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Summary: Matt is going to get his ass kicked. Foggy puts together an overnight bag for when – not if – that happens. A series of hurt/comfort fics. Prompts welcome!

Author's Notes: …so I had the idea for several one shots, but they all ended up being tied together by a common thread – my heartbreak at Foggy walking out of Matt's apartment at the end of "Nelson vs. Murdock". Much as I think Foggy was justified, I just like it better when the best damn avocadoes at law are together. The result was tying these fics together by a common thread and posting them all in one spot.

I'm also spending a lot of time in my own head lately. Citizens of Cyberland, help me! I'm looking for suggestions, prompts, and challenges. Let me know what you would like to read.

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Just in Case

Okay, so much as Foggy trusts Matt, he also trusts that Matt is going to get his ass kicked. In fact, he probably trusts Matt's ability to get his ass kicked more, because while Matt might have been able to lie throughout his friendship with Foggy, Matt's body doesn't lie. Matt's body speaks every ass kicking with an honesty that Foggy feels a little sick just thinking about.

And he just gets sicker when he thinks about all the times he brushed off Matt's more serious injuries as clumsy accidents instead of attempts at Best-Friend-icide by the criminal element in Hell's Kitchen, or worse, when he used the fallout from Matt's fight with a ninja and a criminal kingpin to launch a debate about being a good friend.

(Although to be fair, Matt deserved that. Maybe just not right after waking up from almost dying.)

So the next time Foggy gets the call late at night/early in the morning on the burner cell Matt gave him "just in case" – "…you get your ass kicked," Foggy had added, which earned a laugh from Matt because that was precisely the case for which the cell phone was assigned – Foggy isn't surprised. Foggy isn't even unnerved.

Foggy is prepared.

He scoops up some clothes from his floordrobe and grabs the duffel he made up for exactly a night like this, the duffel he assembled for another long vigil at his friend's house. No beer or regret or betrayal here: no, Foggy carries only the essentials. He has an extra blanket, a change of clothes, a toothbrush. He picked up a few groceries, quintessential recovery items like water, ginger ale, juice, and soup. There's a small first aid kit with clean bandages, tape, steri-strips, saline, decongestants, and he even scored some sort-of, not-really, almost-but-not-quite legal painkillers from his pharmacy tech cousin in case Matt decides it's way cooler to not be in pain for a couple hours than be Matt Murdock.

He's got other stuff too: papers, his computer, a few movies (for which Foggy has described video covered, because he's way better than the industry types at narrating the action), and some other stuff he threw in "just in case" – "…I need to stop you from doing anything crazy while you recover," he'll tell Matt.

Then he hops in a cab and ends up at Matt's door.

TBC.

Happy reading!