Edited: 06/01/22

Blair used to like the night. That was before she was sleeping with vigilante and well on her way to catching feelings. Fuck that, she had already caught feelings — call her weak if you will.

But she was getting over it. As Matt liked to point out 'he was a big boy' and she had no reason to worry.

Blair sat on the sofa, her laptop on her lap with Cassie on the other side of it. "You can't move." The ballerina decided, looking at her computer screen with a particular look.

"I never said I was moving, I just said San Fran looked nice."

"No, Cassie, my sweet Cassie, you can't leave me in Hell's Kitchen."

Cassie laughed at her friend, shaking her head. "You're so scared to be alone." The woman noted, matching Blair's look. "You just need me to take the fall."

Blair scoffed, shaking her head. "I can end this call, bitch."

"So can I, freak."

"Whore."

"Dickhead."

"I'm to tired to think of anymore."

Cassie grinned, standing up, she brought her laptop where she put a line under her name. "So that's five to Blair and six to the superior one."

Blair rolled her eyes. She was about to reply before she heard loud knocking at Matt's door and nearly jumping out of her skin.

Cassie noted the little freak out, her eyebrows pinching together. "Blair, baby, you ok?"

"The devil has found me!"

"Listen, my girl, my angel, the worlds only blessing. We agreed to go to hell together, so shut the fuck and answer the door."

"I don't want to die." Blair said, eyes widened at the screen.

"Do you want me put on a man voice on and threaten them?"

"I can fight, we trained together."

"I'm better then you."

"Please." Blair argued, jumping again when the pounding started again along with shouts for Matt.

She turned her laptop down in volume, listening incase the knocking sounded more dangerous like she would need to hide — as if she's not already convinced this person was going to kill her.

Maybe Blair should tell them Matt was out? Then again what was she gonna say he was doing? But she also didn't want to alert the knocker to a random woman alone in the blind man's apartment.

"Ok he sounds concerned not threatening."

"I'm surprised you haven't been kidnapped yet."

Blair pulled her face. "Not to brag or anything but I was taken from where Claire and I live and beat in some fake taxi car park thingy."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Not going to lie to you, but I'm totally jealous. You're so lucky, I wanna be beaten by mysterious people."

"I was about to say same but then I remembered I was!"

"Is this why you're at that man, what's his name? M . . . Matt!"

"Maybe. And guess what?" Cassie looked at her, egging her to carry on. "People broke into my house, but this time I actually fought back."

"That's my girl! My bitch! I fucking love you. I know Stick's teaching would one day be useful, other then that stupid war."

"War that killed my mum, remember?"

"Sorry, I forgot you watched that. Sorry baby. Anyway, how's the knocking?"

"Still going." Blair shrugged.

The knocking was replaced with a loud crash. A crash that let her know that she was right to worry. Maybe Matt couldn't hold his own like he believed. Her head was practically abusing her ribs as she let out a quick bye and shut her laptop.

Poor Cassie was left in confusion but shrugged. Blair would call her if need be.

Blair pushed herself on to her feet, she moved on the balls of them, collecting the first aid kit and a knife. Dumping them on the sofa as footprints retreating followed some more shouting.

She filled a bowl of water and made her way to the stairs (ditching the water by the sofa) and watched. At the top stood a slightly out of it silhouette.

"If anyone who's in here is not supposed to be, I will mess you up. I'm not kidding." The voice was the man from outside. He ran down the stairs and Blair pointed her knife at him, stepping back. The two looked at each other challengingly. The man held his bat/pipe and Blair held her knife, both prepared to swim.

"Who are you?"

"Who the fuck are you?" Blair questioned, getting the man against the wall. Her knife to his throat. There was a dangerous look in his eyes.

The man swallowed. "Foggy."

"Yeah, put the fucking bat down."

"I'm a lawyer."

"Angel, I'm a nurse. I know how to make murder look like a natural occurrence. Better yet, I know how to hide a body, sweetheart."

