Edited: 30.05.24

Unsurprisingly, Blair and Foggy went to the bar. The promise of food turned into a few drinks and Blair lying about going home, when instead she found another bar and gave herself some much needed liquid courage.

Blair was angry. Matt Murdock was in trouble. She was tired of the silence, tired that he came in her left and left her in her time of need. Angry she was replaced.

Her drunken mind had led to her banging her fist against the door, demanding Matt to answer the door and be honest. She needed the truth, she was willing to listen if he'd speak.

Blair could hear voices, and Matthew was not answering. But unlucky for him, she opened the door regardless if he wanted her there or not, Blair was there.

She tripped slightly against the door frame, muttering she hated the stupid door and her stupid life. Blair's eyes lifted from the floor and to an old man.

"Evening, Elizabeth."

Her skin went cold, her heart stopped. Her mother had died a very long time ago, and here stood the man who adopted her mother. The man who left her. The man who likely killed her father. Never once had Stick aged, he looked just like he had when she was just a baby, only this time a new teenager accompanied him.

A blonde teenager was curled up on the chair, green tinted glasses resting over her closed eyes. She seemed to be asleep, painfully, her body twitched and her heart raced.

Blair didn't know what to do. Her plan had been to confront Matt, scream or shout maybe cry. She wanted to forgive him, to have him back but not until she had said her part.

But now, the man who'd caused her mother to die was here. Her grandfather who spent no time looking after, even when he promised to Mary he would.

"Stick." Her voice shook a bit.

The blonde teenager jolted a bit, her eyes opening for a just a tiny moment before she passed back out. Her arms over her face and her knees further to her chest.

Stick chuckled lowly; his granddaughter was nothing like Mary. She was a disgrace, a drunk whose heart ached for a man she shouldn't want. "Seen a ghost?"

"Why are you here?" She watched him as she closed the door softly. "Who is she?"

He tutted, his head tilted towards his newest solider. "Daisy is your mother's replacement. Matty, you've got company."

Matthew was in his room, a much more gorgeous woman in his bed. He didn't want to move, to even accept that Blair was here. The last time they'd met, she had been a drunk, crying mess begging him to love her again. And god did Matt love her, but he couldn't be good to her, he could only hurt her.

But it was then that he realised company wasn't Blair, but instead the blonde woman that had caused a spike in Blair's heart.

Matt walked away from the woman in his bed, a fresh scent washing over his senses, with a touch of alcohol. He knew that smell, he missed the freshness of having Blairs skin against his, her lips soft and minty. He ruined it. And in the most horrible way, she was still all that occupied his mind, even when Karen tried to touch him and kiss him.

Like now, as she stood appalled that three women and an old man occupied Matt's flat, he still only thought of Blair. He still loved the way her heart would quicken around him, the way a smile almost always laid on her lips.

"Hey." Karen said, noticing a woman on his bed. The woman but not the full story.

"Karen. Hi." Matt said, cringing at his own voice.

Karen never looked at him, her eyes went to Blair, to Darcy and to Elektra. All women that were not her — and one a child. Blair stared back. Her arms crossed, her body against the back off Matt's sofa.

"Um, let's, uh -let's go somewhere." Matt said. Confirming Karen's wrong ideas.

"No! Why?" She cut him off.

"So we can talk." Matt replied, the words dragging slightly.

"I don't want to."

Blair rolled her eyes, an ugly sound leaving her throat. She looked away when Matt huffed loudly at her. He did not need another person to look after. He had already argued with Stick about Darcy's living conditions and lack of human rights, he was already dealing with an injured Elektra, the worry of some war and now his rightfully so angry girlfriend.

"I know this looks crazy, but it's really not."

"It doesn't It doesn't matter, Frank Castle's going to take the stand tomorrow and your friend could use your help. That's all." She stormed of, fists at her side.

"Nice meetin' ya." Stick said, seconds before the door shut.

"Matty." Blair mused lightly to herself. The alcohol barely wearing off from her system, a small smile on her lips.

Matthew stepped in her direction. "Why are you here."

Blair watched him. She had no reason that wasn't selfish, no reason that made sense for why she had to be drunk. She felt stupid, staring at the man she was stupidly killing herself for because her own mental health was ruining her sense of self. "I-I. I don't know."

Matt's hands pinched the bridge of his nose. "Order a taxi, I will talk to you tomorrow." He tapped around in his pocket, finding the woman cash. "Please do not go out, go home and rest."

Blair wanted to reach out, to feel safe. "I lo-" she stopped, shook her head. Matt wasn't hers, Matt was Karen's. "I'll message you when I'm home." She promised her head bowed down slightly.

Matt wanted to talk; to tell her it's ok, but right now he could only let her leave. Matthew had many questions, his attention on her heart as it faded from his building and down to the street where she sat waiting for a taxi.

His finger pointed over to the sleeping girl. "You leave her—" his hand gestured to the door "— and her out of this."