Hi readers! This is my first Selection fanfic. I love this series and I hope you guys like this.

Summary: What if in that safe room, Maxon and America didn't work anything out? What is he only got angry with her? What if she goes home and Maxon figures out he was wrong? Can America still be the one?

America's POV

I walked past the hospital wing. God, I'm such an idiot. I can not believe that I did that, on the report no less and now I've lost Maxon forever. As I walked past the hospital wing, and I bumped into someone... Maxon. SHIT! He dropped a small metal box on the floor and while he bent down to pick it up said, "What are you doing out of your room?"

"I was just going to the gardens. I'm trying to figure out if I did something stupid or not." I said.

"Oh, I can assure you it was stupid."

"Do you need help?" I asked because he looked a little hurt. He winced when I just bumped into him a little bit.

"No," he said almost too quickly, "Just heading to my room. And I suggest you do the same."

"Maxon." I said almost pleading with him, "I'm so sorry. I was mad, and I wanted to... I don't even know anymore. And you were the one who said there are perks to being a One, that you could change things."

He rolled his eyes. "You're not a One." silence. "Even if you were, did you not pay attention at all to the way I'm doing things? It's quiet and small. That's how it had to be for now. You can't go on television complaining about the way things are run and expect to have my father's, or anyone's, support."

"I'm sorry!" I cried, "I'm so, so sorry."

He paused. "I'm not sure that-"

Shouting. We followed it and heard fighting.

"Sound the alarm." someone called. "They're through the gates!"

"Guns at the ready!"

"Alert the King!"

A guard died, right in front of me. I screamed. Maxon pulled me closer and then away, probably in shock just like me. "Your Majesty!" a guard called, racing over to us. "You have to get downstairs now!"

He shoved Maxon's back and he screamed dropping the box. He picked his box back up and we continued, running down the hall. "I won't make it," Maxon said.

Something is really off with him. "Yes, sir," the guard said, "this way."

He then led us to a safe room that branched off the hallway. We went inside and as the guard was leaving Maxon said, "Tell my mother that America and I are safe. Do that before anything else."

"Absolutely sir. I'll come back for you myself when this is over." the guard said and left.

Maxon nodded and the door closed leaving us in darkness. I heard Maxon's hand rubbing against the wall, then a light turned on. I saw supplies all over the walls and the whole place smelled like the metal that made the walls.

"At least this is one of the good ones." Maxon said hobbling over to the bench.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing." he said almost angrily.

"I'm guessing those were Southern Rebels?"

Maxon nodded.

"Are we safe here?"

"Yes. This is one of the places for servants. If they happen to be down in the kitchen and storage area, they're pretty safe as it is. But the ones running about doing the chores might not be able to get there quickly enough. It's not quite as safe as the big room for the royal family, and we have supplies to survive down there for quite some time; but these work in a pinch."

"Do the rebels know?"

"They might, but they can't get in once the rooms are in use. There are only three ways out. Someone with a key had to activate it from the outside someone with a key can activate it from the inside, or you have to wait for two days. After 48 hours, the doors automatically open. The guards check every safe room once the danger has passed, but there's always a chance they could miss one; and with out the delayed-unlocking mechanism, someone could be stuck inhere forever."

I studied Maxon. It was obvious that he was in pain. He leaned forward and when he did, he hissed.

"Maxon?"

"I can't... I can't take it anymore. America, help with my coat?"

I jumped up and helped him. He dropped it to the bench and I started to help him with his shirt when he grabbed my hands and said, "Your record for keeping secrets isn't that impressive right now. But this is one that goes to your grave. And mine. Do you understand?"

I nodded and he released my hands. I unbuttoned his shirt and everything changed when I let it slide down his back. As his shirt came out is sounded as if it had stuck to his back like syrup.

"Slowly." he said and I moved around to the back to help him take it off. His back and the shirt was covered in blood.

"Oh my god!" I yelled pulling his shirt off faster.

"Ow!" he yelled whirling on me.

"I'm sorry." I said.

"Well sorry doesn't make it all better, America." he snapped angrily.

I walked over to the little sink in the corner, got a wet rag and started cleaning his back. "Maxon," I said, "Some of these look old like they scabbed over. Who did this to you? Are your parents beating you?" I asked.

"My father..." He trailed off.

"I'm going to kill him." I said angrily.

"I won't let you. You said you would keep this secret America." he said.

"Maxon! Your father is abusing you and I'm going to make it stop. I'm going to tell your mother now give me the key and let me out of here!" I yelled at him.

"No!" he yelled back, "I can take it. If I didn't he would have hit you."

"So this is my fault..." I mumbled.

"No America-" he said coming to hug me.

"No! Maxon! You're in trouble and its my fault. You have to let me out of this place Maxon. Your pain is my fault. I need to get out of here. You said that if I wanted to leave you would let me go. I want to leave. I want to save you!"

"And I'll take the pain if it means not letting you go. I want to be selfish for once and I want you to do the same. Be selfish and let me take the pain so we can stay together. I'll be selfish and make you stay." he said

"No!" I screamed and ran into a corner curled up and cried, "no no no no no no no." I said quietly to myself and continued crying. I batted Maxon away every time he came close and eventually fell asleep.

I awoke the next morning to "Your Majesty? Oh, God! I've found him, he's alive!" a guard yelled. I looked around. I was no longer in the corner. I was lying on the bench and had a blanket wrapped around me. I saw Maxon sitting asleep and waking up right in front of me sitting on the floor leaning against the bench. I sat up and he stood. He helped me off the bench and we walked out of the safe room.

"Thank you for saving me last night, Your Majesty." I said and curtsied to him when we were in the hall. "I'll pack my things. It was wonderful to meet you, Maxon. I'll treasure my time here forever." with that I curtsied again and left.

"America!" Maxon said chasing after me. I ran. I ran all the way to my room. I hugged my maids and told them to tell anyone who asked I was taking a bath. I quickly grabbed the few possessions I had brought with me and dressed in black skinny jeans, a white cami tank top and a black leather jacket. I have a feeling my maids knew that I would need something different to wear when I left. I wore black heels and wore my hair up in a bun with pink lipstick and smokey eye. I walked down the stairs and I made it to the front door. I walked out and pictures were taken, people were confused on how the one person Maxon truly loved was leaving. I got into the limo and I rode to the airport. I got on the plain. I made it to the limo in Carolina with almost no hastle and I walked into my house. I said, "I'm home."