SoKeefe One-Shots

Remember? (Pt. Two)

"Foster, I'm here."

Sophie screamed. Audibly screamed. Sandor came busting in the room.

"Are you okay?!" He shouted, darting around the room, sword drawn.

"I'm fine Sandor," she laughed. "I just fell of the bed!"

This was, in fact, the truth. She had gotten so startled that she had indeed fallen off of the bed, and was sitting on the floor.

"Oh," Sophie's bodyguard squeaked, and left the room, his sword limp in his arm. He seemed to be disappointed that there was no enemy to maul.

As soon as he closed the door, Sophie sat up straighter and mentally yelled "Keefe!"

"Yes?" An achingly familiar voice filled her head.

"Oh God," Sophie began hyperventilating, a lonely tear rolled down her cheek. "Oh God! Keefe! Is it actually you?"

"Unless there is another recklessly brave, devilishly handsome blonde elf hiding out in the forbidden cities, then I would have to say yes. You are talking to the one and only Keefe I'm-not-your-legacy-boy Sencen. Would you like an autograph?"

"What I would like," Sophie growled, "is to punch the most idiotic person I know."

"Whoa whoa whoa," Sophie could sense her blonde friend smirking from hundreds of miles away. "That's a bit extreme, don't you think? I mean, Fitz may be annoying, but he doesn't deserve a Foster punch!"

"You know for a fact I wasn't talking about Fitz."

Strangely enough, Sophie's heart didn't flutter at the mention of her long term crush.

"I know," Keefe thought in a deflated tone.

"Why?" Sophie transmitted, and she could tell Keefe was marveling over the fact that she managed to put so much pure sadness and longing into that one word.

"I'm dangerous Foster. If my mom were to get a hold of me..." his train of thought trailed off, and Sophie saw memories floating to the front of his mind. Swishes of dark cloaks, a mysterious noise with no origin, elvin devices planted randomly in busy human places.

"Keefe. You are being irrational," Sophie said firmly. "You know your protection here in the lost cities would be so much better than-"

"SOPHIE," Keefe mentally yelled. She stopped transmitting abruptly. "You don't understand. I didn't leave because I was scared of my mom. I left because I was scared of myself. Foster, this ability is dangerous. Perhaps even more so that mesmerizing or inflicting. If I said the word 'die' out loud, everyone who heard it would drop dead at my feet. I don't want that. I don't want to be a- a monster."

Sophie didn't know what to say. Deep down she had known that. She just didn't want to admit that it was the truth.

"Please Keefe," she pleaded. "You can learn to control it! Everyone is worried sick. We all need you back. Me more than others."

"I don't know if you remember, Foster," Keefe thought, but now, instead of angry, his tone sounded... broken. "But I can't even be in the same room as you without being overloaded with emotions thanks to mommy dearest's... changes. And Sophie, a Lost Cities where I can't see you is a lost cities I don't want to be part of."

"What?" Sophie asked, completely bewildered.

"Sophie, you mean a lot more to me than you think. From the second I saw your eyes, I was helpless. Your funny, and smart, and kind, and pretty, and... well... you're Foster. And I love you."