A/N: 'fore warning for you all I DO NOT hold back on vocabulary. Anyway this is my first FanFic ever so i would really appreciate it if you left me reviews. I am also sorry for any grammar errors.

Disclaimer: As unfortunate as it is i do not own the Divergent series or any of the characters or any of Veronica Roth's ideas. I'm simply borrowing some of her general ideas.

Tobias POV

I awoke in my Dauntless apartment with a cold sweat and my throat was dry and sore. Had i been screaming? I had a nightmare that Tris was gone. That she was dead. But that's not possible. No, when i get to the Pit she will be there. Waiting for me. Just like all the other initiates. Waiting for me to tell them what we are going to do today. Sure enough when I got there she wasn't there. All that happened was I got a few strange stares and looks of pity. Tris had been gone for a year now. I keep having to remind myself because it seemed do surreal. i walk to the cafeteria and sit at the usual table with Zeke and Shauna. I must have looked pretty bad because they were looking at me with worried expressions. I still feel guilty to this day about what I did to Uriah. I am reminded of it every time I look at Zeke. Even though every time I bring it up he shoots down my endless apologies and keeps saying that it wasn't my fault. Yet he can still see that I completely blame it on myself. I really wouldn't blame him if he agreed with me one day, even if it was only to get me to shut the hell up. I can also see that it still pains him, even after a year of Uriah being gone. Why wouldn't it? It's like me with Tris. It's a wound that's going to take a long time to heal. If it ever does.

"Are you okay?" Zeke asks, snapping me back to reality.

"I'm fine as long as I'm working in the control room today." I always go to the control room when I couldn't fix something. I went to take my mind off things. Most of the time ti helps. Some of the time it makes things worse.

"Today's our day off so Shauna and I were wondering if you might want t go shoot some stuff with us."

"Alright let's go." That's the thing with Zeke. he always knows when i want to take my mind off things and he also knows, from past experience in Dauntless when he was little, that shooting things and punching things were a good way to let out some of your emotions.

-(someone broke the page)-

After the three of us get done with shooting it's already time for lunch, so we head for the cafeteria.

"So, I never asked you. How did you sleep last night?" Shauna asks me.

"Same as I ever do, with the same goddamn nightmares that I can't get rid of." They didn't need to ask any further questions because they already knew that they had a pretty good guess. As I have already told them.

-(someone broke the page, again)-

Tris P.O.V

I awake in a white room, well I thought it was white. I have a lot of machines hooked up to me. I have what looks like a heart monitor on my left and what looks to be an IV tube thingie on my right. Now that my eyes have adjusted I can see that the room is a piercing, but smooth dark blue. I am startled when the door opens.

"Your up. Good. How are you feeling?" Says a familiar voice.

"Caleb?" I say. "Where am I? Am I dead? What are you doing here?" I ask all at once.

"Your not dead. At least not anymore." He says calmly.

"What do you mean 'At least not anymore.'?"

"Beatrice" I cringe as i hear my real name. "You are at the Bureau. The war is over. Do you remember anything about what you did?" He asks me. I think hard.

"I remember a bit. I remember that we planned on letting the memory serum out in the Bureau. Then things went wrong and instead of you going to release the serum, I did." I say. By now I am starting to appreciate the color of the room, yet I still don't know why.

"Do you remember anything else/ Anything after that?" Caleb asks cautiously.

"I remember that i got pas the death serum, but David shot me and that's when I died or whatever."

"Do you remember anything you said to me before you went to the weapons lab?" He's really pushing me. Why is it so important? I decide that maybe if i talk it out i will figure it out.

"I remember telling the people that came after us that you were my captive and then..." I ponder on the moment, thinking. Then it comes to me. "Tobias!" Is all I can manage to get out.