Foggy looked at her. "You are a scary hot woman . . . Matt . . . you have something to do with him. Just his type." The man mumbled to himself.

"You know Matt?"

Foggy blinked at her. "Do I know my best friend?"

"Oh, im sleeping with you're best friend. Oh! You must be Foggy Nelson. I- everything I just said . . ."

"Forgotten. You must be Blair Scott."

"He speaks off me?" Blair asked, pulling her knife away and looking at the man with a smile. She stepped back to give Foggy space.

Foggy looked at her. "Speaks if you? He raves about you. Honestly, it's like you are the soul reason he lives sometimes. Did you put the stars in the sky or something?"

Blair placed a hand to heart. "Oh, what an angel."

A crash alerted to two. They looked over to the stairs to see a drowsy silhouette come towards them. He was clumsy in his journey.

Blair rushed over, catching Matt before he could fall to the floor. "Honey?" She whispered, clicking next to him. He didn't respond. "Mike, angel, honey? You know what . . . maybe one day you'll listen to me. Stupid boy." She grumbled angrily as he moved his head. "Oh you hear me now. House arrest. You hear me?"

There was a murmur — she didn't know if he was really in a place to understand her words. She supposed she'd have to let him off the hook until he came around — then she could tell him off all she wanted.

"Where's Matt? What'd you do to him?"

Blair pulled a face at Foggy as she guide Matt to the sofa. She barely got to it when he completely passed out on her — becoming deadweight on her injured body.

"Foggy, aren't lawyers supposed to be smart?" She snapped, lying the man down. "Hey, angel, don't actual become one, yeah?" She whispered softly, placing a kiss to the top of his head.

Blair grabbed the knife from the coffee table and began to cut the shirt. She was not manoeuvring his body when she did not have the full body strength.

She pulled his arms out of the long sleeve, the knife held in her mouth. Blair put her hand in the warm water, realising she had forgotten a cloth.

The named student rushed over to the kitchen — slipping her laptop from under his legs and ditched it in the kitchen. She came back to see Foggy taking the mask of his best friend.

She could see in the man's eyes that wasn't what he expected.

Blair looked at Foggy for a very short second before she pulled off Matt's hoodie she was wearing. It was light grey — blood wouldn't come out easily. She was surprised it didn't already have blood on it. It was left on the floor, leaving her in a black tank top and red shorts.

Why did he have to risk himself, why not someone she didn't know? Why not someone she didn't care for?

"Shit. Matt?" Foggy question as Blair kneeled on the floor. She placed the knife on the coffee table and started to clean the blood of his chest.

"Don't call the police. Don't call an ambulance. Trust me." She spoke, trying to sound calm. Blair had seen bad — bad being the first time they met — but this was worse. "They won't help him, they'll arrest him. I know how this shit works ok? I'm a training nurse, my dad is police officer — they want to arrest him."

"Who are you? How can you be ok with this?"

Blair looked at him. Really looked at him, there were tears in her eyes and pain in her face. "I'm Blair Scott, I'm a failure in life. But there is one thing I won't fail and that is his life, ok? Also Cassie's and Claire's and JJ's but that's not the point." Blair looked back at Matt, scrubbing around the wounds before opening the med kit.

She pulled on some gloves and got to work, doing what she did best. Fixing up a fallen soldier.

"Foggy, get me my phone. Password is nineteen ninety two. Find a contact called 'Claire Bear' and call it. Say Blair says help. She knows where I am."

Foggy watched her for a short second. Blair was some crazy hot psycho — he wasn't surprised. She was probably super dangerous too . . . exactly Matt's type.

"Now!" She snapped.

Blair could feel her heart freaking out. She was terrified. She watched her mum die, she couldn't watch Matt too.

Foggy came back with Claire on speaker phone.

"Blair, what the fuck?"

"Hey, Claire bear." She shouted back. "Wake the fuck up, and get your pretty little ass here."

"It's half twelve, Blair."

