Wendy's POV

Age: 18

Weeks came and went on the faction fields, having me got through the motions as if they were nothing but regular out in the sun, getting the produce and spending the early evening with my friends and fellow faction workers. I was used to this now, since it's been two years since I've moved here, but now, it was all different. Now, the feeling of routine was long gone.

All because of Eric.

I was beyond glad to have seen him again, and to show him what he meant for me. Since we first kissed when we were fifteen, I could feel myself falling for him. Moment by moment, with every glance we would share with one another, and every touch of skin, made me realize that I was falling for him. Such a thing to feel for him, when I knew it was not meant to be. Faction over blood, I stay with mine and he stays with his. What a burden to feel and to know will be true instead of a dream.

But when night came, I pushed those thought aside when he would come on his nightshift. He came in the military vehicles, always being greeted by the uneasiness of the Amity people. But once we locked eyes. all of those fears left me within minutes. However, I knew I had to play the part of a good Amity, as well as he playing the good soldier. During dinner as we ate under the large trees within the open dome, the Dauntless soldiers would patrol around us and make sure we were safe. Some of us even questioned why they were there with us, and a few of our leaders reassured us that it was merely routine and they do this with all the factions.

Every night Eric and I would meet and talk about our lives up until we reunited some times before. He would tell me of the training, all the elements that went into the training and how they were treated there. I did the same, seeing him stare at me with interest as I told him all I did with Amity. It was if nothing happened between us, only distance was the difference. Every night we would meet, the closer we've become as friends, though we both knew we wanted something more between the both of us. It was harder and harder to see him leave in the morning as the days went by, making me firmly believe that his presence was now my soothing center, not nature as I was taught in Amity.

"He seems to watch you." Sasha said to me as we were both sitting at the dinning tree, making the mends on our shirts during our free time after supper. I looked to see whom she was talking to, behind us at the other end of the area I saw Eric walking around, looking at the people with his stern look on his face and showing his stature as a solider.

"He does not, you must be mistaken Sasha." I reassured her, though I knew she was telling the truth. I watched her as she mended her shirt some more, a small smile on his face.

"He looks at you every other seconds or so, and I see his eyes follow you whenever you move from one place to another." Sasha explained to me, having me pause with my own mending and look down at my hands. She too was a bit smart for her own good, for the good of Amity. I just shook it off, trying to be as as natural as I could.

"He's just doing his job, Sasha. As should we." I reminded her, hearing her giggle and nod her head as she finished her own shirt and moved onto the next piece of clothing. I finished with my own shirt, it being the last one and then seeing that I was done with my chores for the day. I took my shirts and pants in my hands, placing them in the bag I would use for laundry and then hoisting it over my shoulder.

"I'm turning in and having my solo time at the tree." I informed her, seeing her wave me off while mending her new piece of clothing.

"You tend to do so every night, who am I to stop you." Sasha said, having me smirk and turn from her, starting to walk by myself and hearing the cool wind against the tree branches and how the wind made the open dome creaked and cracked in the night air. I walked on, past the dinning tree and over to the cabins that we had, I could hear him, far behind me, following me and looking as if he was doing his regular patrol. I had to hide the fact that I was excited to see him, I had to put on a show about it, but the burning in the cheeks made it otherwise.

As soon as I made it to the cabin, the one where I was living, I peered inside for a brief moment to make sure that no one else was there. The cabins held at least 6 people per cabin. Each cabin had it's own private quarter, a smallish room with a bed, drawers, one mirror that was on the dresser, and a few little things here and there that we would collect. My room was towards the back of the cabin, and it happened to be the largest one since I was the last to move into this cabin.

Placing the laundry basket in the cabin, I looking inside one more time before I moved my hand to the door, knocking on it three times before moving to the back of the cabin where my area was. I heard the door opening and then closing, then the sound of a gun being moved around and placed on the floor. I grinned, knowing who it was fully well.

"You're going be caught one of these days." I reminded him, turning around at my end of the cabin and see Eric there in my cabin, a smile on his face. He walked over to me, his smirk never leaving his face as I watched him with my eyes and my own grin.

"What makes you say that?" He asked me with a raised eyebrow, having me see him stand right in front of me and placed his hands on my waist carefully.

"Sasha saw you looking at me plenty of times today." I said to him in a warning tone, feeling him inch closer to me where our lips were so close to touching. He only smiled, showing how careful he was when it came to pushing the boundaries in our relationship. Eric was careful with me, careful enough to think of me as a porcelain doll.

"I'll try to be more carful, I swear." He said in a nicer tone, though I knew he was still trying to be nice about it. I grinned, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into a hug. His arms wrapped about me as if I was so small in his massive arms. I breathed him in, my head against his chest and hearing him hum against my hair. He knew how to bring me peace, how to bring my joy and make me feel love. Just feeling him hold me already made me fall for him even more.

"I've miss you today." He whispered in my hair, having my hold on him tighten and feel him kiss my head.

"You've tend to miss me constantly." I whispered back to him, now feeling his hold tighten and his fingers sprawl along my backside.

