A/N: This chapter is really short and crappy. I'm just saying.

And I didn't edit this. Whoops.

Tris POV

How could we overlook memory serum in the first place? How could we not consider it? I felt like an idiot. How was I supposed to save Chicago if I couldn't even figure something as simple as memory serum out?

"I feel like an idiot for not realizing that in the first place," Drake voiced my thoughts.

"You feel like an idiot? What about me? I'm supposed to be the smart one!" Alex exclaimed.

"Look, we're all idiots, okay?" I said. "We still have to figure out who did this and why."

"It could be one of Tris' old enemies," Alex supplied. "It would make sense. I mean, why else would they target her friends?" Drake nodded in agreement. "Whoever is doing this is out for something—revenge." A shiver was sent down my spine. Someone wanted revenge against me, and they knew the best way to get it. Through my friends.

"What can we do?" I ask. "What happens if they harm someone?" Drake and Alex both knew the second meaning to my sentence. What happens if they harm someone I care about?

"We're not going to let anything happen to anyone," Drake said firmly. "But first we need to figure out who the culprit is. We need to know who to watch out for."

"Who are Tris' old enemies?" Alex asked. I didn't want to list all of my enemies. It depressed me how many I had. I had too many enemies. Too many people who wouldn't hesitate to kill.

"David seems to be the most recent," Drake said. "So he could be doing this."

Alex nodded. "He did have access to vast amounts of memory serum."

"But I erased his memory," I pointed out. "He doesn't remember anything, hence he has no reason to do this."

Alex and Drake shared a look before nodding. "I suppose that rules him out," Alex said hesitantly. They were hiding something. Before I could question them, Drake said, "Then there's Nita. She wasn't the biggest enemy that Tris had, but I think she can still be considered one."

I considered. "What motivation would Nita really have? I haven't really done anything that bad to her. Nothing bad enough that would motivate her to kill me or harm my friends."

"Wait," Alex said, holding her hand up. "Something just occurred to me… if whoever is doing this is out to harm us, then why did they bring back Uriah? They have nothing to gain from that unless…" She trailed off, looking at us wide-eyed.

"Unless he was here to spy on us!" Drake finished for her. "I knew we couldn't trust him!" Drake clenched and unclenched his fists, almost as if deciding whether he wanted to punch something or not. But if Uriah was here to spy on us, that means… oh crap.

I looked at Alex to find that she was already looking at me in alarm. If Uriah was here to spy on us for the enemy, that means that they already know I'm alive. Our element of surprise could be completely gone.

Drake doesn't know yet, I suddenly remembered.

"How do we know he's spying on us?" I asked instead of admitting that I accidentally told Uriah who I really was. Drake didn't necessarily need to know right now… "What happens if there's a third person messing with time? What if they're on our side? Uriah wouldn't betray me. I know he wouldn't." I know that the possibilities are slim, but convincing myself of this made everything seem much less depressing.

Drake rolled his eyes and scoffed. "This isn't some fairy tale with a guaranteed happy ending, Tris. This is reality. And in reality, things don't always go the way you want things to go. People die, people get betrayed. The world could end up crumbling down to its knees and skyscrapers could tumble down and crash around us, but we would have to deal with that shit because that's what life is," he ranted on. "And if you can't deal with the fact that maybe one of your best friends betrayed you, then you need to get the hell out of here because we don't want you."

I could feel my blood boil at his words. What right does he have to tell me these things when he doesn't understand what I've been through?

"You think I don't know that?" I yelled at him. "You think I don't know that bad things happen in life? I watched both of my parents die right before my eyes, half my friends died, my brother betrayed me for Jeanine Matthews of all people, I ended up dying, the guy I love is dating my best friend, and on top of all that I have to deal with yet another war!" I screamed in frustration. I lowered my voice and whispered dangerously, "So don't go around telling me that I have to accept the fact that Uriah could've betrayed me, because compared to all the other shit I've gone through, it wouldn't be that much of a surprise. But you cannot and will not be angry with me for hanging on to that sliver of hope that he's on our side."

Drake bit his lip and looked down. "I'm sorry," he said quietly after a moment of awkward silence. "I never bothered to think about how all of this might seem from your perspective. I just—it's just that—um, sorry," Drake stuttered. He still wasn't used to apologizing.

I sighed. "It's fine. I don't even care anymore."

We stood in silence for a moment, Alex standing to the side awkwardly playing with her fingers. She had watched the whole argument completely silent, probably not knowing what to say.

Finally, she cleared her throat. "You know, a very confused Will is still waiting by the MRI machine for us," she pointed out. "I think we should go get to him."

"Why should we still help him?" Drake asked. "He's probably here to spy on us like Uriah is."

"We don't know if Uriah is spying on us yet," I said quickly, eager to defend my friend.

"Why else would Will be here? They probably erased his memory so that we'd pity him and take him in," Drake spat.

"Or Will was being tortured by memory serum," I said. "That could be a possibility." It's a slim possibility, but it can still be considered.

"Why would they bother to bring him back to life, torture him, and then just leave him abandoned in a dumpster?" Alex asked. "They would've just killed him unless they had something else to gain from him. And what they gain is inside information on us."

I sighed. "You're right. It's just that I can't handle the thought of my friends betraying me. I've had enough betrayal to last me a life time."

"Then I hope you can deal with even more," Drake muttered.

"What?" I asked, not understanding. I probably couldn't handle more betrayal, if I were being honest.

He shook his head. "It's nothing. Let's just grab Will."

"And what are we going to do with him if he really is here to spy on us?" Alex questioned. Obviously we weren't going to take him back to Dauntless if he was a traitor.

"It's simple, Alex. We interrogate him," he told us with a shrug.

"There's nothing we can interrogate him about, Drake." I tell him. "He has no memory. And it's not like there's some sort of cure for memory serum."

"Who said there wasn't?" Drake asked, raising an eyebrow.

My eyes widened. There was some sort of cure for memory serum? I thought you could only inoculate yourself against it. I didn't know you could rid the effects of the serum entirely.

"Hold up," I said, confused. "There's a cure for memory serum?" That could change everything.

"I thought we weren't going to tell her about this, Drake!" Alex yelled. "It was part of the plan."

"Fuck the plan," Drake said, waving her off. "We didn't count on someone else getting hold of a time machine. They've changed everything we counted on being the same, which means we can't rely on anything. Right now, we have no plan."

"So basically, we're screwed?" Alex asked.

"Basically," Drake answered, nodding.

A/N: What'd I tell you? It's crappy, right? Oh well.

Btw, to a guest reviewer: There's no way in hell I would delete this story. I'm finishing this even if it ends up being the shittiest story on fanficiton. I don't even care if this is bad anymore. You guys can just continue reading this crappy fan fiction.

I AM REALLY FRUSTRATED WITH THIS STORY BECAUSE I HAVE THE ENTIRE THING PLANNED OUT BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO MAKE IT HAPPEN UGHHHH

Well, um, peace out girl scouts. (I was never in girl scouts tbh)~Erica