Tris wiped her tears as she walked, hearing only the sounds of her sniffling and her shoes hitting the pavement. It was getting colder. She wondered if soon it would snow, maybe that would end violence. The snow had a habit of keeping people indoors.

The nausea hadn't subsided. It remained lingering at the top of her stomach, and she tried holding her hand there for comfort while taking deep breaths. It wasn't working. She tried not to think about her brother and Four going to battle together, but there was no other option. Tris wondered if she could have convinced Four, maybe she didn't try hard enough, perhaps she should have stayed. It did occur to her that he was doing what it meant to be Dauntless. They were warriors, and he was one of their best. As for Abnegation, this new wave was reckless and dangerous. They didn't care who they plowed down in their wake as long as their justice was served. She wondered if they wouldn't stop until they had Four's head on a platter.

She kept moving, keeping her head down as she moved down Main Street. It was dark, and she was sure it wouldn't take long for the two groups to meet, somewhere. As she listened to her footsteps hit the asphalt, she realized they weren't the only footsteps. In fact, there were many more. Tris snapped her head up and looked long down Main Street. Under the glow of the lights, she saw them, Abnegation. They were coming in droves, a line of gray walking straight toward her. She froze. Twisting her head behind her, she searched for Dauntless. If they were there, she couldn't see them in the darkness. It crossed Tris's mind that maybe if she waited for Abnegation to come upon her she could find Caleb and petition him one more time. If he saw her here, maybe he would change his mind. She looked behind her again, and the darkness appeared to move. It was Dauntless and they were headed straight for Abnegation and for her. Her legs didn't move, they remained frozen on the cement. The two groups closed in on her.

Tris felt arms clutch her shoulders and twist her around.

"What are doing out here? Are you crazy?" Tris looked into the wide eyes of the waitress who shook her with every word. "Get in the diner, let's go." She pulled on Tris. Tris hesitated for a moment, looking back at Dauntless, but got moving as the woman tugged at her arm.

Once inside the diner, she pushed Tris toward a booth. "You must have lost your mind." The woman said taking a minute to look back outside.

"You don't think they're going to fight right there?" Tris asked gesturing toward the window.

"Sure they are." She shook her head. "Stupid is as stupid does." She muttered. "What are they fighting for?" She asked. Tris dropped her head. "Of course." The woman acknowledged understanding that Tris had something to do with it. "It's always over a girl." The woman shook her head more and gestured to the booth with a wide view of the street. "Sit. I'll bring coffee. There's no need to leave till it's over."

"You're not going to call the police?" Tris asked. The woman stopped.

"No, not unless it becomes bad." She looked at the window. "Hopefully, they'll fight and go home. The police will just delay the inevitable."

"But what if – "

"He's not going to get hurt, if that's what you're thinking." The woman took the words right out of Tris's mouth. "Trust me, he's the most advanced fighter they have." She turned to go get the coffee and Tris watched her, wondering how they knew so much of each other. She stopped herself from asking and instead turned to look back out the window. The two groups were approaching each other and a small divide kept them apart.

Tris could see that some of them were yelling at each other, one spit, another lunged, but no one had cross the imaginary line between them. She looked for Caleb; she thought he'd be at the front, but he wasn't. Then she looked for Four, he wasn't at the front either. Something switched, and one of the Dauntless dove for an Abnegation, grabbing at his throat. Suddenly, the separate crowds became one large sea. In the dark, it was hard to distinguish the Dauntless from Abnegation – gray and black were often mistaken for the other. She watched, her back tense, shoulders drawn up, her eyes constantly searching for Four and Caleb. A part of her hoped she didn't see them because they weren't there, but the other part of her knew that couldn't be true.

Tris spotted movement off to the side and saw their two forms facing off. Four was taller than Caleb and he stood, shoulders square, his fists clenched at his sides. She couldn't make out what they were saying.

In the street, Caleb and Four confronted each other. Four knew who he was; he bore resemblance to Tris, plus he had already done his research. It was hard to not just throw a punch, but he could only hear Tris's words continuing to play in his mind. On the walk there he had decided it may not be worth it this time to fight, at least not her brother.

"It's you." Caleb sneered. He distributed his weight onto one hip surveying Four with disgust. "The guy who takes what doesn't belong to him." Four remained silent. "Nothing to say? Not about my sister? Not about breeching faction rules?" Caleb stepped, his face dangerously close to Four.

"I'm not going to fight you." Four replied firmly. Caleb only smirked and backed up.

"Afraid?" He asked.

"No." Four smiled a bit seeing that his own coolness was getting to Caleb. "I decided it isn't worth it. I love your sister." He paused seeing Caleb narrow his eyes. "I wouldn't want to do anything to hurt her and neither should you." Caleb opened his mouth to speak and then clamped it shut.

Tris watched from inside the diner wishing she could hear what they were saying. She sat on her knees peering out the window. Caleb was so close to Four, and she half expected Four to pummel him, but he didn't. She saw Caleb raise his fist and hit Four square in the jaw. Four moved slightly before looking back at Caleb. She held her breath.

Outside, Four held onto his jaw and stared at Caleb. He moved his jaw around, making sure it wasn't dislocated or broken. It ached. "I'm not going to fight you, man." Four repeated. "Keep swinging, do whatever you got to do to make it right, but I'm not going to fight you."

"Noble." Caleb said before delivering another swift punch to Four's stomach. He curled over for a moment, clutching at his stomach before groaning and righting himself back upright again. "You're an idiot. This is war." Caleb said.

