Foggy released a heavy sigh as he flopped onto his bed, large suitcase stuffed to the point of explosion sitting at his feet. 'There." He called exhaustedly to his roommate. "Told ya I'd fit everything in just the one bag."

Matt chuckled softly from his bed, "And do you mind explaining why you must fit everything in just one bag?"

"Because I'm taking the bus home, and there was no way in hell I was gonna cram more than one bag on that bus. What about you?" Foggy glanced at Matt's suitcase. It had been opened but left otherwise untouched.

"I don't need to be packed for a while. And it's not like I own all that much stuff anyway, it won't take me long to pack."

"Huh." Foggy responded with a small nod. "Now that's the way to go. Me, I've got too much crap."

"Yeah you do. And it somehow always manages to migrate to my side of the room."

Foggy gave an incredulous laugh but didn't really try to deny it, he knew it was true. "Yeah. I'll work on that. It'll be my New Year's resolution!"

"I wish you the best of luck but I will not hold out too much faith."

"Ouch Murdock, that one hurt."

Matt leveled an amused blind gaze in Foggy's direction, his eyes hovering just above Foggy's lips. "Foggy, you and I both know that you would last about a week before you'd give up."

Foggy paused a moment, contemplating, then nodded his head. "Yeah I would."

"Thank you for admitting it to yourself. Shouldn't you be heading out? What time does your bus leave?"

"Forty-five minutes." Foggy glanced out the window, sighing in dismay. "I'm just prolonging the inevitable."

"It's really snowing hard, isn't it?"

"Yeah it is! There's a good bunch built up on the ground already and it's still falling in sheets! And they're the giant flakes that get in your ears and eyes and soak everything they touch in like, three seconds flat."

"I can tell you feel very passionately about this." Matt stated, holding back a grin.

"You bet I do! Snow is evil and I hate it."

"You were just saying the other day how much you love snow."

"Yeah well, that was two days ago. When it wasn't falling by the gallon full and soaking my shoes all the way through."

"That's because your shoes have holes in them."

"So not the point!"

"Foggy, if you don't leave soon, you'll miss your bus."

Foggy face-planted and groaned dramatically into his pillow. "I know." He whined, voice muffled by the fabric. "Okay, getting up- now!" In one fluid motion Foggy surged from his bed sheets to his feet, where he stood and stared at his duffel on the floor in dismay.

"Let's go. The sooner you leave, the sooner you'll get to the bus station where it's dry." Matt said with a laugh, standing and making his way across the room. He bent, hefted Foggy's ridiculous bag without so much as a grunt of effort, and plopped it onto his friend's expectantly waiting arm.

"Holy shit!" Foggy groaned as the weight of his duffel almost knocked him over. "So, I may regret my decision." He admitted with a grimace.

"I warned you not to."

"I know."

"And I also told you when you regretted your decision, I would rub it in your face without mercy."

"I know, and I deserve it. Alright, let's hear it Murdock. Do your worst."

"Franklin," Foggy grimaced at the use of his full name. "I absolutely, positively told you so. Now get out of here before you're late."

Foggy smiled and clapped Matt on the shoulder. "Merry Christmas, have a nice break, don't do anything I wouldn't do, and I'll see you in about a month!"

"Same goes to you, except, ya know, the seeing you part."

"Yeah, I've been meaning to ask about that. You see by feeling right? So, do you have like, a mental image of what I look like? Does your mental Foggy have abs, because let me tell you-"

"Goodbye Foggy." Matt said, exasperated, as he practically pushed his friend out the door, closing it with a loud clap of finality behind him.

Matt released a large sigh of relief, walking back over and collapsing on his bed. "Thought he'd never leave." He groaned to himself.

The campus had one dorm staying open for the few people that had absolutely no where they could go for the holiday. He'd eventually have to pack his stuff but not for a while.

Matt stretched lazily and allowed his mind to wander, his body drifting atop a mass of clouds. He didn't like lying to Foggy, or cleverly avoiding his questions, but there wasn't much else he could do. It wasn't as if he was going to tell Foggy what was going on, that was out of the question. No. He was just going to have to deal with his problems on his own, like he had for most of his life.

It had been about an hour and a half since Foggy had left. Matt figured he should probably get up and actually accomplish something, but he really didn't feel like it. His bed was warm and comfortable, and he was finally getting to relax. But as fate would have it, his moment of peace didn't last long.

The jiggling of a key in the door handle had Matt's heart beating through his chest. He sat up in a flash but didn't have time to move from his position on the bed.

He could tell it was Foggy standing in the doorway, could imagine his friend's look of confusion as he took in the sight before him: Matt sitting erect on his bed, unpacked duffel still lying on the floor.

"Hey." Foggy broke the silence first.

"Hey." Matt echoed, his body deflating as he curled back into his bed a little more. "What happened to the bus?"

"Everything's delayed cause of snowfall." Foggy replied, closing the door and crossing to his own bed. As he walked, Matt noted the distinct lack of a bag.

"And your luggage?"

"I left it at the station, it's not as if anyone is going to steal it. Even if they tried, they'd drag it a foot and give up on account of its ridiculous weight."

