It was late Saturday afternoon; Matt was busy studying for a psychology test. Foggy should have been studying for the same test but was instead spending his time playing some game on his computer.

He'd talk periodically, and Matt would half listen, inserting the proper responses whenever needed, but their dorm remained otherwise silent save the click of keys and the gentle slide of fingers against braille.

"Hey, are you dressing up for Halloween?" Foggy asked suddenly. The afore-mentioned holiday was less than two weeks away; Foggy knew he wanted to dress up but he didn't have any idea as to what he should be.

"Um," Matt began, taking a moment to finish reading the sentence he was on then placing his book gently in his lap. "Actually yeah. What about you?"

Foggy shrugged, "I don't really know who I should be. Who are you going as?"

"Sherlock Holmes." Matt said with a small grin that only widened when Foggy expressed his enthusiastic opinion.

"What? No way! That is so cool! Hey, can I be your Watson?"

"I don't see why not." Matt replied with a shrug.

"Sweet, this is gonna be awesome. What made you decide to go as Holmes, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Not at all." Matt sat up a little straighter in his bed, careful not to dump any books onto the floor. "I'd been thinking about it for a while. I knew I wanted to dress up but I wasn't sure who I wanted to be. And I've always been a fan of the Holmes mysteries."

"Somehow, that doesn't surprise me." Foggy mumbled to himself, completely aware that Matt could hear him.

"So that's about it. I came up with the idea and decided to stick with it. I mean, I know it's a little ridiculous because, well, there's absolutely no way I could actually pull off Sherlock Holmes."

"Why not?"

Matt faltered, then laughed in questioning disbelief. "Because Sherlock solved crimes through deduction. Something that almost exclusively requires eyesight."

"Yeah, but you've got some mad skills of your own. Like how you always know if a girl is attractive or not."

Matt shook his head with a grin, "That's just luck Foggy."

"And what, you don't think Mr. Holmes was never the beneficiary of some good luck?" Foggy countered. "What about the time he survived an impromptu cliff dive?"

"Mr. Nelson, you surprise me. I didn't know you'd read any Conan Doyle."

"Well you don't know all there is to know about me yet. Plus," Foggy paused, then mumbled the rest of his sentence out sheepishly. "It was for a high school English assignment."

"Ah." Matt nodded. "That explains it."

"Hey, I do not appreciate the judgmental tone there. Just because you read fricking Doyle and Thurgood Marshall for fun."

"Well if you read anything for fun we might have something to talk about."

"Ouch, I felt the heat off that one."

Matt and Foggy paused a moment as they both laughed softly.

"So do you have your costume yet?" Foggy questioned.

"Yeah, I got it a while ago. Sorry."

"No it's okay. You can still come with me when I get mine."

"And what? Tell you how it looks?" Matt's chuckle died in his throat as he realized Foggy was completely serious.

"Exactly!" Foggy beamed, going back to his game.

"Uh, I'm noticing a slight flaw in your plan there."

"Nah, it'll be great! Trust me."

~DD~

As it turned out, slapping a costume together with less than two weeks until Halloween was not all that difficult. All the thrift shops near campus were full of stuff for the holiday, and sooner than either of them had dreamed, Foggy had constructed a Watson costume that closely resembled the style of Matt's costume.

"Dude, this is gonna be so epic." Foggy grinned as they headed back to the dorm, plastic bags rustling as they bumped against his leg.

"If you say so." Matt chortled.

Foggy turned to his friend, affronted. "Are you not excited? I'm so excited. Why aren't you excited?"

"Foggy, I am excited. I was just giving you a hard time. Now hurry up, I have that psych exam to study for."

"Dude, you've been studying that for ages." Foggy called to Matt's retreating form.

"That's because it's gonna be kinda hard." Matt called in reply, not even bothering to turn around or slow his gait. "You should really be studying too."

Foggy's eyes widened and his face went pale. "Aw shit." He groaned, taking off after Matt with a new objective for the afternoon.

~DD~

The exam hadn't been all that bad. At least, that was what Foggy told himself. Hopefully he'd been able to skirt past with a C or something. Any grade he received higher than an F was entirely thanks to Matt, who'd helped him quiz and study so he felt just a smidge more prepared.

But none of that mattered at the moment. Sure, his professors were evil and they had all assigned massive amounts of homework to do over the weekend, but he didn't really care. Nor did he have any intention of actually completing said homework.

It was finally Halloween, October 31st, All Hallows' Eve, and Foggy was absolutely pumped.

