Nightfall fanfic

Amy or Natelie?

Sophie stared, her emotions knot tightening on itself. She wanted to cry, or laugh, or scream, or move. But her feet wouldn't comply, her mind buzzed and her eyes watered.

She was aware of voices sounding so far away. Her world blurred, but one thing stayed highly defined.

Amy!

A laugh of pure joy escaped her lips, and though she couldn't see through her tears of happiness, she lunged to her sister and clung tight, sobbing and laughing.

Amy, Natelie, felt conflicted. Her head swirled and her emotions went haywire. Sophie heard her thoughts of agony at the headache that came with regaining her memories. Her thoughts screamed at her mind to stop.

No, thought Sophie firmly, don't stop, Amy. Those memories were your your life. Amy will remember, she will, she will, she will... Her laughs turned into sobs. Keefe, who couldn't wipe the smile off his due to Sophie's strong emotion of joy, choked. He felt despair, so strong, he teared up, but didn't cry. Foster needed him.

Because.. Sophie thoughts trailed on, it was, is, your life, Amy. I need you. And now, you needs me. She knew Amy couldn't hear her, and was really reassuring herself.

"My karaoke machine. My dollhouse. My makeup kit. My..." Amy blurts, then frowns. "Where are they?"

Sophie groaned, her tears had ceased awhile ago. She let go of her sister. Of all the memories, why those? She pondered for a moment then remembered Amy didn't have photographic memory, and could remember certain things. Bad memories tend to be most prominent and many good things to be forgotten. She clung to sister again.

"Fitz! Soph-" A voice called. He sped into the room, halting at the sight of Sophie clutching a human, the wreck of a place, and the agonizing thoughts of Amy. Alden gaped.

A silence had settled on the small group. A shaky voice talked quietly.

"Soybean, who are these people? Why are we here? Why did those people take Mom and Dad? And-" Amy's voice wavered. "Why did you leave?"

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Fitz watched the pair of girls intently. In the heat of the memories he had hailed Alden, who stood awkwardly to the side.

Sophie had lamely told Amy it couldn't be explained in such a open place. Amy had sighed, then snapped up from her sitting position with her sister.

"Amy," she exclaimed, "that is my name! I always felt confused when they called me Natelie. Oh, Soybean, what happened to my brain?"

"Um... Uh-"

"Sophie? I hate to interrupt but, my pendent is being monitored closely. We can't stay longer." Alden interrupted.

Sophie nodded. "Okay. C'mon, Amy."

Fitz looked startled. "We can't--"

Sophie glared. "Finish that sentence and I will be forced to Inflict."

Keefe fanned the air. "Woah, Foster." He muttered. " Don't bother trying to get her to leave Amy. Her protectiveness and...love is so strong I wanna hug someone."

Alden sighed and Fits looked sheepish. "Fine." They said.

"Now we've got to leap back with a human? My poor head." Alden muttered. Sophie ignored him.

"Okay, Sophie." He said noting her cross face. "I have no problems with Amy. I just don't want to get in trouble. But if I keep up my mental block, she can hide in my house."