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[Fill]: slipping sideways 2/2
(Anonymous) 2015-07-05 10:44 am (UTC)(link)“Of course I would, buddy,” Foggy says, and how, how does he say it so easily, knowing what it could cost him, maybe what it has cost him in this universe. “If your Foggy is anything like me, he can’t help himself.” Foggy makes a loose fist and taps Matt on the shoulder with it in a pretend punch. “Face it Murdock, you’re stuck with him. Me. Whatever. Ah-ha, and speaking of foolhardy morons, pass me the remote will you? You’re on.”
Matt focuses on the buzz of the television in the corner, the ripples of heat from the overworked fan in its workings. Foggy’s tapping a button on the remote, and he must be adjusting the volume from mute, because suddenly Matt can hear the familiar sounds a courtroom. The scraping of chairs, weighty sheaths of paper being flicked through, someone with the remnants of a head cold seated near the back judging by the acoustics and their incessant sniffling.
“Brought to you live from the city of New York,” Foggy introduces grandly. “You’re there, right at the front as always. Ginger. Oh so ginger. Pretty much orange. There’s this shade of orange they put on packets of candies and kid’s juice drinks to slam home that something is nutritious and healthily dosed with chemicals, but also fun and child friendly. You are that shade. Looks like you lucked out on that one. You’ve still got the glasses though. Maybe that transcends universes or something. Same with the handsome duck thing.”
“The defence calls Mr. Matthew Murdock, ” a woman’s voice declares.
“That’s Kirsten,” Foggy explains. “You have a Kirsten where you come from?” When Matt shakes his head, he takes this as a cue to carry on. “She’s your legal partner while I’m stuck playing chemical roulette in here. She’s stunning, not that you can appreciate that, but then again, all your girlfriends seem to be the supermodel type. Or morally questionable. Usually both.” On the TV, this Matt Murdock seems to be getting sworn in. Matt hears his own voice like an echo on the other end, and it’s more than a little jarring. “Except she’s your ex, and you’ve got this whole will-you-won’t-you thing going on, because you’re pushing the wrong side of thirty and still think it’s ok to go all lone-wolf when you think you’re getting too close to people, and she’s a kickass ADA who’s not taking your shit.” Matt side-eyes Foggy with a frown, and watches his outline waver as Foggy holds his hands up. “Hey, don’t give me that look. I know you, remember, or at least, the other version of you. We’ve had years together, Matty. It entitles me to at least some leeway to speak my mind.”
“You never needed my permission anyway,” Matt says, and hears Foggy hum a grin.
“Will you state your name for the record?” Kirsten is saying as Matt tunes back into the broadcast. Wondering why Foggy’s heartbeat is gradually elevating. Why he breathes out like he’s steeling himself. Fists the covers with hands that are suddenly not as steady as they were.
“Absolutely,” Matt’s echo says. “My name is Daredevil. ”
No.
Matt’s mouth goes dry. His chest tight.
On the other side of the screen, the courtroom explodes into chatter. The judge bangs the gavel for order, but no-one is listening.
“The cat’s out of the bag now,” Foggy murmurs. He sounds quite resigned to it all. His heartbeat is still up, but not like he’s surprised. It’s more an anxious thing.
“What’s he doing?” Matt whispers, horrified. “What in God’s name...?”
He’s ruining everything. They’ll lose the practice. Disbarred for sure over ethical violations. Half their cases will automatically go under review, there will be questions over the legality of their methods, and there was a reason Matt kept Daredevil out of the practice. Why Matt Murdock, lawyer, tried not to drag Nelson and Murdock through any of the grime and the dirt that Matt Murdock, vigilante, saw. No one will believe Foggy didn’t know. Even if they don’t get arrested on the spot, they’ll both lose their jobs, their livelihoods. They won’t be able to afford the office space, and has this Matt Murdock even thought about how they’re going to pay for Foggy’s treatment if they’re unemployed?
God, Foggy could die because he – because this man – is stupid and reckless and isn’t thinking about what this will do to his friends.
“What he has to.”
“He can’t take that sort of thing back!” Matt insists, half-panicked and convinced someone’s going to walk through the door of this room any minute to exact some horrific vengeance on Foggy. The scenes in his nightmares made real. “How could he be so – Foggy, he’s told everyone. Everyone knows now. You’re going to be in danger, can’t he see that…?”
“Matty,” Foggy says in a voice that would be soothing on any other day. “Matty, I’m flattered by your concern, but I already am in danger. I’m in hospital.”
“That’s not the same!” Matt nigh-on snarls. He’s gripping his fists together to tight it hurts. What the hell gave this other version of him the right to thoughtlessly throw everything he’d worked for away. “It’s not the same and you know it…”
“Matt,” Foggy interrupts him. “I’m – I may be dying, Matt.” That shuts Matt up, if nothing else. “It’s all up in the air as to whether the cancer will spread or not. Even the doctors, they can’t give me an estimate for sure. And no, this isn’t the same as you making me a target by association for the whole of New York’s supervillain community, but you’re new here, bud. You’ve only come in half-way to this story. Trust me when I say that this was the only ending we could have gone for.”
