When I come to, I'm lying on grass. I try to open my eyes, but they feel glued shut. I run my hands over the grass, and it's unusually soft. Softer than the grass back home at least. All of a sudden, I swamped with memories: Being on Berk, Sarafine, Dragon, arriving at home.

Dying.

I try to move but it hurts way too much, so all I can do is groan. I sense a presence next to me, and it's as if I smell their fear. I try to move again, but it hurts way too much, so all I can do is groan.

"H-hello?" Rebecca says. Actually, more like croaks. I groan a little louder, as if in greeting.

"R-Roby?" Rebecca asks nervously.

"Hm-hmm, what?" I ask in response. I try to open my eyes to look over at her but I fail.

"W-why can't I open my eyes?" I ask hoarsely.

"I don't know Roby, I really don't know," she answers genuinely.

I hear a rustling almost as soon as the words were out of my friend's mouth. I hear heavy footsteps coming from the south and then a man's deep voice. "Stand," he commands in a voice that makes my blood run cold. I stand up, feeling light as air. I don't know why I can stand now, but not two minutes ago. I grip Rebecca's hand as if she's saving me from drowning.

"Open your eyes!" the voice commands again. My eyes snap open and I'm blinded by the light as if I just spent ten years asleep. I release Rebecca's hand from my death grip and look around us while smoothing out my hair. The forest around looks almost magical, like we were surrounded by earth and water spirits. I look at the man that told us to stand up. He looks almost thirty and his hair looks like nothing I've ever seen before.

"Q?" Rebecca asks him. I'm shocked that she's know him, but then again, I remember that she is Rebecca.

He lchuckles at her. "Yes, yes that's me," he says in a laughing tone that's must softer than before. "And you two should be thanking me, for I am the one who brought you back." I just blink at him. I have never heard of this guy before. I start to wonder about what would happen if I shot him when he starts speaking again.

"I didn't save you for anything you know. You two have lovers that aren't meant to be yours," he says. He circles us like a shark about to feast and I immediantely curl my hands into fists, feeling more Dauntless than I've ever felt in the four years that I've been reading Divergent. "But I'm generous, so you two are going back to Berk to live your happy human lives." He stops circling us and stands in front of us with his hands behind his back. "I will grant one wish to each of you." He points to Rebecca but she still has a straight face.

"Why me?" she asks him, more confident than I've ever heard her.

"You've travelled to a different reality, got the love you've always wanted, and still have the mind of a Time Lord. You're always wondering what is out there." He holds out a hand and coming from his hand is a bright light.

"Power of dimension hopping," he says looking at me. I continue to stare at him like I'm dreaming. He stares back then looks at his hand. "Well? Go on. Take it." He outstretches his hand towards me more and then I snake out my hand and grab the light. I stumble back a little the second my hand comes in contact with the light. Rebecca looks at me concerned and takes a step towards me. After I regain my balance, I feel like power has been mixed in with my blood, which it probably did.

I look back at Q and he looks at Rebecca. "Now, for you my dear, something you've always wanted." He holds out his hand but this time it doesn't have any light shining from it, there's just a different looking wrist watch. She takes it and straps it on her wrist and then she looks like she realized the cure to cancer.

"I-is this a vortex manipulator?" she asks in a tight voice.

I look back at Q one more time, before he gave a happy nod, and disappeared.

"So, what is that thing?" I ask while walking up to her.

"I-it's basically a TARDIS wrist watch. You can go anywhere, and really, anywhen," she answers, still sounding astonished.

I nod in understanding and take a step back and examine my hands and arms. "So," I begin. "How do we use these things?"

"Well, I type in coordinates, and you, I don't know," she says still looking at the watch. She shrugs then looks down at me. "Think of something maybe?" I outstretch my hand, focus on the one place I've wanted to go ever since the end of sixth grade, and a portal pops up. I instantly think of the Five-Dimensional Door from The Mortal Instruments.

"Holy Four!" I exclaim. "I'm a Shadowhunter!" I do a mental self-five in my head to not seem like a nut-bar. I look over at Rebecca and she smirks at me.

"Where are you going?" Like she needed to ask.

I smirk back, and answer her before jumping into the darkness leading to another world. "Divergent."

