DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE DIVERGENT SERIES. VEROINCA ROTH DOES

TOBIAS

My eyes shoot open when I hear the familiar beeping of the alarm clock. I groan and shut it off. Rubbing my eyes, I sit up, trying to get the sleepiness out of my system, after all, today is going to be a long day. I look at the clock, which is the only light in my pitch dark room. 5:31. I curse myself when I realize that I set my alarm way too early. I didn't get to sleep until late last night, well I guess earlier this morning. I want to fall back to sleep, but I know that it is impossible. I step onto the cold hardwood ground and walk to my closet and get dressed for a jog. I wince as I pull the shirt onto my head. Turning around I shuffle over and turn on the light and wince even more when I see the dark black and green bruising all along my shoulder and part of my arm. Maybe I shouldn't have tried to fix it myself. Well I can't change anything now. I shuffle back over to my closet, and realize how stupid I am being. Of course I can not go on a run. I have a sprained ankle.

I sigh and head over to my oversized bathroom. Everytime I step on my left foot, I feel pain shooting up the back of my leg. I really better get it checked out. I have a while before everyone gets here, so maybe I will later. I hop on one foot over to the walk-in shower/sauna, and on my way, I get a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I stop and stare at myself. I look awful. The bags underneath my eyes are worse than they have been in a while, and my hair is sticking up everywhere, but that is to be expected because I just woke up. I get ready for my shower, and walk in. The steam fogs up the glass shower walls, and the warm water runs down my back. I clear my head and as always, memories of her fill my mind, but they are all missing her face, her laugh, her. You would think that I would be over her by now, but instead I am plagued by her. I see her in everything, Hear her in everything. I just want it to be over. I shake my head of these thoughts, and make a schedule for today. I will go to get my ankle checked out if I can get an appointment, and then i will have to see what we can do about Johana and all of the crazy things that are happening. After a while, I get out of the shower, and grab one of the towels that was here when I bought the place. I slowly get dressed, trying not to raise my arm much, and grab my phone off of my desk. I stop in my tracks when I read the message from Zeke.

Johana is gone.

Only three words, but the amount of stress, and anxiety, and sadness they cause me is unhealthy. I chose not to get to know her. I closed myself off, and really that is all I know how to do. Shuana is probably a mess. I knew that this was coming, but I just hoped that she could have pulled through. I hoped that she wouldn't leave me alone to run this city. Suddenly I stop. I can not be thinking these thoughts. I need to pull it together and be strong. I type in the doctor's number and wait. Nobody picks us, but an automated voice tells me to leave a message and I do. I sigh. Now I don't know what to do. I limp out my door, and down the staircase. I grab my dark-brown leather jacket and put it on, even though I am not cold, but sometimes I feel more comfortable with extra layers on. My ankle has started hurting more, a deep throbbing pain that makes me suck in a breath whenever I step on it. I look around my home, unsure what to do until noon, and my eyes catch on my kitchen. There is flour all over my kitchen. Shit. I forgot to clean up from making bagels. I sigh and limp over to the giant island. I grab a large metal mixing bowl and start sweeping the white powdery substance into it. I am finishing up when I hear my phone ring. I limp back over to the couch where I left it, and pick up.

"Hello? Four? You called earlier to make an appointment." The voice is cheery and annoying and distinctly female. I wasn't expecting them to call until later.

"Yeah. Do you have any openings?"

"Not for a couple of hours. Does seven-thirty sound ok to you?"

"Yeah, that is perfect. Thank you." I say, remembering to be nice.

"You're welcome. See you later." She hangs up and I am left standing there, with the phone next to my ear. For some reason today, nothing seems real. I shuffle back over to the kitchen, sit down on one of the many wooden barstools and take a look at my foot. It looks bad. It is swollen twice its normal size, and when I turn it, it feels loose. I really should stop walking on it, but I really am too bored to sit around all day. Me. The man who saved Chicago is Daunted by the idea of staying on a couch all day. I take my phone out of my pocket and think of calling Zeke, but I know that he won't be up yet. He probably would sleep til one if I hadn't set up the meeting. Shit! The meeting. How am I going to tell everyone that I basically want to tear down their perfect fantasy of having no factions. I thought it over tremoundlsy last night, and decided that I agree with Johana. Now I just have to tell my friends. I also have decided to ask Zeke about helping me. I can't do It myself. If he refuses, then I will ask Chris and Amar. I probably will ask them anyway. The more the better, right? I stand, careful to not put pressure on my foot, and limp over to the cabinets to distract myself. I pull out one of the never ending bags of flour from my pantry and prepare the crepe batter. I myself despise the taste of crepes, but my mother doesn't hate them, and I enjoy making them. Other than dropping off food, I haven't talked to Evelyn. I really want to forgive her, after all she did give up a war for me, so I should be able to at least take her food without feeling resentment. I can't though, so I keep making food, hoping that one day, food will be enough for her. I can't change, so I can only hope that she can.

I get pears out of the fridge and start chopping. After they are all sliced to my liking, I put them in a pan with butter and sugar to caramelize them. While they are cooking, I start on the crepes. I take a small amount of batter and drop it on the pan to test the temperature, and it sticks. I then pour the batter out on the cast-iron pan. I ruin the first couple of them, but after a while I get a good rhythm going and the batter is gone. The pears were ready a while ago, so I start assembling the crepes. I take the homemade whipped cream and lather it on, then pile the pears on generously. I wrap them up, then put them in tupperware and limp towards the door. I walk out and down the hall to the slightly smaller apartment that belongs to my mother, but I paid for it. I knock on the door, and no one answers. I knock again, and the door opens to my mother, with disheveled hair, and sloppily throwied on clothing. I blush, realizing that she has someone over and hand her the crepes then quickly excuse myself. She stops me though.

