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[FILL] A Dog's Life, 4/?, Foggy/Frank

(Anonymous) 2016-04-06 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
Marci was studying him over the fancy menu because she had dragged him out to lunch today and he hadn’t had Max with him. Jeri let him bring Max in a few days a week, not out of the kindness of her heart, which was formed out of pure prehistoric barracuda, but because “animal-lover” tended to sell well with the public.

No Max meant he couldn’t insist on cheap eating, sitting out on the sidewalk so Max didn’t break any health codes. That meant he was in a restaurant with actual cloth napkins and crystal wineglass on the table. For lunch. It also meant he’d be the one footing the bill.

She had showed up in his office and dragged him out of there bodily, insisting they hadn’t spent any quality time together for a while. While it was true, he also knew she had to have some sort of ulterior motive. Marci tended to move on multiple planes.

“I’m getting the roasted duck with spring salad,” he announced, mostly in an attempt to divert whatever the look in her eye meant. She made a face.

“Really? You hate duck.”

“No, not really. Sounds fancy though. Probably just get the steak. You?”

“Mmm.”

“You’re getting the duck, aren’t you?”

She put her menu down, not bothering to answer him.

“It’s been a while, Foggy-Bear, you haven’t been answering my texts,” she said instead, “I’m beginning to feel like we’re strangers. Which is shitty of you, considering I got you this job.”

He winced.

“Hey, it’s not my fault. I’m the new guy. You know they’ve got me doing the scut work.”

“Too busy to take two seconds to answer a text?”

“What is this, a cross-examination? You know I’m no good at texts.”

“Phone calls then, because I’ve call you a few times and you’ve never answered.”

He groaned, slumping back in his uncomfortable chair and letting his head fall back.

“Look, after work I’m just tired, that’s all. But things are getting better, I’m getting the rhythm, you know nothing keeps me down for long.”

“Oh good,” she said, so sweetly he knew he had walked into a trap. “Then you can come out with me tonight. Get out of your apartment. Get drunk, maybe get laid, just not with me.”

“Wow, sounds like a fabulous time. However, Max-”

“Max is doing just fine.”

Her voice was sharp and one of their neighbors at the table next door glanced their way. She sucked in a deep breath, folding her hands on the table and Foggy began to feel like maybe he was in the middle of some sort of intervention. He glanced over his shoulder uneasily, his parents and grandmother weren’t going to pop out, were they?

She reached across the table, put one hand on his.

“Foggy, I hate you for making me say these words out loud. I’m worried about you.”

He pulled his hand away.

“What? Why? Everything is fine, just because I don’t go out partying every night-”

“You don’t go out any night. You work, you go home, you work some more. You’re always alone. I can’t believe I’m saying this, god knows in law school I told you you needed to apply yourself more, but Foggy. You can’t keep going like this.”

“I’m not-”

He broke off abruptly. I’m not alone, he wanted to say but how could he? How could he explain Frank? If Marci so much as suspected, she’d call the police in a heartbeat and think she was doing the right thing. Hell, she’d probably be kind enough to set it up so Foggy wouldn’t get busted for harboring a fugitive.

Frank Castle is my friend, Foggy thought in the safety of his own mind and tasted the truth of his words. Marci would never understand, could never understand because this secret was something Foggy would never tell.

Despite various hiccups and bumps in the road, Foggy was good at keeping this particular type of secret. That was something even Matt could attest to. He took a deep breath.

“Marci, I get it, really I do. But I swear, I am fine. I really am just concentrating on my work. My life sorta imploded, remember? And now I’m putting back the pieces and I am completely okay.”

“You haven’t been okay since Murdock threw you under a bus.”

“Don’t talk about Matt,” he said sharply because Matt was off limits and she knew it. They had never spoken about Matt and he wanted to keep it that way. He hadn’t spoken about Matt to anyone and that was how he wanted it.

Her lips thinned and he could tell she was unhappy.

“Pretending things didn’t happen isn’t healthy.”

“I’m not having this conversation with you in the middle of a restaurant.”

“I have tried to have this conversation with you anywhere else. You have avoided me for weeks.”

“I’ve been busy.”

Foggy could hear the edge in his own voice and she was about to respond when their waiter materialized next to their table like one of those ninjas Metro-General swore up and down didn’t exist. Foggy could have kissed him.

They gave him their orders and yes, Marci did order the duck with an extra bit of viciousness in her voice. When the waiter left, Foggy said very calmly,

“I appreciate your concern, Marci, but I don’t need it. Now, let’s talk about anything else.”

She started to interrupt and he held up a hand.

“Anything else, or I walk out of this place.”

She settled back in her chair and he made himself face her head on even though he didn’t want to. The concern on her face pulled at his skin but he shoved it back. He was fine. She was overreacting. She just didn’t have the whole picture.

“Fine,” she said and her voice had that tone that meant she was unhappy but willing to let it go, at least for a while. He knew that tone from law school. Back when they were dating, she used it whenever he had run off to hang out with Matt.

The rest of lunch was strained and Foggy had never been so happy to rush back to work, hiding in his office and burying himself in paperwork. He found himself constantly reaching down to his side, where Max sat when he was in the office with him. No Max today though, no soft doggy head to pat, no wet nose to press against the palm of his hand. Just work to do.

When quitting time finally came, he gathered up his things and headed for the elevator. This whole shitty day was about to be over and he was desperate to go home. In the lobby, right as he was going out the door, he heard her laugh and a quick glance over his shoulder showed Marci stepping off the elevator, talking to one of the other lawyers. Roger? Something like that, Foggy had a vague memory of meeting him.

He ducked out before she saw him and headed home, where he took Max for a walk, ordered takeout and ate dinner in front of the television. Frank didn’t show up but that was okay.

There was nothing wrong with his life.

He was fine.

