Disclaimer: I do not own the Divergent Series or recognisable characters from the novels

This story will also be available on my Wattpad account Pretendingtofly. It is basically a another book which takes places if the characters Tori, Tris and Uriah hadn't died. I tried to write it in the style of Veronica Roth and therefore keeping the characters as much in character as I possibly can but I'm sure my own style of writing comes through everywhere despite my efforts.

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Believing in the Future

Chapter One

TRIS' POV

My fingers brush along the four birds flying to my heart. The final-closest to my heart-representing Tobias, despite that I haven't found the courage to tell him of this yet. Tori refused to mark my skin as she is still ignoring me in every aspect of her life.

Instead, Bud did the fourth and smallest bird. It felt weird to have another man apart from Tobias touch my skin, even the thought makes me shiver.

Returning from the Bureau was relatively quick, considering only a minute proportion of the workers within it were inoculated against the Memory Serum. The ones who were are jailed with other traitors of war in Candor cells awaiting trials that Tobias, Tori and Harrison will have to start organising soon. On top of everything else they're doing.

I scrape my fingers through my hair that is dangling above my shoulders -studying myself in the bathroom mirror before once again deciding that there's nothing I can do about my appearance. My teeth get brushed again, I change into a different one of Tobias' shirts paired with t-shirt material shorts. Anything to delay me returning to the same empty bed that met me when I woke. I can't even decide whether Tobias joined me last night while I slept and left early or he never came back at all.

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I refrain from pulling away when Zeke pulls me into a side hug at breakfast, settling for giving him an awkward pat on the arm until he lets go. Christina studies my face for a few seconds as I take interest in my plate.

"You haven't seen him at all, have you?" She asks, chewing some food at the same time, though her sympathy is clear. I shrug, letting out a small noise to convey my discontent to her.

"I understand he's busy, I was just hoping he would come and just check I was okay or something." Without an answer to give, the atmosphere on the table of three soon becomes tense and me and Christina both look to Zeke for one of his conversation starters. He softly shrugs and continues to scoff a chocolate muffin.

"Go and find him Tris. I'll still be here when you get back." I give a short nod, appreciating her reminder of our friendship no matter what.

Standing and walking slowly along the corridors, I feel better that she backs up me trying to find Tobias, which I've been considering doing since his scarce appearances began almost two weeks ago. Maybe he doesn't realise my craving for his presence when I sleep. Not for his protection or comfort, but for me to hold the knowledge he's uninjured.

It doesn't take long to reach the floor of Dauntless that holds the leaders offices and state of the art conference rooms, even this early on a Saturday morning I can hear faint voices talking in an office at the end of the corridor by a thin window looking over the pit.

"I think it would be best to infiltrate..."

"Send a small team out..."

"It's vital...enhance our communication...other cities."

As I near the office I recognise the voices I can hear as Tori and Harrison which means Tobias must be in there also. If it wasn't me, it could be humorous the way my fist sways slightly towards and away from the door and I consider knocking on the door. A loud noise emerging from a near by pipe sounding-in my mind-like a gunshot makes the decision for me. My body jumping a little with shock and my knuckle rapping against the door, consequently causing all conversation inside to cease. A part of me wants to run, a child playing a trick on their leaders because of pure boredom. A larger part overrides this saying that Tobias could easily check the cameras in the control room and see it was me, not to mention that part of me that just wants a kiss from my boyfriend.

Unfortunately, it's Tori who opens the door and the frown that adopts her mouth when she lays eyes on me makes me step back.

"What do you want?" The lack of name or real acknowledgement makes me stand up tall to prove I'm real and she has to listen to me.

"Is Tobias in there?" Her eyes roll and she mutters a yes.

"Can I see him?" I push, she steps aside as he comes to door, with cold, hard eyes that soften only slightly when he sets his gaze on me.

"Tris." It's clear he's not going to continue the sentence though his voice is breathy and unclear. Like he's thinking.

"Tobias, we need to make this plan. A city of people is more important that your girlfriend's feelings." Tori sneers at me. Tobias takes in a deep breath.

"I just wanted to know you were okay." I mutter, his gaze making me feel young and useless. His strong posture reminds me once again that he wouldn't need my help even if he was in danger.

"Well, as you can see, I'm fine Tris. I think you should go." He suggests sternly. Being kind has never been his strong point. I nod and turn down the corridor, my body still craving a hug at the very least. "I might be able to get home later."

The office door shuts and I feel a single tear run down my face. Gone is the strong posture I adopted on the way here and replacing it is slumped shoulders a solemn expression. The way he looked at me told me he doesn't understand the pain I'm going through not seeing him, and his casual use of the word 'home' reminds me all too well that currently, our apartment feels far from home. A childish part of me makes me want to run back and ask him to promise me he'll be back. Thankfully, I don't.

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"I think you should come spend the night at mine." Christina announces loudly to me. Making Uriah jump in his half-sleep state after a 19 hour shift in the control room.

"Good idea Chris, nice to share, but first, Tris." He interrupts himself with a yawn. "You need to get on your boyfriend's case about giving people jobs. These long shifts are killin' the fun Uriah." Zeke gives out a laugh that sounds like he could break out crying, he's in the same position as Uriah, long shifts. Except his is about to start.

"I think you'd do a better job of conveying it to him, Uriah. She hasn't spoken to him for two weeks, unless him telling her to sod off counts as a conversation." Christina snaps, angry with Tobias after I told her what happened yesterday.

"It wasn't like that Christina...he's just busy." I continue picking at my breakfast, not much was left by the time I had come to terms with the fact Tobias hadn't come home last night. She takes a deep breath and stand up.

"Well, let's make you busy. We have newbies to train." Zeke and Uriah give us weak waves as I hurry after Christina out of the dining room and towards the training room.

Already waiting for us though it's not quite 9:30 are about 30 people, ranging from young adult to middle aged all from different factions who want to stay in Dauntless.

Even with Dauntless many people feel unsafe or have no faction left to go to considering, currently, the factions are mostly destroyed. It's unsurprising Dauntless is the one that stayed in tact the most. Some of them have families, and for them all to stay, at least one must pass Dauntless training.

Most Abnegation are taking refuge in Amity until Abnegation is fixed and houses are allocated-another thing Tobias and the others will need to attend to. Despite this, a few Abnegation and Amity have turned up but the group mainly consists of Candor and Erudite.

"Christina's going to show you how to shoot a gun, then you will try and we'll come and correct. Respect us, and you'll stay on this training course. If not, we can throw you out, without the skills necessary for you to stay in Dauntless. It's your choice." I say coldly. Christina -copying my approach- shows the stance to shoot a gun. Her bullet just off centre. Better than she ever did in training.

"Why doesn't she shoot a gun?" An Erudite asks, gesturing to me. Always analysing.

"I bet it's 'cause she's even worse than the one that just did." A Candor. Both of them showing they chose the right faction, not that this will help them here.

"What did I just say about respect?" I say, glaring at them both with a harsh voice.

"That doesn't explain why you won't shoot." The Candor says, his dwindling confidence clear in his eyes and posture. I make the few steps over to him and sweep his legs from under him.

"Your name?"

"Finn."

"Well, Finn. I don't know whether you fought in the war or just ran. Either way there are people who did fight. With guns. And killed people. With guns. And because of my part, I'm not comfortable with firing one. Okay?" He nods shakily, his eyes meet the Ravens on my collarbone and his eyes widen.

"Tris? Tris Prior? I didn't realise it was you. I wasn't referring to y..."

"Did I tell you my name?" I snap. He shakes his head.

"Then you don't get to use it."

Next Update: Wednesday 16th March 2016