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Hi everyone :) It's here, the sequel yay! Please let me know what you think of the first chapter or just express your excitement in a review. They are much appreciated. I'm going to try to update as much as possible but we'll see how busy life gets. If you haven't read Resurrection, you absolutely should visit that first.

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Cara

"Cara, are you ready?"

I take a deep breath and close my eyes.

I was never ready for the excruciating pain that is physical therapy but I didn't really have a choice if I ever wanted to walk again.

I breathe out a little sigh and then adjust my breathing tube.

"I'm ready."

My doctor's name is Max Montgomery and he is in his early 20's. He is young for a doctor but he's nice enough, and he seems to know what he's doing. He is teaching me little things along the way and encouraging me to start taking classes.

I'm not really sure what I want to do just yet but Caleb is pressuring me in the way of medical, like him.

I lift myself up on the metal bars we use so that I can gain strength in my back and legs. I hold myself up for a few moments and then I fall back into my wheelchair.

"I can't." I whisper.

Max shakes his head, "Come on, Cara. You did it for longer yesterday; you can do it today too."

I take another deep breath and try and lift myself again.

It's funny, I'm not supposed to be able to feel anything in my legs but in physical therapy, I can feel everything.

Mostly pain.

Excruciating, mind-numbing pain.

They say that's good though, it's when you don't feel any pain that the possibility of never walking again is higher.

I last about twelve seconds and then I am back in my wheelchair.

"That was better." Max says marking something on my chart. "Do you want to take a break?"

I nod and he touches my shoulder.

"Okay, I'll be back in ten minutes, alright?" He hands me bottled water and I don't waste any time in opening it.

I drink the whole thing in one swig.

Physical therapy is a better work out than any gym.

The door swings open and for a moment, I think Max is back, but to my surprise, Caleb Prior enters the room.

"Caleb, hi. I thought you weren't coming today!"

Caleb came to visit me almost every physical therapy session, but he had class today.

He smiles at me and shrugs, "Well, I got done with class early so I thought I'd bring you a treat and maybe drive you home."

He holds out a brown paper bag to me. I take it and fold it back; a big chocolate chip cookie is inside.

I can't help but smile.

"Thank you…"

"Of course," He brushes it off, "How's it going today?"

I blow out a breath. "It's awful. As per usual."

He laughs a little bit.

"Hang in there, you're a tough cookie."

I stare at him.

"Tough cookie…get it?"

I shake my head, looking down at the bag that held my chocolate chip cookie.

"Wow, nice one."

We both laugh then and everything feels light and normal…but there's something in between us. Something heavy, and I want to ignore it but I can't.

"So…how is he?" I ask quietly.

Caleb shrugs, but he knows exactly what and who I'm talking about, but we hardly ever say his name.

"I don't know. I mean…they got back from their honeymoon today. I'm supposed to go and see Tris for lunch tomorrow."

I nod. "Where'd they go?"

"Um... Some beach in California, I think."

I knew they'd been gone for almost a month I just tried to avoid hearing anything about their whereabouts or how they were.

Well…until now.

I bite down on my lip. "…sounds nice…"

"Cara—"

"Don't, okay? I'm not…sad or anything…I'm just…"

I stop talking, because I don't know what exactly it is that I am.

"Hey, do you want to come over tonight? You can quiz me for class."

"No. Not if you're just going to feel bad for me all night."

Caleb frowns. "I am going to feel bad for you, but not because I think you're pining over Four. I'm going to feel bad for you because your apartment sucks."

He's right.

My apartment is awful, but it's all I can afford at the moment since Four and I's apartment went up in flames.

"Seriously," Caleb continues, "I think you have roommates of the insect variety. It's gross."

I shake my head and roll my eyes a little bit.

"Come on, come over. You can stay over. You can help me study and you won't have to worry about the yelling from your weird downstairs neighbors or bed bugs."

I sigh. "Okay, fine. I'll come over."

The door swings open and Max re-enters the room.

"Alright, are we ready to get back into it?" He looks up and catches Caleb's eye.

"Hi Caleb, I'm actually glad you're here, maybe you can help Cara find her strength from the other day. She's been kind of moody."

All my doctors knew Caleb because he hadn't left my side since I'd gotten shot.

"Come on Cara, put some back into it." He says.

I cut my eyes at him. "Ha. Ha." I mumble before pushing myself up on the metal bars again.

