Matt even knows what he looks like in that photo. "Where was that?"

"The Caribbean," Matt says. Foggy whistles and makes Matt chuckle. "Don't get too excited, we couldn't afford that. Wendell owns a yacht. He wanted to spend more time with his daughter and apparently decided that taking her family on a cruise around the Caribbean was the way to do it."

"That must have been an amazing holiday."

Matt gets a pained look on his face. "It was for Kirsten and Jack. She loves sailing and he got really into that, and the idea of open water diving. Hence the swimming lessons. Wendell promised to take them to Hawaii this year."

"You didn't enjoy it?" Foggy asks, noting as well that Wendell was apparently only taking his daughter and grandson to Hawaii and has not extended the invitation to include his son-in-law.

"Water confuses me and muddles my senses, so I hate swimming." Matt smiles bitterly. "And it turned out that I get seasick easily. Wendell was--less than thrilled about that development."

"Oh," Foggy says. It made sense, Matt getting seasick because of his heightened and sensitive senses.

Foggy thinks he remembers the day Wendell came back from last year's holiday, months ago, when Foggy was still working at the San Francisco office. Wendell was happy that he got to spend his holiday with his daughter from the East Coast. But Foggy also remembers Wendell complaining to everyone who was willing to listen.

Sea quiet and as smooth as glass, and he claims he feels sick, throws up for most of the morning. I honestly don't know what she sees in him.

It was Matt that Wendell meant. It was Matt that Wendell was complaining about all those months ago, and Foggy laughed with him the way you were supposed to when your boss told you about the person who made their holiday miserable.

Foggy finds himself getting angry at Wendell for the very first time.

It's not a bad feeling.

45.

"What did you do to him today?" Karen asks as she enters the kitchen. At Matt's raised brows she points behind herself at the staircase. "Jackie? I was showing him the Amsterdam pictures and he just fell asleep. We didn't see most of the pics, we didn't even get to the presents yet! What did you do today?"

"Softball in Central Park," Matt says. "Barton's in town with his kids, Luke brought Dani, they played a few rounds. But this might be a good thing," he adds, "Jack falling asleep. Otherwise you'd have to show those pictures all over again to Kirsten."

"I don't mind coming over again, Matt," Karen grins, "as long as you don't cook."

"Very funny," he murmurs. "You're staying?"

Karen shakes her head. "I need to go back home, take a long bath, sleep in my own bed for the first time in seven months. My own bed, Matt."

"It is a nice bed."

Foggy looks at his watch. Nine o'clock. "I should get going too," he says. "I need to be at the office early tomorrow."

"Foggy, it's Sunday," Matt reminds.

"And we still have a potential client coming in for a talk." Foggy grins. "The publishing business is not for the weak, Murdock."

Matt walks them to the door. He hugs Karen and bids Foggy goodbye with a wave of his hand. Foggy and Karen get into the elevator together; Karen is trying very hard to look anywhere but at him.

"So," he starts, "a PhD. What's the topic?"

Karen shoots him an irritated glance. "The international criminal jurisdiction over superpowered individuals," she tells him nevertheless.

"Wow."

She nods. They fall silent again. Once they get out of the elevator, Karen rushes towards the door; Foggy follows her.

"Karen!" he calls after her. "Are you taking a taxi?"

"I'm going to take a walk."

She leaves the building and starts walking, towards the park. It's going to be summer soon and the days are long now, so it's still quite bright outside. The sun is setting over New York and reflects gold in Karen's hair.

Foggy catches up with her. "Do you mind if I join you?"

She huffs angrily. "Yes, actually, I do."

"You're angry with me."

"No shit," Karen says.

"Because I left."

"Because you--" She starts laughing, loud and hollow. It's an ugly laugh. Karen he remembers never laughed like that. "That's certainly one way to put it."

Foggy frowns. "I don't follow."

"You know what I mean."

"I don't, actually." She looks at him, clearly surprised. "Karen. I don't know what happened after I... left."

Karen blinks. "You mean he didn't--" She sighs and hits her forehead. "Karen, you dumb idiot. Of course he didn't tell you. It took him a year and a half to tell Kirsten, and he didn't have any complicated history with her."

Foggy catches her elbow. "Karen, please," he says quietly. "I want to know."

She laughs. "I doubt that," she says. "But you definitely should know." She rolls her eyes. "Fine. Walk me home."

They walk in silence for a few minutes. Foggy wonders if Karen still lives in the same apartment she did before. Before he gets the chance to ask, Karen takes up her story.

"The first two months after you left were hell," she tells him. "Matt was miserable, kept blaming himself and I didn't understand why, because what could he have done to help you? It was--a bad time, for both of us. And then Marci came, started bossing us around, but it turned out for the best, because finally there was a reason to do anything. The added bonus was the fact that it took her a week and a half to figure out that Matt was Daredevil."

Karen chuckles, then carries on, "I didn't believe it at first. But he admitted that she was right, and she guilt-tripped him into telling us everything. Then I understood, why Matt felt guilty, why you blamed him. It was his fault, in part. It wasn't good, but it was okay, those first few weeks with Marci. She got a temporary job filling for you, and we just kept waiting for you to come back. It was tough, the fact that you didn't talk with anyone but me, but we knew that you were getting better, so there was that. We waited. Nothing was getting better for us, especially for Matt, and now I'm pretty sure that he flat out stopped eating at some point, but I didn't notice it at the time. We kept waiting. Matt kept waiting. After six months your landlord called him, told him that he got an offer on your flat and was going to rent it again. He told him that he was willing to wait one more month and then someone would have to come and pack your stuff."

