A/N: Disclaimer: this chapter happens just a little bit before chapter 6. Enjoy this trash I wrote! Also this is my 100 follower special. Don't expect hardly any other A/Ns in here. On to the story!

Sophie had never known how much she cared about him, how much she needed him. Until it was too late.

She was sitting on the end of her huge bed, staring at the paintings Keefe had made for her a while back. It had been a full month since she had seen his face, and it was tearing her apart. She had grown distant with her other friends and she fought to keep together. Keefe was the one who had held her together through times like this, and now that he was gone and the Neverseen had stolen him, she was hurt. She was slowly breaking.

Only four days after he had fallen into a coma from his mom's creepy legacy he was taken. Sophie had no doubt they had taken him to a Forbidden City, they had left enough clues to show that much. The thing that hurt the most was that the Black Swan wasn't really trying hard enough to find him. Keefe had been through enough. All she wanted to do was run up to him so he could wrap her in his arms and she could say everything would be ok, just like he had done for her so many times.

"Sophie?" The sound of Biana saying her name caught her off guard.

"Hey, Biana." She tried her best to appear happy, but Biana didn't buy it one bit.

"Look at me," she ordered, striding over to sit on Sophie's huge bed, "We're going to find him, ok?"

"I know, it's just... he's been gone for weeks, and I didn't realize how much..." she trailed off, a little scared of how Biana would take it.

"How much you loooooooooove him?" She finished, giving Sophie a playful shove. Sophie's face turned into a tomato and the stuttering gates had opened.

"NO Biana! I don't love— I don't like him like, like that! Also, I'm really not in the mood, it's really been hard without him here." With that Sophie turned away to hide her flushing cheeks and glassy eyes. Meanwhile Biana wasn't finished.

"You know he loves you, right?" Biana looked sincere, like she wasn't joking, which was impossible. There was no way Keefe liked her like that.

It took a few seconds, but eventually she responded, "What are you talking about? Keefe and I are just good friends." Her cheeks still flushed, strongly against her will.

Biana looked at her, almost like she was saying I know something you don't but after a moment they went back to staring at Sophie's wall, where Keefe's paintings were hung. Tears threatened to surface as she was reminded of him being gone yet again, but she wouldn't allow it. This had to be over. She needed him.

"Ok, that's it. No more messing around with the Neverseen. The Black Swan hasn't been doing their part, so it's our job to find him. We're going to find out where they took him. We're going to get him back, and Sandor, I'm going whether you like it or not!"

Sandor came out of the shadows, glaring at her. "Miss Foster, you know I can't allow that. It's simply too dangerous."

"Ah, 'It's simply too dangerous', Sandor says. There's no possible way we can go now, right Sophie? It's not like we've ever broken that rule before." Biana's words were dripping with sarcasm, and as much as Sophie hated to admit it, hearing her say it helped her feel a little bit better. She had faced things like this before.

Just never without Keefe.

Sandor groaned and after a lot of bribing and pleading, they had convinced Sandor to let Sophie go.

"Can't I go too?" Biana asked.

"Biana, this is something I need to do by myself. I'm sorry."

"Oh I get it! You two need some alone time."

Sophie rolled her eyes and chucked a pillow at her head as Biana kept on giggling.

"We still don't know where I'm going, you know that? So how about we figure that out instead of annoying each other."

And so that's what they did. They decided they should go to Paris first, because they knew there was a Neverseen hideout there. Sophie highly doubted Keefe would be there considering they already knew about that hideout, but it was the simplest in terms of getting there because they had a crystal that lead directly to Paris, so that was the plan.

Sandor tried and failed to convince her to sleep on it so she didn't make any rash decisions. She pulled out some of her old human clothes that were in the back of her closet, only to find that they were too small. She hadn't tried to wear them since she was 12, and she was 15 now. Instead of trying to squeeze into them she settled for the plainest tunic she owned, which happened to be a beautiful shade of ice blue. The color alone brought back memories of Keefe and his laughter and his smirk and his eyes and she realized just how much she missed him. She needed him back.

Biana gave her a hug and Sandor gave her a lengthy lecture on what she should and shouldn't do while she was there (she was likely to disobey most of them anyways, like usual.)