"It tends to be boring back at Dauntless, though I'm working my up to being a leader." Eric explained to me, pulling away slightly to look down at me. I smiled up at him from my spot in his arms and see him beam down at me. He was moving up in the world of Dauntless, and I wanted to tell him the same.

"As am I." I explained to him, seeing him watch me now in confusion as I continued, "They've asked me to start training as a counselor for the sick in the city and here in Amity. And if I'm good enough, I can go to other factions and counsel at their hospitals."

"And I take that as a good thing?" He asked me in a weary tone, having me nod my head in a smirk.

"A very good thing, yes. It's a high honor to be a counselor here in Amity, better than being a fruit picker for the rest of my life." I explained to him in a small smile, seeing him then reach up to push some of my hair from my eyes and trace my face with his fingers, something he would always do with me when we were alone together.

"And that also means I leave Amity for a good awhile." I said to him, having him pause his tracing on my and watch me out with serious eyes.

"Leave Amity?" He asked me, having me nod my head and take a deep breath. I knew this was going to be a serious talk with him, almost a fight if we both were going to be stubborn about it.

"Yes, I have to train outside the faction. My leader told me that I could be gone for months at a time, depending on the faction and if they need me for a while." I explained to him carefully, having him then take a step away from me, anger was slowly showing in his face and having me fear the worst. I sighed, knowing that this was going to happen.

"That's dangerous, don't they know that?" He asked me in a low tone, having me nod my head slowly.

"It is, but we have a obligation to who kinds to others and to give them peace in times of trouble and fear." I reminded him, seeing him shake his head as he rubbed his face in frustration.

"I don't like it, you going out there for God knows what and something could happen to you." He said back to me, having me realize that he didn't like me gong out there by myself and not knowing what would happen to me.

"I won't be alone, Eric. I'll be with another counselor at all times, at least for the first several sessions until I can be fine on my own." I reassured him, still seeing him angry from the thought of me being alone in the situation.

"It still doesn't make sense. I don't want you going out there in the middle of chaos." He explained to me, having me raise a eyebrow at him in wonderment.

"What do you mean by chaos?" I asked him cautiously. I saw the look on his face, as if he just stepped on a land mine and it blew up right in front of him. I walked over to him with one step, crossing my arms in front of me.

"Eric, what are you not telling me?" I pressed on with him, seeing him then sigh in defeat. He knew that I too was stubborn and I would not stop my advances until I got what I needed out of him.

"There's been talk, amongst the leaders at Dauntless, that people are disappearing left and right." He explained to me in a slow tone, no longer laced with anger.

"People?" I asked him, seeing him nod his head, "What kind of people are we talking about here Eric?"

"Divergents." I froze when he said this, having me watch him and keep my mouth shut as he continued, "There's talk that Divergents are slipping through the cracks with factions and they are hiding themselves, and the leaders are handing them other. But someone else, I don't know who, is taking them at night." I folded my hands in front of me, not saying a word. But on the inside I was screaming out in fear and worry. Eric eyed me from his spot, walking over to me and framing my face in his hands to search my eyes.

"That's why I don't want you out there, Wendy. You're safe here in Amity, but out there who knows what might happen to you." He explained to me in a worried tone, but I shook my head and planted a light kiss on his lips.

"Nothing is going to happen to me, I promise." I reassured him, hugging him close once more and feeling him hug me tight, as if I would disappear. He needed to know, now more than ever what I was hiding and what I was going to have to go through. I couldn't keep it away from him anymore, not now while this was happening in Chicago at other factions.

He needed to know the truth.


Wendy's POV

Age: 16

I woke up from the evaluation, blinking a few times and having my breath go in and out in a shaky notion. I could still see the simulation in my head, and it felt so real to me as I found myself in the chair once more and in my individual evaluation room. I looked over to my protector, seeing her watch the screen with a grave look on her face, having me think that something went wrong. What would of gone wrong? I think I did pretty good on the test itself. But from the look on her face, it didn't feel right to her.

"What did I get?" I asked her aloud as she then looked over at me. Within a few seconds of awkward silence, she then unhooked my arms from the chair and had me sit up as she tapped on the computer screen some more, without saying a word. Now I was more curious, what happened?

"Did something go wrong?" I asked her again, seeing her then look over at me. Her face looked haunting and weary, as if she received the most depressing news ever in her life.

"The test came out just fine, Starkling." She replied to me in a low tone, having me then shrug at her and throw up my hands in agitation.

"Then what is it? What's so wrong about it?" I pressed at her, having her then push the computer screen to move it in front of me. I looked the screen, seeing three bars highlighted out of five of them. I didn't really know what I was seeing in front of me, up until I heard her speak once more.

"You scored in Dauntless, Erudite and Amity, which makes your test inconclusive." She replied to be in a low tone, having me see the bars in front of me and have me loose my voice. This most be some mistake, how could it be so? It didn't seem right, and I thought this was some kind of trick from her.

"I don't understand." I said aloud in a ghostly manner, seeing her move the computer away to face me with her grave look she was giving me.

"You cannot tell a soul who you are, or else you can be killed." She warned me. But I shook my head in disbelief.

"Why?" I asked her in a whisper.

"Because you're Divergent."