I try to keep these all within one chapter, but this one just didn't work out that way. I wanted to show the girls together, but still get Christina's take on Tobias's and Tris's conversation. The result is this POV from Christina starts in chapter 1 and contains all of chapter 2. In honor of that there is a quote from the book where it starts (chapter 1) as usual, but I'm also including a quote at the end from chapter 2 (where it ends).

The last 3 Random Voices (one each for Divergent, Insurgent, and now Allegiant) have been from Christina's POV. I'm going to try to give her a break. (She'll be back, she's already started speaking to me in a couple of other places.) Right now Zeke has been tapping is foot waiting for his turn, and three little known character's have started whispering that they'd like a chance to speak, I also have a couple of villains threatening me for their turn, and there have been requests for Will and Amar too. (Keep in mind Will can only show up in Random Voices Divergent and Amar in Random Voices Allegiant unless I decide to start Random Voices The Four Collection, which Amar could show up in. However, I can't seem to decide if I want to start a Random Voices for The Four Collection. The only ones speaking to me there are Evelyn and Amar... I'm not sure if that is enough.)

Anyway you didn't click on this just to hear me ramble...

As a reminder, I do not own Divergent, Insurgent, Allegiant, or the Four Collection, and I never will unless Veronica Roth isn't nearly as good of a business woman as she is an author, and she decides to sell the rights really cheap.

From Allegiant Chapter 1

"I want to know, " Cara says running her hand over her face. "I need to know how long we've been here. Would you stop pacing for one minute?"

I stop in the middle of the cell and raise my eyebrows at her.

"Sorry," she mumbles.

"It's okay," Christina says. "We've been in here way too long."

Factionless Prisoners- Christina

The good thing is, they locked us up together. The bad thing is, they locked us up together. If I have to be locked in a cell in Erudite, now Factionless, Headquarters, I'd rather be with Tris and Cara than anyone else I can think of. The problem is after so many days, we're starting to grate on each other's nerves. We've discussed everything we can think of multiple times. Edith Prior, the video, Tris and Four, Erudite vs. Dauntless initiation, our families. We even got Tris, one time, to tell us a little about what happened when the Erudite held her here. There are two subjects we intentionally skip over. We don't talk about Will or Caleb.

Tris prowls back and forth continually. She touches the wall each time she makes it to one end of the room.

"I want to know," Cara runs her hands over her face. "I need to know how long we've been here. Would you stop pacing for one minute?"

Cara's right. It would be nice to know how long we've been here, and it would be nice to have Tris sit for more than two minutes. Her constant motion seems to put us all more on edge. I understand why Tris is pacing. We are Dauntless. We are people of action. We don't stand still. I would probably be pacing with her if it wasn't for the bullet wound in my leg.

By a miracle Tris stops pacing, raising her eyebrows at Cara. They had made an agreement earlier that Tris could pace as long as she quit slamming her hand into the wall at the end of each lap.

"Sorry," Cara mumbles realizing this wasn't the agreement.

"It's okay," I break in hoping to keep them from starting an argument. "We've been in here way too long."

We have no idea what is going on outside. Tris has demanded that information from everyone who comes in contact with us, but she has yet to convince anyone to tell her what is happening beyond these four walls.

"I thought Tobias would come by now," Tris drops onto the edge of her cot. Her elbows on her knees, her head in her hands. "Where is he?" desperation colors her voice.

"Maybe he's still angry that you lied to him and went behind his back to work with his father," Cara says. It's a possibility, but not one Tris needs to hear right now. Sometimes Cara's Erudite observations are not helpful.

Tris lifts her head and glares at her.

"Four wouldn't be that petty," I offer in an effort to keep what suddenly feels like a fragile peace. "Something's probably keeping him away. He told you to trust him."

Back during the chaos of our arrest. Tris tried to stay with Four, but he wouldn't let her. I didn't hear most of their conversation in the rush of voices, but I did hear him tell her to trust him. So I remind her of his words.

"I'm trying," she mutters and drops her head back into her hands.

I check my watch. My leg is killing me, but it's not quite time for my painkillers. I need something to distract me.

"Hey,"

She lifts her head up and looks at me. I motion for her to come over to me.

Tris crouches by my side. Our shoulders touching. I sling my arm around her. "It will be okay. He'll show up when he can." Tris lowers her head. I rub her back, but feel her stiffen at my touch. Abnegation through and through. I withdraw my hand.

Tris runs her hands through her cropped blonde hair. "I just want to know what's going on."

Cara moves to the other side of the room so she is diagonal to us. "We all want to know that."

There is an almost comfortable silence as we each sit in our own thoughts.

"Do you think Evelyn will follow Edith Prior's instructions?" I finally verbalize my thoughts.

Tris snorts. "No, Tobias is Divergent. She thinks she owns him. For that reason alone she wouldn't let the Divergent leave." Tris smirks. "If it was just to get me out of here... they'd, we'd, the Divergent already be gone."

Suddenly the door opens. We all look up and see Four enter the room. Tris jumps to her feet. In an instant she is by him, her arms wrapped around him, her face against his chest. It's still a shock to see them this way. To see him as Tris's boyfriend and not our instructor. The only good thing, as far as I'm concerned, to come out of this captivity is we've had plenty time for our girl talk about her and Four.

He puts one hand on her shoulder and the other strokes her short blonde hair, comforting her. I feel the familiar ache in my chest. It's not fair. I miss Will.

"How'd you get in?" Tris asks him in a low clear voice.

"I'm Tobias Eaton," he answers her, and she laughs.

I'm not sure what is so funny about that statement. I suspect is has something to do with meeting him as Four, and finding out later that they were both Abnegation. Maybe his name means something more than a mere name.

