Hey guys! Sorry i haven't posted in a while! I had an awful case of writer's block and it was crippling! i couldn't think or even have the motivation to write anything! It was so sad and frustrating but thank God i got my mojo back. Hopefully this chapter isn't too bad seeing as it's the first chapter I have written in a while. Anyway my inspiration for this chapter came from the Four short stories. I loveddddd it and even more I loved the relationship between Zeke, Shauna and Tobias! It was so awesome and this scene in Insurgent always struck me as an interesting interaction with Tobias and Shauna and it wasn't until i realized how good of friends they were in the Four stories that I finally understood this scene. So here it is! Oh and the next chapter is going to be INSANE! So anyway enjoy and PLEASEEE REVIEW! JUST SO I KNOW YOU GUYS ARE STILL HERE AND NOT MAD AT ME FOR MY LACK OF UPDATING!

I do not own the Divergent Series. All quotes and characters in the following belong to the lovely Veronica Roth. :)

Consequences

Tobias

As soon as I heard her piercing scream I knew something was horribly wrong. But I couldn't run and find Shauna because I had make sure Tris wouldn't do something stupid. I stare at Peter's stupid face and all I want to do is punch him to the ground.

"I hope you die" Tris seethes at Peter and she backs up into me which cues me to back up and finally run to my friend.

By the time we get to the scene, Shauna is face down ground with blood growing on her shirt. I assess the scene to make sure there is nothing else that can hurt her before I kneel down and check her pulse. Please be alive I pray to someone that I am not even sure exist. I breathe a sigh of relief when I feel her heart beating. And then my instincts will me to act and get her back for medical help because she isn't doing too well. And I am not going to let one of my best friends die. Not on my watch.

"We got to get her out of here. Lynn look at me. I'm going to carry her, and it's going to hurt her a lot, but it's our only option." I wait for her agreement before bending down and putting my hands under her strong arms. Arms that Shauna spent months strengthening with me to pass initiation. Arms that should be able to hold Zeke again and I am going to make sure that happens. They both deserve that.

Tris helps me lift her body over my shoulder and I slowly but purposefully walk back to the Merciless Mart. Although Shauna isn't big or anything, having her whole body on just one of my shoulders does exert my body more then I intended. But hell this is Shauna. I'm not letting my body compromise her life. As I walk, I grunt and try to carefully shift her body so she doesn't fall but also so she doesn't feel too much pain.

"Hey!" someone shouts. It's Uriah, jogging toward us. "Zeke had to help them get Jack . . . oh no." He stops. "Oh no. Shauna?"
"Now's not the time," I say sharply. "Run back to the Merciless Mart and get a doctor."

But he just stares at Shauna and I snap.
"Uriah! Go, now!" My shout rings out and Uriah finally turns and sprints in the direction of the Merciless Mart.

It's not too far back but the walk is filled with uneven breaths and my own grunts. I get a little worried when I don't hear Shauna whimper in pain anymore. I whisper behind me, just loud enough for her to hear me "Don't go dying on me Shauna. You are going to be ok Shauna. You are going to be ok."

When we finally get to the Mart, Uriah, an Erudite man with a comb-over, and Cara meet us just inside the entrance. They set up a sheet for Shauna to lie on. The doctors quickly start working on her and I have to catch my breath before I go talk to Tris. I don't blame her particularly but this would not have happened if she were still in her right mind. And I just have to breath so I don't freak out about Shauna.

"I'm not going to pretend to know what's going on with you. But if you senselessly risk your life again-"

"I am not senselessly risking my life! I am trying to make sacrifices, like my parents would have, like-"

Obviously she has no idea about what it means to make a sacrifice. Right now she is looking for something, anything to make the same decision that her parents did. But what she doesn't understand that to make a sacrifice you need a cause that you are willing to die for. A cause that will fail or diminish without a superior act of selflessness, because right now she is just being naïve and reckless. This is not what her parent's sacrifice was and she has to know it.

"You are not your parents. You are a sixteen-year-old girl-"

"How dare you—"

"—who doesn't understand that the value of a sacrifice lies in its necessity, not in throwing your life away! And if you do that again, you and I are done."

She looks just as shocked as I am about my words but I am glad that I said what has been on my mind for a while. I can't keep worrying whether or not she will come back to me everytime she is not with me.

"You're giving me an ultimatum?"

I shake my head. "No, I'm telling you a fact."

"If you throw yourself into danger for no reason again, you will have become nothing more than a Dauntless adrenaline junkie looking for a hit, and I'm not going to help you do it. I love Tris the Divergent, who makes decisions apart from faction loyalty, who isn't some faction archetype. But the Tris who's trying as hard as she can to destroy herself . . . I can't love her."

And I can't. I can't love someone who is just like some of the Dauntless girls that I have grown to resent. The ones that throw themselves into danger and stupidity just to prove a point that they are strong, or brave or Dauntless. Tris doesn't need to do that. She is Dauntless through and through. She is brave, strong and powerful without needing to prove it. That is who she is and she has lost sight of that. I just hope that she realizes that soon before I have to enforce my threat. I don't want to be done with her. I never do but I have to be if this is who she is now. I can't live in the constant fear of her throwing her life away for some senseless reason that she thinks is a sacrifice. But I am not giving up on the Tris that I fell in love with. She is in there, just drowning in grief and guilt. But maybe if I just push that Tris to start swimming and fight the currents then maybe she will come back. I really hope so.

I touch her forehead with mine and say, "I believe you're still in there. Come back."

I kiss her lightly and walk back to Shauna, who is writhing in utter pain. I lightly take Shauna's hand and she holds it tight and looks at me with tears in her eyes.

"You're going to be ok Shauna. I promise. Just hang on." I hold her hand and look up as Zeke comes running towards us.

"Shauna! Wh-what happened!" He says as he kneels down next to me and I pat his shoulder.

"Zeke she got shot while we were spying on the meeting. I'm sor-"

"Boys I am sorry but we need to get her to our surgery room. She will be in good hands."

"Can I come with? Please?" Zeke asks with wide eyes of fear.

"You two can wait outside. We will update you."

Zeke grimaces and kisses Shauna's head as they carry her away. I clap his shoulder and say, "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault man." Zeke runs a hand through his hair and breathes.

I should crack a joke or do something that he usually would to cheer me up but that's not who I am and I don't think I would do much well.

"Come on let's go wait outside. I'll even get you some coffee." I say

"Wow coffee! Gosh that's too much work for you don't worry about it. Your little hands would be overexerted carrying too much anyway!" He smiles as he stands up with me and punches my shoulder lightly. I punch him back lightly and he laughs a little.

As we walk to the operating room, I catch sight of Tris sitting on the bed looking really pissed and upset. I have to fight every atom in my body not to go over there because I have to make a point. Her senseless actions have consequences and she will have to deal with the fact that I can't love her if she is going to act like this. But I don't think I could ever stop loving her. But I remember that I am going to wait for Shauna to get out of surgery with Zeke and I can't think about Tris and I. I have to focus on the two people who helped me become who I am today. Two people who have always had my back and I them. They were really my first friends and they were here first. Right now my friends are all that matter. Tris and I will just have to wait, either until she realizes who she has become or until I figure out something to help her remember who she was.