“Tell me,” Matt whispers. Half wanting to hear, and half wanting to press that rewind button and go home to his Foggy. Promise him he’ll never put him in danger like that. Promise all the things he should have said before. “Foggy, I need to understand.”
Tell me why you’re just letting me ruin your life. Tell me why you have so much faith that I’m making the right decision for the both of us.
Foggy sighs. Rubs his face with his hand. He sounds drained, like he’s racked up one hell of a sleep debt and needs desperately to cash in. But Matt needs to hear this.
“There’s bad guys involved,” he says, leaning forward slightly. “Like there always is. The Sons of the Serpent. They’re white supremacist trash, a hate group, but they’ve got influence. Power. Half the legal system is in their pocket, and you’ve been… you’ve been making life difficult for them. Both in and out of the mask.”
Why do you sound so proud of me, Matt thinks sadly, but he does not interrupt.
“Your identity is pretty much an open secret,” Foggy continues. “They tried to blackmail you into working for them, so they did some digging. About your accident, your abilities. Your friends. They – they used me to verify everything they found out.” Here, Foggy’s voice gets smaller. Beaten up, like he’s gone over it a hundred times in his head and still hasn’t found out how for forgive himself for it yet. “Whatever truth serum-esque shit they used, they messed around with my chemo drugs. Some non-FDA approved stuff they’ve had burning through my system.” Foggy’s tone turns pained, and Matt puts a gloved hand on Foggy’s arm. Feeling the tremors under his skin. “My – my body reacted badly, and it – it wasn’t nice. But it got you to come running. Turns out they’ve a vested interest in me staying alive, anyway. Blackmail. Identity exposure, ‘you go against us, we cut off your friend’s cancer treatment’ sort of thing. So you decided to get there first.”
“But that’s just what they wanted!” Matt says desperately.
“On your terms, not theirs.”
“But what about you?” Matt asks. “Did I – did he even give you a say in this?”
“Of course you did!” Foggy sounds offended on his behalf, and Matt would smile at that if he wasn’t so damn scared. “Look, you’re my best friend, and we’ve got to the stage where we can mostly be mature adults about these things. You tend to lead with your head, always have, but we talked it through. You thought you could play it long term, go along with their terms, bide your time until we found another way. I told you…” Foggy pinches the bridge of his nose, sounds wiped and tired and so much older than Matt is used to. “I said that I didn’t want you to ever have to sacrifice your integrity for me. I stand by that. There may never have been another way, and you would have had to work for them. Knowing what they are, what they stand for, and you would have hated yourself for it. This way isn’t the easiest way out, but we’ll get by. We always do.”
“Aren’t you frightened?” Matt says softly, and Foggy puts a thin fingered hand over Matt’s gloved one.
“I’m not like you,” he says honestly. “I’m not fearless. And I’m scared all the time these days. About the cancer, about you, about this…” He waves a hand at the television. Matt hadn’t even realised it was still on. The other Matt is telling everyone about his abilities, his father, Stick, about things that are secret for a reason. Matt swallows. “I can’t pretend to know what will happen next, but we’ll do it together, like we always have. Look, you’re younger. I’ve got at least ten years more of history with my Matt. I know how hard it gets, and I know how good it can be. He’s been here for me, this whole time. So don’t think for a second that I would ever let him go this alone.”
Foggy sounds fierce. Steady. He has the kind of faith in his voice that can build cities.
This Matt is so damn lucky.
He is so damn lucky.
“I don’t deserve a friend like you,” Matt says honestly, and Foggy makes a pffsh noise.
“Sure you do. And I bet your Foggy would say exactly the same thing.”
“Yeah,” Matt says. Thinking of avocados and moving forward and the raised letters of their small sign. “Yeah, he would.”
“Smart lad. Good head on his shoulders I bet. He probably even has hair on it as well.”
“Nearly shoulder length.”
“Lucky devil,” Foggy whistles. There is a clinking sound, and Foggy’s pressing something into his hands.
“As much as I’ve loved chatting,” he says. “I’ve a feeling my life’s about to get a whole lot more interesting, and it’s probably not going to be long before the nurses have to start aggressively shooing the paparazzi out. There will be autographs, interview requests, the works, and I don’t want you stealing my moment of glory, you get me? Anyway, you’ve got your own Foggy. Go home to him, yeah?”
“You have any advice for him?”
“Not to listen to you as much as I know he does,” Foggy’s smiling – Matt can hear it in his voice. “Nah, seriously. Tell him it’s worth it. Every bit of it. He’ll get what I mean.”
Matt pulls Foggy into a tight hug. It’s awkward, and the angle isn’t quite right, but Foggy’s arms wrap around him like he knows exactly where they go, and Matt tucks his face into the thinner hollows of Foggy’s neck.
“In case your Matt doesn’t tell you,” he mutters. “You’re the best thing that could have happened to me, Foggy Nelson.”
“I know,” Foggy replies, and disengages himself from Matt. He takes his hand and shows Matt which button to press that will send him home. “Now shoo. Or my Matt will start to get jealous.”
“He doesn’t have to know,” Matt teases, and Foggy laughs. Warm and real and immovable.
It’s the last sound Matt hears before he slams the button down and the sound of high wind roars in his ears.
Re: [Fill]: slipping sideways 2/2
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