A/N: Drabble inspired when I asked myself what would have happened if Matt had fessed up to Foggy on those steps in that one flashback in "Nelson v Murdock". I have a few other drabbles in mind that follow along this line of thought (and they most likely won't be published in chronological order), including The Reveal itself. This is just an idea that wouldn't leave me alone until I released it into the wild (I may or may not be completely obsessed with the show), so try to resist from flaming the hell out of it, though I would still like some sort of feedback!
Warnings: A word or two, but nothing that would warrant the FCC shutting me down. Just Matt and Foggy being idiots.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters within this piece and I do not have enough money to buy out Marvel/Disney and I'm certainly not making a profit off this. I'm just borrowing Matt and Foggy for the time being and I'll put them back once I'm done. Maybe...I might want to keep Matt for a while...
Chapter 1
Foggy is mad at him for little over a day, which in Foggy-terms, is a life time. By the time the weekend is over, Foggy is acting as if nothing had happened, though Matt can feel his friend's curious eyes on him whenever they're out. Matt also notices small shifts in Foggy's habits: he no longer brings that heavily spiced curry into their room and whenever he has music or the TV on, the volume is lower than normal. Even his grooming habits have changed—he's tossed his scented toiletries and has switched over to lightly scented or scent free products. Matt appreciates the effort Foggy's put through, but insists it isn't necessary to make all those accommodations for him.
Foggy just waves his concern off. "Everybody needs someplace where they can retreat from the world… And besides, the ladies are really digging on my natural man scent…"
It takes one week after The Reveal for Foggy's curiosity to finally reveal itself, in the form of a legal pad with at least 2 pages of questions scribbled out. Questions like, "Can you tell the differences between colors?" or "What would happen if you got sprayed by a skunk?" or "Are there any other blind ninja dudes running around, and how many asses have you kicked?" or "What is sex like for you?"
The good little Catholic boy inside of Matt has the good grace to blush at that last question…
Two weeks after The Reveal found them hiding in a dumpster in Hell's Kitchen.
"Why did I let you talk me into this…?" Matt mutters as he pushes down on Foggy's head and pulls the lid down on top of them.
"Not my fault those guys are sore losers... And oh my god, I think I'm standing in something…"
Foggy's grand idea had involved making a few bets with some rough looking individuals in an equally rough looking bar in the Kitchen, insisting his blind friend could clear them out in poker…double or nothing. Of course, Matt ended up with a pile of money in front of him, but the Russians had NOT taken kindly to being taken to the cleaners by a pair of inebriated law students and had accused them of cheating. Matt had miraculously gotten them out of the bar in one piece once the brawl started and then the two of them hauled ass down the street, with a small mob of pissed off Russians on their tails. They had ducked into an alley, where Matt pushed Foggy towards the dumpsters. Foggy protested, and Matt assured him it was empty and told him to quit his bitching and get in. Foggy toppled in, ass over teakettle, as Matt lightly hurdled over the dumpster's rim.
Drunken voices yelling in Russian made the two future lawyers freeze, and even in the dark, Foggy could feel how Matt went absolutely still as he focused all his senses on their pursuers. The voices raced past their hiding spot and it wasn't until Matt released his breath that Foggy did as well.
They waited a few more minutes before they finally crawled out of the dumpster.
"Foggy…?"
The other man looked up from where he'd been examining the bottom of this shoe, "Yeah?"
"Let's not make a habit of this, ok?"