He had excitedly donned his costume first thing in the morning, then subsequently badgered Matt until he'd relented and put his costume on as well.

Finally though, the sun began to set, and the monsters crept out of the cracks and crevices to wander the streets freely.

Matt and Foggy didn't really have an exact plan for the evening; there were plenty of parties going on and while Foggy had no aversion to alcohol, he knew Matt wasn't a fan of large, rambunctious crowds. So they tended to shy away from the louder groups and just aimlessly wandered the streets.

Matt, having forgone the came because it 'totally didn't match the costume' –Foggy's words, not his- clung to his friend's arm tightly. There were a lot of people out and he really didn't want to get swept away in a crowd. If Foggy minded, or even noticed the increased pressure on his arm, he didn't say anything.

"Alright, so there's a pretty good selection of costumes out here tonight. Oh, we've got a mermaid. She looks cold."

Matt cringed in sympathy. It may have been abnormally warm for the time of year, but he could still feel the wind biting at his skin through a jacket, he couldn't imagine being without it.

"Lumberjack. Scarecrow. Oh, crash-test dummy, that's kinda cool." Foggy paused, presumably as he looked around at more costumes, then his voice picked up again as he began to call out the costumes as they walked past. "Another mermaid. Another lumberjack. He's got a fake beard though, slacker."

"Maybe he didn't have time to grow a real one."

"Then he shouldn't have been a lumberjack. Halloween is a ruthless time of year my friend, and costume slackers shall be shown no mercy."

"You uh, feel pretty strongly about this, don't you?" Matt questioned with a chuckle.

"Oh yes. Why do you think I had to put together the perfect costume? In my family, Halloween is a sport, and you do not want to come in last place. Oh um, there are three people connected up ahead, and I am not really sure what to make of that."

"Wait, for real? They're connected?"

"Yep. And trust me, it looks as awkward as it sounds."

Matt laughed, picturing three people all attempting to waddle at the same pace.

"He's a, carrot?" Foggy's questioning voice drew Matt out of his daydream. "He was wearing a full orange onesie with a tuft of green on top so we're going with carrot."

"Why would you- why?" Matt asked, brow furrowed in obvious confusion.

"I mean, some people just use what they've got. You've gotta at least give them kudos for trying."

"Alright, whatever you say. What else is there?"

"Sexy Starbucks."

Matt paused a moment, unsure if he had misheard his friend or not. "Wait, what?"

"Don't even ask just, don't."

Matt laughed again, this time at Foggy's obvious discomfort. As the wind picked up however, he couldn't quite suppress a shiver.

"Hey, do you wanna head back?" Foggy asked immediately.

"Only if you want to, I'd hate to cut your evening short."

"No it's okay, there's only so many lumberjacks you can see before they all start blending together anyway."

The two friends quickly trekked back to their dorm, noses runny and lips numb by the time they arrived.

"I'm gonna make hot chocolate, want some?"

"Yes please." Matt responded eagerly, rubbing his fingers together to try and return feeling to them.

"Hey, at least there was no snow on the ground." Foggy called as he dumped the contents of two water bottles into separate glasses, then placed them both in the microwave.

"Ever the optimistic one." Matt mumbled with a smile.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, I was just agreeing with you." Matt said with a soft sigh, listening to the sounds of Foggy stirring chocolate powder into the water.

Foggy narrowed his eyes in suspicion but decided not to press the matter further, content to sit with his hot chocolate, the warm pressure of Matt's shoulder against his enough to put a smile on his face.

A/N: Oh my lanta. I am so sorry for how stupidly long it's been since I've updated. Seriously, I have only myself to blame, I am a lazy mofo! But yes, that was it, the long awaited Halloween chapter! Hopefully it didn't disappoint!

So, fun fact! I actually went as Daredevil for Halloween (the black ninja outfit, not the flashy red one) and I couldn't really see out of the mask –go figure- so I clung to my sister's arm and she described the costumes as we walked past. So basically all that dialogue with Foggy telling Matt the costumes, that was actually what my sissy told me. ALSO, not to brag or nothin' but as we're walking I hear someone behind me go: "It's Daredevil." *fist pump* Yep, someone recognized me, so it was a damn good costume. :D

Anyway, Happy belated EVERYTHING! Seriously, Halloween, Christmas, New Years, all that jazz! *and all that jazz* Hopefully 2016 has already been amazing for y'all and blessings as the year continues!

~Spring.