Okay, I’m not much of a writer, but the abysmal amount of clairedevil fics is killing me and I just ship these two so much… I just needed to write and get it out of my system. (It hasn’t worked. But yeah.) So here’s a fic, four years after 1x13 (because I have the feeling after the whole “I just don’t think I could let myself fall for someone who’s so damn close to becoming what he hates” thing, clairedevil is not going to happen for a veryyy long time, no matter how hard I wish. All I can hope for is that they become endgame.)
It was a cold february morning when Claire walked into the bustling ER. The crime rate in Hells Kitchen was (just) below the average in the country, but the amount of accidents hadn’t changed much. Over the years, she had thought about Matt and the Daredevil less and less, only sending a silent prayer that he would be okay when she saw him on the cover of newspapers.
Claire quickly changed in the locker room and scrubbed her hands before starting her shift. Patching up a few kids, calming a few hysterical relatives of patients and assisting doctors in treating the half dead were just some of the things she dealt with that day. Working in the ER was hard and almost always stressful, but she loved it. The rush of being needed, helping people in their daily lives, people coming and going. Rarely did she ever see the same patient twice.
Lunch rolled around and she was sat in the cafeteria, eating a sandwich, when her friend Hannah walked in.
“Ugh, so many people are vomiting today.” She slumped onto the chair opposite, Claire nodded sympathetically.
“Yeah, I heard there was a flu going round.”
“But why do they have to come here? They do realise that there is nothing you can do except wait it out, right? Could save me a lot of work.”
“I don’t know what’s worse, having people’s bloody guts all over you, or their entire stomach contents.” Claire laughed.
“Vom. Definitely.” Hannah said, in mock seriousness. She started unwrapping her lunch. “So have you thought anymore about what I said yesterday?”
Claire gave a heavy sigh, not wanting to go into it again. Why did she need to have a boyfriend to be happy?
“I know, I know, you don’t need a guy. But where’s the harm in looking? Besides, I want you to have a date to my wedding.”
“Jake proposed?!” Claire exclaimed, so loudly that everyone in the room turned to look at them.
“Yes!” She whipped out her left hand, which Claire hadn’t noticed that she’d been hiding, and showed off her wedding ring. With a huge diamond. Jake was a radiologist who worked a few floors up, with much better pay than nurses.
“Oh my God, congrats!” They both got up and hugged each other, jumping up and down.
“So? Will you be my maid of honour?” Hannah asked, pulling away to look at her in the face.
“Yes! Of course, yes!”
After they had wiped their tears and sat down again, Hannah was looking at Claire intently.
“So will you? Look for a guy? For me? I don’t want you to be alone at my wedding. Even if he’s just a friend, at least you have someone.”
“I have you! And Lisa and Andy and Margie.” Hannah gave her a deadpan stare.
“I’m kidding. I’ll look. For you.”
A few hours later, Claire got back to her apartment, heading straight for the kitchen. She shoved a few nuts in her mouth before preparing her dinner. Another night of pasta, but she was too exhausted to think of anything else. Her phone rang and she picked up without looking.
“Hi, Claire.” She sucked in a breathe, hearing the familiar voice.
“Matt. Hi. Are you okay?” She hadn’t seen him in four years, not after he got his Daredevil suit which protected him from any serious damage. He hadn’t needed her.
“No, yeah. I’m fine.” She furrowed her brows, not understanding why he would call her after all these years, if he wasn’t hurt.
“Is this a booty call?” She joked. Matt laughed, nervously. But it was a real laugh. Soft and deep and warm. She hadn’t realised how much she missed it.
“No. I- I just wanted to hear your voice.”
Claire smiled, not knowing what to say. She heard him clear his throat before speaking again.
“Also, to see if you wanted to have coffee sometime?” He asked, hopefully.
She was surprised, to say the least, but she agreed immediately. His voice, his laugh. There was no doubt in her mind that she wanted to see him again.
It was a wednesday afternoon when Claire stepped into a small cafe. She spotted him almost instantly. She was a few minutes early, and she should have known he would be too. As if he could sense her presence (which he could) he turned around and faced her. He took his glasses off, stood up and smiled, that lovely smile of his. She walked towards him and gave no hesitation before hugging him. She gave a small smile when she felt him take a deep breath, smelling her.
“Claire, how are you?”
“I’m good. Still working at the hospital. I’m the head nurse now.”
“That’s great! I’m happy for you.” She nodded, but felt a sneaking suspicion, from the tone of his voice, that somehow, he already knew.
“What about you? The news tell me that the Daredevil is still running around.”
“Not so much, anymore. It’s mostly thieves and drug dealers.” He gave a shrug and one sides of his mouth moved upwards into that smile. She was still awed by his face. She took in every detail, etching them into her memory.
“And Nelson and Murdock? How’s Foggy and Karen doing?”
“A lot better. We have more than enough clients and a new office with flowers.” Matt leaned towards her on the last word.
“That’s the dream.” Claire nodded, the smile clear in her voice.
“Almost.” He looked straight at her and once again, she felt like he could see her. She tried to keep her breathing and heartbeat as normal as possible, not wanting to let Matt know how she was feeling but it was a lost cause. The moment his lips quirked upwards in that insanely adorable way of his, she knew she was gone.
She touched his chin, the way he had four years ago and leaned in. She kissed him softly. He kissed back. She sighed into his mouth, the same moment that he did, making them both laugh on each others lips.
Claire pulled away and brushed Matts hair away from his face with her fingertips.
“What about now?” She whispered.
“I’m living the dream.”
And on a Wednesday, in a cafe, I watched it begin again.
(Okay, so those lyrics in italics up there is from Begin Again by Taylor Swift. Sorry, couldn’t resist :D Hope you like it. Even though it’s terrible. I can’t write, I’m sorry, but CLAIRE AND MATT. MATT AND CLAIRE. CLAIREDEVIL. I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH. MY FEELS. MY EMOTIONS. JUST. ASDFGHJKL!!!)