A/N: Yay the wait is over!!! I expect this fic to be longer than my other one, so that's there. And here's the chapter!

Fitz read the line and raised his eyebrows, but he didn't say anything. He simply climbed into the other bed and propped his pillow against the headrest, continuing to read. Soon after, Keefe lay into bed next to him and Dex fell asleep on the couch.

"These beds are so small, Foster!" Keefe exclaimed. "How did you sleep in a bed like this when you were a kid?"

Sophie shrugged. "I wasn't used to the large rooms and houses like you guys were. I mean, you saw my house in San Diego."

"Fair enough." He pulled the blanket over him and lay down on the pillow. "Hey Fitz, you're my best friend, but a guy needs his personal space."

Fitz laughed and moved over to the other side of the bed, not taking his eyes off the book. Sophie climbed into bed next to Biana, who was already sleeping soundly. She turned off the main lights and turned on a tiny lamp near her night stand, doing the same for Fitz. He finally took his eyes off of the book and the first thing they landed on were her.

"So... You had a pretty interesting first impression of me."

Sophie's cheeks flushed in the dim light. "Let's try to move past that and focus on the real problem at hand," she suggested.

"Okay," Fitz agreed. "But, if I end up shipping Sophitz, I'll let you know." He grinned and turned back to the book, already finished with half of it.

Sophie picked up Book 2. "You do that..." she murmured, opening to the first page. As she read through it, she was suddenly glad that Keefe wasn't reading these books. Soon, she was finished with it and pulling out the last book. She closed her eyes for a moment and wondered who could know so much about her life and why they would write a book about it. Maybe the last book would have the answer. Encouraged by this, she began reading.

Somewhere around the seventh page, she heard some shuffling and saw Fitz picking up Book 2 out of the corner of her eye. There wasn't too much to be embarrassed about, since Fitz had gotten angry at her over Alden's broken mind in that book, but she was dreading him reading the third book. Still, it wasn't like she could stop him. If she didn't let him read it when she was awake, he would just finish it when she was asleep.

She shifted under the many white blankets and looked around the room. It was a small hotel room, but only after a few hours, it felt like home. She flipped through Book 3, her face warming as she realized that the very person in the book that she liked was reading only a few feet away from her. The writing was strong, and Sophie found herself immersed in it, not identifying with the narrator as herself but rather thinking of her as a character in a book like the ones she used to read before she found out about being an elf. Soon, the book was over.

Placing the book on the nightstand, Sophie turned to look at Fitz. He was on the last few pages of Book 2, his face dimly lit in the candlelight and his dark eyebrows scrunched together. His teal eyes darted back and forth from word to word on the pages. He wasn't paying attention to her, but after he read Book 3, she was sure they would be barely able to talk. Trying to postpone that moment as much as possible, Sophie slipped under the rough blankets and let sleep overcome her.