Divergent and TMI crossover
I am pretty excited about this, but it's my first crossover, so please go easy on me! Thanks!
This begins a bit after Insurgent, with a few things maybe tweaked, idk.
Tris's POV
Tobias's thumb is rubbing circles on the back of my hand. My mind is already fuzzy from exhaustion, but now my heart is racing on top of it.
"How are you holding up?"
I look up at him. "I'm fine," I say.
He pulls our intertwined hands up so that he can brush the back of his hand along my cheek. My eyes flutter closed.
"Are you saying that because you're okay, or because you're Dauntless?"
I place my free hand on his arm, trying to keep him touching me. "I don't know. Maybe both?" I shrug. "I'm okay."
Christina gags. "We get it. You're a couple now. Yay," She rolls her eyes. "Shut up."
We were out past the gates now, just walking. We don't have a map, we don't know where we're going. All we know is that we need to get away from that place.
"I'm tired," Uriah mumbles. He drags a hand down his face and looks at Tobias. "Where do you think we should stop?"
I watch Tobias squint. Then he stiffens. "A bus," He announces. "Let's go."
We took a bus to a train station, to a subway, where we immerged in an overwhelming city. There were cars and skyscrapers and buses and taxis everywhere.
"Excuse me," Tobias reached out to catch a girl's elbow. "Where are we?"
She raises a copper eyebrow. Her hair is bright red, and it looks curly, restrained in a loose braid. She's wearing a skirt, tights, and a sweatshirt. "You're in New York," she says.
"Clary," A voice says, and a man comes over to her. He's twice her size—they're as awkwardly paired as me and Tobias—and he has long blonde hair, golden eyes, and a black T-shirt that appears to be too tight. It clings to him, showing off every muscle. "Who're your friends?"
"I, um, don't know." She looks at us. "They're lost or something."
"And filthy," the man replies, "where are you from?"
"Dauntless," I say.
They exchange a look. "Where's Dauntless? Is that a city or something...?" The girl looks at us, dumfounded.
"It's in Chicago," Tobias tells her. I look at him blankly. She nods.
"Well, I'm Clary. This is Jace." She smiles up at him, and he reaches out for her hand.
"I'm—" He looks at me, confused.
I shrug. "You may as well tell them. I doubt they know Marcus."
"Tobias. And this is Tris," he squeezes my fingers, and I wave at them with my free hand, "And Uriah, and Christina."
Clary smiles at us kindly. "Where are you guys staying?"
Jace mumbles something to her and she whispers back. He nods.
"We don't know," I reply.
She smiles. "My friend Simon works at a hotel," she says. "You can stay there."
We all look back and forth. I haven't been to a hotel before. I've learned about them, of course, in school, back at Abnegation, but I've never seen one, much less stayed in one. I didn't know they still exist.
We walked with Clary and Jace to the hotel, and then we had to go our separate ways.
"We have to go train," Clary says, then she bites her lip.
"Are you Dauntless?" Christina asks.
"No, I'm from Brooklyn."
Christina and I exchange a look. "I mean your faction," she says.
"Faction?"
"Never mind," I say, remembering the video, remembering the factions only exist inside the fence. "Thank you so much for everything. We have no idea what we're doing."
"Here, give me your cell. I'll program in my number."
I blink, startled, "My cell?"
"You don't have a cell phone."
"No..."
"Oh. Well, I'll swing by the hotel tomorrow with Simon when he comes for his shift, and maybe we'll hang out or something."
I nod.
"I'll just take you in and introduce you to Simon real fast," She says, pushing open the doors to a tall, fat building. We all follow her lead. Jace clings close to her side. His hands are in fists, the knuckles white. His eyes go back and forth between Tobias and Uriah.
"Simon."
"Oh, hey Clary," the nerdy kid barely glances up from a piece of paper. "What do you think of the band name Internal Combustion?"
"Closer," she says.
"It sounds like a medical disease," Jace says.
"Oh, look," he says, "guests. Welcome. What can I do for you?"
"I just met them outside," Clary says. "They were lost. They came from Chicago."
I glance at Tobias.
"Oh. Well, welcome. I'm Simon."
"Tris," I say, and then I begin gesturing. "Tobias, Christina, Uriah."
He nods. "Nice meeting you all. Would you like a room?"
Tobias nods, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a thin piece of plastic. He puts it on the counter—a credit card.
I begin wondering when exactly he got all this knowledge about what was outside the fence.
"How long will you be staying?"
"Just one night, for now," Tobias says.
"We only have a room that have two full beds in them, is that okay?"
"Yeah," Tobias says. Simon nods.
"Okay. I need to see some ID to prove you're eighteen..."
Tobias reaches into his pocket and produces another piece of plastic—an ID.
"Okay. You're good." Simon produces a single key and hands it to Tobias. "Check out's at eleven."
Tobias nods again.
He tightens his hold on my hand and says "Thank you for everything," to Jace and Clary.
"I guess we'll see you around," I say. "But really, everything you did today means a lot."
Clary smiles, "I'll be back tomorrow. It was so nice meeting you all!"
I smile back.
We turn and go up the ancient sounding elevator up to our floor.
"They were nice," I say conversationally.
"She was nice," Tobias said. "Her boyfriend was kind of strange."
"Do you ever wonder if that's how you and Tris appear?"
Tobias shoots a look at Uriah. "I, at least, spoke."
"You know, I thought they were like us, too. Not that you're antisocial or anything, but just look. Short, skinny, childlike girlfriend, with a taller, attractive, muscular boyfriend—does that sound familiar to you too?"
Tobias squeezes my fingers again. "You can be described in more ways than short and skinny, Tris."
"Do you want me to throw up down your backs? No? Then knock it off."
We rolled out eyes at Christina, and I leaned my head onto Tobias's shoulder. New York, I think, a real city. And, boy, did I have questions.