*

Two days of ducking Marci later, Foggy trudged his way into his apartment, later than usual. Of course, there had been some last minute paperwork he had been handed that absolutely needed to be done by tonight and of course, it fell to the new guy to do it.

When he stepped into his apartment, apologizing profusely to Max, Frank appeared at the end of the hall. Foggy grinned at the sight of him, feeling the weight of the day slip off his shoulders. See? He wasn’t alone.

“You just get in? Later than usual.”

“Yeah, last minute crap that had to get done. You?”

“About a minute ago, I brought sandwiches.”

“Great! Let me take Max out real quick and then I can eat because I am starving.”

He reached for Max’s harness and leash, Max already seated as his feet ready to go, nearly vibrating with excitement.

“I’ll go with you.”

Foggy turned to stare at Frank.

“With me?”

“Yeah, you taking him around the block right?”

“Well, yeah. But. Outside.”

When Frank just squinted at him, Foggy clarified,

“In public. You’re a wanted man, do you not remember this?”

“It’ll be fine,” Frank told him, pulling his baseball cap out of his jacket and putting it on. “Nobody’s going to recognize me.”

“Is that a magic baseball cap? Because that is the only way I see this working.”

“It’ll be fine, hot shot. I’ve been walking through your neighborhood for months now, nobody’s said a thing. Now c’mon, no time to argue, Max needs to go out.”

Frank’s jaw took on that stubborn line and Foggy threw up his hands because the times Frank had gotten stubborn, Foggy had never even come close to winning.

“Ugh, fine. But you have to pick up the poop. And if we get arrested, I’m going to say you threatened me.”

*

“This is such bullshit,” Foggy marveled as they strolled the streets, passing by oblivious pedestrians.

“It’s New York,” Frank said, “Nobody gives a shit.”

Foggy couldn’t help but laugh. It felt wild and freeing, doing this with Frank. He was walking the streets of New York by the side of a notorious vigilante and nobody looked at them twice. It was insane. Max was equally thrilled, trotting beside them with his head held high and tongue lolling out.

“So you just wander the streets in a hat and nobody recognizes you. So that’s how you get around.”

“What did you think I did? Teleport to your apartment?”

“I don’t know, skulk in the shadow like some sort of vampire? Scurry from alleyway to alleyway? Weirdo stuff.”

Frank laughed, shaking his head.

“You got an imagination on you, that’s for sure.”

They meandered along, letting Max sniff his way down the sidewalk, investigating the same street he had checked out that morning like it was undiscovered country.

He and Matt had tried walking like this, being chummy and happy and it had all been a lie. Foggy took a moment to absorb the fact that it was the guy without the mask that he could walk in public with without qualm. He remembered pressing a handkerchief to the back of Matt’s neck to soak up the blood they never talked about. He remembered pressing butterfly bandages to the cut on Frank’s head.

He remembered how one act made him furious and the other made him feel useful.

Fuck, these were really deep thoughts while he was out waiting for his dog to poop.

“What kind of sandwiches did you get?” he asked Frank and if Frank wondered at the abrupt question, he didn’t say.

“Pastrami.”

“Oh nice, that’s my favorite.”

“Yeah, I remembered.”

Finally, Max began to circle around in doggy tradition and Foggy handed Frank the poop bag with a flourish.

“All yours, good sir.”

“Immature,” was all Frank said but he bent down to pick up the poop when Max was done.

*

That night, Frank crashed out on his couch because maybe it was ugly but it sure as hell was comfortable, Foggy picked up his phone and scrolled to Matt’s number. He still had him programmed in, hope springing eternal and all that jazz. His thumb hovered over the text button. Maybe he could just send one message, see how Matt was doing.

He thought about Frank, sleeping in his living room. He thought about the last time he had seen Matt, in the wreckage of their law firm. Matt had been so distant and Foggy had followed suit, like if he just pretended it didn’t hurt, it wouldn’t.

You haven’t been okay since Murdock threw you under a bus.

In the end, he just checked to make sure his alarm was set and then went to bed.

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 4/?, Foggy/Frank, Karen/Matt

(Anonymous) 2016-04-06 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
Saturday, he hailed a taxi and he and Max made their way to the dog rehab center.

Colin, his primary trainer, saw him instantly, jogging up and Foggy was hit all over again at what a hot slab of beef Colin was. Pure California muscle, tanned and beautiful and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of.

Foggy just looked though. It was just really nice to look.

“Fog!” Colin said, cheerfully, stretching one hand down for Max to nose at. “Glad you could make it!”

That’s what he said every Saturday, even though Foggy hadn’t missed a single one since Max had graduated their training course. Max loved coming here and in the yard area, Foggy could let him off his leash so he could run around. A little taste of freedom after being cooped up during the week, stuck in buildings and on leashes.

“Glad to be here,” Foggy said, because they had a script and he was going to follow it.

“How’s Max? He been good, any problems?”

“He’s great. We’ve gone past a few dogs during walks and he’s listened to every command. Hasn’t made a move towards them.”

“That’s awesome, man. Good job, Maxy.”

Colin reached into his pocket, presented a treat to Max who took it eagerly.

“Shall we go to the yard?” Colin asked and Foggy nodded and together they made their way out to the grassy area. “You’re the first one here, so Max will have free run of the place, at least for a little while.”

Foggy bent down to unhook Max’s leash, giving him one good head scratch before shooing him off.

“Go on,” he said, “Run around, have fun.”

Permission granted, Max took off like a shot, sniffing his way across the grass like a dog on a mission. His mission would be to pee on everything, Foggy knew. He watched Max for a few moments before he realized Colin hadn’t left.

That wasn’t in the script; Colin usually left Foggy and Max to their own devices at this point. He glanced over at him to find Colin studying him and when Colin noticed, Colin looked away flushing.

“So, uh, how have you been? I’m always asking about Max and not about you.”

Foggy shrugged.

“I’m good, same old, same old, you know? No major changes with me.”

