what they wouldn't do | DAREDEVIL

fifty

AHHHHH sorry for being a bit late uploading this but HOLY FUCK ITS HERE!!!!!!

NOTE FROM ORIGINAL AUTHOR:

Hi, everyone.

Here we finally are, at the last chapter! I took a lot (like a lot) longer to finish this than I'd expected. I think after so many years of writing I maybe wasn't ready to let it go. I re-wrote some of these scenes probably five times, wanting to make everything perfect. I went back and forth trying to find scenes to cut, but in the end I figured...it's the last chapter after 11 years, so who cares if it's way too long? (Hopefully not you guys).

And in the end of course nothing is perfect, but I think you'll enjoy it. This story has always been about the characters and their thoughts and feelings and conversations, and for me the plot has mostly just been a framework to allow those things to happen. So don't go into the chapter expecting tons of big action scenes; we had our action last chapter, and this one is more focused on where I wanted these characters to end their journey. I've included a special guest POV in honor of a character that is very missed in Daredevil: Born Again.

I hope you like it!

Chapter 50: What They Wouldn't Do

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             IT FELT ODD TO BE crossing the rooftops of Hell's Kitchen in the daylight instead of the helpful cover of night. Sarah wasn't sure where they were going as she followed Matt with her hood pulled up around her face, but she was too shell-shocked from the news to bother asking.

Every once in a while, Matt's head tilted slightly in her direction. Beneath his mask she could see barely-concealed concern tightening the corners of his mouth. She didn't know if it was because he could hear her heartbeat racing; because she hadn't spoken a word since they'd left the apartment; or if it was residual worry from how she'd jumped out of bed after sleeping with him. Probably all three.

For her part, she felt oddly detached. She understood the facts of the situation, but it was like they hadn't fully sunk in yet: The police had the video. Jason had really sent it to them. It wasn't surprising, exactly, but he hadn't brought it up in so long that she'd almost hoped he'd forgotten about it. Of course that had been wishful thinking, and now there was no erasing what the police had seen. For once, this was something she couldn't lie or bluff her way out of.

They ended up at a nice brownstone on a quiet street. It wasn't until the front door opened and she saw Brett Mahoney's disapproving face that she realized they were at Mrs. Mahoney's house, where Lauren and Greg were staying.

Despite his apparent reluctance, Brett let them in and led them to the kitchen, where Lauren and Greg were sitting at the table. Both of them immediately turned their attention to her as she entered. Lauren beckoned Sarah over to sit with them and she did, her exhausted body dropping into the chair like a stone. Brett and Matt lingered in the kitchen doorway, having an argument that she could only half-focus on.

"—is one thing, but her staying here with what I just saw on that video is another thing," Brett was saying heatedly.

"That's only half of the video. Sarah didn't kill McDermott and you know it, Brett," Matt argued. "He was a dirty cop and Jason killed him for it."

"She's an accessory at the very least! She hid the body. It's on video. And now this is concealing a wanted criminal."

"Are you okay?" Lauren whispered across the table. "Brett said the police are looking for you."

Sarah nodded wordlessly.

"What are you going to do?"

She could only offer a hopeless shake of her head. What even was there to do?