A/N) So, i didn't get any reviews on the last chapter . . . i'm assuming that's a bad thing . . ugh, i never should have killed Keefe. I'm so sorry. Should i just cut off this part of the series? Let me know . . .

So, uh, without further adieu, the next part of the sucky ship

Lost part 2

I couldn't stop crying during the planting. I always told myself that he couldn't be gone, and after seeing him in my room today?

But when they but the seed into the dirt, and poured the special serum on it and then broke the bottle on top . . . and then the tree sprouted out of the ground. It was one of the most beautiful and saddest things i've ever seen.

The golden leaves were like pine needles, but they were softer and wispy, and dotted among them were icy blue pansies that reminded me so much of his gorgeous eyes. The bark looked rough, but shined in the sunlight, and the trunk stood firm and tall, despite how young the tree was. It reminded me so much of Keefe, and a new round of tears came. I didn't bother stopping when everyone gathered in a line and gave us our condolences. A surprisingly large crowd had appeared. I wouldn't be surprised if a member from almost every elvin family was present. Even the Council came, honoring him for taking part in saving our world. He deserved so much more, though.

I barely acknowledged anyone who shook my hand or gave me a hug or said, "i'm so sorry for your loss." My friends were among the first in line, and all of them had red, puffy eyes-even Tam. When Fitz wrapped his arms around me, i gave in and clung to him, sobbing. He-and everyone else, for that matter-cried with me.

"We'll come check on you at Havenfield later, okay?" Fitz whispered.

But i shook my head. "I think i just wanna be alone after this." They looked at me with worry in their eyes before nodding understandably.

"We're here whenever you need us, okay?" Fitz added, squeezing my hand before he left.

I nodded numbly. And they left without another word. There were only two other meetings i remembered that day. The one with the Heks'-which wasn't nearly as bad as i had anticipated for it to be-and another one with a prodigy that i had seen around Foxfire and his family. After his parents gave me their condolences and left, the boy stayed behind. He looked about Keefe's age, with wavy ash brown hair and midnight blue eyes-which were a little red from crying. He was rather handsome, as were all the other elvin boys, but there was something about him that seemed . . . familiar.

"I've seen you around Keefe before," i said suddenly as we eyed each other. "You two were friends, weren't you?" the last part came out quietly.

He nodded solemnly. "Yeah, pretty close, too, before all of . . . this happened." i realized he was most likely referring to the time when i first came. "We stayed friends, but not as close as before. You were his girlfriend?"

I nodded, choking back a sob and wiping my eyes.

"I'm sorry for your loss-even though i'm sure you've heard that hundreds of times this past week," he held out his hand towards me.

"I'm sorry for yours, too," i answered, giving him a weak handshake. "I'm sorry i never met you before . . ."

He shook his head, making some of his hair fall in front of his eyes. He brushed it back with his hand, running his fingers through his hair. "Nah, it's okay. You had a lot going on, what with saving the world, and all. My name's Chance, by the way."

"Sophie," i responded quietly. He glanced behind him.

"I should get going. It was nice to finally meet you." He was about to leave, but he turned back and added, "Keefe talked about you a lot. I think . . . hm, nevermind." He shook his head. I watched as he walked away, thinking about what he had said. Keefe talked about me a lot back then. Did that mean i was constantly on his mind? It made me regret not thinking about him more. I feel like i could've done more during the time that he was alive. But, as much as i wanted to, i couldn't think about things like that. Thoughts like those could lead to guilt, and i knew that the elvin mind was fragil to things like that, causing it to break. And Keefe wouldn't want that for me. He wanted me to be happy.

But how?

…

Huh.

So, that was the amazing Sophie Foster?

The one who saved the world using her supercharged abilities?

She was cute.

I know that i shouldn't really be thinking that, considering the fact that one of my previously closest friends just died, and i missed him so much. And, Sophie had been his girlfriend. I should at least wait a month before thinking about her like that.

But . . .

Nah, nevermind. There's nothing i could do, anyway. She was grieving. I was grieving. Everyone was grieving. It just wouldn't be right to try anything right now.

Keefe and i had met during our first days at Foxfire. We were both Level Ones, at the time, and just kinda clicked. We were the best of friends, planning pranks for Dame Alina and some of the other girls in our Level. But then, Keefe started doing so well on his exams, that he got the opportunity to skip Level One. Of course, he took it, and we promised to stay friends-which we did. I'd sit with him and his new buddy Fitz during lunch, and sometimes he'd come over to Mageflow when he wasn't at Everglen. But he somehow managed to get more distant from me, and closer to the Vackers. I didn't let it bother me too much, though. As long as we stayed friends.

But then something happened a little while after he started in Level Four. He ditched a lot, i knew that, and i would have ditched with him if i hadn't been doing so bad in school. Life at home affects life at school, as much as you shouldn't let it. But i remember that it was after i heard about Sophie coming to Foxfire-the strange elf girl who'd been raised by humans. Her eyes were brown and gorgeous-way different than the seas of blue eyes that the elves made.

But ever since she came, he's been different. Aside from talking about her so much, over the years, i could tell that there was something up. I can't say i wasn't disappointed-even a little angry when i found out about all their involvement with the Black Swan and the Neverseen. He didn't even bother telling me about it, let alone let me come with him and his friends.