A couple of seconds later, I'm standing on a train with black clad people. I look down at my clothes and find that I'm in the standard Dauntless uniform. I continue looking around in hopes to see Rebecca, and she stands out above the rest, in her red sweats and yellow pullover, clearly Amity.

"Hey, Dauntless," Rebecca says clearly indicating me. The rest of my fellow faction-members look at us in awe, since we weren't there two minutes before. "Guess where we're headed?"

"Where?" I ask coolly, but on the inside I'm doing flips.

"It's right before the Choosing Ceremony," she smirks at me and points to The Hub. I start bouncing on the balls of my feet, like Tris.

"And?" I ask, letting only a little bit of excitement creep into my voice.

She grins. "No Tris."

I start bouncing more. "No Tris?!"

"No Tris," she confirms.

I let out a squeal and I just get more weird looks from the other passengers. I start bouncing about five times quicker and Rebecca leans out the doorway, and she gets more surprised looks from the other Dauntless. I remember that the Dauntless hate Amity perkiness, but I've been around my old classmates long enough to learn how to tolerate it.

She leans back in with a look in my eyes that tells me she saw my boy. "You were right," she says simply.

"About what?" I ask slowly. By now, my fellow Dauntless have begun to ignored us, and I knew it would result in someone getting hurt later. I don't like it when I'm ignored by equals.

"Four."

I walk over to the door and lean out as far as I would dare. I look to my right and see him. I know I'm supposed to be with Dragon, but I mean, come on. It's Tobias 'Four' Eaton. I'm not standing aside and letting the moment slide by. I kept staring at him until he turned to look at me. I put on my sly-Foxface-like-foxy-cool-mysterious face and winked at him before pulling back into the train car. The train started slowing, so I grabbed a Rebecca who was muttering something to herself while holding a gun. I pulled her out with me as I jumped. All I could think about was how much Christina-and-Tris-like we were. I landed perfectly and straightened up, like Peter did. Rebecca stumbled a bit, but regained her balance easily. I smirk and start staring at Four. Many images run through my mind of fan art that I've looked at of Fourtris, so I start imagining Robias fan art.

"AHEM!" Rebecca shouts. I snap my head towards her with wide eyes. "Remember Dragon?" she whispers. I frown just as a deep voice comes from behind me.

"What is this 'Dragon'?" says Eric. Lookie here, I think sarcastically. The bitch just strolled in.

"Hmm? Oh, its nothing," says Rebecca innocently. But I've fangirled over Divergent enough that Eric won't take no as an answer.

"I will not take rebellion in Dauntless, now tell me," Eric pauses to pull out a gun before continuing more slowly. "What is Dragon?"

Rebecca pulls out a gun and aims at Eric's head and all I can feel is jealousy that I never got to do it. "I told you already," she loads the gun without moving the gun a centimeter. "Its nothing." Eric cracks a smile and I know I'm hurting him before I leave.

"Where did you get a gun?" he asks in a taunting voice. "You're Amity, aren't you?"

"Apparently so. And she," she reaches under her shirt and pulls out the sweetest, wickedest knife I've ever seen up close. I almost wanted to drool. Then she made me three times as happy by handing it to me. I gripped it and twirled it with a devilish look in my eye that took me years to master. "Is Dauntless. Now if you could the gun back where it came from, we'll be on our way." Eric reluctantly put the gun away. Once he walked off, I turned to Rebecca and silently begged to do the thing she knew I was thinking.

She sighed and said, "Fine. But just once. And don't worry, I won't tell Dragon." I squealed that walked up to Four, grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and since I was a head and a half shorter than him, pulled him down, stood on my toes, and kissed him. Tris was right; he is a good kisser. I released him, and before turning away, whispered, "Never forget."

I walkd back over to Rebecca and she had this concerned look, and I could tell it wasn't for me.

"So, where to next?" she asked, pulling her wrist closer so she could punch in coordinates at a moments notice.

"Jack?" I asked hopefully while bouncing on the balls of my feet again.

"Jack," she said confirming.

I spawned a portal, and waited for her to leave before I did a thing: I turned, spun the knife one more time, threw it at Eric's shoulder, turned and winked at Four, then did a backflip into the darkness that took me to the Guardians.