Sophie's eyes glittered with hope as she stepped into the light of the blue crystal, needing to believe that Keefe would be okay.

••••••••

She arrived in a dim alley in the city of lights. She could hear the sound of the beautiful French language woven throughout the streets and some music playing somewhere down the road. She stepped out of the alley and beheld the Eiffel Tower, breathtakingly beautiful. She wished she could enjoy this, but she couldn't help but feel nauseous thinking about the time she and Dex were there.

She had begun to walk the streets when a giant billboard caught her eye. It was Keefe, looking like a model. Her hopes raced and though she had doubts before she knew she was in the right place. There was something off about the picture, though. On the side it said "Adrien, the Scent" and she noticed that his eyes were green, not the ice blue she had grown so accustomed to. Other than that, it looked exactly like Keefe.

Something else caught her eye. It was a newspaper, dirty and wet on the street, but still legible. Keefe, or the same boy she thought was Keefe, was on the front page. The title read as follows:

Famed Model Adrien Agreste Wakes Up From a Coma and Remembers Nothing!

Sophie went on to skim the article, none of it seemingly relevant to the Keefe she knew, other than the fact that he was in a coma. It stated that the boy was in a terrible accident following a heroic act and that he had suffered major brain damage, resulting in amnesia. She knew it wasn't a coincidence. She knew the Neverseen had everything to do with this. Whether the boy on the billboard was Keefe or the model Adrien, didn't matter. What mattered was she figured out what was going on before it was too late.

"Excusez moi, Madame?" Sophie called to a lady walking down the street, "Oú est ce garçon?"

"Il est au lycée François Dupont, pourquoi?"

"C'est privé, merci."

A/N: I just felt like adding a little French, I won't do it the whole time don't worry. You can google translate it if you want.

Sophie walked off without another word, silently thanking the Black Swan for making her a Polyglot. After finding directions to François Dupont High School, she made it there and beheld the older looking building. There was no guarantee he'd be there, the lady on the street just knew he went there for school. She snuck in through the back, trying to avoid being seen. Her memory of high school when she was with humans was not particularly fond.

She walked near the front of the school, where everyone was gathered around something, or someone.

That's when she saw him.

She knew without a doubt that the boy she was looking at was Keefe Sencen. He was surrounded by students, but something was wrong. They were all greeting him as Adrien, and they were all saying things like they hadn't seen him in a while. This must be his first day back after waking up from a coma. He looked weary, and she wanted more than anything to run over to him and give him the biggest hug she could possibly give him. She wanted to see him give his signature smirk. She wanted him to be him. The boy she saw was Keefe, without a doubt, but something was wrong and she needed to fix it.

She needed him more than anything. She needed him to be okay again.

That's when she said it. "Are you ok?"

His head snapped up from the other students greeting him, and his eyes met hers from across the room. His breathtaking ice blue eyes widened slightly, almost like recognition. She wanted to run over to him. No, she needed to run over to him. He had stopped paying attention to the other students but still he stayed there, looking conflicted. Please, she thought, remember. She was about to transmit the thought when Keefe got caught into a huge group hug, blocking him from view.

That's when the world went black and she felt herself being dragged away by two strong arms. She screamed and kicked, but the attacker was too quick. She tried to inflict but the sedative was too fast, and the thick, inky blackness carried her away against her will.

••••••••

When she woke up, she wished more than anything that she could stab herself. Old memories of being tortured by the Neverseen when she and Dex were kidnapped resurfaced, and she wanted to curl up in a ball and forget everything.

Then she remembered the reason she was there in Paris in the first place.

Keefe.

By the looks of it, he had forgotten everything. He was alone and scared and she needed to get to him. That's when the issue of the matter finally clicked in.

Keefe had lost his memories.

He didn't seem to fully remember everything when he saw her. There was certainly recognition, that she could tell, but if he had really remembered everything, she knew Keefe would've smirked and made a joke and called her 'Foster'. Then he would've come and given her a hug that would melt her worries away for just a moment. She knew him too well.

Before she did anything, she had to figure out how to get out of there. Then another horror dawned on her.

She was alone.

Or so she thought.