"No, it's not. You're fighting me over a boundary that was crossed. You're going to lose your sister in the process."

"So be it. She broke her loyalty once already." Caleb responded.

Tris dug her nails into her palms as she watched the two resume their talking from inside. She couldn't believe that her brother had hit Four twice, and yet, Four had not reacted. Whatever they were saying, Caleb unfurled his fists. She wondered if he'd strike Four again. It was incredible that Four was willing to not fight, for her; he had listened to her. From behind Four she saw movement. Peter was sneaking up. Tris saw the glint of the knife in his hand reflect off the moonlight.

"Shit." She whispered. "Shit." She said again pushing herself up. She scrambled out of the booth, keeping her eyes on the windows. Peter reared his hand up and plunged the knife into Four's side. "FOUR!" She yelled. "Four!" She raced toward the door, and Peter stuck the knife again.

The waitress turned when she heard Tris yell and froze for a moment, watching Four be attacked. She reached for the phone, dialing the police.

Tris jumped down the steps of the diner pushing through the crowds. Someone gripped her arm, but she swung, knocking them back. When she got to Four, Peter was already running in the opposite direction and her brother was unmoving in his spot. Tris kneeled beside Four who was clutching his side. His eyes were closed as he winced.

"Four? Four?" She said. Her hands moved over his face. "Look at me, open your eyes, Four." He did and he smiled lightly when he registered that it was her. Her hands moved to the wound and she felt the blood already pulsating out. "Shit." She whispered. Tris stripped out of her sweatshirt and pushed it to his side. "Here, I need to hold it." He nodded. She noticed that he already was beginning to pale. "You're okay." She smiled at him. One of his hands came up to brush the side of her face.

"Where did you come from?" He asked quietly. He tried to take a deep breath, but he winced.

"Don't worry about it, I'm here." She leaned over and pressed a light kiss to his lips. "I love you." He nodded. Somewhere far away she heard sirens, and she breathed a sigh of relief, knowing they would get him to a hospital. "Help is coming." She said. Tris could already feel the blood beginning to soak through her sweatshirt, but she kept pressure.

"Tris, we have to go." It was Caleb behind her.

"Get away from me!" She shouted. Caleb tried to grab at her arm, but she shook him off. "I'm not going anywhere with you. This is your fault." She spat. "Leave me alone!" He slowly shook his head but backed off. She didn't wait to watch him disappear in the darkness.

Zeke was upon her and Four next; his hands pressed over top of hers. Tris looked at him, feeling the tears well up, but he just motioned for her to keep it together. "You do need to go." Zeke said quietly.

"Here." The waitress was beside them too, kneeling next to Four. "More towels. The police are coming and so is the ambulance. They'll take him to the hospital." Tris looked over Four who seemed to be wavering, his eyes slowly opening and closing, his breath becoming shallow. "You need to go." She said.

"No, I'm not leaving him." Tris responded. Zeke put his hand gently on Tris's shoulder.

"We need to get out of here. We can't be here when they come." He said. Tris looked around them, everyone had scattered. The street was quiet.

"I'll stay, he'll be alright." The woman said. "Get her home, Zeke." She ordered. Tris looked at both of them bewildered at their insistence. "Go." Zeke removed Tris's hand's from Four's side so the waitress could place her own there. He pulled Tris up gently.

"Let's go." He said. She faltered for a moment looking at Four one more time. Now the tears were coming. "Come on." He slid his arm around her waist pulling her with him down the street into the darkness.

When they reached her apartment, Tris struggled to insert her key into the lock. Her hand shook gripping the key. She felt Zeke press his hand to her shoulder, and the pressure gave her the stability for a second to push the key into its hole. The door opened, and Christina rushed toward them from the dimly lit apartment.

"Oh my gosh, what happened?" Christina went to hug Tris, but stopped when she saw the blood. It was smeared throughout the long sleeve t-shirt Tris had on, blotting her stomach. "Are you hurt?" She searched Tris's eyes and backed up as Zeke gently nudged Tris forward. He shut the door.

"She's okay." He said. "It was Four." Christina looked down at Tris's hands, also covered in now dried blood. She looked back at Zeke. "He'll be okay." She nodded. "Make sure she gets a shower and keep as many lights off as possible, the police will be around. I have to get home." He paused, before turning to Tris, his hand softly grasping her wrist. "Tris," She looked up slowly, still in shock. "You need to get cleaned up and get some sleep. I'll let you know as so as I hear anything, okay." Tris barely nodded. He let her go and slipped out the door.

"Come on." Christina said gently guiding Tris toward the bathroom. "We need to get you cleaned up."

Christina waited outside the open bathroom door. She drew her knees close to her chest as she sat on the floor. She wanted to make sure Tris was okay while she showered. It had been a slow process helping her undress and pushing her toward the warm water. Now outside the bathroom, Christina could hear Tris sobbing. She toyed with the idea of getting up to help her friend, and instead waited giving her friend a chance to feel her sadness.

Across town, the heart rate monitor beeped slow and steady. The woman leaned her head back in the chair beside Four. The doctors had told her the stabbing had missed all major organs and arteries. They had stopped the bleeding and cleaned up the wound; he would be fine. Her anxiety didn't calm though, instead it mounted. While the children may no longer be playing, she knew for sure the adults would be out. Her son's father, Marcus, would hear of this and she could only imagine the repercussions that Four would feel.

A/N: I do not own The Divergent Series. Thanks for the recent reviews and also please feel free to leave more! How about that new trailer? It's getting closer and closer to Allegiant! xoxox -B.