A/N: AAAAAAAND WELCOME BACK TOO… The Asheart and Ravenshade chronicles: The London Paradox!

Tris: I know! I saved you! You're too awesome, Tris. Oh my god, you say "shanks"? I SAY "SHANK YOU"! You know, the more you review the more I feel like we were twins separated at birth, like in that movie The Parent Trap I love that movie. You did?! Yay! Do you mean Sophie's author's note? Yeah, I had fun with that. That chapter had like, ONE THOUSAND spelling mistakes so, no, not perfect. This one won't, I promise. I am! Don't worry! Trobias? TROBIAS? YOU CALL IT TROBIAS? OMG! ME TOO! I always hated the name FourTris because HIS NAME ISN'T FOUR! Ravenshade101: Come, on don't pull a Tris on me! Especially after I told you I was going to say this!

So, I just watched TFIOS with Ravenshade101, and, like, BEST MOVIE EVER but like, I cried for the last half-hour of the movie.

I do not own Divergent. Or TFIOS, cause if I did, Augustus would be alive… GUS!

BTW For the thing where they edit the chapters:

If 1=Sophie 2=Mika 3=Hunter

then Narrator 2 3 or 1 narrator 3 or 1 2 narrator.

Confusing? Deal with it.

CHAPTER TWO

NOT-ERUDTIE-BLUE

I took a deep breath in, laced my fingers, looked up at my friends, and breathed out. The twins, Hunter and Kayla Kyle and our best friend London Abbey had already taken their aptitude test- they were earlier in the alphabet then me- and were shell-shocked. No one spoke, and it kind of put me on edge.

"Was it really that bad?" I asked.

Kayla looked up at me, and I could see pity in her face, then she looked down.

"What, you don't like the faction you got?" I tried for an awkward laugh.

London looked up at me with a "you have no idea" look on her face, and then she looked down.

I was getting scared now.

"What did you see?" I whispered.

Hunter looked up at me this time, and I saw no expression on his face. He looked me right in the eye. Shivers ran down my spine. For the first time in what felt like forever, I wanted to run away (Oh yeah, I scare Mika Ravenshade. Shut up).

"Ravenshade, Mika," called a man.

They all looked up at me, and stared as I slowly walked to the front, glancing back every now and then.

"This way, Miss Ravenshade," the man directed me to a door on my right. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

Inside the room was actually super creepy. There was a comfy chair, a Dauntless woman typing on a computer, and a glass with weird liquid on the table beside the computer.

The Dauntless woman turned around in her chair and smiled at me.

"Hello, Mika," she said, "my name is Tori."

"Hi," I said, "I'm… um… Mika."

"Yeah," she laughed, "I know. Come sit."

I shook as I sat down in the chair.

"Drink this," she handed me the cup.

"You're not drugging me, are you?" I asked, taking the cup.

"No," she assured me, "not technically."

"Thanks," and I drank the contents. GROSSEST THING I'VE EVER TASTED. (I know, right?You're breaking your own rules, Sophie. I never made any rules. Did Hunter persuade you? Maybe. Yes I did. It was fun.Hunter!)

"Ugh! That's disgusting!" I exclaimed, before my eyes fluttered closed.

"Choose."

My eyes opened, and I was in a completely different room. I groaned and sat up, rubbing my eyes. When I looked up I noticed two baskets in front of me. One held cheese, and the other, a knife. (Isn't it spelled "nife"? No, Sophie.It's spelled "I-D-I-O-T". *Laughing* Nice. Guys! Sorry.It was funny!)

"Choose," a voice said, and I whirled around.

"Who's there?"

"Choose," it said.

"I'm choosing till you tell me who's there," I crossed my arms.

"Well I'm not, so choose."

"Mmmmmmmmm no," I refused.

"That's really too bad."

And the baskets disappeared.

A growl came from behind me, the growl of a dog, a very vicious dog. I turned around very slowly. Whoop-di-doo! It was a Rottweiler. I had a Rottweiler once. His name was Ripper, and for a good reason. (Hey, I met Ripper, didn't? Yeah, you where wearing a blue sundress, multiple bracelets on your right wrist, an anklet on your left ankle, and bare feet. How do you remember it so well? You'll see.)

"Hey, boy!" I pretended to be calm, but the dog growled even louder, "Girl?"

