Firstly this chapter is short as hell and I'm sorry about that. But that's mostly because in the next chapter, shit is hitting the fan and I needed to get this stupid bit out of the way. So sorry.

But hey it gave me time to answer a question.

So to Taco's question about Uriah. I've generally never thought about it, and I actually had to reread everything to see what I'd done. And this is what I decided.

If I'm honest I'm not entirely sure how far his feelings go. Uriah definitely treasures Tris, and they're relationship is probably closer than they were in the original story. Due to Tris seeming to be almost the perfect representation of Dauntless in this Story, yet with the Erudite intelligence I think Uriah has almost put her on a pedestal. That's why he freaks out when Tris is shot. It's not the wound necessarily, it's the fact that he just generally can't believe Tris could be hurt. She's like a superhero to him. And it's only natural when he's so close to someone he admires and who he generally gets on with for him to develop a crush. Tris is the epitome of Dauntless and Uriah loves Dauntless. And yes, when she was first, it would make his feelings grow because once again she's proved herself. And I think Zekes conclusion was completely justified. Uriah and Tris have a lot in common, more so than any of the other characters, and their personalities are so similar. But Uriah knows Tris's with Four and can't do anything about that. That's probably why I made him act so motherly in chapter 16 and 17. Four wasn't there so he could look after her. So yeah, Uriah's got a mad crush on Tris. I somehow managed to make that happen without thinking about it. Sorry guys.

Chapter 21

Peter finds me in the same position he left me in. And proceeds to take me to a new room. With the same white walls. A reclining chair sits in the corner. Jeanine sits opposite watching a computer screen.

"What are you doing to him?" I growl at the first glimpse of her.

Jeanine gives me a smug grin as she taps her fingers on the wooden desk. "To whom?"

"You know exactly who. You inconceivable, evil little witch."

"Oh my," She gasps. "Have we finally found a chink in miss Priors armor?" Her grin grows as she watches my furiously. "Too bad, I suppose. I have no reason to give out such information."

I take a step closer to her desk, my hands folding into fists. "I could think of a few."

"Violence Beatrice. Really? I have a Dauntless army at my beck and call. You may wish to rethink your strategies."

I give her a bitter grin. "I've already gotten through your army once. What's a second time?"

"Tobias's life." She says flatly. "One call from me and you will never see him again. Is that what you want?"

My arms quiver from the anger boiling inside me, but I manage to plant myself on the chair.

"So you're using Tobias as a threat?"

She gives me a scientific look as she gestures for Peter to do something. "I wouldn't use the word threat, I prefer a type of persuasion."

I don't have time to speak, as I feel a sharp pain in my neck and the familiar feeling of a bubble building in my brain. And then it pops.

"Tris, Tris wake up."

"Hmm?" I murmur as I'm violently shaken awake. "Chris not now." I wave off. "I'm tired."

"Hurry up. We're leaving." She yells as she starts frantically stuffing things into a bag.

"Leaving?" I ask as I let the final blur of sleep wash away. "Where are we going?"

"Erudite." She states, her eyes wide as she looks through the room, grabbing whatever weapons she can.

"What? Are you crazy?" I say as I force my body from bed.

"We can't stay here any more." She says. "They're after us."

"Chris. Slow down." I say, taking the bag from her grasp. "What's happened?"

"The Dauntless." She whimpers. "They're not who we thought they were."

"Why?"

"They're trying to take over Candor." She bites.

"Well Jeanine must-"

"No." She cuts in. "No they're not under a simulation, they know what they're doing."

"But Jeanine."

"Jeanine was trying to stop them."

My blood runs cold as I ask "Stop them doing what?"

"Starting a war." She says, once again rushing to find what ever objects she can.

"No." I breath. Falling back onto the bed. "That can't be right."

"It is." She yells as she stuffs a knife into her holder.

I cock an eyebrow at her actions. "Chris. Where's Will?"

"Will?" She repeats as she zips up her bag. "Haven't seen him."

"Hmm." I say skeptically. "Really?"

"Tris are you listening to me? We're facing more important things than Will right now."

Oh thank god. "So... This war that's going on. Is it big?" I ask, trying to hold back my laugh.

"Are you taking any of this seriously?" She complained. "People are dying Tris!"

"No." I reply. "I'm not, because this is a simulation." I watch as the dorm room bed sinks into the carpet. And then with a shattering start, I'm back in Erudite, in the simulation chair. Jeanine watching me with scientific curiosity.

"Well if that's your best effort. I have definitely overestimated you."

"Please." She says. "This is just the beginning."

That night I don't sleep, don't think I'm capable of it. But as I rhythmically pull my body up, I think of my friends. Of Chris, Will and Uriah. And what their lives will be like, and how they'll change. And I'm plagued with the small sentence in my head. Telling me I don't want to miss it.