log; daredevil & black cat WHO: Felicia + Matt WHEN: April 17th, afternoon WHERE: The hallway outside Matt’s office WHAT: A short and sweet reunion. Awww. WARNING(S): None.
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The return of the people stolen away to Storybrooke was not unlike stampeding cattle. There were enough people elbowing their way back into the mountain to get to their loved ones that Felicia had to shove at them particularly hard. She wasn't above using her newly-returned bad luck powers to give herself an edge, practically climbing her way to the front of the pack.
The first Sky Crew she came across had the unfortunate honor of being grabbed and asked (a little too loudly) what day it was before Felicia shoved them away and kept moving. April 17th, that was — she pushed past another person — two and a half weeks? About that? Two and a half weeks was more than enough time for Matt to have fallen into someone else, and he was the only goddamn thing around here that truly mattered. Walking faster wasn't going to somehow mean he hadn't moved on or forgotten about her, but it certainly felt like it would.
April 17th felt important. What day was it? She forcefully hit the elevator button three times more than she needed to and stewed on it while she stepped in and let it take her to the floor with the law office. Why did that day sound significant?
She got off the elevator and made a beeline for Matt's office, hoping he was there.
Matt wasn't in his office, but that was because he was on his way down the hall to get to the elevator. Over a hundred heartbeats and excited conversations, all happening at once, and Matt knew that people had suddenly returned. Was it too much to hope? Was it too much to want—?
He almost passed Felicia, focusing so hard on the sound of other conversations that he missed the sound of her heart — but it was her scent that stopped him dead in his tracks.
Felicia stopped a few feet ahead of him, like that final moment of connection could ruin it. Had he moved on? Was he out of his mind with grief? Had it turned out that he didn’t care? (What was April 17th?) She dragged in a breath while she tried to pick out what to say, what to ask. What if he’d discovered he was better off without her or that his life was easier or that he slept better or—
Oh. Now she remembered.
She let out the breath all at once and said, “Happy Birthday.”
Felicia knew his birthday. She remembered. She didn't seem surprised to see him. Matt closed the gap between them and wrapped his arms around her — he didn't know how it was possible that the memory wipe had spared her, why she disappeared and returned with her memories intact, but it didn't matter. He didn't care.
He buried his face against her shoulder and inhaled the scent of her hair. "I love you," he breathed.
Felicia hugged back, clinging until her grip was almost painful — and when that wasn’t enough, she climbed onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist and giving him no choice but to hold her up. “I love you, too,” she muttered, her voice muffled against the crook of his neck. “I missed you so much.”
"Where were you?" Matt held her easily, his arms around her and supporting her. "What the hell happened to you? Everyone was gone, we thought…"
“Some kind of magic bullshit, a bunch of us were in a crappy town in Maine in an… alternate reality? I had a bunch of fake memories of being someone else. I was just a petty thief from backwater nowhere on probation.” Felicia groaned, openly unsatisfied with everything.
Then she sobered up a little and let out a breath. “And you didn’t exist.”
Matt kissed her hair, content to just feel her body against his, her weight in his arms, his mouth and nose against her hair. "I exist," he breathed. "I'm right here. Forget everything else."