Tobias/Four

The second we step onto Evelyn's porch, I wish we were back at the beach.

I can practically still smell the air, lying in the sand with Tris, swimming in the ocean, cooking in the beach house, exploring the beach for hours, exploring Tris for hours…

It had been an experience that I can't even really explain in words.

The beach was beautiful.

She was beautiful.

And I actually made a trip on the flying death trap that is called an airplane. Sure, I hyperventilated on the way over, but once we were actually at the beach, it was all worth it, not that I'd ever do it again.

At the beach, every now and then we would have these moments.

These incredible moments where, we were both so over-whelmed that we were there, with each other, alive and whole.

Then she'd kiss me, and my world would stop for about 4.5 seconds.

I am still getting used to that.

Then just as quickly as it stopped the world would speed up again, only multiplied by two, at warp speed.

Clothes would suddenly start flying and we would get lost in each other and a sea of blankets and sheets, while the ocean crashed in the background.

Tris had brought home about one-thousand sea shells she had no idea what she was going to do with.

We had finally found our way to our own personal piece of happiness.

Being back here…being on this porch, it meant we were back to reality, back to the real world.

She reaches for the doorknob but I pull her back.

She looks up at me, a curious expression on her face.

"What?"

I bite down on my lip.

"Nothing…I just…"

I take a deep breath.

"I want a few more minutes of bliss with you, Mrs. Eaton."

She smiles a little.

"You know I can't deny you anything when you call me that."

She leans against the door, and I place my hands on either side of her, pressing my palms flat against the door.

God she is beautiful, and completely irresistible.

"We can still turn around and go back, no one will hold it against us."

Tris laughs and shakes her head,

"Except you have a brand new job to start."

"Oh yeah, that. It can wait."

"And how would that look? A political leader who doesn't show up for his first day?"

I shrug. "They'll understand. Newlyweds and all that…"

She rolls her eyes at me. "You're ridiculous. You know that?"

"I do know that, but you're the one who married me, so really, what does that say about you?"

"Come here, you." She says in a breathy sort of voice that drives me crazy in the best way.

She doesn't have to say anything else.

I am all hers.

She wraps her arms around my neck and her lips fall against mine in the sweetest, most unimposing way.

I am too pre-occupied with her lips and the way she smells and the way her hand touches the middle of my back to realize the door we are leaning against swinging open.

We both tumble to the ground and our position is embarrassingly compromising.

Evelyn is standing in the door looking down at the pair of us in confusion.

"Hi Mom…" I say, trying to keep the blush off my cheeks.

I'm married for Christ sake and I'm twenty-six!

I shouldn't be embarrassed because my mom caught me making-out with my wife.

I pull myself to a seated position and Tris does the same next to me.

Evelyn looks over the two of us but doesn't comment on the fact that we're on the ground.

"You two are back." She says in quiet voice.

"That's wonderful. I just wasn't expecting you. If you had bothered to call while you were frolicking at the beach…" Evelyn starts

"Mom." I cut her off. "I'm sorry. Okay? I just…I needed to get away from it all for a moment. Can you understand that…at all?"

It was true. I had needed space from everything. After everything that had happened, I just wanted to be with Tris, no interruptions…no updates.

She narrows her eyes at me for a moment and then she shrugs.

"So, how was your trip?" Evelyn asks, holding out a hand to help me to my feet.

"It was good, not long enough." I answer, using her hand to help myself to my feet and then holding my own out to Tris so she could do the same.

Evelyn nods, smiling a little and then she grabs one of the suitcases and drags it inside.

"That's great, I'm glad you guys had a good time." Her smile doesn't really reach her eyes though, which lets me know she doesn't really believe her words.

"So, how have things been here?" I ask shoving my hands in my pockets.

She shrugs, "Nothing new really. I've been redecorating."

I nod.

I don't want to ask what I'm really wondering about, not in front of Tris, but I don't have to wait long before I get my answer.

"Cara started her physical therapy a few weeks ago. From what I hear she's doing pretty well. The doctors are really impressed and think she'll make a full recovery one day."

I close my eyes for a moment letting her words wash over me.

Cara is okay.

The relief flows through me like oxygen.

"That's great…" I watch Tris as she moves to the couch and starts examining the different seashells from her bag.

Evelyn glances at her for just a moment and then looks back at me.