Colin nodded, rocking back on his heels and Foggy was just trying to figure out what Colin wanted, when Nancy, the other trainer, called to Colin from the doorway.

“Oh, man, gotta go. You two have fun, okay?”

Colin reached out, squeezed Foggy’s upper arm once and then was gone, jogging back to where Nancy waited. After watching him go inside, Foggy reached into his bag and pulled out a tennis ball, whistling once to get Max’s attention. Max immediately came loping back towards him, eyes trained on the ball in Foggy’s hand.

“All right, boy,” Foggy said, “Go get it!”

He threw the ball and Max was off like a shot, so exciting he fumbled for a bit before gaining his legs and springing after it. He brought it back to Foggy and Foggy took it, slobber and all and lobbed it again. Then again. And again.

The problem with all this was that it didn’t take much attention and Foggy found his thoughts wandering. Maybe he should call Matt or text him, just to see how he was doing.Why couldn’t Matt have a facebook Foggy could creep on like a normal person?

The stuff they had fought about, it seemed a lifetime ago. It had been months since they had last spoken, Foggy didn’t even know where Matt was working. The only reason he knew Matt was even still in New York was because the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen still made the news.

Foggy had found a balance with Frank Castle, surely that meant he could find one with Matt, too. It was a tiny secret hope that Foggy hadn’t really let himself acknowledge but now, now he was thinking about it.

If they had parted angry, this would be easier. But they didn’t leave angry, they had gone their separate ways like mature adults, like they were saying good-bye permanently. What if Foggy reached out and Matt wasn’t interested?

What if Foggy reached out and Matt didn’t care?

Marci said pretending these things hadn’t happened wasn’t healthy and deep down Foggy knew she was right. But he didn’t want to know for a fact that Matt wasn’t hurting as much as Foggy was. In the end, Foggy was a coward.

He spent an hour with Max, chasing him around the grounds, throwing his ball, playing tug of war with one of the rope toys provided by the facility. Max deserved to have a good time, even if Foggy was beating himself up in his mind.

As he was leaving, a little sweaty and ready to go get lunch, Colin waved him down by the door.

“Foggy! You going already?”

“Yeah, we had a good time. Janine was out there with Cupcake so Max got some socialization in.”

Colin paused.

“You okay, man? You look down.”

Foggy forced a smile.

“Just tired, long week at work you know.”

Colin laughed.

“Gotta make that money, huh? But you gotta take the time to enjoy life, you know?”

Colin pulled him in for a hug, which was something he had started to do a few weeks back. He smelled good, all sweat and sunshine and he was wearing a tank top, his skin smooth and warm. It was nice.

*

“Foggy!”

He turned at the sound of his name and there was Karen, one arm raised and waving. She hurried to him and he met her half-way, his grip on Max’s leash tightening. He hadn’t really seen her since that night they closed the tab at Josie’s.

A few random texts here and there but for the most part, radio silence. He liked reading her articles though, always meant to tell her that. He stopped a few feet from her, held up a hand when she made to move closer.

“Just a sec, okay?”

“Oh, that’s right,” she said, “You got a dog.”

She started to reach down and Foggy took a quick step back.

“Wait,” he repeated, leading Max away from the middle of the sidewalk and closer to the buildings. “Best if you let me introduce you first.”

“Oh, of course, sorry!”

“No biggie.”

He had Max sit and then let Karen extend her hand. Max sniffed her fingers and that was that. Karen was smiling at him and she looked great, pink in her cheeks, her eyes bright.

“It’s so good to see you, Foggy,” she said warmly, leaning in to hug him. “It’s been too long!”

“I know, I know. I keep meaning to text you. Love your articles by the way, you got me buying The Bulletin every day. I cut out your articles, putting them in scrapbook, I’m decoupaging the hell out of it.”

She laughed, smacking at his left shoulder and he ignored the phantom pain. His bullet wound was just scar tissue now. Old news.

“I was just talking about how we needed to call you.”

“We?” Foggy snorted, “Like the royal We? Are we royalty now, Miss Page?”

“Me and Matt,” she explained, tucking her hair behind her ear and scooting a bit closer. Matt?

Foggy began to feel the world dropping out beneath his feet. He felt dizzy, lightheaded.

“You and Matt?...” he trailed off and she blushed, ducking her head.

“We got back together,” she admitted, “We worked things out. I know he screwed over Nelson & Murdock, but Foggy, he had his reasons. He explained it to me.”

Karen leaned forward, voice tipping low.

“I know about how he’s our... mutual friend.”

The words took a second to land and when they did, it was like taking a solid jab to the chest. Rib cage cracking, bruises forming, he couldn’t breathe.

“He told me, Foggy,” Karen said, all soulful eyes, “He came to me and told me the truth.”

She sounded reverent, breathing a secret into his skin. Not his secret, not anymore. Matt had told her, willingly from the sounds of it, not because he was caught bleeding and bloody on the floor. Not because he didn’t have a choice but because he wanted to. Because he trusted her.

Why did people keep having these conversations with him in public? Why couldn’t they lure him to an abandoned alleyway so he could at least brace himself because clearly a terrible talk was coming? Next to him, Max began to whine and tug at his leash.

Shit.

No.

He took a deep breath, then another. He pushed it down hard, he had to stay calm. Max was sensitive to his emotions, he was going to fuck this up for Max. He had to be in control.

“Wow,” he said, when he felt like he could speak without cracking. “That’s good, right? So good.”

She nodded and the look on her face... seemed she had no problem accepting Matt, vigilanting ways and all. It shone from her, the conviction that Matt was doing the right thing. Foggy’s envy at her confidence was bitter.

“He does so much good.”

“Yeah,” Foggy said hoarsely, grip tightening on Max’s leash, the leather cutting into his skin. “You know, I’ve got to go. I’m meeting up with someone, probably already running late. Come on, Max.”

