sokeefe imagines

night terrors

TW: violence, kidnapping

"Don't do this. Please. I'm begging you." Keefe pleaded with the the hooded Neverseen members surrounding them.

He was forced to kneel on the ground, two men holding him firmly.

Before him was his wife, bound to a rickety chair.

Rarely did he ever see her cry. No, she was always the steadfast and strong one.

But sitting here, bound and gagged, gun pointed at her pregnant stomach, tears streamed down her face.

Keefe wanted nothing more than to hold her, to soothe her, to kill every neverseen member in the room.

"Please..." He murmured again, tears choking up his own voice.

"We cannot allow the Moonlark to procreate and begin a new generation with her...enhancements." One of them drawled from beneath the hooded cloak.

"It's just a child." Keefe rasped. "We don't want anything to do with the Neverseen. Leave us be."

"It's never that simple with you all. This is an easy fix to a complicated problem."

The member holding the gun cocked it and Sophie whimpered from beneath the gag.

Her tearful eyes met Keefe's, so many emotions coming from the both of them that is was overwhelming and hard to differentiate.

The fear and sorrow was so thick Keefe could choke on it.

I love you, okay? She said in his mind.

I love you too, were going to get out of this okay? Don't act like we're not going to get out.

I don't think we're going to make it out of this one Keefe.

Stop it Foster don't say that. I-I can't- we're gonna, its gonna be fine-

"Know that it's not personal. I normally consider myself above killing children. This is simply an exception."

Time seemed to slow down as the trigger was pulled.

Sophie screamed in agony, blood pouring out of her.

Keefe roared, adrenaline coursing through him as he tore out of the grip of the two men and dragging himself toward her.

An explosion sounded behind him and the neverseen began yelling at one another, alarms sounding.

None of it mattered.

Keefe shakily untied the binds holding Sophie down, and pulling the gag down from her mouth.

Gently, he slid her out of the chair and to the ground, putting pressure on her gunshot.

"Sophie, come on, stick with me." He pleaded, tears streaming down his face.

Her breathing was ragged and shallow. Panic filled her beautiful features as her eyes met his.

"I love you."

"No! Stop saying that Sophie you're going to be fine." He forced out, although it felt as though his throat was closing in.

"P-Please say it b-back." She murmured, her eyes fluttering.

A sob escaped Keefe, hoarse and anguished.

He finally managed to squeeze the words out. "I-I love you too. Y-You can't d-die on me F-Foster. S-Stop dying!"

A small smile brushed across her face, her hand going to hold his bloodied one.

Keefe. Sophie's sweet voice cut through his mind. Keefe wake up.

Wake up?

Keefe it's just a nightmare. Wake up.

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.

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Keefe shot awake, gasping for air as though he was drowning.

"Keefe?" Sophie murmured, running a hand up and down his back, sending shivers through his body.

His head snapped to the side to look at her.

Concern was evident in her warm eyes, her lips were moving but he wasn't hearing what she was saying.

She kept saying something and after a few moments he shook his head. "What?"

Now she looked even more concerned but restated her question. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I-" His eyes dropped from her face to her stomach, her left hand resting on top of the bump.

His entire body sagged in relief, shoulders caving in as he covered his face with his hands, trying to clear the horrific images from his mind.

He felt her scoot closer, wrapping both arms around him.

After a moment he moved his arms to return her embrace, inhaling her vanilla scented body wash that he adored so much.

Eventually his heart rate returned to normal and breathing was a little easier.

Finally, he mumbled, "They killed you. And the baby. So that you wouldn't have any kids with your powers."

She took a deep breath, exhaling before replying. "I'm right here Keefe. So is the baby. We're both okay." She ran her nails up and down his back gently.

"You died in my arms." He shuddered, a few more tears slipping out.

"But i'm right here." She replied again, kissing his shoulder.

He squeezed her tighted, wishing he could sit here for ever and ever.

She gently grabbed his right hand in her own, placing it over her heart, allowing him to feel the rhythmic pattern.

His finger tapped along with it, as though he were afraid it might stop any second.

After a minute she moved his hand to her very pregnant stomach.

"He's been kicking me for the last two hours. I think i'm growing an MMA fighter in there or something." Sophie joked in a still hushed voice.

"A what fighter?" Keefe immediately replied, brows furrowed.

Sophie started to explain the human sport. "Humans will fight each other for fun. Like entertainment you know? Its kind of like a big production?" She stopped when Keefe looked thoroughly concerned.

"Nevermind. It's just a human thing." Sophie mumbled. "The point is, he's alive and well in there."

Just as Sophie said that, a little foot thumped against Keefe's hand, making him release a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Let's try and go back to sleep." Sophie suggested, beginning to lay back down.

"No! Sorry. No. I can't sleep." He rushed out, panicked.

"Okay, okay. Just lie down with me then, alright?" She said, laying back and extending her arm for him to lay down.

Reluctantly, Keefe laid down, burying his face in her neck. He wrapped one arm around her, the other resting on her stomach so that he could feel the little kicking feet.

Her arms closed around him, one holding tight while the other ran through his hair.

"I'm sorry I woke you. I know you don't sleep well." Keefe murmured guiltily.

"Don't apologize."

He hummed in response, the feeling of her hands in his hair sending little tingles down his spine.

Despite his best efforts, darkness edged his vision and he fell asleep, holding his wife.