Matched

Matched: A Sophitz Fanfiction

By Sophitzmoments

== Chapter One == SOPHIE FOSTER IS UNMATCHABLE.

The words sat on the red screen, daring to be denied. Sophie started at them, blinking back tears. She sat up and walked out the mirrored door. “I’m sorry, I have to go now.”

Juji and Brisa looked at each other and sighed.

She was in complete tears by the time she got to Grady and Edaline, not having enough energy to care at the elves staring at her as she sobbed.

Both her parents were silent on the trip to the exit of Atlantis, but they occasionally leaned over to whisper “It will be okay.” But would it? Sophie thought. What would Fitz think?

Once they were at Havenfield, Sophie ran into her room at lay on the bed. You’re Sophie Foster, she told herself, Matchmaking can’t bring you down. So as soon as the crying started, it stopped. But she still felt... empty. Even Iggy’s crackly purr couldn’t soothe her.

But she felt instantly better and worse at the same time when a crisp accented voice filled her head.

Judging by the fact that your emotions read depressed, I’m feeling like the Matchmaker’s office didn’t go so well? Fitz asked.

Sophie sighed. ''Fitz, I don’t know how to tell you this. I know how much you care about your Legacy, and you don’t want to be a bad match, but... I’m unmatchable.''

Fitz’s mind went quiet for a minute, and Sophie thought he must’ve blocked her. Who cares about that?

Sophie gasped. So... you don’t care?

''I don’t. But you’re technically not unmatchable.''

Confusion spiraled in Sophie’s head. What do you mean?

Well, basically since Matchmaking is all so you won’t marry your relatives, they need your genetic parents’ names so they can access your family tree and stuff like that.

Sophie made a mental note of that. So... we go to Mr. Forkle?

''Yes. But, Sophie, even if he doesn’t tell us.. I don’t think I’ll care. I’m starting to realize I care about you more and more as the days go on.''

Sophie blushed. I care about you too, Fitz.

She could almost tell that Fitz was smiling.

Okay, he transmitted, let’s go talk to Forkle and see if we can figure out your genetic parents.