He stumbled back from her, Max quick to trot after him, eager to move away from whatever strange tension his doggy senses could feel. Karen reached a hand out for him, startled, and it only made Foggy jerk back faster.

“Foggy,” she said concerned, finally started to twig that maybe this wasn’t the world’s best news. Foggy waved her away.

“I’ve got to go,” he repeated and fled.

Blood was rushing in his ears as he and Max set off across the city. Home was a beacon he was desperate for, he needed to get somewhere safe and secure and he kept moving, only the fact that he had walked this particular path a thousand times keeping in the right direction.

The world was spinning and he thought he was done with that. He thought he had finally landed on solid ground, thought it couldn’t shift on him anymore. He had a new life, a new job. He was a new Foggy, growing in a different direction.

Why did he feel like he was withering and dying?

It was only seeing the corner store that made him stop his wild careen through the city. Home, home, home was still beating in his blood stream but...

Home, yeah. But he was going to need something else too.

Foggy bought two bottles of scotch, not even the expensive kind that he could afford now. He bought the cheap shit because he knew the taste wasn’t going to matter. Just the alcohol content. Just as long as it burned.

Clutching his bag in one hand, Max’s leash in the other, he took the next few blocks at a more reasonable pace. The chink of the bottles calmed him, the shape of the glass pressed against his chest grounded him.

He could do this.

He made it home, putting his bottles carefully on the counter before bending to take off Max’s harness. Max swiped his tongue across Foggy’s chin and Foggy just kept going down, until he was on his knees, arms wrapped around his dog.

He pressed his face to Max’s warm, soft fur, let it soak up his tears.

Matt had sought Karen out, repaired their relationship, gave her the secrets he had so carefully guarded from Foggy for all those years.

Foggy hadn’t been worth a second chance. Not to Matt.

After making sure Max’s food and water bowls were full, Foggy cracked open the first bottle and started drinking.

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 4/?, Foggy/Frank, Karen/Matt

(Anonymous) 2016-04-06 10:54 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, jesus, ouch, my heart D':

This was a beautiful instalment, just like all the others <33

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 4/?, Foggy/Frank, Karen/Matt

(Anonymous) 2016-04-11 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you!

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 4/?, Foggy/Frank, Karen/Matt

(Anonymous) 2016-04-06 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
OH GOD I AM CRYING. CRYIIIING.

(C'mon, Frank, come make him feel better!)

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 4/?, Foggy/Frank, Karen/Matt

(Anonymous) 2016-04-11 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
(C'mon, Frank, come make him feel better!)

He does, I promise!

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 4/?, Foggy/Frank, Karen/Matt

(Anonymous) 2016-04-07 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Foggy thinkign he could move on and seeing something else in Colin to me being all down because he thinks Matt doesn't care about him,

Ouch. Didn't see that one comign. Didn't see it at all.

get drunk Fogs. You need it!

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 4/?, Foggy/Frank, Karen/Matt

(Anonymous) 2016-04-11 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
Ouch. Didn't see that one comign. Didn't see it at all.

Neither did Foggy! I'll try to make it better, I swear.

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 4/?, Foggy/Frank, Karen/Matt

(Anonymous) 2016-04-07 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
op here
ouch poor foggy
this is really sad

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 4/?, Foggy/Frank, Karen/Matt

(Anonymous) 2016-04-11 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Glad you're still reading! I love Foggy so that translates into me making him really, really, really sad.

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 4/?, Foggy/Frank, Karen/Matt

(Anonymous) 2016-04-07 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
LOVE it! I was hoping the others would make an appearance, this is great!

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 4/?, Foggy/Frank, Karen/Matt

(Anonymous) 2016-04-11 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you!

I do have plans for Matt to appear but that's quite a ways down the line.

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 4/?, Foggy/Frank, Karen/Matt

(Anonymous) 2016-04-08 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
oh, this one was so sad! foggy can be such a heartbreaking character sometimes. (though i did get a kick out of oblivious foggy with colin haha)

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 4/?, Foggy/Frank, Karen/Matt

(Anonymous) 2016-04-11 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
I love Foggy so I make him suffer! Foggy totally doesn't get that Colin is into him.

[FILL] A Dog's Life, 5/?, Foggy/Frank

(Anonymous) 2016-04-11 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
Foggy woke up in his bed.

Which felt weird for a moment because he had the strangest feeling he shouldn’t be in bed. But that didn’t make sense. When Foggy slept, he slept in his bed like a normal person. Why wouldn’t he be in bed?

He had a vague memory of lying on his living room floor and having a pair of black combat boots come into focus.

Shit.

“Afternoon, sunshine.”

He groaned, pressing his face back into his pillow. His head was pounding, his mouth tasted like poison and his bladder was informing him he really needed to pee. And Frank Castle was here to witness it all.

“Tylenol and water next to the bed, might want to knock some back there.”

Foggy groaned again then twisted his head to open one eye in Frank’s direction.

“Max?”

“I took him out this morning and fed him. He’s good.”

Foggy flopped out an arm, reaching rather haphazardly for the Tylenol Frank had promised, almost knocking over the water. Frank reached out, stopped the glass from tipping and handed Foggy the pills. Foggy dragged himself up so he could toss them into his mouth and then grabbed the cup to drink them down.

“What time is it?”

“A little after noon.”

“Oh, god.”

He staggered to his feet and Frank was kind enough to get out of the way, but not kind enough to hide his amusement as Foggy flailed his way to the bathroom. Foggy took great pleasure in shutting the door in his smirking face.

There, he emptied his bladder, washed his face, brushed his teeth, brushed his teeth for a second time and then made his way back to his bedroom. God, his head hurt and his eyes were scratchy and he didn’t want to think about Matt. He collapsed back on his bed.

He just wanted to go back to sleep but then Frank returned, plate in hand.

“Eat this,” he said, prodding at Foggy to sit up.