But i guess it's because me and his friends weren't exactly to tight. Sure, i'd met Fitz and Biana-I'd even run into Dex before. Tam and Linh i've never actually talked to, and the same with Sophie-aside from today. So, yeah, if Keefe had asked if i wanted to risk everything and join the Black Swan to help save our messed up world, then i would've said yes. Anything to get me away from my parents.

Long story short: my mom and dad practically hate each other, but aren't gonna get officially divorced because they don't wanna scorn the Falk name. But that never stopped their voices from echoing through throughout the halls of Mageflow whenever they argued, which was practically every time they ever talked. I have no idea how they ended up on each other's Matchmaker's scrolls.

So if running away to join the Black Swan and fight the Neverseen got me away from that, then i would have totally gone.

But he never asked. So i was left behind. Even though I'm sure my ability as Psionipath could have come in handy.

Huh.

I wonder if Sophie's gonna be okay . . .

(major time skip because i don't want to have to torture all of you with this horrible two-shot)

It's been seven months.

Seven months since i watched Keefe take his final breath.

Seven months since Keefe gave me his final wish to be happy.

Seven months since Keefe's Wanderling had been planted.

Seven months since the day i met Chance.

I sometimes still saw Keefe and would hear him talk to me. I saw him smile when i told him about how hard i'm trying to be happy without him. And then i told him about how i might have feelings for Chance. I thought he would be mad, but he told me that Chance had been one of his closest friends growing up, and that he would take good care of me if he liked me back.

Chance and i had become friends shortly after i was decent enough to actually talk to people through my grieving. I'm not gonna say he replaced Keefe, because no one could ever placed the wonderful Keefe Sencen.

But he helped fill in the hole in my heart.

His midnight blue eyes always lit up whenever he was about to tell me a story, and he always threw his head back in the cutest way whenever he laughed. The rest of my friends welcomed him into our group, too. I felt a little bad, though, because i had had no idea who he was until Keefe had . . . died. It made me wonder why Keefe had never introduced him to us while he was still . . . you know.

"Can i ask you something?" i told him one day when we were looking up at Calla's Panakes.

"Sure."

I looked down at my hands as i fiddled with my gloves. "Well, i, uh . . . it's about Keefe's Wanderling . . ." my voice caught and i couldn't say any more.

"You wanna go visit it, don't you?" he asked after several seconds of silence.

I nodded quietly. "I've been wanting to for a while, but . . . i couldn't get myself to."

He reached over and took my hand. "Want me to come with you?"

I stared at our hands, wondering why my cheeks felt so hot at a time like this. "Yeah."

"Okay. But, just out of curiosity," he started, swinging our hands back and forth playfully, making me smile. "Why couldn't you ask any of your other friends? I mean, you've known them longer than you've known me . . ."

I shrugged. "Well, you two were friends, and i know that the others have visited his tree when i couldn't, so i thought we could go together."

He smirked. "Okay, i can live with that." Then his smile faded. "When did you wanna go?"

"Like in an hour, maybe?" i suggested. "I need a little time to . . . prepare mentally, you know?"

He nodded solemnly. "Yeah, i get it. Do you, uh . . . want me to meet you there, or . . . ?"

"Stay," i said, a little too quickly. He raised an eyebrow. "I, um, don't want to be alone right now."

He didn't say anything, and i wondered if i had said anything wrong. But before i could say anything to try and fix it, he had pulled me closer into a hug. That's when i realized i was crying. When i thought that i was finally over Keefe, here i am crying again.

"Shhh," he cooed. "I'm here, okay?"

I cried against his chest. "I thought . . . i thought i would be okay. He-he wanted me to be . . . he wanted me to be happy." my voice broke on the last word.

He didn't say anything. He just kept his arms around me and rocked me back and forth. Finally, he whispered, "Do you think you can?"

I pulled back enough to look up at him as i sniffed. "I . . ." i was about to say "i don't know," but then he reached up to wipe away the remainder of my tears. His hand lingered on my face, caressing my cheek. The look in his eyes seemed to have the slightest look of anticipation but much more concern. I told Keefe i would try. Was this how . . . ?

Before i could stop myself-not caring that my face was kinda red and my eyes a little puffy-i stepped onto my toes and pressed my lips against his. He seemed genuinely surprised at first, but then he relaxed and gave in. My feet were set flat on the ground as he leaned down and pressed in deeper. My hands rested on his chest and his fingers tangled in my hair. My heart's never beaten this way or the butterflies in my stomach haven't gotten this riled up for the longest time. And i missed this feeling. Was this how i could be happy?

The kiss broke, and his forehead leaned against mine, both of us surprised and panting for breath.

Finally, i spoke. "To answer your question . . . yeah, i think i can."

A/N) Ugh. Finally. That was so bad. BasicFangirl101, i am so sorry for ruining this make-believe ship. I wanted to gouge my eyes out. But i try my best to always finish a story, even if i hate it. I've seen what happens to stories that aren't finished. It's like: Wow! Chapter 1! Even if the plot isn't that great, I'm still hooked on it! But . . . wait . . . where did the other chapters gooooo?

So yeah. I'm sorry that you all read that story. I'm so disappointed with myself. Please review. It would help me feel better. Whether the reviews are good or not. I just wanna hear from you all. I will definitely make sure that the next one-shot is actually good. Also, sorry i kinda disappeared from the face of the earth for the past few days. I was just trying to figure this whole thing out.

So, on that note . . . i will try to update on Caught in Between soon, btw.

BYEEEEEE!

*sobs quietly*