A/N: I took way too long to begin this. I know that. I'm sorry. I hope it was worth the wait. I just wanted to thank all my reviewers for the amazing feedback I got for Divergent. I love you.

Chapter One-The Arrival

I cross my ankles over each other from my spot on the train, running my fingers through Tris' hair softly. Caleb eyes my hand suspiciously.

"It's time to get off," Marcus announces. I shoot him a look and ease Tris' head off my shoulder so it's leaning back against the train wall. I crouch in front of her and shake her good shoulder gently.

Her eyes snap open and the absolute fear in them makes my spine lock into place. Is she afraid of me? I realize there is another emotion there, too, one that I am unfamiliar with and cannot identify. She sucks in a sharp breath and holds it for a minute before exhaling in a sharp gust.

"Tris, come on," I say carefully, my eyes trying to see through her, to see what that other emotion was. I come up blank. "We have to jump."

She does not say anything, but she accepts the hand I offer and I pull her to her feet. I stay close to her side as we near the doors. I would hope that Peter is too tired to try anything stupid right now, but no one can ever be sure.

Peter is the first off the train, followed by Marcus. Caleb looks hesitant, but he jumps anyway. Tris wraps her fingers around mine, and I relax. The wind howls and it feels ironic. It is almost like the world is warning us about the danger ahead, when we just fought a war. We are not likely to be scared off now.

So we launch ourselves of the train.

The impact makes my knees shake—it's been too long since I've done that, I suppose—and I look over to see Tris' teeth biting into her lip forcefully. It's a wonder she did not draw blood. Her eyes scan the darkness and something about her expression changes. Her face warms and softens. "Okay?" She murmurs and I follow her gaze.

Caleb is sitting on the ground, rubbing his leg. He looks like a child who fell off his bicycle and scraped his knee. As if to further support my observation, he sniffles.

Tris looks away as though the idea of his injury physically pains her. For a fleeting moment, I wonder what it would have been like to have a sibling, to have someone besides Tris to love with everything in me.

And then Marcus speaks, and I am grateful for the lack of siblings. It would be selfish of me to wish for someone else to go through that.

"There are supposed to be Dauntless guards here. Where are they?"

"They were probably under the simulation, and are now . . ." I pause. "Who knows where, doing who knows what."

I go over and open lid to the keypad. "Let's hope the Erudite didn't think to change this combination," I say, typing the code in.

A second later, the gate clicks and opens.

"How did you know that?" Caleb asks, ever the Erudite. His voice is emotional, and for a minute, anger surges through me. He needs to learn to keep his emotions in check. We cannot have him sobbing if something goes wrong. And I have the sinking feeling something will go wrong.

"I worked in the Dauntless control room, monitoring the security system," I tell him anyway, just because he is Tris' brother and it would upset her if I made him cry. "We only change the codes twice a year."

"How lucky," Caleb says flatly, and I do not miss the look he gives me. I fight not to clench my fists. Tris would notice.

"Luck has nothing to do with it. I only worked there because I wanted to make sure I could get out."

I take a deep breath and Tris shivers in my peripheral vision, although I know it is not cold bothering her.

She takes the lead and I follow her silently, hoping I provide some reassurance, hoping I make her forget about the two potential dangers following behind us.

...

I watch the Amity headquarters come into view, lights shining through windows. We begin walking through a cave created by forearm-thick trees and soft soil. It reeks of mud, apples, and rain.

Marcus suddenly comes around to the front and I try not to cringe at his movement.

You are Dauntless, I remind myself. He can't hurt you now.

"I know where to go."

He leads us to Amity and he opens the doors without any security. I feel something in me stiffen anyway, prepare for a fight.

I see Johanna Reyes staring out a window. "Oh, thank God," She breathes upon seeing Marcus. She moves forward, arms outstretched as though to hug him, but she just touches his shoulders instead. It is a very considerate thing for her to do—respecting his Abnegation—but something in me wishes she would have hugged him anyway, just to displease him.

"The other members of your party got here a few hours ago, but they weren't sure if you had made it." She glances over at me, and then Tris, and then Peter.

"Oh, my. I'll send for a doctor. I can grant you all permission to stay for the night, but tomorrow, or community must decide together. And," She turns to eye me for a moment before moving on to Tris "they will likely not be enthusiastic about a Dauntless presence in our compound. I of course ask you to turn over any weapons you might have."

I immediately give her my gun. When Tris reaches for her own weapon, reach out and stop her, pulling her hand away from her back and lacing our fingers together to cover my move. It would be foolish to remain entirely unarmed.

"My name is Johanna Reyes." She offers her hand to Tris and then me. This woman is good—greeting Marcus like an Abnegation, greeting us like the Dauntless.

"This is T—" Marcus begins, but I cut him off.

There is no way in hell I am having a bunch of Amity know who I am.

"My name is Four. This is Tris, Caleb, and Peter."

"Welcome to the Amity compound." She turns to look and smiles. Something in her expression makes my stomach lurch. "Let us take care of you."

-...-...-

They patched Tris up and sent Peter off to go get healed. Tris clings to my arm, leaning heavily onto me. My arm tingles. I can feel the weight on her shoulders by the time one of the Abnegation gives her a pink-red liquid radiating heat.

"Drink this. It will help you sleep as it helped some of the others sleep. No dreams."

Tris does not hesitate. She chugs the drink down and something deep in my chest burns. She is afraid of having nightmares tonight. I lead her to a bedroom and she collapses into the bed. I walk to a room of my own think about her, about the way she was so willing to take whatever guaranteed good sleep.

If it had been offered to me, I would have taken it too.

There was no way I was avoiding nightmares—not tonight, not with Marcus in the same building as me. I collapsed into a bed and waited for the impending terror.

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