A/N: OMG it's been FOREVER! I'm so sorry! I've been so busy, especially because final semester exams and all, but I'm still active on FanFiction every now and then.

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*Chapter Eighteen*

Sarah flashed through the wood-paneled walls and in an instant she found herself swiftly rolling out of a tree trunk positioned in Everglen's beautiful lush meadow backyard. Keefe followed up, moaning and rubbing his forehead. "Good, you're awake," she said brusquely, wiping her hands off on her pantleg, which had the jean's fabric curled up over the kneecap, which was bruised and red.

Keefe eyed it cautiously, getting up to his feet and running a hand through his very disheveled blond hair. "You...okay, Sarah?" he asked, carefully choosing his words, knowing how hot-headed his sister could sometimes be.

Sarah ignored him, pressing her hand on her forehead and letting out a stream of extremely colorful words that you would only find in an R-rated movie.

"Yeaaaaah, I'll take that as a no..." Keefe slowly said, his ice-blue eyes flickering concernedly over his sister's battered figure.

Sarah still took no notice to him, her head in her hand. She cradled it, closing her eyes and falling against the tree's bark, leaning into the rough wood. "Hey-no, hey!" Keefe waved a hand in front of her face, shaking his head contemptuously. "C'mon, Karce, ya gotta-"

"Karce?" Sarah said incredulously, her eyes sharpening on her brother as she folded her arms over her chest. "No way are you calling me that, you pest."

"She's aliiiive!" Keefe screeched, weakly demonstrating the jig before collapsing to the grass, grinning wildly.

Sarah scowled. "Just never call me that again if you care at all about your hair."

In a flash, Keefe was on his knees, bending over Sarah, glaring at her with a malicious smirk upon his lips. "Don't. You. Even. Dare," he muttered through gritted teeth. The effect was hilarious.

Sarah keeled over laughing, smiling at her brother and shaking her head.

"Feeling better now?" Keefe commented, cocking an eyebrow up in her direction.

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Confound you," she mumbled.

"Sorry, what?" Keefe asked, cupping his ear.

"I SAID, CONFOUND YOU!" Sarah screamed into his ear canal; and Keefe flinched, his palm secure on top of his ear.

He looked scared to say anything snarky that might've come across his mind to say.

A satisfied smirk took over her mouth as she crossed her arms over her chest triumphantly. Then all resolve faded and she shakily stumbled back into the tree again, her eyes closed.

"Um, be careful- you don't wanna accidentally teleport somewhere, do'ya?" Keefe said, lowering his gaze to the grass stemming up from the ground. He grasped a small strand and tugged it out of the soil, its roots wiggling in the air.

Sarah shrugged, her chest trembling.

"What is it?"

"Hmm?" Sarah said, her eyes traveling down to her lips. She touched them. I can't believe I kissed a member of the Neverseen, she thought, remembering the way Alvar's lips felt on hers. It had been nirvana.

"You look... shook," Keefe replied. "OH!" He glared at Sarah, his gaze settling on her mouth. "Why are you staring down at your lips, Sarah?" he said slowly.

"Uh, no reason in particular," Sarah lied, her cheeks turning cotton candy pink.

"Uh-huh. Yeah. I'm sure," nodded Keefe, putting his hands on his hips. "Did you..." Suddenly it seemed like lightning had zapped Keefe right in the head. He looked like the lightbulb in his brain just turned on. "You didn't... Saraaaaah." His eyes narrowed and he fixated his stare on his sister suspiciously. "I'm your brother. Tell. Me. Everything. Right. Now."

Sarah chuckled nervously, her arms clutching the sides of her stomach, her chipped nails digging into her loose shirt's polyester. "Who said anything, uh, happened at all?"

"Sarah" was all Keefe said. And boy did he say it sternly.

Like he knew what had occurred.

"Fine! I kissed Alvar, okay?" spat out Sarah, her eyes snapping up to see how Keefe reacted to the news.

He was wincing, his ice-blue eyes flaring with desperation and sadness and oh so much guilt and worry. They were a spectrum. "You did?" he asked, but his tone was resignated. Like he knew it'd happen eventually or something along the lines of that.

Sarah simply nodded, unsure of what to say.

"And... you started it, not him?" Keefe verified, hugging himself.

Sarah's head briefly bobbed again.

"Oooookay then." Keefe looked like he honestly didn't know what to say. Until a few minutes later, when he enveloped Sarah in a tight embrace.

Shocked, Sarah began to gently pat Keefe's back, but Keefe wrenched her hand and pulled it over his shoulder, initiating a real hug.

Tears spilled onto Keefe's grungy clothes, and brother and sister hugged like they'd never see each other again.

Because they might not.

A/N: Another author's note, woo. Mostly I'm just writing this to say sorry this was mostly a filler chapter, :(, I'll try to fit in more drama in the next one. It's kinda hard to, bc I love fillers, they make the story seem a lot more natural, I mean, huge plot occurrances happening in every chapter? #toomuch. But too many and then where's the story. So yeah.

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