Keefe POV

Keefe knew it was wrong. He knew the risks. He knew how likely his carefully devised plan could be ruined. He knew he would hate it-even more than before. But he also knew it was the only way they could win.

Keefe Sencen was going to join the Neverseen. Again. And he hated every little bit of it.

He hated that he was going to live with the enemy. He hated that he was going to be known as a "traitor" to those why didn't know he was going as a double agent. He hated that he wouldn't be sleeping in a comfortable bed, eating good food, and styling his hair. But most of all, he hated that he was going to be leaving Sophie Foster behind.

Sophie Foster, the girl he'd fallen for the second he'd laid an eye upon her. Keefe didn't know how it could be possible to be so perfect. Her golden-flecked brown eyes, her smile, and her amazing personality. She was so powerful and was the only person who really understood Keefe. She was the only person to really care about him and understand what it felt like to be different. It hurt to just imagine the hurt, disappointment, anger, and sadness in those gorgeous eyes of hers when he would have to tell her that he was leaving. Just the aspect of leaving Sophie would make his stomach queasy.

He knew that Sophie was never going to like him back. She already had Fitz, and he was definitely not going to be able to take Sophie from him. She was happy with Fitz, and Keefe wanted her to be happy. It was his only wish.

As he fingered the bracelet he'd made her, Keefe wondered who Sophie was going to recall him as. Would he be the traitor who always left her, even when he'd sworn to protect her? Or would he be the one who was always there to comfort her and always be there for her? Either way, he sat assured that Sophie was going to remember him. Heck, Sophie had photographic memory. And he gave her a necklace. And now a bracelet. And he had really awesome hair.

Keefe was sitting on his bed at the Waves of Wimpiness, and he was preparing to go to visit Sophie for the last time before he joined the Neverseen. He was going to tell her everything-his plan, his thoughts, his feelings. Keefe had a feeling that it might be the last time to ever see her in person again. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so nervous. Sophie's going to hate you for this, a tiny voice in the back of his head said. She'll never forgive you, it told him. Keefe mentally slapped himself. He was doing the right thing. Right? Oh, keep telling yourself that, the voice said. You know that it's wrong, but you won't admit it, it teased him. "Shut up!" Keefe said aloud. Ro chuckled in the corner.

"First sign of insanity-talking to yourself," she said, smiling wickedly.

"You're only in trouble if you answered yourself," he retorted, waggling his eyebrows at her.

Keefe had already told her of his plans. While he was gone, Ro was to stay with Sophie and make sure she stayed safe no matter what. Keefe sighed. He knew he should stop stalling and get his butt to Havenfield. He looked at Ro and said, "We should get to Foster's now." As her eyes bulged excitedly, and Keefe knew what was about to hit him. As he covered his ears and started shouting, "LA LA LA LA, I CAN'T HEAR YOU! AAAAAAHHHHHHH," Ro squealed, "I HAVE to be there. I need to hear, with my own beautiful ears, you confess your undying love for the girl. This is going to be the best day of my life!" Keefe stopped shouting and sniped back, "Well, I can't wait to hear, with my own beautiful ears, you SHUT UP. And, this is going to be the worst day of your life when I push you off a cliff. Oh, and Foster's not going to be there to teleport you." Ro cringed and, to Keefe's relief, shut up. He smiled as his mind flashed back to the time when they were trying to get Forkle to tell them what Nightfall was originally built for:

Sophie stood. "Or I could push into your mind and find it myself."

"I'll help," Fitz offered, moving to stand next to her. "Remember how well that worked during our Cognate training?"

"See? That's why I heart these kids," Ro said. "They don't just make threats-they mean them."

Keefe lifted his crystal to the light and shouted, "Havenfield!"

A/N: This is my first fanfic, please review, follow, favorite, kill, curse, or whatever. I WELCOME SUGGESTIONS. It is probably really bad, but it'll get better.

-ChickenButter888

A/N(February 17, 2019): Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. I HATE that chapter. Seriously, what was I thinking at the time? This is just... serious trash. I hate it. Gross.