Imperfect Love (a Sokeefe fanfic)

crisp accent.

POV Keefe

" Keefe, Keefe, wake up, you have to take your medicine." Elwin says. Wait.... Since when does Elwin have a crisp accent...

My eyes shoot open. I look around frantically, finally seeing the ugly teal eyes in the face of my Former Best Dude.

" How can I see?" I ask Fitz with a snear in my voice.

" Easy, I gave you a shot that numbs your emotions. You can't be blinded by grief if you can't grieve. Don't worry it will wear off in 2 hours."

I try to raise my fist but two delicate hands are holding onto my bicep. Foster, she's sleeping, curled up next to me serenely. 

I still love her, so much it hurts.

" Fitz!" I whisper shout.

" Yes, Keefe?" The Vacker boy says.

" What do you want?! Why are you here?! Go away!" 

" I want to check on my girlfriend-to-be. And I will leave, you'll come with me when I do."

" I thought Foster already was your girlfriend. And what in the name of Mallowmelt makes you think I am going to go with you."

" No, she loves you, she'll pick me for that exact reason. And I never said you'll go willingly."

" I'm confused. How are you going to move me without waking up Foster?"

" That's easy, when I stole a kiss from her at Havenfield I shot her with a sleeping drug that if she passed out from emotional stress she would be dead to world around her until 24 hours after said incident. You could throw her into Everblaze and she wouldn't wake up."

" And if I don't want to go with you?" 

" Well, it's either that or Sophie never wakes up." With these words the (here belong words that no person should be allowed to say) aims a gun at Sophie's head. 

" Fine." I slowly unclasp her slender hands from around my arm and, even though she'll never know I plant a soft kiss on her lips. I slip off the cot and trudge over to the Nastiest Vacker.

" Good, now sweet dreams." Fitz claps a cloth over my mouth and nose.

I hold my breath and the skills I learned with the Neverseen are itching to kick in, but for Fosters sake I inhale the drugs and let the darkness claw into my mind.

POV Sophie

Cold that's how I feel. Cold. Keefe must have gotten released because when I reach over he's not there.

" Sandor? Ro? Elwin?" I call.

" Sophie." That's Elwin. " Sophie Fitz can fix your sight but you have to let him into your emotional HQ."

" NO! HE'LL TRY TO MAKE ME LOVE HIM!!! I WON'T! I WON'T! I WILL NOT HE CAN NEVER GO IN MY HEAD AGAIN!! AND WE'RE NOT COGNATES ANYMORE!!"

" Please, Sophie I swear I won't try to make you love me. I promise." Fitz says in that disgusting crisp accent.

" Sophie, he's telling the truth." Oralie says. (funny that she's like a human lie detector when her name has lie in it)

" I. Don't. Care. He's. Not. Getting. In. My. Emotional! CENTER!." 

" Please, Sophie, I swear on the Wanderlings that I will not do anything but fix your eyes."

" Alright, fine. We're still not cognates anymore." I sigh reluctantly.

Fitz's clammy fingers press against my temples as he dives into my mind.

A minute passes, I see teal blobs in a pasty face.

" Did it work? Can you see me?" 

" Yes I can see you and everyone else. Now get out of my sight rat." I say. I spit a glob of saliva onto his shoes, he winces but nods and walks out.

" Sophie is that anyway to talk to your healer?" Bronte reprimands.

" Yes it is. He's the one who broke my heart and Keefe's. Speaking of Keefe, where is he?"

" About that.... we don't know where he is he disappeared in the last 24 hours and we can't find him." Alden says after a pause.

" So.... You've lost my boyfriend."

Yes. The silence says Yes.

" HOW DO YOU LOOSE AN 18 YEAR OLD BOY!"

" Sophie!" Bronte scolds.

" Do you at least have any idea where he went?"

" Not really.... But there's no reason to worry." (EVERYONE PANIC!! ALDEN SAID NO REASON TO WORRY!!!)

" Yes, my boyfriend is gone, possibly dead, no reason to worry at all." I say, my voice drenched in sarcasm.

" Yes exactly." Alden says. I slowly growing to hate him ya know.

" Elwin, can I go back to Havenfield?" 

" Yes you can."

I hold up my home crystal and let the feather sweep through me.

" Mom, Dad I'm home!" I call.

I run up the stairs and (of course) trip. I catch myself on my hands and the burning pain of impact feels good.

Maybe I'm going crazy who knows.

" Show me Keefe Sencen." I say to the spy ball in my hands.

Keefe appears tied to a chair, shirtless and there is someone whipping him repeatedly.

" Don't worry, Keefe. I'll find you and fix Us, I promise." I whisper before starting to plan.

Hey guys! here is the long chapter I promised. stupid mistakes are probably gonna be involved but thats what you get writing at 1 am while blasting music. word count 832 not including this. BYEEEEEEE