SoKeefe One-Shots

Remember?

It had been a month. A month since Keefe left. Sophie was devastated. He hadn't said anything about his location, and every time Sophie tried to reach out to him mentally, he ignored her. Or maybe he just couldn't hear her. Sophie guessed it was the former. Well, he did say one thing about his whereabouts. He said, "I'm hiding the way the Black swan hid you." That, Sophie was certain, meant he was in the forbidden cities.

Sophie hadn't told anyone about the letter. Not even Dex or Fitz. The only ones who knew were Iggy and Silveny, and they didn't really count.

Bang bang bang

A knock on Sophie's door jolted her out of her thoughts. "Come in!" she said, hastily tucking Keefe's letter under her pillow. She hadn't even realized she was holding it. Just then, the queen of sparkle herself, Biana Vacker threw open the bedroom door, and strode in, decked out in all her finery. She wore a purple gown that showed off her scars with a single diamond strap and a tall slit in the skirt that went halfway up her thigh. She was also wearing an excess of makeup, even for her.

"What's the occasion?" Sophie asked, puzzled.

Biana's eyes widened. "My parent's 500th anniversary? How could you forget?! You were invited to the party!"

"I never got an invitation," Sophie replied.

Then Biana smacked her forehead. "Shoot! That's right! I asked Keefe to invite you, right before the whole thing with the dwarves, and-" she stopped as she noticed the tears welling in Sophie's eyes. "Hey," she sat down on the bed next to Sophie and hugged her tightly. "It's going to be alright, we'll find him." Tears were streaming down Sophie's face.

"But," she began, "but what if we don't? What if the Neverseen find him first? What if I- we- never see him again?"  

Biana squeezed her again. "I won't let that happen." She stood up. "The party starts in five hours, if you want to come." She walked out the door, leaving Sophie alone.

After staring numbly into space for quite a while, Sophie pulled herself together. She had made a decision. She was going to try to contact him. One last time.

She took a deep breath. Even Iggy quieted down, sensing the importance of this moment. Sophie reached her mind out, and found a tiny prick of warmth, among the millions of cold stabbing human minds. She didn't know if it was him or not, but she decided to give it a shot.

'Hey, Keefe,' she began. 'How are you? I know you don't want to talk, but all I'm asking is for you to listen.'

*Forbidden cities*

Keefe sat in an alley, crying. A month. A month of being hungry, a month of being cold, a month of stealing from people who didn't deserve to be stolen from. A month without Foster.

He knew this was just what his mother wanted. For him to be scared, angry, and alone. Cut off from his friends. At his weakest, so she could come in, pretend to be the hero. Offer to let him join the Neverseen, then use him as a torture device. Well, he wouldn't do it. Often, he had seen the swish of a black cloak disappearing down an side street. Heard footsteps behind him, only to turn and see no one. But even worse than that, was Foster.

She had tried to reach out to him many times, and each time it pained him to ignore her voice. But he did it. For her own good.

Pressed up against a panel of glass in an alley, he closed his eyes and imagined he was back in Alluveture. Imagined that the glass was a bedroom window, and on the other side of the pane was Sophie, her cheek pressed against the glass of her own window, Ella held tightly in her arms. Imagined that when he opened his eyes, she would smile sleepily at him, and mouth, 'goodnight, don't let the bed bugs bite.' 

Apparently it was a human thing. At the time, Keefe couldn't even imagine what it would be like to have bugs in your bed. Now, well, it wasn't as hard. Just then, a voice pierced his brain, drawing him out of his imagination. 

Foster.

'Hey Keefe,' she said in his brain. 'How are you? I know you don't want to talk, but all I'm asking is for you to listen. I know you left because you think you are dangerous. Think your mom will use you as a weapon. I'm not gonna ask you to come back, but I just want you to remember these moments.'

Fine, I'll listen, Keefe thought, making sure not to open his mind to Sophie.

'Do you remember when I blew up Lady Galvin's cape, and you had to take me to the healing center? Do you remember the midterm celebration at Alden and Della's? What about the time we flew Silveny to the Black Swan's high seas facility?  You saved my life. Oh! Remember the great quintessence excursion? And, after Lumenaria fell, who was there for me? You. Or when Forkle came back from the dead, was was the first to comfort me, when I was crying and confused? You were. 

'Wynn and Luna are getting bigger. They still haven't given up their fascination with the gorgodon. Fitz and I are... not in a great place. He's... well... you get it. Anyway, what does everything I have said so far have in common? It proves that we all need you. I need you.

'So please, Keefe, if you can hear me, please please tell me.'

Keefe  made a split second decision.

'Foster, I'm here.'

Word count: 959

Soooo, how do ya like it? I've never written a oneshot before! I've actually had this idea in my head ever since I finished Unlocked. I laid in bed crying one night at the thought of Sophie and Keefe, both leaning against panes of glass, imagining seeing the other when they open their eyes, then their hearts breaking when they don't. So I wrote this using that idea! Sorry if it was trash!

Bye!

-Clarisse