Random Sokeefe Oneshots

Fostering It

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It had been exactly 4 hours and 32 seconds since Keefe got the call from Grady, saying Sophie got into a bad teleporting accident. 4 hours 38 seconds, now.

Keefe is in the living room, pacing back and forth over and over. No Empath is needed to feel the dread and terror radiating off the boy as he paces a hole in the floor. He runs a hand through his hair, stopping for only a moment to bury his face in his hands.

"Keefe?" Grady asks from the kitchen. Keefe drags the hand from his face down his jaw, taking a deep breath. "Yeah?" He calls, walking over to the kitchen.

Grady looks horrible, and Keefe isn't totally sure if his expression is worse. The bags under Sophie's father's eyes are dark, reflecting his worry and utter terror. He swallows, laying a hand on Keefe's shoulder. "You know I care about you, right?" Grady asks softly.

He tenses up at his touch, and he runs a hand through his hair before responding, "Y-yeah."

"Then don't take it to heart when I say you're driving me crazy with you're pacing, son."

Keefe visibly relaxes, glad it's a lighthearted comment instead of news on Sophie. "I know, I know. Gosh, I know. I'm freaked. Please tell me Elwin has good news on her?"

"He...hasn't come downstairs yet. Elwin has requested no one goes in, due to...how she might look."

Keefe rips a hand through his hair, the tension returning. "What does that even mean? I-I don't get anything that man says-"

"It means she doesn't look good after the accident. She was teleporting and-"

"I know what happened!" Keefe cuts off, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He can't quite wrap his head around it all. That Sophie, the invincible girl, the girl that has gone through much worse than this, is still unresponsive over a teleporting accident. His girl, potentially on her deathbed. Keefe sighs in frustration, the silence between him and Grady becoming smothering.

"She's going to be fine, right?" Keefe asks, and he hates how small and weak his voice sounds. Like his father has kicked his puppy, or something. He swallows down the tremor in his lip, the headache pounding against his temples, as well as any sign that he's distressed. Keefe having a freak out won't do Grady any good, and causing Foster's family panic is going to make everything a million times worse. For everyone's sake, he has to stay grounded, no matter how much his feelings can be compared to free falling off a bridge. Panicky and sweaty.

Grady runs a hand down his face, "She has to be."

Keefe opens his mouth to respond when he hears a door click open from upstairs. He immediately shoves everything aside and sprints over to the end of the staircase. "Foster?"

Elwin walks down, holding a grim look on his face. Keefe's hope falls, along with his expression. "I-is she okay? Why do you look like that?"

"She's...unstable, to say the least."

Keefe doesn't hear much else of Elwin's rambling. He sinks to the bottom stair, ripping his hands through his hair. She can't leave. She just...can't. He can't live without her. Sophie is the glue holding his crappy life together, and if she left...over a stupid teleporting accident? He can't remember the last time he gave her a flirty comment or teased her, and he wants to. He so desperately wants her to be sitting right next to him right now, so he can make a comment that brings that adorable blush to her cheeks. Keefe wants nothing more than to tell her how much she means to him, to ruffle her hair and smooth out the cutest crease between her brows. Because that's their thing. Teasing, flirting, it's them. And without that? Keefe will completely fall apar-

"You can come see her now." Elwin interrupts his thoughts. Apparently, Keefe has been sitting there, drowning in his thoughts, for so long that Elwin made another visit to Sophie.

He stands immediately, "Is she healed? Awake? Is she-"

"She's stable now. She's on bedrest for a while, and probably never going to teleport ever again if I get a say in it, but she's awake."

Keefe could collapse from pure relief if he wasn't already running up the stairs and knocking on Sophie's door. He walks inside.

Sophie is on the bed, trying to prop a pillow behind her by herself. Just as stubborn as always. Keefe rushes over, gently resting his hand on her arm. "Woah there, Foster. Easy." He props the pillow behind her gently.

Sophie smiles gratefully.

"You really scared me, you know." Keefe says softly, allowing himself to gently stroke her hair, as if trying to prove to himself that she's here. Alive. "You just have to go and Foster it all the time, hm? If you think it's funny, giving me a heart attack every few weeks-"

"I'm sorry." Sophie cuts him off. "I was teleporting back from Everglen, and I...it was like I lost my grasp on my power. Like I was hanging off a cliff by a finger and then slipped. Suddenly, I was falling. Through space, through time, I don't know." Her brow creases as she tries to recount what it felt like, not meeting Keefe's eyes.

Words cannot describe how happy he is to see that adorable little crease, and he doesn't hesitate to smooth it out. "Hon, hon..." He says softly.

Sophie looks up, Keefe's thumb still lingering on her skin. "Yes?"

"I'm just glad you're here. You know how much I care about you, right?"

Sophie looks stunned for a moment before nodding, "Y-yes. of course."

"Good." Keefe climbs into her bed beside her, folding his hands behind his head and leaning against her. "Never do that again. I hope you know you're on bedrest."

"I know."

"And probably never teleporting again."

"I know..." Sophie groans, making his eyes gleam with amusement. He nudges her in the ribs, then gently taking her into his arms. He pulls her to sit between his legs, leaning her back against his chest. She quickly nestles into him, getting comfy.

"Foster?"

"Hm?"

"You have no idea...no idea how terrified I was. When Grady called-" His voice cracks, letting vulnerability seep through for a moment as Keefe rests his chin on the crown of her head. "I swear I had a mini heart attack."

"I fostered it." Sophie states.

"And it terrified me." Keefe whispers, nuzzling his face into the side of her neck and closing his eyes. He inhales her scent, making sure to memorize every detail of her. He makes sure to send a soothing breeze to her, and she shivers in his arms.

Sophie exhales shakily, "I'll always be okay."

"I doubt it sometimes, honestly."

Sophie pretends to be offended, putting a hand on her chest. "You lack faith in me? How dare you."

Keefe shuts her up with a kiss to the cheek. He continues to pepper her face and neck with small pecks, whispering pretty words in her ear until she falls asleep on him.