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I wake up to the faint sound of playful laughter from outside my window. I sigh deeply and stretch before peering between my curtains to find the source of the noise.

Children.

They wear brightly coloured red and yellow outfits and are playing what looks to be a game of hide and seek. I know I shouldn't but I can't help wonder if Tris and I will ever have kids. I mean we haven't even done it yet but I can't help my mind wandering into the future. Would I be a good dad? Would I be able to keep my temper at bay? But then something dreadful hits me, giving me a horribly sickly feeling in the pit of my stomach. Would I be anything like my own father?! Stop it Tobias. I tell myself firmly. You are nothing like him.

Suddenly the chatter stops and I realise the children have noticed me looking. I curse beneath my breath before pulling the curtains back in place. Right. I need to see Tris.

I clamber out of bed to find that someone has left a startlingly red polo shirt at the foot of my bed. Do I have to wear that? It's only when I reach the bathroom mirror when I realise I really do have to wear that. My own black Dauntless shirt is a little bloody from Tris' wound and smells of stale sweat. I soon decide that it would be best to change.

When I deem myself looking respectful, I make my way to Tris' place and knock softly on the door.

"Come in," she says , her voice hoarse with sleep.

I push open the door and slip half into the room. Why did I come here again? I soon realise the only reason I came here was to see her face. "The Amity are meeting in half an hour," I say, I quirk my eyebrow and lower my voice "to decide our fate."

She ducks her head and the corners of her mouth turn up a little. "Never thought my fate would be in the hands of a bunch of Amity," she says.

"Me either." I suddenly remember something I'd found in my rooms first aid kit last night. "Oh, I brought you something," I say, pulling the tiny bottle out from my pocket and handing her the dropper. "Pain medicine. Take a dropperful every six hours."

"Thanks," she murmurs, taking the dropper and squeezing it into her throat.

I suddenly feel a little awkward. I desperately want to comfort her but I have little idea how. I want to kiss her and cuddle her and make her feel special.

Instead, I cross my feet uncomfortably and hook my thumb into my empty belt loop. "How are you, Beatrice?" I cringe as it comes out of my mouth.

She raises her eyebrows, "did you just call me Beatrice?"

"I thought I would give it a try," I grin. "Not good?"

"Maybe on special occasions only. Initiation days, Choosing Days..."

"It's a deal." What are you doing? I ask myself. You came here to comfort her not to mess around. I let the corners of my mouth drop. I allow myself to ask the question I'd been avoiding, "how are you, Tris?"

I watch as her shoulders drop and she hunches forward. "I'm ... I don't know, Four. I'm awake. I..."

Just the fact she called me Four and not Tobias tells me I shouldn't have asked. I sigh and kneel down beside where she's perched at the end of the bed. "I know," I say softly, bringing my hand to her cheek and pressing my lips to hers. She wraps her hand around my bicep in response. "I shouldn't have asked," I murmur against her cheek. She doesn't respond so I pull back and make my way out of the room, "I'll let you get ready."

I walk out of her room and wander around the halls aimlessly. I wish I could make everything better. I wish none of this had happened. I think back to our first kiss by the chasm. I think back to when I took her through my fear landscape. I think back to when we kissed in front of everyone at the banquet. I can't help the longing feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I end up going to the cafeteria and grabbing myself some food before bringing Caleb along with me to fetch Tris. As much as I try, I can't help but get irritated by Caleb. His constant questioning is beginning to annoy me. I think the thing that irritates me most is that many of his questions focus on me and I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief when we make Tris' door.

Oh my. I think to myself as she opens the door. Tris' usually long, dirty blonde hair has been cut off just past her jaw. I can't help but gape at her. She looks... beautiful.

"You cut your hair," stays Caleb, his voice reflecting the surprise I feel.

"Yeah," she says casually, leaning against the doorframe. "It's... too hot for long hair."

"Fair enough."

When we make it outside I'm a little overwhelmed with the strong smell of leaves and flowers. It's a little too strong for my liking and an utter contrast from the familiar smell of the Dauntless corridors.

"Does everyone know you're Marcus's son?" Caleb asks. Not another one. I glance at him sideways. "The Abnegation, I mean?"

"Not to my knowledge, and I would appreciate it if you didn't mention it," I say rudely.

"I don't need to mention it. Anyone with eyes can see it for themselves," he shoots back.

I know. As much as it pains me to say it, I look like my father. We have the same deep blue eyes and the same dark hair. Luckily that's where the similarities end. I. Am. Not. My. Father.

He turns his head to look at me and gives me a look. "How old are you anyway?"

I know what he's thinking. I'm two years older and her ex Dauntless-trainer. I understand why he'd think this was strange. I still don't like it though. He probably thinks I'm not taking this at all seriously or using her or something like that. "Eighteen," I say casually.

"And don't you think you're too old to be with my little sister?"

