Trust Me - a Sophitz story

Part 14

Hi! I'm a terrible person, I haven't updated in forever. I'm the meanest ever. Okay so this one is dedicated to my real life freinds, because no matter what crap is going on, they're there for me. I love you all. cocothugpugkyforce included, of course. I havent had motivation to write in forever, but i really wanted to update for you guys! Happy _____ (insert preferred holiday here). I love you my readers! I'll probably update more soon. Winter break!! (and about time too!) Enjoy! (as usual feel free to correct me on any errors or ask any quesions!)

Chapter 14:

After jumping nearly 10 feet in the air at Fitz's surprise transmission, Sophie panicked. "What do you mean she's asking for me? Is she awake? Does she have her memories back? What happened? Fitz!"

"Sorry. She's not awake, but the memories had already started to piece themselves back together when I probed her, so we took the risk and continued with the probe. She's almost got all her memories back, and she's subconsciously looking for you. I think. Human minds are confusing."

"I'll be right down," Sophie hurriedly transmitted, before turning to Physic, and saying, "They're done."

"I figured," Physic said, nodding, "Go. I'll be right there."

Without waiting for any further encouragement, Sophie jumped down the ladder, tripping half way down and catching herself with shaky telekinesis. Lowering herself the rest of the way, more carefully this time, she raced across the room to the spiral stair case and tore down the steps, barely noticing the stone walls or the damp as she spiraled down and down and down.

Skidding to a stop at the bottom, Sophie collided face first with something, nearly falling before a strong pair of arms caught her, and she realized it was Fitz.

"Hi," he said, noticing almost immediately her anxious expression and scrunched eyebrows.

"Where's Amy?" Sophie asked, attempting to stand up, but slipping again, only to again be caught by Fitz.

"Careful. She's down here. Come on." Fitz took her hand in his and pulled her down the hallway, leading her through a small, dark passage to a thick steel door that looked to Sophie like it came from a human bank vault. Before Sophie could even ask, Fitz said, "Lick it. The door only opens for the Collective, Terigan told me."

"I'm not the Collective."

"No, you're the Moonlark. Just trust me, it'll open for you."

Slowly, carefully, Sophie gave the thin silver strip a tiny lick, and sure enough, the bolts on the door slowly twisted back into their housings, and the heavy, solid slab of metal swung silently back on its hinges.

Sophie stepped into the room, slowly, placing just one foot over the thick threshold. It was another of those hardest steps, but this time, out of the future and into the past. The room was surprisingly like home, and then Sophie realized it was home. They had recreated Amy's bedroom down to the smallest details; the chocolate milk stain on the pale purple carpet, the alternating clashing walls of bubblegum pink and lilac, the canopy bed Sophie had always been slightly jealous of, the painted figurines and tacky crafts that she had made with her mom and sister, and smack in the middle of it, a gently snoring Amy, curled up on her left side at the top of the bed.

Sophie couldn't hold back a quiet gasp, of shock and relief. Everything looked so... normal. But she quickly realized nothing was. Amy, normally a very light sleeper, was still out like a light. Terigan was sitting, apparently relaxed, in the desk chair in the corner, and Fitz was standing behind her, still holding her hand.

It was such a strange cross between her worlds and her timelines; human and elven, past and present, comfort and fear, that Sophie was overwhelmed, stepping back, out of the room, and into Fitz.

"Sophie?" Terigan's voice filled the small room, and Sophie flinched, at the harsh reminder of reality. Carefully, Sophie took that step again, placing both feet firmly on the other side of the threshold, and taking another shaky set towards the bed.

"Sophie?" Fitz's voice was sharper, penetrating the deep fog that had taken hold of her mind, the harsh divide between the past and the present becoming painfully obvious to them all.

"Sophie, we recreated her room to make you both feel at ease, but it's just a projection. Look." Terigan reached up and apparently through a bookshelf and flicked something, an action similar to switching off a light. The room flickered and changed.

The chair was still a chair, but now it was a leather arm chair, overstuffed and comfortable. The bed became more like Sophie's bed from the human world, still a twin, but with wooden head and foot boards and polished brass. The rest of the room changed too, the carpet becoming rough wood, the bright walls shifting to oak panels and off-white paint. The room was still comfortable, was still warm and inviting, but now it matched the upstairs of the house, fitting in with the Black Swan members filling it more than the still sleeping human girl.

Sophie sighed slightly, more at ease, and crept forward, keeping hold of Fitz's hand like it was the only thing keeping her tethered to this world. Terigan looked at Sophie and said, "We found a few things of interest, but we can discuss those later. I imagine you want a moment alone with her. Come on Fitz, we'll leave them alone."

Normally she would have begged for details of what they had found but Sophie couldn't seem to find her voice. When Fitz moved to leave her, though, she tightened her grip on his hand and croaked out, "Stay?"

Fitz glanced up at the older telepath, who nodded once, the minimal movement nearly imagined, before turning to leave. Slowly, Fitz moved forwards with Sophie, half a step behind his cognate, holding her outstretched left hand with his right, as she sunk down onto her knees next to the bed, more comforting than he could know. "Amy?"

Her voice was so fragile, so close to broken. It hurt him to see her like this, and yet he knew she wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Carefully, gently, the blonde haired elf reached up and brushed a strand of silky brown hair from her sister's face, brushing her thumb over the sleeping human's forehead. And before Fitz could stop her, she opened her mind to Amy's.

"SOPHIE!" Fitz transmitted to his cognate, aware that she was never supposed to enter her sister's mind, but unwilling to invade her privacy by forcing his way into her head. After sending a few minutes trying to get her to answer his transmissions, he gave up and found his way to the chink in her mental armor.

"I love you," he transmitted, as he always did. He had never known what Mr. Forkle had transmitted to get inside Sophie's mind, but those three simple words allowed him access, as they always had. He had no idea what she would do if he ever told her what he said but, now that they were dating, he supposed that it wouldn't be as bad.