"One lowley night during late November, around the 15th to be exact, a group of teenagers barely poking the 16 mark saved the world. Dex Dizznee, Fitz and Biana Vacker, Tam and Linh Song, and Sophie Foster sneaked into the secret Neverseen hiding space and singlehandedly defeated Neverseen leaders Lady Gisela Sencen, Vespera, and Fintan, along with capturing less-valued leaders such as Gethen, Ruy, and Umber. Major pockets of resistance still exist and are openly creating skirmishes with anyone they can for their lost cause. Using a guerilla-tactic fighting learned from humans, they hid their way through the forest until they silently blew a small hole in the ceiling and split apart each to capture the leader's attention. One of their friends, Keefe Sencen, was being held hostage by the rebel leaders, and, when asked about motivations, Sophie Foster replied this:"

The new camera slipped over to Sophie during her mention, with her holding Keefe's hand while a physician by the name of Elwin flashed orbs to see what Keefe was suffering from. He set up a heart monitor and tried to keep his pulse from slowing as the camera moved to a face-up of Sophie.

She wiped a tear from her eye as she responded to the question.

"We've been trying to stop these guys since they kidnapped Dex and I, what, three years ago now? When they kidnapped Keefe, and Keefe openly sacrificed himself to get me to go, all I felt was this overwhelming urge to get him back. He was one of my best friends, my closest friends. I couldn't just leave the lo… lowly-treated boy to suffer. I had to save him." Sophie's blond hair was blowing across her face in the wind. Her clothes seemed to billow in procession with the fast wind. The speech was partially abrupted in certain places when the wind blew especially fast, but the filming-man still took a wide shot of the scene. Council officials held the angry leaders in their handcuffs, some on the ground and others restrained via force-field. Dex, Fitz, Biana, Tam, and Linh were all sitting beside Keefe's body, where the physician was fighting the odds to save him. Sophie appeared to be searching his mind looking for any sign of life.

The news-man came back into the focus and pointed to the screen. "As you can see here, we have a lot of captured members of the Neverseen, along with a dying boy and his devastated friends. If you can't see this clip well, you can clearly see in THIS part that Sophie is holding his hand while crying. She appears to be whispering, 'come back to me'."

Sophie's POV

THREE HOURS LATER

Bullhorn had been sleeping next to Keefe for three hours now. Elwin worked tirelessly, long into the early morning hours. Elixir after elixir had been poured down his throat, but not to any success. A bucket that caught the falling drops of his blood made a short "PING" sound as another drop fell. Sophie sat on the cot next to Keefe, massaging both his hands with her thumbs. He had fallen unconscious after their brief kiss, and the chances he was going to live were slim. As it was, he was permanently going to have a slightly twisted jaw, disfigured nose, limp in his ankle, and many, MANY scars.

Elwin had been so helpful, but at this point, it was up to fate.

Sophie buried her head in her hands, the silent tears falling miserably. All these ideas had flashed through her head once she had seen Keefe again. For three months she could only dream of seeing his face again. She hadn't cared about the costs. She hadn't cared that if she'd had to go through hell and back just to save him, she would've done it without a single thought. Now she was contemplating what to do if he didn't make it through.

He's going to make it…

NO, HE'S NOT!

But he HAS to make it…

What if he never loved you? What if this was all a scam? What if as soon as he wakes up he leaves you for some other girl, who's much prettier and deserves his love?

SHUT UP! Her brain battled itself as the war was waged for Keefe's life.

Everyone else had left the Healing Center now, except Fitz. He was sitting near Sophie, holding her in his arms. His uniform was soaked in her tears by now, and her sobs broke his heart infinitely. But he held her close, taking all those tears. He had accepted she loved Keefe. If Keefe didn't pull through, Fitz would be here for Sophie, no matter what. He would be here to comfort her, to care for her, to be just her friend, and if she ever needed more, he would be there.

Lord Cassius strolled in, double-taking at the look of his son and a tear welling in his eye.

"Is he going to make it?" He asked quietly.

Elwin's maddened face and unruly hair turned around as he said with a twitching eye, "I don't know."

Councillors Bronte, Oralie, and Terik made their way in to check on Keefe. With one look at him with Bullhorn by his side, they looked downcast with respect.

