Ok, so I just want to say thank you to everybody who's reviewed and favorited and read this story. It's been really inspiring to have other people read my work and comment about it, and it's made me want to write more of this kind of stuff.

*reads what i've just written*

Omg, that's so cheesy, but it's true. On to other news, I've revised the summary for this story, cuz…I dunno. I'm just not feeling 'Fitz is devastated, Biana's trying love for the first time, and dex is just along for the ride' anymore. Heres the original, and *duh* the new one will be up at the top. And it's NOT Romance/Angst, it's Romance/Hurt/Comfort. Just changed that.

Original:

Grady's angry, Sophie just wants to be a teenager, and who knew Keefe could dance like that? Fitz is devastated, Biana's trying love for the first time, and Dex is just along for the ride...cue the breakups, the makeups, and the kissing in the rain. Pairings may change, genres may change. Fairley A/U. WARNING MAY DIE FROM FLUFF OVERDOSE

And, assuming you just read the new one at the top, you can see the difference…actually, it'll probably just go back to the original, but…we'll keep this one for now. I dunno, I was talking w/ Cress070 and she said she didn't like it as much…and now I'm starting to doubt it… :(

And on to the actual part you came here for…the story!

Also, BTW, writing might slow down…I'm only at school until the 29thand my parents have decided I can only update 1 chapter per week (1 day per week? it's complicated.). Altho that might just mean updating like 6 in 1 day…we'll see. Sadness!

Sophie's breath settled into shallow gasps, but it was nothing on what was happening to Fitz.

He. Wasn't. Breathing.

"Fitz!" Biana had untangled herself from Dex and rushed over, not quite sure what was happening. "What's wrong with him?"

"I think…" Sophie grabbed his wrist, checking for a pulse. She gasped. "Bi, I'm not…there's no pulse."

Biana burst into tears. "No. No, no, no. Fitz!" She grabbed his shirt, shaking him back and forth, then collapsing on the sand. "No, he can't be gone…" Tears were running down Sophie's cheeks, and she wanted to look away from Fitz's immobile body, but…

"We need to take him to Elwin."

Keefe had come up from behind, face a stark white, eyeing his friend's body.

Sophie nodded and looked away when he pulled out a Pathfinder and spun the crystal.

And she closed her eyes when the light pulled her away.

Elwin's yeti tunic didn't make anything more cheery as he placed a mask over Fitz's mouth and nose, forcing him to breath again, and jolted his heart—procedures that looked much too human in Sophie's eyes. The black dots had vanished from Fitz's skin, leaving marks a bit like acne scars, and his skin wasn't sweaty and red anymore—the fever had vanished.

But he was too pale.

Too cold.

Too dead.

Elwin removed the mask as Fitz coughed up a huge amount of water, returning it after. Sophie could barely meet his eyes as Elwin faced them.

"He's not going to make it."

Sophie wanted to scream. She wanted to scream and cry and claw at the darkness that was seeping in everywhere, taking over her memories and her heart and her lungs. She dodged past Elwin and pressed her fingers onto his temples, too hard. Everything was too hard now. Too hard, too icy, too cold, too sharp. His mind wasn't open. It was just blackness.

I love you, Fitz.

Forget about Keefe.

It was always you.

Please come back.

I can't live without you.

I'm going to die, Fitz.

Can't you see?

I'm going to die.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please come back, Fitz.

It was never Keefe.

It was you.

I love you.

She transmitted over and over, crying, hovering over his bed.

Waiting hours for a reply.

Elwin didn't want her to.

He tried to take her hands away.

You can't just be gone.

Please.

Please try.

She curled up next to him, trying to make him answer, forcing her conscience into his dark, empty mind.

Fitz.

Fitz.

Fitz.

I need you.

We need you.

Will you come back for us?

Elwin had taken the mask away.

He had shut down all the machines.

Fitzroy Avery Vacker was officially dead.

But Sophie Foster wasn't willing to let go.

And as a brilliant sunrise splashed into the wide windows, she heard what she needed to hear.

I'm back.

She had two boys who loved her.

Four best friends.

Two loving parents.

How could she ever just have seen them as

Life's

Little

Pleasures?

That's right, it is officially

The.

End.

Well, not really.

Expect a sequel.

That's right.

A SEQUEL.

sooooooooooooooooooooo excited!

Trying to come up with names.

Brain doesn't want to.

Brain wants to cry about how Fitz is

Almost.

Dead.

Why why why do I do this to myself?

NEW STORY:

Stairs That Lead to Nowhere

By (duh) Alder3049

Actually, I'll use the old summary from this one for that one.

yay!

Problem solved!

Is that why teachers say I'm a problem solver?

Well, lately not so much.

Looooooootssss of drama.

Not going to expand.

Drama makes my brain hurt.

New story up:

Friday/Sunday.

Not sure yet.

We'll see how it goes.

Love,

Alder3094

Lol.

3049.