“I just want to sleep,” he moaned, knowing he was pathetic but unable to rustle up the concern to care. Caring was for suckers. Look at what it had gotten him so far.

“You can, but eat this first. It’ll help the hangover.”

Foggy lifted his head, eyeing the plate suspiciously.

“What is it?”

“Bacon sandwich.”

“That sounds like a really bad idea.”

“Just eat, hot shot. It’ll help.”

After choking down the bacon sandwich under Frank’s watchful eye, Foggy crawled back on his bed and slept like the dead.

When he woke up again, a quick fumble for his phone told him it was a little past five. Shit. He had slept most of the day away but at least he was feeling a bit better. Better enough to realize just how gross he felt, still wearing the remnants of yesterday’s outfit. Which made him pause as he realized he still had his shirt on but was down to his boxers.

Frank undressed him.

God, his life sucked.

He dragged himself out of bed, rummaged for a clean set of clothes and headed for the bathroom. In the hall, he could hear the tv, that plus the fact that Max hadn’t made an appearance told Foggy that Frank was still there. Of course.

(He didn’t think about Matt.)

He took a long shower, water as hot as he could stand, scrubbing at his skin with his shower poof until he was pink and clean. The warmth of the water helped with the kinks sleeping all day had injected into all his muscles and he mused on the fact that he could afford a fancy spa complete with pretty masseuse. Or handsome masseur.

Foggy had been more into dudes lately.

But still, fancy spa seemed like something rich people did and Foggy, despite his current salary didn’t feel like a rich person. He felt like a guy who had grown up in Hell’s Kitchen and got paid in produce and peach cobbler.

(He didn’t think about Matt.)

When he stepped out of the shower and towel dried himself off, he took a moment to study himself in the mirror. His eyes weren’t bloodshot, which was nice. His mouth was dry, he had a bit of a lingering headache but other than that he felt pretty good, all things considered. Frank’s bacon sandwich was apparently right on the money.

(He didn’t think about Matt.)

Tossing the damp towel over the shower curtain to dry, he shuffled out the bathroom and down the hall. Just as he entered the living room, Frank was heading towards the kitchen, empty plate in hand.

“Not a word,” Foggy groused and Frank held up his free hand in surrender.

“Wasn’t going to say a thing,” Frank said, “You ready to eat?”

Foggy paused to take stock of his stomach.

“Yeah, but something light. Toast and peanut butter?”

“Alright, hot shot, just sit your ass down. I’ll get you some toast for your tender tummy.”

Foggy flipped him off and Frank flipped him off right back before heading into the kitchen. Max came over, nosed at Foggy until Foggy bent down to cuddle him for a bit.

“I’m sorry, Max,” Foggy said, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “I won’t drink like that again, okay?”

He wasn’t sorry about the lost brain cells, he wasn’t sorry for the liver damage but he was really sorry that Max had to see the whole thing. Maybe this is what it felt like to let down your children.

One last head pat and Foggy went over to the couch and dropped down.

And that’s when it hit him.

Disjointed flashes of memory. Frank hauling him off the ground and getting him back on the couch. Foggy bursting into tears, so drunk as to be nearly incoherent. Foggy - dear, god, Foggy flinging himself into Frank’s arms, a blubbering and sobbing mess.

Frank walked back in with his toast and Foggy turned to him in horror.

“I cried on you,” he breathed and Frank had the decency to look a little embarrassed. “I totally cried all over you.”

Frank made a strange face, reaching up to scratch at his nose.

“I didn’t think you’d remember.”

“I just did. You sat me down right here and then I just, like, my face just exploded in tears!”

Foggy clawed at the air, because the memories were too much, he could see his ugly crying face, Foggy was an ugly crier, he always had been. Some people could cry gracefully, some people could cry manfully, some people could cry and actually look more attractive but Foggy was none of those people.

And Frank! Poor Frank had let Foggy cry on his shoulder, Foggy had practically been on his lap, soaking Frank’s shirt with tears and other bodily fluids. Foggy was a disgusting crier.

“Oh god,” Foggy moaned, covering his face in the here and now, “Just shoot me, I know you own like a million guns, pick the most lethal one and put me out of my misery.”

“It wasn’t so bad,” Frank said, clearly only to make Foggy feel better. The joke was on him though; nothing could make Foggy feel better about this.

“What did I say?” Foggy asked, without uncovering his eyes and he heard Frank sigh.

“Honestly, you did talk a lot but you were slurring so much I didn’t understand most of it.”

That was a relief. Right? He hadn’t mentioned Matt, Karen or the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, everybody was safe, everything was fine.

He didn’t feel fine. He felt like crying again but this time he had no alcohol to blame it on. Guess he had to think about Matt, after all.

“You want to talk about it?” Frank asked and it sounded like an honest question.

Foggy dropped his hands to look at him in surprise.

“You want to talk about my emotions? We’re two dudes, I thought dudes didn’t do that.”

“Well, you did cry on me.”

He gave Foggy a wry, half-smile and he made it sound so reasonable, like of course, Foggy cried all over the Punisher and of course, the day after, he should spill his heart to him. Share his problems, get a second opinion.

And Foggy suddenly did want to talk about it, to Frank who had dragged him off the floor and tucked his drunken ass into bed. To finally just say this shit out loud, the stuff he’d been burying down for months now, desperately ignoring how it was eating away at his insides. He wanted to talk to Frank who had showed up uninvited and ended up with a place in Foggy’s life, who loved Max as much as Foggy did.

All the things he had been bottling inside, refusing to talk about with anybody and he knew if anybody but Frank had been here for this moment, he wouldn’t have wanted to say a word. If his mother were here, if Marci was here, hell if that priest Matt knew was here, Foggy wouldn’t speak. But, somehow, the idea of talking to Frank made it bearable.