"He's not dead yet!" Sophie found herself saying through her tears.

Everyone was quiet until Oralie asked, "then why are you crying?"

With that, Sophie broke down.

Keefe:

The pain was so alluring, so attractive, and so wanted. It gave a promise of a better place that helped him escape this broken world he was living in. It gave sweet whispers of a life beyond life, of a future. If he just gave in…

"Keefe!" He would hear occasionally as Sophie cried his name. He weakly felt her tears bounce off his cheek and slide. He felt Elwin pouring stuff down his throat, but he couldn't do anything except listen to the promises of the pain. It was as if he was another person watching through his eyes, feeling what he was feeling and seeing the outside world.

"Then why are you crying?" Councillor Oralie's broken-hearted voice asked. He felt the sadness and mutual feeling of grief with Sophie coming off of her. She must be thinking of Kenric, her long-lost love.

Keefe didn't want to leave Sophie. He finally had her, in his arms, as he rested his head on top of his and his arms safely around her. He didn't want to miss her or cause her pain. She had enough of that already. But above all, he wanted to have her as his forever. He wanted to raise a family with the woman he loved. He wanted to grow old with her forever and to watch their great-great-grandchildren run around their beachside home.

The pain whispered, "but isn't it sooooooo much better to have us?"

Keefe fought the whispers, focusing on Sophie and everything about her. He loved her gorgeous long blonde hair, her twinkling brown eyes with gold flecks, her pale skins and just everything about how she conducted herself. She had lost so much, yet kept it together so well. Gosh, he had it bad.

"Don't you want to live with us forever?"

Keefe loved Sophie's personality. She could go from overwhelmingly serious to giggly and school-girly within seconds. He loved her sense of humor and her way of dealing with tough things. Keefe loved everything about Sophie, and even if he never saw her again, he just wanted her to be happy, even if it was Fitz.

"Just give in Keefe… come to join us…."

NEVER! Keefe shouted at the pain as he focused all his mental and physical energy into opening his eyes…

15 years later…

Sophie:

15 years ago today Sophie defeated the Neverseen. 15 years ago today Sophie had realized who she truly loved with all her heart. And 15 years ago today Sophie had nearly lost him.

But Keefe held her in his arms, protectively around her, keeping her from any harm. He would forever be scarred, and she would too. The burn marks would never go away, and Keefe's jaw would forever be slightly twisted. His ankle still had a limp, but so did Sophie's. They would forever be scarred emotionally too. Others wondered why every time they heard a bush rustle in the wind those two weird elves would reach into their pockets and grab a goblin throwing star. They wondered who these two weirdos could be. They would question whether maybe, just maybe, they had seen them before, but would shrug and walk away.

Keefe's hand slowly drifted down and reached under Sophie's shirt, massaging her belly.

Sophie giggled softly before reaching up and planting a wet one on his cheek.

"How many weeks?" Keefe whispered.

"Eight now," Sophie replied quietly.

Three months ago today Sophie walked down the aisle in the plainest of white dresses possible to meet a very plain-looking man in an ice-blue suit. Family, friends, and even enemies sat in the aisle, celebrating the marriage of Sophie E. Foster and Keefe Sencen. Three months ago today Sophie had reached up and kissed her husband for the first time with the name Sophie Elizabeth Foster Sencen. And three months ago today they moved into Beachside on the shore.

"That long already?" Keefe asked, leaning down and kissing her long and hard. Sophie let go to breathe and laughed.

"We've only been married three months!" She whispered with a laugh.

"Yeah, and it's only been nine weeks since we did it," Keefe replied with the wiggling of his eyebrows. Sophie slapped the side of his cheek with her hand before kissing it softly.

"Goodnight, my love," she whispered.

Keefe took his hand out and wrapped it around her.

"Goodnight, my Moonlark," he whispered.

They would forever be weird. They would forever be the one couple questioned for their decisions, and they would forever be stared upon with judgment. But he was Keefe, and she was Sophie, and they were meant to be.

The End.

OR IS IT

(A/N Y'all I'm sorry for my huge procrastination but HERE IT IS! The final Sokeefe chapter. and guess what? I WANNA WRITE MORE! Leave reviews! PLZ! Also happy thanksgiving Americans!)