No Longer Cognates (KOTLC FanFic)

"WIP"

Intro
So....Keeper of The Lost Cities. Like what could happen if Fitz and Sophie were no longer cognates. Yeah this is also my first fanfic. I‘m not finished yet, but I’ll try to write some more. (:

Okay, it’s starting now...
A knock on the door.

“Grady?” She called.

“No.” was the answer.

Her heart pounding, Sophie dropped her memory log and headed to open it. Just as she reached for the doorknob, she paused and bit her lip.

It can’t be Fitz. She was hoping for Keefe, Biana, Marella, Dex, or even Tam! Who had never even stopped by alone! Anyone but Fitz.

A stab of guilt pierced her heart. She hadn’t told anyone about her matchmaking results. Even without a photographic memory, she would’ve remembered the shattering words of the screen: Sophie Elizabeth Foster is Unmatchable.

The only people to know were Grady and Edaline, who had been very cautious lately not to bring it up. Which kind of made things a little awkward walking out from the Matchmakers. Edaline had tried to soothe her by saying things like, “It’s alright, you had missing information, once we find out what they are, we can come back and I’m sure the results will differ.”

She had quickly snuffed out that flame of hope when she thought of how Fitz would react to the news. She could imagine his anger, how his pride would be so hurt. How it would be all her fault. How he would blame her so.

He had been so adamant that they would be matched. So sure that it would only be him. He’d even told her, I want it to be you.

But then...Keefe came to mind. Keefe had always been there for her. Always making her laugh and smile. Always understanding. A little reckless, but Keefe.

It had been 2 weeks since she’d seen any of her friends. Grady and Edaline wouldn’t let them come over, at Sophie’s request.

Another frantic knock shook her from her musings. Pasting on a smile, she opened the door.a It was Fitz. She should be happy to see him, right? And yet, a sinking feeling spread through her when her brown eyes met his teal ones. She backed up to allow him to come inside. Both of them said nothing and the awkward silence seemed to smother the air around them. Fitz broke it first, “So...uh how have you been?”

“Just fine.”

“You don’t seemed ‘just fine’. You’ve locked everyone out for the past two weeks and didn’t even allow me to come and visit you. What’s on your mind?” Fitz asked as he pulled a strand of hair away from her face.

Either, she could tell him everything now, and risk their friendship, or keep quiet and have everyone ask.

“I-I went to the Matchmackers.” She said quietly.

Fitz couldn’t seem to contain his excitement and curiosity. “Really? What did they say? Who’d you get in your list?”

Sophie shook her head. Fitz looked disappointed, but pushed a bit further, “Sophie, what did it say?” He spoke quietly, trying to coax her, “You know you can trust me, right?”

Sophie turned away. It was a question she’d asked herself hundreds of thousands of times, even losing a couple eyelashes for it.

“Come on, Sophie. We’re Cognates.”

And there it was, his infamous phrase. The words that used to make her feel tingly and warm inside now fell flat and meaningless. It seemed that he was overusing that phrase.

Forcing herself to look at him, she said, “No one’s on my list.”

Fitz looked confused, “What do you mean? Of course someone’s on your list?” He took in a sharp breath, “Sophie, are you unmatchable?”

Unable to say it out loud, she transmitted a sorrowful Yes to him. Fitz was startled from hearing her voice in his mind.