Sophie sputtered at me. 

"Fitz is broken?" She asked me, forgetting to talk telepathically to me. 

Yes. And they say that you're the only one who can heal him.

Yeah, I know that. But  why? Why is he broken?

I shrugged. 

I guess he tried to grab onto your hand as we were teleporting into the Neverseen's hideout. 

But he didn't make it in time, and now he feels guilty about it,

she finished.

I shrugged again. 

Yes. I guess so. 

After Linh explained to me why a broken mind was so bad, I understand why they want you to heal him. 

You're special Sophie. 

And I like it.

As Sophie's thoughts filled my brain, I flushed, embarassed at my own words, but strangely pleased. 

But, I was confused.

You never liked her that way before. Why now?

As I gazed upon her face, the blonde hair, a mess, the golden brown eyes, sparkling, her pink lips pursed, and the pure, yet scarred look in her face, it suddenly occurred to me why. 

She was something else. And I, we, we're connected. Whatever trial we went through, the emotions I felt, they were real, and they still are. My heart remembers, even if my brain doesn't.

I stared at her, with a newfound wonder, and awe. 

I could feel the connectedness of us, our bond, and I wasn't even an Empath. 

Sophie was relatable. 

And I think, before whatever happened, we weren't friends, but something, it happened, and now, I wanted to get to know her, to let her in, past my guards. 

She was trustworthy, honest, and she was my friend. And maybe, I want to be more than that. 

A/N: Awwwww. I'm switching to Sophie's POV now. 

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I was staring at Tam, and I didn't know why.

I had never felt this way before about him, only about Fitz. And maybe Keefe. 

Never Tam. He was interested in Biana. Even I could tell. 

But.... 

Something was new. 

And I liked it.

As I stared at him, gazing upon his silver-tipped bangs, falling into his gorgeous silver-mist eyes, and his mauve-shaded lips, quirked into a slight smirk, and I fell. 

I fell so hard. 

I didn't know what had happened, but I felt more connected with him.

Like we were finally friends. And now that we were, I wanted to maybe.... Be more. 

And he was staring back at me too.

He opened his mouth, and spoke. 

"Sophie... You've been out for three weeks. And I've been up for a couple of days now. I.... I don't know how to tell you this, but I'm supposed to leave today."

For some reason, I felt sad. And lonely already. 

"Okay. I understand..."

He nodded. 

"So, do you want to make the most of it?"

I nodded. 

"Yes," and reached across the space to grab his hand.

And he grabbed mine. 

A/N: Ah, look! Angst is gone. Ish. Wonderful. And now onto the fluff! :D And yes. It sounds remarkably like Keefe's short story in Nightfall. 'Twas not intentional. But nevertheless, it still did.