But how? Matt’s secret was still Matt’s secret, Foggy would never betray Matt like that, no matter the broken thing their friendship had become. At the same time, Foggy could feel the words bubbling up inside him, eager to be free. He was tired, so tired of carrying this weight around. He wanted to get it out where it couldn’t poison him anymore.

He made a decision.

He would talk around it; Foggy was a lawyer for a reason and one of those reasons was his god-given ability to bullshit.

He took a deep breath.

“Max, go to your room.”

This was going to get emotional, he knew it. He had already made poor Max witness his drunken crying, least he could do now was spare him from seeing it again. He waited until Max was gone before turning to Frank.

“I had a friend, a friend who did, uhm, things. Things I didn’t agree with. My friend thought these things were necessary-”

“This is about Red.”

Foggy gaped at him.

“What? No! What? Who? Red? Red Vines?”

His voice had gone up several octaves and Frank was rolling his eyes.

“Red is Murdock.”

“No. No, you are wrong, how can a blind man be the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, hahaha that makes no sense.”

“Matt Murdock is the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. I know this, you know this.”

“I know nothing, you know nothing-”

“How am I not supposed to recognize the bottom half of his face?” Frank asked, exasperated and that’s when Foggy began to hyperventilate. Frank cursed, joined him on the couch, coaxing him to lean forward and put his head between his knees, rubbing Foggy’s back with one hand.

“Just breathe for me, hot shot.”

So Foggy did, sucking in deep breaths and trying to get his body under control. The Punisher knew who the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen was. Foggy never knew exactly what went down between the two of them, knew only the vaguest of broad strokes. He and Matt hadn’t exactly been communicating by then; Foggy just knew Matt had something to do with Frank getting handed over to the police, even if Brett got the credit.

The secret Foggy had been carrying like a stone, it wasn’t even a secret, at least not to Frank.

Eventually, he got his breathing close to normal and he lifted his head, even if he stayed hunched over. Frank didn’t push, didn’t say a word, just stayed next to Foggy and waited. Foggy turned to look at him, Frank Castle, the Punisher, the man at the center of the case that had proved the death knell to the deepest friendship Foggy had ever had. Frank Castle, the man Foggy had created a space for in his lonely life, the man Foggy had managed to accept in a way he hadn’t with Matt.

Foggy felt his face crumple and it was sheer willpower alone that kept him from crying.

“So you know,” he said dully, scrubbing at his eyes. “I’m a hypocrite.”

“You’re not a hypocrite,” Frank scoffed, his hand still rubbing warm circles on Foggy’s back. “How are you a hypocrite?”

“I didn’t help Matt. I didn’t support him, I couldn’t accept the things he did. And now here I am with you! I’ve given you a place to crash, I’ve bandaged your wounds, I have never called the police!”

“That doesn’t make you a hypocrite.”

“Yeah, it does. Everything I refused to do for Matt, I’ve done for you and you never even asked me to! I turned my back on my best friend because I couldn’t accept who he was and honestly, you do much, much worse! And yet, I’m somehow okay with it! And I don’t know why, I don’t know how I got here, I just know I did and it doesn’t feel wrong but I know it should!”

Foggy was on his feet now, shouting now, fists clenched and Frank was just watching him, watching his anger, his rage, his despair.

“I’m a lawyer, I’m supposed to revere the law, I’m supposed to uphold it. I’m not supposed to be okay eating dinner with a killer!”

Frank got up and left and Foggy felt the bottom of his world drop out for the second time in as many days. He should have kept his mouth shut, should have just kept holding it in. But he didn’t, he opened his big fat mouth and now he was going to lose Frank the exact same way he lost Matt.

The exact same fucking way.

Frank came back, Foggy’s jacket in his hands. He threw it at him and Foggy caught it automatically.

“C’mon, get dressed, get your shoes, we’re going out.”

“What?” Foggy asked, feeling as though he had gotten whiplash. “Where?”

“You’ll see.”

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You’ll see ended up being a car park a couple of blocks over. Frank made a beeline for a crappy van, pulling out a set of keys and unlocking the door.

“You own a van.”

“Yeah, now get in.”

“You own a windowless van, which is like the creepiest automobile a person can own, you know that right?”

“It gets me where I need to go.”
With a sigh, Foggy got in, unsurprised to see that it was clean, at least on the inside. Frank was very particular about the cleanliness of things, Foggy’s apartment could attest to that. The car started on the first try which did surprised Foggy; it was a really shitty looking creepy van.

Foggy didn’t ask where they were going as Frank pulled into the street, didn’t see much point. He leaned against the passenger window, just watching the streets go by. He was tired, he was hungover, he had a headache. He wished he was back home with Max, who he had let out of his kennel and given him one of his rawhide chews in order to make up for the fact that his owner was an emotional mess.

Frank parked the van along the street, turned off the engine but left the keys in the ignition. He unbuckled his seatbelt but made no move to get out, so Foggy followed his lead, unclicking his belt and simply sitting up from his slumped position.

“Know where we are?”

“A shitty neighborhood?” Foggy guessed, peering out the window. It was a shitty neighborhood, he could see the dive bar near the corner where unsavory people skulked about. “They can’t see us, right?”

“Relax,” Frank said, “Nothing’s going to happen to you.”

Which, Foggy noted, was not the same as saying they couldn’t be seen. But then again, Foggy probably was never as safe as he was when he was with Frank. Even Matt got his ass handed to him by this guy. That was probably a terrible thing to think but it made him feel better. That’s right, Matt, Foggy thought, my friend can beat you up.

God, Foggy was a terrible person. He said it out loud and Frank reached across without looking at him and smacked the back of his head. But instead of pulling his hand away when done, he dragged his hand down, palm curving to fit the back of Foggy’s head as it went. He dragged it down until he reached the back of Foggy’s neck, fingers curled gently around his nape.

Foggy suppressed a shiver even as his heart speeded up.

