Promise me this, guys. If any one of you becomes insanely famous, like an author, or a movie director, or an (drawing) artist, dedicate something to this fandom.

We all want to be adored.

Sophie rushed out of the room just as fast as that-one-fast-dude (Aeolus) could run.

She literally ran into Fitz as she fell down the stairs. Quite literally.

As Sophie crashed into his chest, Fitz managed to put a hand on the railing that bordered the stairs to prevent them from tumbling down.

Sophie noted he smelled like clean linen (hmm…whatever).

He helped her regain her footing. She grinned.

"What?"

Sophie's smile somehow got wider. "We're getting him back."

Fitz stared after her in surprise as Sophie pushed passed him. "What? Who? Keefe? When? H—How?"

Sophie shook her head. "I'll explain tomorrow. Just be here." Sophie thought. "Well, you live here…just be here."

She left it at that.

"Where are you going?" Fitz asked.

"I…have…something. You know." She shrugged.

"No, I don't."

"Don't worry about it."

Fitz tried not to.

Early (way too early, but Mr. Forkle wanted her there) in the morning, Sophie arrived again at Everglen. She held the Spyball, which was wrapped in a bundle of cloth.

Fitz gave her puzzled look.

She smiled—it seemed like a long time since she'd done that—and stepped into the house.

"Come on," Sophie said, walking up to Alden's office. She thought it must've been weird to have someone lead Fitz through his own house.

Fitz followed her into his father's office and furrowed his eyebrows at seeing Mr. Forkle sitting at the desk.

"When did you get here?" Fitz asked.

"Nine thirty."

Fitz scratched the back of his neck. "I can't…when…" he sighed. "Never mind."

Mr. Forkle seemed amused. "Let me see," he said to Sophie.

Sophie placed the wrapped up Spyball on the desk and pulled out her iPod from her pocket. Mr. Forkle and Fitz shared a look of confusion.

Sophie gave them a coy smile. "Dex helped me out…a bit."

I still have no idea what's going on. Fitz admitted in her head.

Sophie smiled as Fitz stared blankly at the Spyball and the iPod.

"Ready to be creepy, Wonderboy?"

After the Fitz managed to stop asking questions (which was about three days), they were able to stalk Keefe in silence.

No, it's not creepy.

For a week, whatever Keefe did lead them nowhere, and it was getting frustrating.

Then, on the 9th day, something came up. Something involving ice cream, Venice, fire bending, and blood.

Lots of blood.

I know I crapped up the end there, but the next chapter might be funny to you, who knows. Now I got some reviews I need to answer.

Percabeth: I had nothing else to put so I was just…hippocampus. I have read PJO. Thanks

JannieE: He has to have a soft side, tho, am I right?

Guest: …first of all, the only anime I follow is Naruto (it's a manga, tho), so whatever you said about Tokyo Ghoul made no sense to me. Second, (and this has been bugging me for awhile) teleportation and time-travel are not the same thing. In any universe, teleportation and time-travel are two completely different concepts. So, unless Sophie suddenly develops yet another ability ("protagonist is way too powerful" cliché), I don't think it's going to happen. I know pen. edge has this in their story "Future Self" and this idea seems really similar to that, so maybe you should see what they have to say before asking around. If anyone does write this story, I'd love to help, but…I don't know. It's…complicated.

animaljam: IM TRYING. AND I KNOW. (Watch me sing Frozen, guys: CUZ FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER, SASSY IS GETTING HER BUTT OUT OF BED)

pen. edge: yeah, long time no see, yada-yada. Hello. Thanks for that long string of compliments. ("when they get Keefe back…") *laughs*. I did in fact come up with the Godspeed thing.

Definition of Godspeed: an expression of good wishes to a person starting a long journey OR "Hasta la vista, baby!"

Yes, Aeolus is screwed.

Don't look up to me, you guys, I'm not a good role model (I am a piece of crap).

P.S. I have this story on wattpad right now featuring some one-shots for KOTLC and I'm too lazy to move it over here. If you want you can go check it out, my username is: theSassyAngel (I have such kawaii names ^.^). The story is called "Listen; sometimes I make sense."

Thank you for your cooperation.

-Sassy di Angelo