The dog didn't stop growling at me, "be a good girl now! And especially don't-"

But it was to late, the Rottweiler charged me, teeth bared.

Think fast! I thought, What had worked with Ripper?

I took a deep breath, and went for it.

"BAD DOG!" I yelled, pointing accusingly at her, "VERY BAD DOG!"

She stopped abruptly and sat down, ears drooping, and she looked at me as if she was hoping I was talking to somedog else.

"YES, YOU!" I yelled, then knelt down in front of her and scratched her behind the ears, "But that's okay because I give second chances. To dogs."

"How do you mange to keep it as a pet?" A sweet girl's voice laughed to my left, "I'd be too terrified."

I looked over and saw a girl with soft blue eyes and curly golden hair. She was wearing a not-Erudite-blue -for-some-reason sundress, millions of little bracelets on her right wrist, an anklet on her left ankle, and bare feet. (Ah)

"It is a bit scary sometimes," I agreed, getting the oddest sense of déjà-vu, "especially when she-"

Does what she did next.

She growled at the blonde, and the girl's look of happiness melted away into one of terror.

"No, no, no, no!" I said, grabbing her by the waist so she couldn't bite me, trying to hold her back, but no luck.

The Rottweiler got away, and charged the girl. A scream ripped from her throat, and an overpowering sensation of protection washed over me.

"Run!" I shouted to her, getting to my feet and running to her myself, "Run! Go!"

When I blinked, she was suddenly a little toddler, wearing mini-sized but otherwise identical clothes. I had no time to register how impossible (and how adorable) what I was seeing… well, was. (Sounds like something Sophie would say. That's not nice! Thanks, Sophie, you just made it "not nice". Sorry.)

I reached the little girl and scooped her up in my arms. I ran and ran as fast as I could (Can't catch him, he's the gingerbread man.) trying desperately to save her, but no use, the Rottweiler was catching up.

The scene suddenly changed.

I was standing on a bus, the little girl was sound asleep in my arms. The only other passenger was a teenage girl with platinum blonde hair and dark, almost black gray eyes. She wore only black, and was reading a newspaper. No one was driving, either.

"Hey, you," said the girl sitting beside me, pointing to a bow-tie clad Erudite man on the front page, "do'you know this man?"

"Of course," I answered, "everyone knows him."

"Who is he then?" the way she was talking… I didn't trust her one bit.

"He's the Erudite leader's husband," I shrugged, "duh."

"He's dangerous," she folded the paper, "You know that because you know him. Personally."

In my gut, I somehow knew I did. I knew, yes, being with him is dangerous. Dangerous, but amazing. But why did I know that? (And, cue "I am the Doctor".)

"No," I shook my head, "no, of course I don't."

"You're lying to me," she decided.

"You're lying to me," I retaliated, "He's not dangerous."

"How do you know?" she leaned forward.

"Because you're dangerous," I shouted, taking a few steps back.

She leaned back in her chair then nodded to the little girl.

"That baby," the toddler was now a baby tugging at my hair and 'eating' her hand, "she yours?"

Duh, no.

"Of course," I lied.

"She's blonde," the girl pointed out.

"So's my husband," I lied again.

"You don't seem old enough to be married," she told me.

"You don't seem old enough to be a criminal," I told her, "but I guess we all start young."

There was a long, drawn-out pause.

"What's her name?" she asked.

"Sophie," I blurted, before realizing what I had said, "Why do you need to know?"

The teenage girl started laughing, and Sophie started to cry. The bus was getting smaller and smaller, I heard voices I recognized, whispering, screaming, laughing, crying. I ran out the door, holding Sophie to me, and then…

I was standing in the room I started with, but there was no chair. Sophie, the older Sophie, was standing in front of me like a reflection.

"Sophie," I whispered, reaching to touch her face and feeling only glass between us, "why did I call you Sophie?"

I gasped, waking up to find Tori staring at me gravely.

"What?" I sat up, "who died?"

"No one," she answered, "but you might soon."

(Talk about encouraging. This is a very scary chapter. LOL, not even.)

A/N: TOOK ME FOREVER TO FINISH! Thanks for reading! Don't forget to review!

BTW Totally random, but I saw HTTYD 2 last night: BEST. MOVIE. EVER. CAN'T WAIT FOR THE THIRD ONE!

Love y'as!

-Sophia Asheart