"It didn't get thrown away?" Foggy asks. There were some photo albums in there that he'd like to get back and thought lost forever now.

"No." Karen shakes her head. "At the end of that extra month Matt and I went to your place and packed everything. We got all the boxes into storage, turned your keys in to the landlord, and went home. The next thing I know, Marci is calling me, telling me to go to the office and get anything that was signed by Matt, because she needs a sample of his handwriting and signature, and then to get my ass to Metro-General as quickly as I can, because it's bad--"

"Wait, hold up a second." Foggy swallows thickly. "I don't--I don't understand, Metro-General is a hospital, why a hospital, what happened?"

"Do you really need me to spell it out for you?" Karen asks, faintly disgusted. She shakes her head again. "Fine, you know what, fine. After we got all your stuff in storage, each of us went home. I went home, got a tub of ice cream from my freezer and decided to binge watch Gilmore Girls, the way I used to after Union Allied. So while I was watching Lorelei and Rory and crying into my Ben&Jerry's, Matt went back to his place and tried to kill himself."

Foggy's heart stops. He's--he's pretty sure that it stops beating. He goes as white as a sheet. His heart still stubbornly refuses to move.

"Thank God Marci is stubborn and paranoid, otherwise no one would have known for days, it was a goddamn Friday evening. Thankfully Marci is stubborn and paranoid, she found him. She saved his life." Karen looks at Foggy pointedly, and her eyes are hard and cold as ice. "She called you. She called you a hundred times. I called you a hundred times, left dozens of voice messages. 'Hi, Foggy, sorry to bother you, but Matt's dying, maybe you could give a crap?' But you never answered. You never called back."

"I--"

"Marci had to forge a power of attorney letter so that we could anything, have any say whatsoever when it came to Matt. Things like 'please don't keep him heavily sedated' or 'the smell of antiseptic makes him puke'. These are the things a next of kin usually says and handles, but you were listed as his next of kin and you weren't picking up the damn phone. So Marci risked her career and forged the letter, Claire helped us get it into the hospital files. Those two weeks Matt spent in the hospital were the worst two weeks of my life, and I think that says a lot."

"I never called you again after that," Karen admits after a short pause. "You weren't worth it."

Foggy runs a hand over his eyes. It shakes all the way. "Why--why would Matt--"

"Because he loved you." Foggy makes a small noise. "No, I mean... He was in love with you."

"No," Foggy says and it comes out like a small laugh. That's just ridiculous. "No, that's--No."

Karen shakes her head sadly. "Marci swore up and down that you didn't know, and I didn't believe her at first. How could you not have known? Matt was your best friend, there were days when you would spend eighteen hours straight together. How could you have possibly not known? I couldn't wrap my mind around it."

"I didn't," Foggy whispers. He feels as if his stomach got filled with lead and dropped to rest somewhere around his knees.

"Yeah, I know that now. I used to think that you wouldn't have pulled that shit if you knew. I understand that you were hurt and you blamed Matt, but that was--cruel. You told us that you'd be back and then you left, and you never once talked to him. Not once. Matt loved and missed you, and you didn't even have the decency to pick up a phone and call him. 'Hey, Matt, I'm not coming back, I blame you for everything and I don't want to see you again.' That would have been kinder than what you did."

Karen stops him in the middle of the sidewalk by pressing a hand to his chest. She looks straight at him and her voice is sharp. "And now you're back," she says quietly. "I don't know why or what you want, but I won't let you hurt him again. Matt's happy now, and getting to this point was not easy. I will not let you fuck this up. I'll kill you before that happens."

She pats his chest, small movement of her hand against the material of his shirt, right over the pocket where he put Jack's folded picture.

"I can walk the rest of the way alone."

46.

Alcohol becomes his best friend the moment he steps into his apartment. It even makes him call Marci.

"Why didn't you tell me?" the tequila in his blood slurs into the phone.

"Foggy, it's 2:50am on my day off," Marci hisses in reply.

"You didn't tell me," Foggy says, takes the half-empty bottle in hand and takes a swig . "Why didn't you tell me?"

She doesn't even have to ask what he's talking about. She knows. She just knows. Fucking hell, they all just know. No wonder Kirsten dreamt of kicking him in the face. He'd love to kick himself.

"I promised myself that if I'd ever see you again, the heel of my shoe up your ass would be last thing you feel in your life," Marci says sweetly. "But I grew to love my Manolos, and you weren't worth it, so by the time you reappeared, I've come to the conclusion that it was better to leave that matter where it belonged, in the past."

"You should have told me."

"Perhaps. Next time I'll remember." She sighs. "Now fuck off, Foggy-Bear."

She hangs up. He hurls the phone at the wall.

47.

He doesn't go to work. In the five years he's worked at this company, he never once took sick leave. He's plenty sick now, sick because of the alcohol, sick because of what Karen told him, sick because he's an asshole, sick because Matt still smiles at him.

No one makes a fuss. They wish him a swift recovery and Foggy laughs and hiccups and wishes the earth could swallow him whole.

48.

Matt calls him on Wednesday.

It's a new phone that buzzes on his desk, the previous one having been destroyed in mysterious circumstances that he refuses to provide the details of.

Foggy takes one look at the caller id and feels instantly sick.

He doesn't answer that call, nor any of the six that follow.

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