New Fic: Singular Talent
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jackwabbitSingular Talent
Fandom: Daredevil (Netflix)
Rated: G
Category: Vignette. Gen. Foggy and Matt. Angst and Friendship.
Time Frame: Any time after Foggy knows Matt’s secret and they’re also getting along and being lawyers.
Spoilers: None/general series knowledge only.
Summary: Matt could do most anything. But no one can do everything, and there are a few things Foggy keeps only for himself. He thought this was one of them – but he was wrong. Or maybe not…
Word Count: 507
Series: Follow-up Fic to “Guilty Pleasure,” but can stand alone.
Disclaimer: Everything Marvel belongs to the Man. (Not the Mouse.) Excelsior!
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Foggy Nelson breathed out a ragged breath, causing a white cloud to form in front of his face as he flopped down onto the bench and pulled off his skates.
He wasn’t ready to head to the office today. He wanted a little more time on the ice. But he and Matt had a big case coming up, and he’d promised to help go through some research, even though it was Saturday afternoon. So he reluctantly packed up his stuff.
When he reached the office an hour later, Matt was already at his desk. He looked up and smiled as Foggy came in.
“Good skate?” he asked.
Foggy snorted and shook his head ruefully at the question.
“You always knew, didn’t you?” he asked.
Matt nodded. “I did.”
“What was it?”
“The smell. The attitude. The… I don’t know. Just… all of it,” answered Matt, shrugging.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
Matt shrugged again. “You enjoyed it. And you needed it. Something without me.”
“Matt, I…”
“No, I get it,” Matt interrupted, holding up a hand to stop any further protest. “I do. And I never wanted to impose.”
“Oh, right,” said Foggy, voice sarcastic. “I forgot. Cause I bet it’s nothing for you. You can probably do it in your sleep. On one leg.”
Foggy was just getting going, his voice teasing but with a hard edge, when Matt interrupted again, his own voice all business.
“No, actually.”
Foggy gaped at him. “No?”
Matt shook his head. “No.”
“You’re serious.”
“Dead serious.”
“You mean to tell me the big bad devil of Hell’s Kitchen can’t skate?”
Matt shook his head again. “Nope.”
“Why not?” Foggy asked, flabbergasted.
“What do you mean ‘why not’?”
“Matt,” said Foggy. “You grew up in New York. I thought everyone here could skate.”
Matt shrugged. “Just never learned. You know… before.”
Foggy had the grace to look chagrined, but he plowed on.
“And now?”
Matt shrugged. “Not exactly something people expect to see. Besides, it’s…”
Matt trailed off, and Foggy looked puzzled.
“It’s what? I mean, I get that a blind man skating might attract some attention, but that’s not it, is it?”
Matt shook his head subtly.
“So what is it?” asked Foggy.
Matt moved his mouth as if to speak, but it took him a minute to get the words out. As he did, he gestured toward his head; toward his ear.
“The sound. It’s… rough.”
Foggy nodded. “That… that makes sense, actually.”
“Yeah,” said Matt, reaching toward a folder on his desk. “Now, ready to get this done?”
Foggy clapped his hands, taking the hint. “Let’s do it!”
Matt slid a folder across to Foggy and they dove into legal mumbo-jumbo for the next three hours.
They never talked about skating again.
Not even on those nights when words got too heated or too many drinks were drunk or Matt did something incredibly stupid yet again in the middle of the night - not even then, when Foggy angrily tore up a rink while Matt listened from afar.
Fandom: Daredevil (Netflix)
Rated: G
Category: Vignette. Gen. Foggy and Matt. Angst and Friendship.
Time Frame: Any time after Foggy knows Matt’s secret and they’re also getting along and being lawyers.
Spoilers: None/general series knowledge only.
Summary: Matt could do most anything. But no one can do everything, and there are a few things Foggy keeps only for himself. He thought this was one of them – but he was wrong. Or maybe not…
Word Count: 507
Series: Follow-up Fic to “Guilty Pleasure,” but can stand alone.
Disclaimer: Everything Marvel belongs to the Man. (Not the Mouse.) Excelsior!
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Foggy Nelson breathed out a ragged breath, causing a white cloud to form in front of his face as he flopped down onto the bench and pulled off his skates.
He wasn’t ready to head to the office today. He wanted a little more time on the ice. But he and Matt had a big case coming up, and he’d promised to help go through some research, even though it was Saturday afternoon. So he reluctantly packed up his stuff.
When he reached the office an hour later, Matt was already at his desk. He looked up and smiled as Foggy came in.
“Good skate?” he asked.
Foggy snorted and shook his head ruefully at the question.
“You always knew, didn’t you?” he asked.
Matt nodded. “I did.”
“What was it?”
“The smell. The attitude. The… I don’t know. Just… all of it,” answered Matt, shrugging.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
Matt shrugged again. “You enjoyed it. And you needed it. Something without me.”
“Matt, I…”
“No, I get it,” Matt interrupted, holding up a hand to stop any further protest. “I do. And I never wanted to impose.”
“Oh, right,” said Foggy, voice sarcastic. “I forgot. Cause I bet it’s nothing for you. You can probably do it in your sleep. On one leg.”
Foggy was just getting going, his voice teasing but with a hard edge, when Matt interrupted again, his own voice all business.
“No, actually.”
Foggy gaped at him. “No?”
Matt shook his head. “No.”
“You’re serious.”
“Dead serious.”
“You mean to tell me the big bad devil of Hell’s Kitchen can’t skate?”
Matt shook his head again. “Nope.”
“Why not?” Foggy asked, flabbergasted.
“What do you mean ‘why not’?”
“Matt,” said Foggy. “You grew up in New York. I thought everyone here could skate.”
Matt shrugged. “Just never learned. You know… before.”
Foggy had the grace to look chagrined, but he plowed on.
“And now?”
Matt shrugged. “Not exactly something people expect to see. Besides, it’s…”
Matt trailed off, and Foggy looked puzzled.
“It’s what? I mean, I get that a blind man skating might attract some attention, but that’s not it, is it?”
Matt shook his head subtly.
“So what is it?” asked Foggy.
Matt moved his mouth as if to speak, but it took him a minute to get the words out. As he did, he gestured toward his head; toward his ear.
“The sound. It’s… rough.”
Foggy nodded. “That… that makes sense, actually.”
“Yeah,” said Matt, reaching toward a folder on his desk. “Now, ready to get this done?”
Foggy clapped his hands, taking the hint. “Let’s do it!”
Matt slid a folder across to Foggy and they dove into legal mumbo-jumbo for the next three hours.
They never talked about skating again.
Not even on those nights when words got too heated or too many drinks were drunk or Matt did something incredibly stupid yet again in the middle of the night - not even then, when Foggy angrily tore up a rink while Matt listened from afar.
