This is not a Zetris fanfic. Geez, can't a guy and a girl be friends nowadays?

Of course not. Not after Twilight. (Don't take that seriously. I like twilight, I just like mocking things a little more...)

We all leave Shauna's side once she is on a bed at the infirmary. She was okay to move...her arms and head. But her legs aren't working. She can't move. She can't possibly fight. How is this supposed to work?

She'd be factionless.

I remember Shauna since we were kids. Uriah and Lynn had been friends. Shauna had always near Lynn, and I had always been near Uriah. As they grew older they needed less older-brother/sister supervision with his friends, but Shauna and I kept hanging around.

We used to try to arm wrestle. I would always win. We would try fighting. I'd always win. I almost thought she would choose a different faction. She never seemed to be physically strong. But I learned that there was more to Dauntless than just brute strength, and adrenaline pumping in you instead of blood. Because of Shauna. Because of her perseverance, and her courage.

And now she might be factionless, rummaging of scraps of food, dying of hunger. I feel tears in the back of my eyes, now surfacing.

Great. A dauntless man crying. I grab a gun from Bud, and try to find someone I know. Were looking for camera lenses to paint, to avoid Erudite from stalking us. I try finding someone I know to shoot stuff with. The only person I only know, is Tris. And not well. I haven't talked to her much. Even though he's Four's girl. She's by the Chasm, so I start walking there.

"Hey, Tris." I say, going next to her. It isn't awkward talking to her. It's just that I am used to cursing whenever I try conversing.

"Hey. You made it." Tris says.

"Yeah." I say, shifting my feet one foot to the other. "We waited until Shauna was stable and then took her here." I remember looking at Shauna, her bloody wound, the bullet piercing her. Her screaming, her crying from the pain. I feel a tear coming in my eye. I Rub my eye, pretending to be tired, when really, Im keeping the little salty water in my eye where it's supposed to be.

"I didn't want to move her." I continue. "But...wasn't safe with Candor anymore. Obviously."

"How is she?" Tris asks.

"Dunno. She's gonna survive it, but the nurse thinks she might paralyzed from the waist down. And that wouldn't bother me but..." I straighten. I love Shauna. I never said those words. It would make me sound stupid, and weak. I now wonder, if saying those words, would actually make me more Dauntless. But will Shauna be? "How can she be Dauntless if she can't walk?"

I expect her to laugh, and say something like "serves her right." Or "That's what she gets for calling me un-loyal." Shauna wasn't exactly nice to her, and even I have to admit, Shauna does not deserve Tris', Uriah's, or Four's respect.

Damn, the Candor got to me.

Tris looks at the children playing tag. At least she's not saying anything about Shauna's inability to walk.

But a few seconds later, Tris says, "She can." Quietly.

I feel a wad of fire in the back of my throat, but swallow it. "Tris. She won't be able to to move around."

"Sure she will." She says looking at me. "She can get a wheel chair, and someone could push her up the paths in the pit, and there's an elevator in the buildings up there." She says pointing up. "She doesn't need to be able to walk to slide down the zip line or fire a gun."

"She won't want me to push her." I say the fire ball in my throat coming back. I try swallowing it down again, but it escapes a little anyway. "She won't want me to lift her, or carry her."

"She'll have to get over it then ." She says, and a boulder drops in my stomach. I was expecting some trash about Shauna from her.

But then she continues. "Are you going to let her drop out of Dauntless for a stupid reason like not being able to walk?"

I can't talk. I can't believe it. this is unbelievable. I don't know why Tris, of all people, would defend Shauna. She had been very bratty around any divergent.

I look at Tris, trying to see if she really meant what she said. She looks serious.

Maybe Shauna can live here. Maybe nothing would change about her disability.

Tris has given me a feeling I haven't had in a long time. Hopeful. I love the feeling that floods into me.

I wrap my arms around her on impulse. She stiffens. I know she was a stiff, and I am about to tell her to suck it up, but she limps, and relaxes. I feel something vibrate in my pocket. I take it out, still holding her, and read a message coming out on it.

"Get. Off. Her." The message is from Four. My eyes widen, and I get scared. I didn't mean it in that way, but I never saw him jealous before, and It can't be good. I know he can beat me unconscious in a matter of seconds, so I pull away.

And when I do, I have so much hope, I want to go to Shauna, and give it to her too. But instead, I say. "I'm gonna go shoot things. Want to come?" I ask her.

And as we walk to bud, I write back to Four. "Your lucky to have her. But I'm Luckier to have Shauna." As I send the message, as I smirk.