I suddenly feel a pang of jealously as I let out a short, hostile laugh. "She isn't your little anything."

"Stop it. Both of you," Tris says warily.

Suddenly, a large group of Amity (dressed entirely in yellow) come out from around the corner and take the lead in front of us. We follow them into the greenhouse ahead. The amity begin to sit down on the floor giving us a better view of where we are. The greenhouse is huge and in the centre sits an enormous tree with winding branches and large roots. Stood on the cluster of roots is Johanna Reyes. I glance to my left and see the Abnegation sat in a cluster. This is how they decide on things here. Everything. They vote. I can't imagine that ever working in Dauntless.

I notice Tris to the left of me looking out into the group of Abnegation and it's almost as if I can hear her thoughts. Her eyes are clouded over with tears and I know she's looking for her parents. I gently put my hand against the small of her back and guide her behind the group of Abnegation. I wish I could cheer her up a little. I want the old Tris back. I want my Tris back. So before we sit, I pull her closer and whisper softly into her ear, "I like your hair that way."

There's so much more I want to say. I want to tell her how special she is and how much I love her. I want to tell her she's the best thing that's ever happened to me. Yet now doesn't seem to be the right time.

She forces out a small smile and connects her lips with mine. I get a pleasant yet nervous tingling in my fingertips and the butterflies return to my stomach. I haven't felt them in a while.

The moment doesn't last though as the room suddenly falls to a hush. We pull back as I slip an arm around her waist. I wish we were alone. I wish we were back in Dauntless. I wish everything was as simple as it was before.

"We have before us today an urgent question," Johanna says loudly. "Which is: how will we conduct ourselves in this time of conflict as people who pursue peace?

Suddenly, to my annoyance, the Amity around us begin talking. And quite loudly as well.

"How do they get anything done?" Tris says.

I look around at the people before me. "They don't care about efficiency," I say . "They care about... agreement. Watch."

Tris and I watch in silence as the chatter continues. Gradually, the small conversation groups come together to form bigger ones, and bigger ones. The chatter slowly dies down and soon only a few voices are heard around the room. Amazing. I didn't think it was so simple.

"This is bizarre." It's Tris who speaks.

I don't respond for a moment, my eyes fixed on the crowd before us. "I think it's ...beautiful."

I turn my head to face her as she gives me a look. A smile plays on my lips. "What?" I laugh. " They each have an equal role in government; they each feel equally responsible. And it makes them... care. It makes them kind. I think that's beautiful."

I can tell she disagrees as she gives me another look. "I think it's unsustainable," she murmurs. "Sure, it works for the Amity. But what happens when not everyone wants to strum banjos and grow crops? What happens when someone does something terrible and talking about it can't solve the problem?"

I smile a little. I love the way we agree on so little, yet we still both love each other so much. I shrug, "I guess we'll find out."

A little while later, some of the people from the crowds of Amity go up to talk to Johanna. They speak quietly in hushed tones. I hope they let us stay. Just for now anyway. I want Tris to be safe.

"They're not going to let us argue with them are they?" she says quietly.

"I doubt it."

Finally, they seem to have come to a decision. Johanna now stands alone in the centre of the greenhouse, her arms folded, her lips set firmly in a straight line. Things don't look too good.

"Our faction has had a close relationship with Erudite for as long as we can remember. We need each other to survive, and we have always cooperated with each other," she says. I guess we'll have to find somewhere else to stay. "But we have also had a strong relationship with Abnegation in the past, and we do not think it is right to revoke the hand of friendship when it has for so long, been extended." Something in me relaxes. I have no intention of staying here long-term. We have no intention of staying here long-term. "We feel that the only way to preserve ships with both factions is to remain impartial and uninvolved. Your presence here, though welcome, complicates that." I guess we have to leave then ... "We have arrived at the conclusion that we will establish our faction headquarters as a safe house for members of all factions, under a set of conditions." I knew it. Conditions. Everything has conditions. "The first is that no weaponry of any kind is allowed on the compound. The second is that if any serious conflict arises, weather verbal or physical, all involved parties will be asked to leave. The third is that the conflict may not be discussed, even privately, within the confines of this compound. And the fourth is that everyone who stays here must contribute to the welfare of this environment by working. We will report this to Erudite, Candor, and Dauntless as soon as we can."

I watch carefully as her stare drifts over to Tris and I. "You are welcome to stay here if and only you can abide to the rules. That is our decision."

EURGH. That's the first thought that comes to mind. We're already going against one of the rules by keeping Tris' gun in her room and I'm almost certain that we'll get ourselves into some kind of conflict before we leave. I can imagine it involving Marcus and I. Or Peter and Tris. I don't know. The only thing I do know is that we won't be here at all long.

Then, as if she is reading my very thoughts Tris speaks, "we won't be able to stay here long," she murmurs.

My face drops completely, "no, we won't."