Someone Like you, Sokeefe Oneshots

Lodestar Chapter 2, but it's Sokeefe.

A/N So what this is is basically the second chapter of lodestar but if Sophie and Keefe were already dating. I guess this chapter is kinda I guess more angsty? Is that the right word? ~ Rae

"Woah, that is an epic wave of emotion you're hitting me with," Keefe said, fanning the air between them. "It feels like you either want to kiss me or strange me-and personally, I'm rooting for the kiss."

He leaned back in the chair, stretching his arms wide open.

"You're really going to joke about this?" Sophie asked, trying to keep her voice low. She didn't want Sandor bursting on until she'd gotten some answers.

"Don't come any closer," she warned as Keefe stood to approach her. "I've been practicing inflicting. A lot."

One hand moved to her stomach, rubbing the knot of emotions lodged under her ribs. Bronte was teaching her to tie them away, ready to unravel whenever she needed a burst of furious power.

Keefe's smile faded, and something flickered in his eyes. "Are you afraid of me?"

"You're the Empath"

The words hung there for several seconds, turning heavier and heavier.

Keefe sank back into his chair. "Wow . . . I didn't expect that."

"What did you expect? You ran off with the Neverseen! You realize those are the people trying to kill me, right? The same people who killed Kenric and Jolie, and almost killed all of the gnomes and-"

"I know," Keefe interrupted. "But you know me, Foster."

"I thought I did."

"You do. I'm still the same guy. All I'm trying to do is end this nightmare. If I can figure out what they're planning-"

"Nope," Sophie jumped in. "Worst idea ever. Playing both sides never works. Sooner or later they're going to make you commit."

Keefe shifted in his seat. "I realize that what I'm doing is risky-"

"And stupid, Sophie added "And dangerous, And-"

"I still have to do it. And it'll be fine. It's all about keeping the right balance."

"There's no balance when it comes to the bad guys, Keefe. They're bab. It's that simple."

"You and I both know it's never simple. In fact, I seem to remember you telling me that the villains are never all bad."

"I didn't say that because I wanted you to join them! I said that's what makes them so scary!"

"I know. But . . . I have a plan. I have to stick to it."

His ice-blue eyes met hers, pleading for understanding.

She shook her head. "We can beat them together. Team Foster-Keefe, remember?"

"And how many times will you almost die in the process?" he asked. "How many emergency physician visits will there be? And what if Elwin can't fix you? I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you, Soph!"

"What if Elwin can't fix you?"

"I . . . don't matter." 

And there it was.

 Keefe's guilt.

The most dangerous emotion an elf could feel.

Most were crippled by it. Alden's sanity had once shattered because of it. But for some people it made them reckless.