Don't. You. Dare.

Chapter 1

A/N Hi, thank you so much for reading this and leaving comments! Shout out to @multi_fandom29 for the first comment, you absolutely made my day <3, and @alltheusernameswhat for being my first follower! Have an absolutely amazing day guys and enjoy!

Also guys, this chapter is to set the scene before everything happens :).

Sophie didn't like seeing Keefe like this, but she had to... in case anything had changed. 

Elwin had promised he would make sure Sophie would be the first to know if Keefe woke up. Keefe had been trapped by the Neverseen in a seemingly endless coma, and months later Sophie was sitting by his side, smoothing his hair and gazing at his limp form worriedly. 

Sophie was worried sick about him and vowed to herself to visit him every day. Everyone had noticed a change in Sophie after "the incident". Her bubbly, creative personality was fading and being replaced by a shell of the girl she once was. 

Keefe had always been there for her through thick and thin and she was sure she was going to be there for him too. But staring at his blank face, she couldn't help but worry- would he ever wake up? 

Sophie had tried over and over, with and without Fitz to enter Keefe's mind but all she could feel was darkness and cold swirling around and around. Every time she stayed longer in there desperate for any flicker of recognition from his brain, but the longer she stayed, the more dangerous it was for her to get lost in there forever. Her mental consciousness went further and further into his every time she tried, a lot of the time so far she wouldn't be  able to get out without Fitz. 

She missed him. His familiar smirk, his teasing eyes, even the way he would say "Foster?". She missed being able to be herself in front of him, and no matter what he would stand by her side, even if she had messed up bad.

Her heart broke to see that Keefe's blonde hair was dulling, losing its colour. Every time she looked at the swirling black mass in the shape of a cocoon encircling him, a sob caught in her throat. He doesn't deserve this, she thought.

Elwin had tried countless times to stop it, but eventually realised he was unable to change Keefe's coma- like state, much less get rid of his cocoon. Unable to tell Sophie the devastating news, he continued to constantly check up on Keefe and let Sophie sit on the boy's cot, talking to him for hours as if he were there. Sometimes Elwin wondered if Sophie really believed he could hear her, or if her brain was unable to comprehend that Keefe might never wake up and her brain let her really believe he was sitting next to her, talking with her.

Elwin supposed this was Sophie's way of early grieving. He was worried about Sophie's mental state, but he was more worried that he didn't know when, how, or even if Keefe would ever wake.

Again, thank you so much for reading this,

~bronwynrojasislife