A/N: HAPPY HOLIDAYS! MERRY CHRISTMAS! I'm trying a new idea for a chapter so... you get a songfic chapter.  READ ON MY KEEPERS!

12/25/2017

Based off of Sam Smith's Too Good At Goodbyes

"Stay with me," Sophie begged. If only she could've made it faster, if only she could've saved him from the fatal wound in his leg, a dagger sticking out in his thigh-bone. She could've teleported to him and warned him, she could've blocked it, she could've done something, anything to help Keefe.

I know you're thinking I'm heartless

"Foster," Keefe choked out in a raspy voice, "You couldn't have done anything. Don't blame yourself. Please," I felt like I was suffocating in this small, dark, cavern with Keefe. "Don't give in to the guilt." If only...

I know you're thinking I'm cold

If only she could've done something. It was all her...

"It's not your fault." Keefe kept repeating like a mantra. He leaned against her now, as she let the tears run everywhere while she fumbled for some type of medicine in her bag. She didn't know what to do. If only she had stopped being lazy and stubborn and taken that stupid medicinal camp the Black Swan had offered a couple months ago. If only...

I'm just protecting my innocence

"But it is!" She shouted at him. "How can it not be?" Her words slurred through her sobs, as she swiped her arm across her face. The stubborn tears still leaked down anyway. She could feel the ringing in her ears as she spread the numbing balm across his leg carefully in long, smooth strokes, ignoring the pounding in her chest, the pressure of everything weighing in on her shoulders. If only she didn't have to do this... She felt nauseous to look at the blood.

I'm just protecting my soul

The knife was anchored in his thigh, the deep gash slashed across, and she saw the look of relief as the balm set in. The crimson blood was dried still in streaks across his leg, fresh blood still dripping from the wound. She attempted moving the leg, but he was stiff and unyielding. The pain finally seemed to have subsided.

"This is going to hurt," She warned.

I'm never gonna let you close to me

Even though you mean the most to me

Her fingers curled around the midnight black handle of the dagger and carefully placed her hand on an uninjured part of his thigh. She locked eyes, telling him what she was about to do. Her mouth opened, but he simply nodded. He always knew her. She took in a deep breath, stalling herself. But she quickly changed plans.

Cause everytime I open up it hurts

She wrapped her fingers around his waist and shut her eyes. She pressed her lips to his. It was a frenzied, passionate kiss, forceful. Her dainty hands slid down to his wound as his hands moved to grasp her cheeks, tracing patterns on her jawline. He tilted his head to the right, the friction causing her to shiver. She pressed herself against his chest harder, knocking his back into the wall. She nearly forgot the reason why she did this. She made her lips to send all the messages she could, filling it with every fantasy she'd ever dreamed.

She kept tension on his thigh with her left hand and wrenched the dagger out with her right.

So I'm never gonna get too close to you

Even when I mean the most to you

In case you go and leave me in the dirt

Sophie pulled away while Keefe turned into a statue, stiff and awkward. His face was twisted in anguish for a split second as the bleeding quickened. His heartbeat grew louder and louder as his breaths grew heavier and heavier.

Everytime you hurt me, the less that I cry

"That's... Why you... Did that, didn't you?" Keefe asked between breaths, trying to regain himself again.

"I thought it might ease the pain." She responded innocently.

"Oh, it did." He answered in a lower voice she had never heard before.

And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry

His breaths continued. And she just realized that yanking the dagger out caused more bleeding. Much more. She went with her last resort. Keefe wasn't dying. He couldn't leave her alone without him and his stupid jokes and his infamous smirk and... If only fairy tales came true.

"Don't you dare use that Foster," Keefe's hands shook erratically, gripping his cloak with a white knuckled fist. He pulled it apart quickly in long, thin strips before wrapping it around his leg, attempting to compress it, the blood still running free.

And every time you walk out, the less I love you

Sophie ignored him. The vial still contained a couple drops of the powerful elixir, hopefully enough to save Keefe. The viscous, milky colored liquid sloshed around carelessly as she told Keefe, "I will pour this down your throat if I have to." She forced her hand into his, letting his fingers wrap around the vial. Slowly. He gave her a pained expression that melted her heart.

"It's too rare," His teeth were clenched. "You saw him get injured," He continued to protest. "Save it for him." She didn't ask who he was talking about. She already knew. Fitz. She pried the image of him bleeding on the floor away from his mind.

"I can feel your emotions. You can't hide it! He's more important. I don't ma-"

"You matter, Keefe! To me! Why can't you understand that?"

Baby we don't stand a chance

It's sad but it's true

The anger lingering in the knot of emotions was loose. Mentally tying it back together, she sighed. The fury still swelled like a force inside her, the monster waiting to be unleashed- "Drink it, dammit."

He popped the cork and poured the contents down his throat.

I'm way too good at goodbyes

A/N: Woah, so that just happened. What did y'all think?

Sophie?

Keefe?

Kiss?

Elixir?

Comment down below all your theories!