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Still Keefe's POV- At the Neverseen's healing center

Keefe sighed. He couldn't take any more risks... he had to protect her, not because of Grady, not because of Tam, and not because she expected more of him, because she was everything to him.

He stared at her, and her bandages.

He still thought that she had adorable breathing, and still looked pretty, even though she had an ugly gash on her chest...

What if all this is my fault? It is. Everything is. If I hadn't tried to run away...

His eyes filled with tears.

What if she never woke up? What if what Gethen gave him was a hoax? What if she told him to go? What if she left without saying goodbye? What if she thought that it was his fault, what if she didn't love him anymore?

That didn't matter.

Nothing mattered anymore, but her health and safety.

Not even if the Neverseen tortured him and broke his bones. He would break tons of bones for her.

Just wake up.

Please.

I need you.

You don't know how much I love you, how much I care for you...

Suddenly, from the bed, Sophie gasped. She winced as she sat up. She looked at the bandages on her chest. She winced again. She tenderly felt the bandages. Then she looked around.

"Keefe? Where am I?

Keefe felt a rush of relief, joy, happiness as he ran toward her.

"You're at the Neverseen's healing center." "Why does the place smell like roses, and my bed is very soft? I know the Neverseen didn't do that."

Keefe's face burned. "That...was my doing."

She looked surprised. "Really? Thanks!"

"Does your chest hurt?" Keefe asked, needing to change the subject. "Well... not really." "Why did you wake up?" "Uh... because I want to?"

"I mean, how?"

"Well... I heard you."

"Heard me how?"

"It's like when Fitz transmits to me."

Oh, no.

"H-heard me? Everything?" Keefe bit his lip.

Sophie blushed. She stood up. Or at least, tried to. Keefe studded her. She fell into his arms. Keefe hugged her back. "I missed you," he said. "I missed you too. And, yes, I love you too."

He hugged her tighter.

"I was so worried," he said and burst into tears.

Sophie let him soak her shirt with tears.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't be crying." "Don't be," She said. I would be crying too if I was you."

"Keefe? Did I just hear Sophie's voice?"

Of course, Fitzy was here. He had to ruin all the Sokeefe moments. About a month ago, he'd been jealous of Fitz, from the way Foster felt about him. But that was over. He had Foster now.

They broke apart. "Fitz!"

"Sophie! you're awake!"

They hugged, but not as long as the Sokeefe hug. that lasted, like four minutes. the Fitzphie hug lasted for, about thirty seconds.

More proof that Team Foster-Keefe is going to win!

"So, um, should we tell the Neverseen that you're awake?"

"I wouldn't. I would just lie there, so that I wouldn't get in trouble, and that I didn't have to train," Keefe suggested.

"Smart," Foster smiled a Foster smile at him, a smile that made his heart flutter. Fitz scowled at them. "What's wrong, Fitzy?" "Nothing. The Neverseen made me an Empath... A very powerful one..."

Oh. So Fitzy must've felt my mood shift.

"Okay, um, you need your rest," Keefe said, trying to change the subject.

"No, wait. How did you transmit to me?" Foster asked.

"Um... I just thought of you...?" Keefe said awkwardly. Foster smiled. "Now we could transmit to each other! It's like your powers made you like a Telepath!"

Ritzy scowled again. And, he wasn't good at scowling. His scowls looked like he was trying to awkwardly and angrily smile.

Keefe laughed. "Okay, then... Get on the bed..."

Foster tried to, but her chest wouldn't let her. "Here, I'll help." Keefe levitated her on the bed. "Thanks," she said. "No problem." He told her with a smirk-ish smile. "Okay, now pretend that you're asleep."

She closed her eyes, looking adorable again.

"Okay, so," Ritz said.

"We should... get to sleep too," Keefe said.

"Yeah," Foster agreed.

Keefe went over and wandered out of the cave. "Hey Gisele, where's my room?" "Find it yourself!" That was her only reply. "You give me my room or else I'll set off the Stinkfume Bomb I got from Kesler!"

Mommy Dearest appeared a moment later. "I'm not done braiding my hair," she said, "But I'll show you your room."

Grumbling, she walked right, right, left, right, left, and left. "There," she said. "Now leave me alone." She stalked away without another word, leaving Keefe alone, knowing that he couldn't sleep.

He sat on the rocky chair for he didn't know how long, and then thought, I should visit Foster for the fiftieth time. SHUT UP, BRAIN! he mentally shouted.

But after another hour, his brain gave in. What if she needed anything?

He went out of his room. Boy, this place is a maze, he thought. How would I ever know where everything is?

He went back to his room.

After a minute, (Or maybe just 43 seconds, yes, he was counting), he heard "Keefe?"

He ran to his cave's entrance.

"Foster?"

"Keefe! You're still awake!"

"What makes you think that I haven't slept, and then woke up again?"

"Oh, come on. I know that you couldn't sleep.."

"How did you know that this was my room?" Keefe asked, changing the subject.

'I just followed the instructions that Lady Gisela said."

"Okay, so... What do we do now?"

"I could call for Silveny, she could fly here, we could get out using the map outside your cave to navigate, we fly away, get a team, and come back and rescue Fitz! what do you say?"

"I'm definitely slow. And, maybe we should wait until tomorrow? We have to prepare."

"Sure," she said. We're going to bring Team Valiant, Tam, and maybe Maruca."

Suddenly, a beam of moonlight peeked through his window (How did he not notice?) and landed on Foster's hair. It made her look even more beautiful. This might not be the time to do this, but...

"Stop," he said.

Foster froze. "What?"

He plucked a rose from a pile of stuff (Again, how, how did he not notice) and tucked it into her hair.

"I want to remember," he said, "I want to remember you, how you shine like the moon, even if my memories are erased. I want to remember, that we are together, even in the toughest moments. I want to remember you."

He pulled her in for a kiss, and the fireworks came again, exploding, making his heart race, after a moment, she kissed him back.

We are meant to be together. We are the future.

They stood there, for about twenty minutes, savouring, it, until Keefe broke out.

Foster stared at him.

Keefe felt his face burn.

"Sorry-"

"You have nothing to apologize for," she said and pulled him to a kiss. (Not as long as the first one, this one was very, too quick)

"So, um, did I hurt you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're chest."

"Oh, no. I'm fine. Better, than fine," she said. She looked down at her feet. "Could I, um, sleep with you?"

Keefe smirked. 'If you're saying you're afraid of the dark-"

Foster gently bumped his shoulder. "You know what I mean."

"I do," he said and invited her to his bed, and miraculously, it seemed to stretch and stretch until it was fit for both of them. It was also strangely soft, which Keefe hadn't felt before.

This place is very creepy, but I have a feeling that we're going to escape. Together.