“No, you aren’t. I brought you here to see terrible people. Believe me, you aren’t one of them.”

Frank pointed out the windshield with his free hand, his other hand a scorching point of contact. Foggy leaned forward slightly to see a skinny, greasy, looking guy exit the bar.

“See that guy right there?,” Frank asked and Foggy nodded, feeling the rough scrape of the callouses on Frank’s fingers. “Drug dealer, likes to hang around schools. Last week, a fifteen year old overdosed from something he bought from him. You think he’s gonna pay for that? You think he’s going to stop selling? You think he gives a shit about the lives he’s ruined?”

The cadence of Frank’s voice was a beating war drum, thrumming it’s rhythm into Foggy’s blood. This felt intimate, so intimate, sitting in a parked car, in a bubble of metal to protect them from the outside world. The two of them separate from all the people in Hell’s Kitchen, maybe from all the people in the world.

“That one? Sells weapons to anybody with cash. Who knows how many people have died because of the guns he puts out on the streets. Him? Pimps out girls, beats them, rapes them, gets them hooked on drugs. These girls don’t get a second chance, they die covered in the mud he dragged them in.”

Frank turned to him, caught him with those intense eyes. Foggy could see the passion in them, the drive, the absolute certainty that Frank carried with him like a badge.

“No amount of jail time is going to change them. They don’t fucking care who they hurt or kill as long as they get theirs. Red? He puts these guys down, wraps them up pretty for the police and then what? These assholes are out walking the streets the very next day. Hurting somebody else. Killing somebody else.”

Frank tightened his hold on Foggy’s neck and pulled him close. Foggy’s heart was pounding and he couldn’t tear his gaze away from Frank’s hypnotic stare, the conviction burning in his eyes. Burning so hot and bright, like staring into the sun. It was burning Foggy up, his breath coming in little heaving gasps, his whole world narrowed down to Frank and only Frank.

Frank tapped their foreheads together, fingers digging in just a little bit firmer into Foggy’s skin.

“You aren’t a hypocrite, hot shot, you just finally figured out the score.”

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Wow, anon, this was really wonderfully written. My heart is absolutely in pieces for poor Foggy. And when you brought the Matt issue back around with Guess he had to think about Matt, after all. - nicely done!

But instead of pulling his hand away when done, he dragged his hand down, palm curving to fit the back of Foggy’s head as it went. He dragged it down until he reached the back of Foggy’s neck, fingers curled gently around his nape.
→ I am meeeellltiiiinggg and swooooooning awwwww ♥

Frank tapped their foreheads together, fingers digging in just a little bit firmer into Foggy’s skin.
→ <3333

I love the names he calls Foggy. 8D Sunshine, hotshot, omg <3 I have so much unbelievably intense burning love for this story and I ache in anticipation of each glorious update and I swoon with each notification in my inbox of an additional installment and I think about it randomly throughout my days. It's so excellent. The story, the characterizations (YOUR! FRANK!! OMG!!!), the writing--!

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Oh my gosh, thank you so much! Your entire comment made me smile so much and I needed it because the next chapter did not want to cooperate!

Seriously, thank you!

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(Anonymous) 2016-04-11 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh boy.
Each chapter it's better and better.

I like how you portray Frak's softer side. We saw it with Karen a couple of times, talking about his family and about love and i really like they way you write it here, still in character when Frank is one of those characters that one can easily write the wrong way.

Foggy is so torn about what he did with Matt and what he is doing with Frank, he sees himself the wrong way when he is only human but here is Frank showing him something different, giving him a chance to move on.

I can't wait for the moment where Foggy decies to screw it and go for it with Frank and the consequences about this and of course Matt's reaction cause he will know.


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(Anonymous) 2016-04-20 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
still in character

Thank you! I worry about Frank being in character because Foggy just feels easier to write so it's good to know he's working out.

Matt will pop up eventually, I promise!

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(Anonymous) 2016-04-12 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
op here
This is just so amazing, how it moved from Foggy taking care of Frank to now Frank helping him. How they don't need the dog to communicate anymore
All of this is just so good

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(Anonymous) 2016-04-20 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you! I'm having a lot of fun writing this so I'm glad you're enjoying it too. Max was the perfect go between for the two of them so thank you for your prompt! I wanted to write Frank/Foggy but I had no idea how to get them together until I saw your prompt.

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I check back basically daily for updates. I'm in love with this fill.

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His phone rang once and he scrambled for it, fumbling a bit before he got it turned right.

It wasn’t Matt. It was his mom. He answered it, pretending not to be disappointed.

*

He noticed the bagels first, pulling up short as he entered the kitchen. He eyed the bag suspiciously, prodding at it with one hand. Well, those were definitely bagels. He went over to the fridge and opened it. Then shut it. Then opened it again.

There was stuff in it. Edible stuff. Edible, healthy looking stuff. Milk that wasn’t solid. Cheese that wasn’t covered in green mold. He opened the crisper. Fresh vegetables and a bag of apples.

Frank Castle had just done his grocery shopping. Foggy was pretty sure this was the first time his fridge had been stocked since he moved in.

Well, shit. If Frank Castle was better at life than Foggy, what the hell did Foggy have left?

He pulled out the cream cheese and ate two bagels for breakfast, but he did so under protest.

That day, on the way home, he stopped at the grocery store to buy a whole chicken. He knew he had potatoes, carrots and celery, thanks to Frank. He felt a need to cook a home-made meal, he hadn’t had one since the last time he visited his parents and he wasn’t sure if he had ever used the stove in his new apartment.

He was whistling when he came through his front door, greeting Max who met him tail wagging. The apartment had that empty feeling so he knew Frank wasn’t in. Didn’t matter. He’d just save left overs for him if he didn’t show up tonight.

“Just a sec, boy, let me get this started.”

He made a detour to the living room to put on some music before heading into the kitchen. He sang along with Taylor Swift as he pulled the vegetables out of the crisper, giving them a quick rinse before chopping them up.