"Right. I keep forgetting." She pulls away and looks at him like she is trying to get into his mind. "What's happening? What took you so long?" There is an almost desperate, pleading edge to her voice.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Cara perk up and look at him. Erudite that she is she has to know what is going on.

"Evelyn has the city under lockdown," He tells us. "No one goes a step in any direction without her say-so. A few days ago she gave a speech about uniting against our oppressors, the people outside."

I check my watch. It's finally time. I pull the vial of pain killer out of my pocket. "Oppressors?" I dump the contents into my mouth, thankful for the relief I know they will provide.

Four's hands slide into his pocket. "Evelyn- and a lot of people, actually- think we shouldn't leave the city just to help a bunch of people who shoved us in here so they could use us later. They want to try to heal the city and solve our own problems instead of leaving to solve other people's. I'm paraphrasing, of course. I suspect," He continues without pause, "that opinion is very convenient for my mother, because as long as we're all contained, she's in charge. The second we leave, she loses her hold."

"Great." Tris rolls her eyes. "Of course she would choose the most selfish route possible."

"She has a point," I can't seem to keep myself from joining in as my fingers wrap idly around the now empty vial. "I'm not saying I don't want to leave the city and see what's out here, but we've got enough going on here. How are we supposed to help a bunch of people we've never met?"

Tris chews the inside of her cheek while she thinks over what I've said. "I don't know." She finally admits.

Four glances at his watch, and I get the feeling we're about to find out why he is finally here. "Listen, I mostly came to warn you- they're starting the trails for all the prisoners. They're going to put you all under truth serum, and if it works, you'll be convicted as traitors. I think we would all like to avoid that."

"Convicted as traitors?" Tris scowls. "How is revealing the truth to our entire city an act of betrayal?"

Tobias shakes his head at her, "It was an act of defiance against your leaders. Evelyn and her followers don't want to leave the city. They won't thank you for showing that video."

Tris balls her hand up into a fist and, in a gesture that becomes more and more familiar the longer we spend in this cell, punches at nothing. "They're just like Jeannine! Ready to do anything to stifle the truth, and for what? To be kings of their tiny little world? It's ridiculous."

For a moment there is silence while we each reflect on Tris's outburst. I realize as I do that what we once thought was the whole world is just that, a tiny kingdom. Now that we have an idea that there all people outside of the fence leaving here seems possible. But right now we have so many problems of our own. If the Divergent are the answer to the problems outside the fence aren't they the answer to our problems inside the fence too? Shouldn't we use them here to help us fix the city before they go and help fix the world outside?

"Be that as it may," Four's voice sounds neutral like he's trying to make sure whatever he says doesn't upset Tris more. "if the truth serum works on you, you will be convicted."

Cara's eyes narrow at his words. "If it works?"

"Divergent, remember?" Tris points to her own head.

"That's fascinating, but atypical." She threads a stray hair back into the knot in the back of her head as she speaks. "In my experience, most Divergent can't resist the truth serum. I wonder why you can."

I shake my head fractionally. Did Cara really say that? After what little Tris has been willing to share about her last time here, did Cara really mean reopen that wound?

"You and every other Erudite who's ever stuck a needle in me," Her voice is sharp.

"Can we focus, please?" Four sounds weary. "I would like to avoid having to break you out of prison." He reaches out his hand to Tris and she weaves her finger into his. From what little she's told me about the times they spent here this can't be easy on either of them.

"All right, all right, what did you have in mind?" The anger is gone from her voice. She sounds calm and in control again. It is amazing what these two do for each other. I thought that what Will and I had was pretty special, but when I see them interact like this, I wonder if we really loved each other as much as we thought we did.

"I'll get Evelyn to let you testify first, of the three of you. All you have to do is come up with a lie that will exonerate both Christina and Cara, and then tell it under truth serum." Four answers.

"What kind of a lie would do that?"

"I thought I would leave that to you, since you're the better liar."

I realize with a start he's right. Tris is a good liar. When we were initiates I caught her several times with her tells, but letting her know how I knew she was lying only seems to have made her better at it. I used to catch her on small things like the fact she didn't kill the dog in the aptitude test, but later I missed the big things, the important things. Like when she lied to me about how she knew Will was dead, and how she lied when she said she was going to go visit Caleb in Amity.

"Yeah," Tris checks out her shoes. There's something in the gesture that makes me think she's lied to him even more than she's lied to me. "Okay, I'll think of something."

He puts a hand on her arm. "I'll talk to Evelyn about your trial. I'll try to make it soon."

"Thank you."

They stare at each other too long, too intently as if they are speaking to each other with their minds. "If your're gong to kiss, do me a favor and tell me so I can look away." I try my best to sound board.

"We are." Tris responds simply. They lean into each other like Cara and I aren't sitting here.

Shaking my head I turn and face Cara. She smiles at me and shakes her head too.

I've seen other people kiss. I remember how horrified Tris was when she saw Edward and Myra kissing in the cafeteria. I really don't have a problem seeing other people kiss, but I don't want to look. Somehow with Tris and Four it seems like intruding. There is the soft sound of lips releasing each other and footsteps starting to leave. I'm about to check and see if they are finished when I hear him.

"I wish we were alone." Four's voice is soft, but it still carries to Cara and me.

"I almost always wish that." Tris responds.

Cara laughs while I pretend to vomit as Four backs away to leave the room.

When he's gone I look at Tris, she looks stronger, more sure now that he has been here. "Sooo," I draw out the word, getting ready to make some Smart Candor remark about the kiss, but the look on her face, the one that says she will seriously hurt me if I do, changes my mind. "What kind of a lie can we come up with?"

From Allegiant Chapter 2

"I wish we were alone," I say as I back out of the cell.

She smiles "I almost always wish that."

As I shut the door, I see Christina pretending to vomit and Cara laughing, and Tris's hands hanging at her sides.