"Well, welcome back." She pulls me into a hug and I hug her back even though it still feels incredibly awkward being this close to her, but we are learning.

She pulls away after a moment. "I was just heading out though. You'll be okay here? I've got errands to run."

I nod a little. "Yes. Thank you again, for letting us stay here, I promise we'll find a place soon."

She shakes her head, "It's no problem Tobias." She touches my shoulder. "You're my son. I love having you here. I'll see you tonight?"

I nod and she leans in to kiss my check and touches my hair for a moment before walking out the front door.

I watch her leave for a moment and then I find myself next to Tris on the couch while she goes through her sea shells.

She holds a sand dollar up to the light and then places it in a pile.

"What are you going to do with all of these?"

She shrugs. "I don't know yet. I'll find some use for them though." She leans back against the couch, looking up at me.

"Do you want to go and see her?" She asks quietly.

I turn away from her for moment, not really sure I want her to see the emotion in my face but her hand touches my cheek and forces my face around so that my eyes have to meet hers.

"Hey…" she says softly. "We're married now. No hiding."

I take a deep breath and then shrug. "No, I don't want to go and see her. Well, I do but…" I shrug. "She made it very clear that she wanted her space. I want to respect her wishes."

Tris nods, "She'll get over it one day. You guys will be friends again. I'm almost positive."

"Almost being the key word there."

She smiles and then shakes her head, "Tobias Eaton, you are so self-deprecating."

I frown at her. "No I'm not. I was fine at the beach…it's just…being back here. I think I hate Chicago."

She touches my cheek. "That's why you're going to join the politics scene and make it all better."

I nod a little. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"I'm always right."

I roll my eyes. "Don't get cocky."

She laughs and then pushes herself up and over so that she is straddling me her legs on either side of mine. She places her hands on either side of my neck, her face inches from mine.

"You know…we could still do all the things we did at the beach…." She slides one hand to my cheek.

"…Maybe we could reminisce?"

And just like that, all the air has left my body and all I can think about is how good she smells, and how amazing she looks when her falls onto her shoulders like this.

"Tris…"

She leans forward and presses her lips to mine.

We barely make it the bedroom.

Evelyn

I hate coming here.

I hate seeing him, but I know it's for the good of Tobias.

It's for the good of everyone.

Tris Prior was never supposed to be here in the first place.

I am just ensuring that her presence doesn't ruin anything, that it doesn't ruin Tobias.

Because Tobias means absolutely everything to me.

I slide the key into the lock and step inside the little room that is Marcus's prison.

Acquiring the key is always easy. Johanna is hardly ever in her office, and the guard would give me anything if I bat my eyes in the right way.

"Where the hell have you been?" Marcus asks.

He is in the corner of the room today, cuddled into the corner like a rat.

I breathe out a sigh.

"I've been busy. Tobias came back from his honeymoon today."

Marcus ignores me and moves from his corner to the center of the room.

The box I'd dug up for him weeks ago is in the middle of the room.

He still hasn't told me what's inside of it.

He opens the box, and pulls out a little vial of yellowish liquid.

"What is that?"

"This?" He says shaking the little vial. "This…this is going to make me very sick, Evelyn."

I blink. "I…I don't understand."

"Tris and I…we're connected, you know that don't you?"

I nod slowly.

"If I'm very sick…" he starts.

"…so is she." I finish for him.

"Exactly."

"But how is that going to get you what you want?"

"The only cure requires medical attention, medical attention that I cannot get from inside of this room."

"You're trying to get out."

"That's exactly what I'm trying to do, Evelyn."

"If you make Tris sick, Tobias will have to agree to let you out of here." I say and then I shake my head.

"Wow…you are diabolical."

He looks up at me a grin on his lips. "You've always known that."

"So then, what? What's your plan once you're out of here?"

"It's not my plan, Evelyn. It's our plan."

I sigh, shaking my head. "How can it be that when you never tell me what we're doing before we do it?"

He laughs a little shaking his head. "I can't have you breaking down and telling Tobias everything, now can I? Mothers can never really be counted on."

"I just want her gone." I say softly.

"Don't worry Evelyn. I'll take care of it."

I close my eyes for a moment.

"I have to go. I want to have dinner with my son."

Marcus nods, "You do that, Evelyn." He opens the vial and downs the whole thing in seconds.

"And keep an eye on Tris, will you?"