Random Sokeefe Oneshots

Sandor

It's dark out, and Sophie should definitely be sleeping, at the very least have her lights out. But she doesn't. She's sitting on her flower rug in the lights, unable to sleep. She's so overwhelmed with the Neverseen and the Council and nothing seems to be good enough for any of them and-

"Ms. Foster." Sandor's squeaky voice snaps her out of her thoughts. She sits up, crushing a few flower petals on the rug in the process. Sophie almost forgot that he was out there, probably listening to the sound of her laying on her rug pathetically.

She clears her throat, "Yeah?"

"You should be asleep at this hour."

"How is that your problem? Your job is to keep me out of danger, and right now, I'm perfectly safe." She doesn't know why she's arguing; she's just frustrated. Stressed beyond belief and hasn't gotten a good nights sleep in a long time. She understands she definitely looks ridiculous, with the dark circles under her eyes. It doesn't take a genius to know she's been overworked.

Sandor sighs in annoyance, like her question is stupid. Maybe it is. "You are my charge. Despite your protests, I want the best for you. That means at least getting a little sleep each night."

"Ah, so you're admitting you care about me?" Sophie grins, trying to take his focus away from her sleeping habits.

Sandor doesn't hesitate or pause. Doesn't even take a breath before saying, "Yes. I care for you and your wellbeing."

"Because I'm your charge."

"Correct."

Sophie nods, unsure of what to say. "Well, I'm not taking any sedatives."

"I didn't ask you to."

"Then what are you asking me to do?"

"Get some sleep, Ms. Foster." He sighs in annoyance, probably exasperated by her defiance.

Sophie swallows, looking at the flower rug she's sitting on. It's a pretty rug. Soft. But despite that, she's too overworked. She's stressed and exhausted but can't seem to find enough calm to fall asleep. "I can't." Sophie whispers, avoiding Sandor's gaze as she crushes a flower in her palm.

"You need to sleep. Just think of calming things."

Sophie sighs, racking her brain for 'calming things'. The beach, Silveny, Keefe...

"Keefe." She says, perking up.

Sandor huffs, "Well, if he's a calming thought I suppose that will help you slee-"

"No, Keefe. I need Keefe." Sophie says, slightly embarrassed by admitting it. Keefe always seems to help, even when it's the middle of the night and he's half awake and extremely groggy, he always seems to snap out of it and help her. Calm her down.

Sandor blinks, "You can try calling him on your Imparter, but I doubt he'll be awake at this hour of night."

"What if..." She hesitates, "What if I go to Shores of Solace?"

"Absolutely not." Sandor replies all too quickly, like he's on autopilot. There's a possibility that he's simply used to telling her no, because that's the only word in his vocabulary these days. "Grady and Edaline will not allow it."

"They don't have to know!"

"Lying to your parents? No."

Sophie stands, walking in front of him. "Please?"

"No."

"You said I needed sleep. This is the only thing I can think off, Sandor. Please." She pleads, taking a step toward him. Sophie can see the indecision in his eyes, flicking between her and the doorway.

He sighs, "Ms. Foster, I understand your need for Mr. Sencen, but I-"

"Please?" She begs, tears welling in her eyes. He begins to panic, looking around like he's hoping no one saw him make her cry. "Please, Sandor. Everything's too stressful and-and I can't sleep. I haven't in days and I-I want-" She sniffles, swiping at the unshed tears.

Sandor makes a sound between a groan and a sigh, "Fine! Fine, one night. That is it. Understand?"

But Sophie is already running to the window, ready to jump out and teleport.

"But! I'm coming with."

She nods, grabbing his hand and jumping out the window.

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They're at Keefe's door. Cassius let them in, half asleep and probably not thinking straight, right after they knocked on the door. Sophie knocks quietly. Nothing. She knocks again. Waits.

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She slips inside, eyes immediately finding a sleeping Keefe. Her heart aches, guilty that she's about to wake him. Maybe she should just leave, let him get some slee-

"Foster?" He mumbles softly, sitting up on his elbows and looking at her. His eyes are squinted, adjusting to the light she's spilling in through the hallway.

Sophie swallows, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "Keefe! I-I just-"

"Come here." Keefe murmurs gently, gesturing her over. Sophie doesn't hesitate, walking over to the side of his bed. She's about to ask why when she's pulled down into his arms.

His bare chest is surrounding her as his arms circle her middle. She nuzzles into his neck, inhaling his scent and letting her eyes fall closed. His hand snakes under her shirt, rubbing soothing circles despite him being half asleep again.

"I'm sorry I woke you." She whispers, feeling guilty again. But Keefe doesn't hear it. Instead, he shushes her and leans his forehead against hers.

"It's okay, Sophie. Was it a nightmare?"

She shakes her head.

"Stressed?"

She nods.

He seems to understand what she needs, because he hugs her tighter and lays back. Sophie sighs contentedly and melts into his embrace. "Thank you." She whispers into his collarbone.

He doesn't hear. He's already sleeping.