Sophie and Fitz. Cognates, with one secret. It comes out one day, and nothing is the same. A hostage, a secret, and who's that on Sophie's Matchmaking scroll? Read to find out all this... and much more.
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Hello! I am Cress070, and many people will know me from FF.net. I have migrated here now, so I'm putting all my stories on both accounts. This is the first fanfic I ever wrote, so the quality is not... anyways, it should get better as is goes along. Enjoy!
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"Should we start?" Fitz said, jolting Sophie out of thought. They were in Sophie's bedroom at the headquarters of the Black Swan. Mr. Forkle hed assigned them three different secrets to tell each other as part of their Cognate training. To become Cognates, they had to have complete trust in each other, and so that meant no secrets.
Sophie found this nerve-racking because of her one big secret: That she liked Fitz. So during these secret sharing sessions, she always found herself searching for smaller, less embarrassing secrets.
"Yep, I'm ready," Sophie replied, and she opened her mind to Fitz's thoughts. She found his emotional centre and left part of her consciousness there, feeling Fitz sweep his thoughts into her mind.
"You first?" He transmitted.
"Um... sure?" Sophie replied. She thought she knew where he was going with this, and she didn't like it.
"Good, because there is that one secret that you still have to tell me," He said, smiling.
Sophie's skin felt clammy and cold. There would be no Keefe butting in to save her this time. Oh, God. She was panicking
"Y-yes. I'm ready. Ok. Here we go. Fitz. I- That is, I'm- I-"
"Sophie, relax," Fitz said, sending her calming thoughts. "Fitz, I'm just afraid if I tell you this you'll hate me or think I'm, I don't know..." She transmitted, panicky.
"Sophie. Nothing you could ever say would make me hate you. Please, just tell me. Would it help if we did it on the count of three?"
'Yes, okay. Fitz, please promise me you won't hate me?" She asked, desperate.
"Sophie, of course I promise. Just tell the truth and it will be fine. Just the simple truth. Let's do this now." Sophie could feel dread seeping into the pit of her stomach.
"One... Two... Three!"
"FitzIlikeyou!" Sophie blurted out. "As more than a friend, that is," She added softly, hearing her thoughts echoing through his suddenly silent mind and terrified of his reaction.
She could tell in his emotional centre that he was feeling shocked and surprised, but was that... happiness? And hope?
"Sophie, thank you for telling me this. But... well..."
Sophie stared up at him, fearing what he was about to say.
"I have to go," He blurted, and dashed from the room.
