Damned If I Do *Matt Murdock* (book one of Damned)

('Cause it's burning ) In the bloodline (Terri)

Warning: Soooo many, maaany F-words. Also, do not try that at home.

Terri had an excellent weekend. She took both days off, because Victor had promised her a trip. He didn't mention they would have to hitch-hike their ride after leaving Manhattan, but hey, at least she couldn't complain about a lack of adventure. Their driver was a seventy-year old fella whose driving licence probably wasn't valid anymore, yet he drove them safely almost to their desired destination and they walked the rest of their journey on foot.

They spent most of Saturday in the biggest jungle gym on east coast and stayed overnight in a scary motel that had like two other guests. It was amazing. She managed to call Vera to ask about her date when Victor called dibs on the bathroom and she came to conclusion it went well. She had no time for interrogation.

On Sunday, they stayed in bed (don't judge) and took off around lunchtime, after eating an approximation of pizza. They caught a ride and got home, exhausted and happy. Terri came to her apartment she had inherited after her grandma, managed a shower and fell to bed, remembering her morning shift on Monday.

And Monday wasn't a bad day. Sure, Terri had to get up at ass-o'clock, but there was no Olivia or Barbara on her shift (no Vera either, sadly, and she didn't have the afternoon one either, shame), so she managed. There were no annoying people behind the counter with her, the familiar scent of coffee surrounding her, people let her keep the change and everything was fine. She planned a late lunch with Victor (well brunch, for Victor anyway) and then she would go home. The only missing thing would be Matthew I-will-keep-her-save Murdock stopping by the café so she could give him a shovel talk.

Her shift ended, she had a lunch with Victor who apparently needed to go for a run later that afternoon, so they said their goodbyes (most of it French). She went home, no raindrops falling on her head (and it was totally Vera's fault Terri thought about that because that had been her talking about singing in the rain), wondering about her program for the rest of the day. She wasn't planning on running, that was for sure.

Terri decided to experiment with baking since Victor turned out to be a pastry freak. (He would be running and worshipping bodybuilding as a righteous bouncer, but when she had offered him a muffin, he cracked... and ate three). It didn't go well.

The first attempt went to hell because she was too lazy to go for the right kind of flour – the pie was... something. She didn't give up though and went to closest shop to correct her mistake. On her third attempt, the pie was actually presentable and it didn't taste bad either. When she looked around her kitchen and saw the terrible mess she had made just because she wanted to try baking for Victor, she realized she probably loved him. Well, shit.

She was cleaning up whole evening, washing the dishes and counters and carried out the garbage (including two caricatures of pies).

And that was the exact moment her not-a-bad-day went to absolute shit.

Terri threw her mess in the dumpster in the alley closest to her flat and wanted to head home when something caught her attention. And that something looked awfully like a leg.

"Holy shit!" she squeaked and spun on her heels to run back to her apartment as fast as she could and call the cops, because there was a fucking corpse next to a dumpster and she was not about to examine it. Not her division.

Except she heard a rustle and a groan. A groan indicating that it was alive. Her pulse was hammering in her ears as she slowly turned back, her mind screaming to get the hell out of there. She rarely listened to her mind. The leg actually bent in its knee as she came closer.