A/N: My inner Sherlock decided to show up at the end. Whoops. Here is another chapter. Chapter two is now updated and fixed. I didn't realise Will died. Sad. I like Will. Anyway, here is another Tobias chapter. Hope you all enjoy!


Chapter Three (Tobias)

Johanna is waiting for me on the corner just outside my home. Her hair has grown since the last time I saw her and it's pulled back in a red ribbon. Some things never change. Such is the way with Amity-born citizens. Despite the changes to our government and our dissolution of factions, some habits die hard. I try not to remember her as the head of the Allegiant for that reason. If I did, she wouldn't be here today. I think she knows this as I approach her. She's taken to standing an uncomfortable distance away from me at all times, even when we speak. It's a hassle but it keeps me from doing something I'd regret.

"You cleaned up," she remarks as I straighten my tie.

I don't offer a retort. I see Chris standing across the cracked and broken road speaking to Susan Black and I offer them both a wave before Johanna leads me away from the O'Hara building which now houses the Council offices as well as the police force. Chris and Susan will be holed up there for the morning before we go out to visit Zeke. Protection is important to Chris, not only for the people who mill about us on the streets but also for the people who are traveling with us to other areas of the city. She is wary about a possible uprising. It is the wounds in her that refuse to heal. I don't blame her but she knows I'm not the one who needs protecting. I could care less if I die.

Johanna walks without knowing where is she heading. I wonder if it's an Amity thing, instilled in them from birth such as selflessness was instilled in the Abnegation faction, then I figure it probably isn't. Unless walking the streets silently makes her happy. Then I wonder how she's still happy. Hadn't she lost people in the fight that took Tris and Will away from Chris and I? Or had she found a 'kindred soul' in Peter since he no longer remembered who he was or what he once stood for? I imagine her teaching him the old ways of Amity to keep him calm and quiet and non-confrontational. It makes my skin crawl. Peter is no more Amity than I was Abnegation. You can't teach an old dog new tricks. That's probably why I don't trust either of them and why she doesn't trust me.

"Silence will get you nowhere, Tobias," she says as she tucks a piece of loose hair behind her ear.

I have nothing to say to her and she knows it as I keep my gaze on the damaged pavement under my feet. But, still, she talks, despite my obvious indifference. I don't listen to her. She speaks of her sector like it'll get her out of us visiting and speaking to the citizens. She knows better but maybe she's just trying to pass the time. Either way, it's annoying and I find my hands are clenching and unclenching in my pockets as I try to reign in my emotions.

After we are well out of the city center and approaching the road to the farms, I break and turn to her. I must have fire in my eyes as she backs away from me.

"You're trying to get out of us visiting. I know you Johanna. What are you hiding there in your fields?"

I think she thought I was going to yell at her. Her posture visibly relaxes and she takes a step back toward me. I'm expecting her to answer, to keep talking, to skirt the subject but it's her turn to fall quiet as her gaze moves off to the west where I know her home is. For being Candor-born, she sure likes to keep the truth from me. This isn't t he first time she's done this to me. She raises more questions than answers and it bothers me. As leader of the Council, I'm supposed to know everything that's going on with my citizens, herself included. Maybe she's forgotten that in the year since her leading days.

"You wouldn't understand."

Of course I wouldn't. Especially if it's regarding to Peter.

I decide to try a different tactic, my eyes flicking to her. She hasn't looked back at me yet.

"Is Adora behaving where you placed her?"

Adora Miller was a former Erudite. She was one of Jeanine's pets, locked away in a lab and experimenting with different serums as well as researching the gene problem that plagued people after the Purity War. As a result, she fought for the eradication of Divergents. We found her after the war in the old Candor camp. Understandably, she was hiding out from the trials that began when the factions were dissolved. Johanna came to her rescue and decided to use her talents for good. She is now lead nurse in the infirmary in her sector. We have continued watching her for signs of rebellion.

"She's doing well."

My eyes narrow. Is that a lie? In this factionless society, it's hard to tell who is lying and who is telling the truth. It is now why we have trials. Sometimes they work. Sometimes they don't. According to history, it's how it's always been so none of us worry but we watch. That was Susan's job back at the office.

"She is worried about our visit."

"Yes," she finally looks at me. Finally a truth.

"If she's not causing any problems then she needn't worry. You have told her that, haven't you?"

"Of course I have, but, you realize her fear is deeply rooted in the past."

The past where I threatened to kill her. That's another story for another time.

"The past shouldn't be lived in."

"Should it not, Tobias?"

I know what she means. I know what she's getting at. She's been poking at my life and Christina's since I let Tris's ashes go from the Hancock building. She fears that our past will interfere with our present. She fears our bias will hinder our decision making. Maybe she should worry. Maybe everyone should worry. History tends to repeat itself if you don't learn from it. That is why I trust no one but Christina. Not even my father or my mother who are private citizens in some sector of the city. I don't care to know which one. I keep myself divided from them and their choices. I am not theirs and they are not mine.

"Caleb Prior has been poking around our sector," she offers after some silence.

That doesn't matter to me. I don't tell her that. The look on my face should be enough for her to back down from that line of conversation. Caleb Prior does not interest me. Caleb Prior should never have survived. Why do people keep insisting on speaking about that traitor? Caleb this. Caleb that. He seems to be the only one anyone talks about these days. Other members of the Council, including Johanna, are attempting to get him apprehended and put in jail. He was sentenced to die before all of this, why not carry through with the punishment? Despite what some may say, he's not doing anything wrong. Christina and I have gone over the few laws we have adopted and poking around in other sectors isn't prohibited. Our decree simply states that anyone is allowed anywhere in the city and outlying communities. Anyone is allowed to travel outside the wall if they so please and anyone is allowed to move from one place to another whether it be on their own or with their family. It's freedom. It's allowed and welcomed.

"Is that supposed to interest me?"

"He was Erudite, Tobias. He was sentenced to be hung. Does that mean nothing to you?"

There it is. She's trying to get me to make an official statement before the tour. Many leaders are tired of the Prior boy and if I take him in before my rounds, the people will be more apt to not only approve of me but to open up to me instead of Christina.

"Tris wouldn't want it."

Maybe the past has caught up with me. Judging by the look on Johanna's face, she thinks so too. She should've never chosen me as a politician and leader. But, if she has any qualms, it doesn't show as she nods in acceptance. She hasn't answered my question yet, though. I should push her. I should ask what she's hiding. She must be if Caleb is poking around and asking questions. He is smart, I'll give him that. That's the only thing I'll give him.

"So be it," she snaps and turns to head back to the O'Hara building.

I watch her retreating figure for a few moments before I turn my gaze to the sun in the west. Maybe I'll visit the old Candor compound first so I can see what I can dig up.

There is an east wind coming. I can almost feel it.