"Can I ask a personal question?" Karen began, buttoning her shirt.

Matt, who had already walked over to the counter, took a coffee mug, began filling it with coffee, and replied, "I haven't always been blind."

Karen felt slightly embarrassed, for her cheeks began to show color.

"I guess that's what everyone wants to know," Karen said.

As Matt traversed with ease while holding both coffee mugs, he said, "That or, 'How do you comb your hair?'"

"How do you comb your hair?" Karen asked.

"Honestly, you just- You hope for the best," Matt answered, smirking and holding a mug out to her.

"Thank you," Karen said, taking the mug.

"You wanna sit?" Matt offered.

Karen was just about to nod, but thought better of it and sat down on the sofa, with Matt sitting next to her.

"How did it happen?" she asked.

"Car accident," he answered, taking a sip, "When I was nine."

"Must've been rough," Karen said.

"No, I made it through," Matt reassured her.

Karen paused, not knowing where she should take this next, and then asked, "Do you remember what it was like... to... to see?"

"I, um..." Matt stuttered for a moment, finding his thoughts, "Yes, I remember."

"I can't- I can't imagine what that must be like," Karen sighed, taking a sip.

Matt gave off a very low chuckle, and then he decided he was just going to open up to her. Maybe it was because she might tell him something about Union Allied, maybe it was because it was something very important to him, or something. Any way, he removed his glasses, set down his mug, cleared his throat, and began to speak.


"And here we are," Foggy said, opening the door to the law firm, "Nelson & Murdock: Attorneys at Law."

"Wow," Daisy complimented, looking around the firm. Though it was pretty barren, she still found admiration that Matt was able to make a reputation for himself after all. Now, he could live his life doing what he loved: helping people with their problems. It was a trait he had had since childhood, and Daisy couldn't be happier for him.

Though, there was a fear that Daisy had that she couldn't shake. It was the fear that Matt wouldn't even remember her after all this time. Seemed likely, supported by the fact that he was blind and couldn't possibly use memory of sight. Then, there was also another fear, and that was that he would remember her. If he did remember, was he over it by now? It'd certainly been long enough; he'd probably let it go at this point. But what if he didn't? How would she deal with that?

Her thoughts were interrupted when Foggy said, "I know. Pretty spiffy, right?"

"Uh, well-" Daisy began.

"That was a rhetorical question, sorry," Foggy interrupted, "We're too busy trying to keep the lights on that we haven't invested in décor, and since my partner has no use for either of those utilities, I'm kinda stuck in the mud here."

"It's a fine establishment you have here, Mr. Nelson. I don't mind at all," Daisy said.

"I already told you, call me Foggy," Foggy reminded, "I only use that name either in the courtroom or with people I don't like."

"Okay then, Foggy," Daisy said, and then she asked, "Is there a story behind that name?"

"Well, my real name is Franklin, but- you know what? This story actually sounds better coming from my partner. Ask him when he gets here," Foggy suggested, "Is there a story behind 'Daisy?'"

"Oh, you have no idea," Daisy said, the pure irony of the question nearly making her laugh.

"Wanna talk about it?" Foggy asked.

"Not really," Daisy replied.

"So," Foggy began, sitting on the reception desk and twiddling his thumbs, "what was it that you said you needed help with?"

"Oh," Daisy said, caught off guard, "well, I, um..."

Whatever excuse Daisy was going to think up at that moment was brushed aside when the door behind her opened and closed again. She turned around, and the first thing she noticed was the man's simple, grey suit and plain-black tie. She next noticed the walking stick that was being held in his hands, with the red color adorning the bottom. Her eyes then went upward to the man's face, where she saw his scruffy stubble, slightly unkempt hair, simplistic face, and a bruise on the left side of his face that seemed like it was recent. Most striking, however, was the sight of his blood-red glasses that hid his unseeing eyes.

"Sorry I'm late, Foggy. I was just having some... difficulty getting up this morning. Who's this?"


"You know, I'm supposed to say I don't miss it..."


Daisy was at a loss for words. Part of her couldn't breathe, another part of her wanted to scream (whether it was from joy or shock she did not know), and another part was trying its damndest to make sure her heartbeat stayed in check before the whole block started shaking. Either way, she couldn't believe that he was here, standing in front of her, at this very moment in time.


"That's what they teach you in trauma recovery..."


He was here, in the flesh. Daisy didn't know what to do or what to say. It all just came in at once.

"It's fine, buddy. I think we may have another potential client on our hands today," Foggy said, "Ms. Johnson, I'd like you to meet-"

"Matt?"

Daisy just blurted it out without even thinking.


"Define yourself by what you have..."


"Um," Matt began, "do I know you?"

Daisy tried to get the words out, but she found out that she couldn't say anything. Her mouth was dry and tasted like sandpaper.

"Matt, is that you?" she finally managed to say.

"Um, yes?" Matt answered matter-of-factly, "Who are you?"

He doesn't remember?

"It's- it's me. Remember my voice?" Daisy asked.

"Nothing's coming to mind," Matt answered honestly, listening as her pulse increased every second and she started to shake slightly, "What's your name?"

Daisy then tried to find a way to let him find out without her explicitly telling him, so she said something that only he would know.

"Remember Thurgood Marshall? We must dissent from the indifference. We must dissent from the apathy. We must dissent from the fear."

Matt's throat became dry, and the grip on his cane became tighter. How did this woman know about that? The only people he ever talked about that with were Foggy and...

Could it be?


"Value your differences, make no apologies for what you lack..."


Matt slowly walked forward, outstretching his arm towards the woman. Daisy knew what he was trying to do, so she grabbed hold of his arm and brought it to her face. Then, slowly, he traced his fingers around every discernable feature they could find.


"And it's all true, for the most part..."


When he was finished, Matt's fingers went back along his side, and he stood, mouth agape, for a few minutes in awkward silence. Even though he couldn't see, he knew exactly who was standing in front of him, as well as the fact that he knew she was staring back at him.


"But it doesn't change the fact that..."


Matt gulped, stepped closer to her, and let his cane drop to the floor. Daisy came closer as well, placing her own hand on the unharmed side of his face. Matt shuddered, and then asked the question that he wasn't sure he was supposed to ask.

"Skye?"

"It's me, Matt. It's me," she answered, tears welling up in her eyes.

Matt tasted the familiar salt in the air, and his eyes became full of tears as well.

"I- I missed you," Matt quivered.

"I know, I did too," Daisy trembled, "but I'm here now. I'm here."

The two embraced for seconds, or was it minutes? Hours? Neither were certain. It felt like an eternity to both, and neither of them wanted to let go of the other. They had found each other at last.


"I'd give anything to see the sky one more time."


Foggy stands idly by, not having any clue as to what's going on.


R/R please! It really helps! -Spent