"To-Four. How are you?" I told her that she was not allowed to call me by my real name. Only Tris was. I clear my throat.

"I am doing fine." I say back to her, trying not to sound as uncomfortable as I am.

"I would like to introduce you to someone." My mother says, opening the door wider for me to walk in. I stand in the hallway for a few seconds wondering if it would be rude just to run back to my place, but eventually step into the overly large living space. She leads me to what I believe is the den, but her apartment is much different than mine. Mine is dark, with few windows to let in light, while hers has entire floor to ceiling windows and tons of natural light. I limp behind her, but she doesn't seem to notice. She is too busy staring at the man on the staircase across the room from us. He looks about as old as my mother, tall, but not taller than me, and has dark brown hair with blue highlights in it. He is wearing expensive clothing and has a kind face. He walks to me with a slight limp, and extents a hand to shake while he introduces himself. I can see on his wrist that there is a tattoo of a snake, poised to strike.

"Hello, I would guess that you are Evelyn's son. I have heard much about you. My name is Griffin Banks." He has a deep, rumbling voice and has deep dimples that I do not shake his hand because I don't like touching people I don't know. He retracats his hand and looks at me awkwardly. He looks familiar, but I can't put my finger on it.

"Griffin is the head doctor/surgeon at the city hospital." Evelyn says, still staring at him.

"Speaking of witch, why are you limping young man." Griffin says to me, and I bristle. I do not like to be called young man. Evelyn tears her eyes away from the man, and stares at my feet.

"I was distracted while jumping out of a train. I have an appointment for later to get it checked out." I say, showing no emotion on my voice or on my face.

"Oh! That reminds me. I really better get going to work. I have a few patients today, and I may just see you later." He says back to me, and I can't decide if I like him or not. He isn't a bad guy, but he treats me like he knows me. I turn to face my mother.

"I really better be going." I say to her. "My appointment is in a few minutes." I think that I am saying this as a lie to get out of her house as soon as possible, but when I look at my watch, it really is time to leave.

"O-Ok. Thank you for the food. It smells delicious." I limp down the long entryway and out the door. As soon as she is out of sight, I relax and let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. I look at my watch again, and realize that I am going to be late unless I take my car. Shit! I really hate that thing. I wanted to take the train, but it is too late now. I head to the parking garage below all of the apartments and walk up to the super old, rusted, black Jaguar XE that I bought but rarely use. I actually would consider it to be Zeke's car. He loves it and named it Chase. I despise it. The car isn't actually bad, but it is how it makes me feel. Lets just say that I am not the best driver. The reason I rarely use it is because I got at least three tickets within the first week of having it. It also seems to hate me, because it never works when I try to drive it. I try to unlock the doors, and nothing happens. I try again. Nope. Nothing. I get angry and kick the door with my uninjured foot and hear a crack then pain shoot up my leg. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I hate this damn car! I try the handle and it opens and I want to scream. I sit down in the driver's seat and try to calm down. After I am not planning on driving Chase into the deep dark depths of the Michigan swamps, I take off my shoe to examine my now injured foot. Two of my toes are bent oddly and I know that I broke them. I sigh and put the Chase's key into the car starter and strangely enough, it starts on the first time. I put pressure on my foot, and it hurts, but not terribly. I back out of the parking garage and towards the city hospital. I try not to go too fast, but then I end up going to slow, so I speed up, freaking out the people around me. I make it to the hospital without getting a ticket. I park in the back of the building and check my watch. I am just on time. I unbuckle my seat belt and am about to leave the car when I hear something behind me. I look around just in time to see a fist coming right at my face. I block it easily and jump out of the opened car door. I slam the door shut and look in all of the windows. No one. Huh. Strange. I shrug it off and limp towards the front of the building. I see shadows, but I think that I am going crazy and shrug it off. I look behind me, and see someone all dressed in black behind me, but when I blink, the figure is gone. I slow down my pace, which wasn't that fast anyways and put myself in a fighting stance. I do a 360 around me, but see no one. I limp backwards a bit and still don't see a thing. I shake my head and when I turn around, I am met with someone's fist. It is coming too fast at me to block it and my head whips back. I grunt with pain. They broke my nose. I quickly try to put myself in a fighting stance, but I feel a pinch in my neck, and curse. Then I only see darkness.

A/N: Hey guys, I am alive and my fingers are cramped for typing. I am really sorry. I am sorry for not posting in a while and sort of sorry for the cliffhanger. I am also sorry for only Tobias's POV this time, but I just am having a hard time getting everyone elses into words. Again sorry. How are all of you. You all probably have more interesting lives than me, and I would love to know your answers to the QOTC as well if you want to answer. So here is what we have all been waiting for. (Or at least me)

QOTC: What is your favorite 80's sitcom. (I know that it is a bit weird, but I wanted to share it with yall) If you don't have one, or don't know what that is, then tell me your favorite TV show or movie.

AOTC: Family Matters. Yup. I am a Urkel nerd. I also love The fresh prince of bel-air. If you hate any of those, do not be afraid to tell me. I have sisters who tell me everyday anyways so I would be used to it. Ok I luv you all. Keep on being Divergent. Bye