Apparently it was like riding a bike, he mused, as he seasoned the chicken and put it in the pan. It was mostly potatoes he surrounded it with, along with some carrots and celery. Max was in the kitchen with him, intensely curious about what he was doing.

“I’m a potato man, Max,” he told him, tossing him a piece of carrot. “The carrots and celery are to add something we call color.”

It wasn’t until he opened the oven that he hit a snag.

“Well, shit.”

He had forgotten to preheat it. He shrugged, tossed the pan in anyway and then turned it on.

“It’ll be fine.”

Max just cocked his head and scratched at the floor and Foggy laughed.

“Okay, fine. Let’s go for our walk.”

Outside, Max immediately put his nose to the ground, huffing along to his doggy heart’s content. They wandered for about half an hour, in no rush to go home since the chicken wouldn’t be done for a while yet. Max was more than happy to follow Foggy’s meandering lead after taking care of business, poking his nose at whatever they happened to come across.

Foggy stopped by the deli and bought some French bread, the woman behind the counter giving Max a piece of ham on the house. Foggy saluted her, tucking the bread under his arm as he exited the shop.

“You’re spoiled,” Foggy told Max fondly as they made their way back home.

They had just reached the door to his building when Frank came jogging up to them. He had his dumb baseball cap on which Foggy still didn’t understand. Frank put on a baseball cap and suddenly nobody in New York was capable of recognizing him.

“Hey,” Frank greeted him as Foggy held open the door, taking the bread Foggy was attempting to juggle. “You just coming in from work? You got to go in today?”

The last was said to Max as Frank reached down to give him a good ear scratch.

“No, I’m taking him in tomorrow. I came home and took him out.”

They entered the elevator, Foggy chatting about his day while Frank made various grunts and inquisitive noises that meant he was trying to be polite enough to pretend to listen. Foggy didn’t mind, his daily life was boring, who wanted to hear about what a lawyer did all day? Foggy just liked to talk.

As soon as Foggy unlocked his front door and ushered Frank in, Frank started sniffing the air before turning to look at Foggy in surprise.

“You cooking something, hot shot?”

Foggy grinned at him, bouncing a little on his heels.

“Guess you’ll have to see, huh?”

Frank squinted at him and then took off for the kitchen while Foggy was unclipping Max out of his harness.

“Impatient!” he called after Frank’s retreated back, Max taking his inattention as a chance to lick his chin.

When he reached the kitchen, Frank had opened the oven and was peering in. Foggy shoved him over to peer inside himself.

“Almost there,” he decided, eyeing the chicken carefully. He shut the oven and turned to find Frank smiling at him.

“You sure about that? Or are you going to give us food poisoning right out of the gate?”

“Hardy-har-har, get the cutting board out will you? We can make a salad.”

That occupied their time while the chicken cooked the rest of the way, Frank washing the lettuce and tearing it up as Foggy sliced tomatoes and onions. Foggy then handed them off to Frank.

“Think you can manage the rest?” Foggy asked and Frank flipped him off, popping a piece of tomato in his mouth as Foggy snorted. While Frank assembled their salad, Foggy went over the cabinet and began pulling down dinner plates.

Frank started laughing.

“You’re breaking out actual dishware for this.”

Foggy sniffed, putting the plates onto the counter before rummaging for the silverware.

“I’ll have you know this is a culinary masterpiece. Now, if you’ve managed to finish the salad, slice up some of the bread.”

Grabbing his potholders, Foggy pulled out the chicken, setting it on top of the stove. The skin was golden brown and perfect and Foggy felt his mouth water. He turned to Frank.

“Are we supposed to let the meat breathe or something?”

Frank just handed him a knife and fork.

“It’s already dead, it ain’t breathing. Just cut it up, will you? I’m starving.”

While Foggy carved up the chicken, Frank cracked open two beers, disappearing into the living room to put them on the table. He came back, snatched up his plate and bullied Foggy into serving him first.

“Keep this up and I’ll give you nothing but celery.”

Frank snorted.

“And miss out on the chance to impress me with your culinary skills?”

Foggy made a show of rolling his eyes, but loaded up Frank’s plate and then his own. They carried their plates to the living room, taking their seats on the couch.

Foggy frowned.

“Maybe I should have bought a dining table after all.”

“I had wondered about that.”

Foggy chewed thoughtfully on a piece of chicken.

“It seemed a waste, I always just watch tv when I eat,” he said gesturing to the blank screen. Frank grinned at him and Foggy could tell an insult was coming his way.

“Probably for the best, who knows what kind of ugly table you would have ended up with.”

“I’d like to see you pick out furniture, see how you’d decorate a house,” Foggy retorted and he was looking right at Frank as he said it. Saw Frank’s smile fade, how his face turned older like he had aged a million years in seconds. The air itself felt heavier, hushing itself for the grief radiating from Frank.

“I never did,” Frank said, voice rough and raw. “Maria chose everything. She had a better eye for that sort of thing.”

Shit.

This was probably the first home-cooked meal Frank had had since their deaths.

It hurt. It hurt to see Frank’s pain, to know there was nothing he could say or do to make that pain better. Foggy didn’t like to think about Frank’s family, didn’t like to think of the reasons Frank had to take up the gun but it had always been there. Waiting.

This was the first time Frank had made any sort of reference to their deaths at all and Foggy had no words, knew nothing anybody could say could make the pain any less.

On impulse, Foggy reached out and squeezed Frank’s hand.

Frank tangled their fingers and squeezed back.

*

He kept his phone out, where he could see it. Even when it didn’t beep he’d check it occasionally just to see if he had a missed message. Sometimes he did, but it was from Marci or his mother.

It was never from Matt.

It had been over a week since he had talked to Karen; if Matt was going to call, he would have done it by now.

Foggy was slowly realizing that he was okay with that.

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