Hello! Okay so this is an idea I've had rolling around in my head since the end of Allegiant which, I have to say, I was none too pleased with. I know it's kind of a cliché idea perhaps but I really wanted to give it a shot and write. Anyway, here is the first chapter. The story will be told in dual perspectives and will contain one segment of Tris and one for Tobias each chapter, except for a couple after this one which may have some more just to get things moving a little faster.

Anyway, here is the first chapter. I'd appreciate your reviews and criticism and perhaps just tell me if anyone is interested in this premise of a story? I hope you enjoy!

Tris

Who am I? It's the first thought I manage to have when I come to, cool metal pressing into my back and the majority of my skin exposed to the cold air. I don't know why, but my first instinct is to get up, run away, as fast as you can. There's a panic building in my chest as my heart beats wildly and all I want to do is run, run, run. But I'm trapped.

My own body will not obey my commands. I cannot get up; I cannot move my legs or even open my eyes. I feel a weight holding me down, supressing every action I attempt to make. I don't know where I am or who I am or why I can't move. Have I died? Do you forget who you are when you die?

I worry no one will come for me, that I'll be stuck lying perfectly still on this metal table forever. It makes me scared, so scared I want to cry. For whatever reason there is another part of me, one that overrules all others, that determines I am not to cry. I can't show fear. Instead I work on controlling the parts of myself that I can. How quickly I breathe, how fast my heart is. One thought solidifies in my head that gives me a sense of calm. I feel it is a thought I have had a dozen of times before. I grasp to it and believe it because for some reason I feel it will be my saving grace.

This isn't real.

Tobias

I awake with the familiar pounding of my head, all the blood vessels constricting as though they were trying to keep the blood away from my brain like it will save me from my dreams. I see her there, feel her hands holding me, and hear her voice soothing me. It is simultaneously heaven and hell. I try not to dwell on it.

The bed I'm staying in feels wrong, as most beds do. This one worse though, some parts feeling as though the springs are poking through and in other spots like I may just fall in. Can't expect much when you're just being sent to whatever part of the world you're told you are needed in.

Evelyn was using my apartment in Chicago far more than I have had the chance to in the last year or so. I told her no rush to find another place to stay straight away when I'm being shuffled from one region to the next. I am their malleable tool. I do not argue or even question the places they send me. Instead I go where they tell me when they tell me to and just hope that some place somewhere might possibly not hold memories of her. As though some corner of the world won't have a sky the colour of her eyes or girls with dirty blonde hair tucked tightly into buns or swinging loosely in braids. The wind carries her laugh and the train whooshing by is the reminder of her feet running beside mine. The whole world is made of Tris.

This time I've gone the farthest I have ever travelled before. Two nights prior I'd been approached, and even though it was supposed to be my weekend off, they wanted to know if I'd be willing to ride to a city known as Baltimore in order to help with sorting out business and speak to some of the people from a failed experiment there.

I never decline. So I closed my eyes and gripped the edge of my seat the entire plane ride here, hoping that when we landed and I opened my eyes I'd be someplace completely separate from all I've known before. A desolate wasteland or frozen tundra. Instead I walked off the plane and into a land that looked much alike where I was from. The crumbling buildings and cracked black tops eerily similar to the ones I'd just flown away from.

I sigh heavily as I pull my duffel bag from the heap on the ground and numbly receive my orders. "Distraught families" and "Uncertain citizens" telling me all I needed to know. I was on crowd control. Talk to the gatherings of people, explain what is going on. Factions, freedom; Baltimore, the rest of an entire planet, one not overrun by monsters or radioactive wastelands. A world full of living, breathing people. Up until a few weeks ago they hadn't known any better. This experiment was the longest left in the dark. Almost four years after Chicago had learnt the truth.

"They're irate, almost feral. All of them are feeding off of the others. Be careful." I nod my acknowledgement to my commanding officer. I wasn't often careful. The doctor my mother insisted I see tried to tell me I was reckless due to a lack of desire to live. I always just laughed and said clearly she was not a member of Dauntless.

I sling my bag over my shoulder and accept my map with directions and a schedule. Speaking arrangements, where I'll be sleeping, all of the things I need to know but they long learned I wasn't willing to stand around and listen to. Walking forward into the city like this the stillness around me is filled with Tris. How her hand would reach out and clasp mine as we walked and the way she'd hold my name in her mouth before she spoke it to pull me into an important conversation. I imagine how different this all would be. If only she survived as she was meant to.

We'd be a team, me and her, we would set out on this somewhat noble and somewhat pointless mission of healing the world. She'd run her hand up and down my arm on all of those terrifying flights and I would rely on her intelligence to handle speaking to the confused and heart broken, the ones beyond rational thought that just seemed lost. I guess learning your whole life is a lie can do that to you.

That's how I feel, a little over a mile later when I hear the plane taking off to fly back to Chicago and I remember that Tris is not here. She will not hold my hand.

"Fuck," I mutter as I nearly fall, my eyes adjusting to the weathered wasteland beneath my feet. Damn ground is so uneven I can't even walk without nearly falling over. I focus my energy on my course the rest of the way.