Matt huffed out a small laugh but the room was once again filled with an awkward silence.

"So," Foggy began, but didn't show any signs of continuing his thought.

Matt waited in silence, dreading with each passing moment the questions Foggy would ask. But as the silence stretched on, Matt found the waiting was worse than the fear of talking. Like slowly peeling off a band aid instead of simply ripping it off. "I'm not going anywhere for the holiday if that's what you're wondering."

Then the floodgates were opened.

"Why not?" Foggy questioned, with such naïve innocence it made Matt laugh.

"Orphan remember? There really isn't anywhere for me to go."

"No close family friend, or old neighbor?"

Matt just shook his head, eyes downcast. Even though he obviously couldn't see his friend, he couldn't bring himself to even pretend to see him.

"Wait did you- did you spend Thanksgiving here?'"

"Yeah."

"All alone?"

"Yeah." Matt answered slowly, slightly confused as to where the conversation was going.

"God I am an ass!" Foggy exclaimed suddenly.

Matt jumped slightly at the unexpected outburst, but recovered and was quick to defend. "Foggy, no you're not."

"No really, this one takes the cake. I was so wrapped up in my own plans that I didn't even bother to ask my orphaned best friend where he was spending the holiday! Wow, just wow. Congratulations Mr. Nelson, you've officially won the crappiest best friend award!"

"Foggy come on," Matt said with a strained laugh. "Don't you think you're being just a bit hard on yourself?"

"Absolutely not. I mean it Matt, this is a new low for me. I didn't even ask!"

"To be fair, I never really gave you a chance to ask."

Foggy paused for a moment, then heaved a huge sigh of relief. "So it's your fault. I am completely off the hook."

"I mean, I'd say we share the blame."

"But you share more of it, 80-20."

"No, 60-40 at best."

"No way! 70-30 minimum!"

The atmosphere in the room became significantly lighter as laughter echoed around the small space, but Foggy quickly sobered. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"What? That I had nowhere to go?" Matt shrugged. "It never really came up. Plus it's my problem to worry about, and it's not like you could've done anything. I mean, what was I supposed to say? 'Hey Foggy, I don't know if you know this, but I am an orphan and as such I don't have anywhere to go for the holiday.' And then what? You would've said-"

"Come home with me." Foggy interrupted.

"Exactly! And then I would say that I couldn't impose on your family time."

"No, Matt, come home with me. Right now, for winter break."

Matt paused and blinked, eyebrows knitted in confusion. "You're completely missing the point of our hypothetical conversation."

"Matt, I am serious! Come spend Christmas with my family."

"Foggy I can't. I can't just show up the day break begins with no warning, that's rude."

"My man, do you know me? Manners are not really a big deal where I come from."

"I can't impose on your family time Foggy I just, I can't."

"Okay fine." Foggy said with a shrug. "Don't do it for yourself. Do it to save my life."

"Save your life?" Matt questioned disbelievingly.

"Yes. Do you have any idea what my mother would do to me if she found out I left my blind orphan friend alone for the holiday?"

"No, but from the way you're talking it would be something violent."

Foggy nodded emphatically, "Yes, it would be violent. I'm telling you, she'd probably impale me. No joke. Most likely with some blunt, unsanitary utensil she found in our shed or something. It would not be pretty."

Matt couldn't help the snicker that escaped his lips.

"You laugh now but you haven't met the woman!"

"Alright!" Matt relented with a sigh, "I consent. I will accompany you home for the holiday, if only to save you from impalement."

"You sir, are a fine gentleman." Foggy said, standing. "Now let's get your crap packed! Hopefully the busses with be running soon!"

A/N: Hello all! So I hope you enjoyed part one, part two will hopefully be posted shortly but I have actual real people things to do tomorrow (like *gasp* laundry!) so I make no guarantees.

Now I know that colleges don't have a dorm that stays open over break, at least, I don't think they do. Either way, obviously for the purposes of my story, they do!

Also, the point was brought up in a review that law school is grad school, and I don't know if I said law school somewhere or if Columbia is their graduate school, but here's the thing, my sister and I talked about this quite extensively (and when I say extensively, I mean, for like forty minutes over the phone) and we concluded that when you first see Matt and Foggy in the flashback they are attending their first year of undergraduate schooling, because there is no way Foggy would be taking an intro level Punjabi course in graduate school. Correct me if I'm wrong here! Now me, as a non-comic fan, know only what the internet and the tv have told me. So when I looked up information on them and saw that they went to college at Columbia I just assumed that was where they were in Nelson v. Murdock. They could potentially go to both undergrad and grad school at Columbia, so there is that, but for the purposes of these fics, I was basing them off the timeline of when we first met them in college. Pre Landman and Zach. I also know they transferred to Harvard at some point. Basically what I am saying here is my knowledge is pretty limited! And if there is anyone out there who knows a bit more and is willing to share, pm me! I'd love to actually know what I'm talking about, it doesn't happen too often.

Anywho, hopefully that cleared up a few things! Part two will be along shortly, I hope you enjoyed part one! And with that I bid thee adieu, because it is too flipping late, or early depending how you look at, and I should really be sleeping…