"Quarter to one actually." Blair grabbed the tub of water. She made her way to the kitchen and dumped it out, replacing it with fresh water.

She changed her gloves and came back. "I need you here, now please."

"Now?"

"Well in the next twenty minutes would be great, Matt is like kinda dying. And I don't handle death well, so come here or I join a drug cartel or something."

"Didn't you try a kill a mob boss last time?"

"No . . . kind off . . . I did kill one, but Stick found me and took over."

Blair ignored Foggy pacing and wittering to himself.

"On my way describe what I'm gonna be dealing with."

Blair described everything as she rubbed alcohol into the wounds to sterilise them. Every few seconds she'd place her wrist near his mouth and nose to check he was breathing perfectly fine. The last thing she wanted to do was CPR when she as freaked out.

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Claire arrived as quickly as she could and helped the ballerina in seconds of being there.

Foggy couldn't wrap his head around any of it. So instead of loitering, Blair made him sit down and have a drink at the table.

The two women were finished, bloody but finished. The two stood up, 'admiring' their work. Never again did either of them want to do this. Never again did they want be elbow deep in their friend's blood. It was painful and scary, it was horrific and gory. It was not Blair or Claire's ideal lifestyle — but it's what they signed up for.

Claire turned to Blair. The ballerina looked at the nurse, tears still in her eyes. "Come here." The older woman said. She held her arms out for her roommate. Blair swallowed back her tears, her jaw shaking slightly as she stepped over and hugged Claire. Claire hugged the woman, stepping back a bit with the younger woman in her arms. "He'll be ok." Claire rocked them slightly as she rubbed her friends back. "He's okay, Blair." She placed a kiss on Blair's head, feeling her top becoming slightly damp with tears. "I've got you."

Blair kept quiet, hugging Claire tighter. "I'm sorry I woke you, I panicked." The ballerina whispered, her voice shaking with her jaw and muffled we from Claire's top.

Claire held her tighter. "I'd rather you call me then be alone. You know that, right?" Blair didn't answer. "Blair, I promise he'll live. I will slap him when he does so, but I have to go, I have work in approximately two hours."

"I'll come home as soon as Fisk's men are locked away, or enough of them."

Claire nodded understandingly. She made her way to the door, picking up a hoodie on the way out and throwing it at Blair. Blair grinned and held it in her arms, hugging Matt's hoodie close.

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Blair and Foggy sat at the table. She was eating an apple cut into ridiculously small pieces and he was drinking a beer.

Blair sighed, putting down her phone. "Are you angry at him?" She asked, pulling her hair out of the low pony tail. She knew he was angry, pissed off even, with a sprinkle of worry. The med student wasn't stupid, well she was to a point. "Ok, scratch that, if it helps he didn't want anyone to know." She explained, softly. "He didn't ask for any of this, he just cares too much for this city and wants to protect his home from dicks like Fisk."

She got out of her chair, taking her empty glass and Foggy's empty bottle and took it to the kitchen. "Want another?" She asked.

Foggy nodded and Blair brought over a a now full glass of whiskey and a open bottle of beer for the man.

"Are you the one it didn't work out with?" Foggy asked, watching Blair with caution. "That's Blair, not another one, right? He didn't refer to you by name for ages."

"I guess, depends what you mean." Blair shrugged, looking over at Matt softly. "I liked him, still do, but I doubt it would off worked when we sort off tried." Blair sighed, turning back to Foggy, a disappointed look in her eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"We weren't together and when we considered trying or whatever it was, well it was too early for us. I had just been beaten up and had only known him for couple of weeks, he was dealing and drowning in his Christian guilt." Blair shrugged, downing a glass of whisky. Her eyes closed and her mind begged for her to just go to bed. Her head needed the rest to take in everything.

"I'm sorry."

"It's all good. We're something or another, I'm not sure what." Blair placed down her glass and crossed her legs. "You with anyone?" She asked. She might as well get along with her friend's friend — like she was before Matt fell down the stairs.