A/N: I decided to continue this story as a series of one-shots, spanning different amounts of time, showing the progression of Sokeefe. This is Chapter One but from Keefe's POV. Enjoy!

His mind was full of darkness; nothing but an empty void. The cold emptiness was all he could feel. Except once in a while, something would prod its way into his mind. A small piece of joy and color, reaching out, trying to clear out the murky blackness. Like a ray of light shining through the clouds on a rainy day. Sometimes this bit of light would speak to him. Sometimes he swore he heard it say, "Keefe. Please come back".

Keefe. Was that him? Was Keefe his name? He didn't remember. He didn't remember anything beyond this prison that was his own mind. But that light, that voice... that beautiful, gentle, angelic voice was so achingly familiar. Hearing it tugged at something deep inside him. When he heard it, he felt a pang, a desperation, a longing. He knew this voice. But he didn't remember how. And every time he was close to figuring it out, the voice faded away. So for now, he just clung on to it whenever it dove it's way into his consciousness; he held on to it, like a lifeline. It was the only thing that kept him grounded; without it, he was afraid that he would float away, and disappear into the dark abyss.

The voice continually weaved in and out of his mind, once in a while accompanied by a vision. A snapshot of flowing blond hair. A glimpse of golden brown eyes. A flash of a small but brilliant smile. Keefe didn't know who she was, but he could tell she was important to him. And he knew that it was her that kept him from vanishing into the depths of his own mind. But no matter now hard Keefe fought, he couldn't escape the darkness. No matter how hard he tried to reacher her, it was impossible.

But one day... it was different. This time, when she wormed her way into his head, the light inside of her was brighter, more intense. And for the first time, he could hear her voice with absolute clarity.

"Keefe," the voice said. "I don't know if you can hear me But I really hope you do."

"Yes," Keefe wanted to say. "Yes, I can hear you."

"Because you need to come back," said that angelic voice.

"I want to," thought Keefe helplessly. "I'm trying."

"We all miss you. We all need you." Keefe desperately wanted to erase the pain that was in her voice.

"I miss you too. And even if I don't know who you are, I know that I need you." It was true. Whoever this girl was... he knew that without her, he was nothing.

" I need you."

"I'm here," he wanted to say. "I'm here. I promise."

Without warning, a hurricane of light and color and feelings swarmed him. He felt happiness, sadness, anger, pain, and everything in between. All these emotions combined and clashed and forged and fought until it produced one single feeling. And as this feeling settled inside him, it broke the barrier around his mind. This feeling washed over him, surrounding him, overwhelmed him. Suddenly, visions started to flood his mind. He saw himself and the blond girl flying through the air on the back of an animal. He saw them sitting together, her holding his hand, comforting him. He saw himself drawing her over and over again until his hands bled. The theme of each vision became clear: it was all about her. That feeling that had settled in him was present in each and every one of these visions. This feeling held more meaning than anything else he had ever felt. He wasn't sure what this feeling was, though. All he knew was that this feeling stemmed from this girl from his visions. No, wait.. these aren't just visions. They're memories. And not just any memories. HIS memories.

This realization caused everything to flood back. Memory after memory surrounded him, and he remembered everything. But, he could only focused on one thing.

Foster.

How could he have forgotten his Foster? His light, his life, his... love. That's what that feeling was. Of course it was Foster who had kept him from fading away. Of course it was Foster, with her brilliant smile and even more brilliant heart, that had saved him. He wanted to go back to her. God, did he want to. But... she didn't feel the way he did. Did she? He didn't think so. Which is why he was terrified. Because he knew he couldn't hold back his feelings anymore. But it didn't matter. Sophie needed him. And he would always be there for her. Because he loved this girl.

He drew on this feeling, this overwhelming love he had for Sophie, and using this new found strength, pushed and pushed himself to the surface. He struggled and fought, but he refused to give up.

"I'm coming, Sophie. I'm coming".

With one last push, he burst through the veil of darkness around his mind, and his eyes flew open.