DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN DIVERGENT OR ITS CHARCTERS.

TRIS

I look at my arm and can't believe just half an hour ago, there were multiple breaks in it. The surgery was one of many tests of some new thing that the Old Erudite created. I already forgot the name, but I am thankful for it. I flex my muscles and feel slight tingling near my wrist, and my mind starts worrying. I look over to Adelyne, who drove me to the hospital at 4:30 this morning and is driving me home now in her family's battered rusted truck. She looks tired.

"Adelyne, there is some slight tingling in my arm." I say, hoping that I am overreacting. She looks at me, and nods.

"Yeah, Dr. Banks did say that would happen. Where?" She asks.

"My wrist. It really isn't bothering me much, but I was worried." I say to her and look down at my lap.

"So what exactly are you guys going to do. Choosing day is in only five days." Adelyne asks me, and I don't exactly know how to answer her at first.

"I don't know yet, but I am going to make sure he talks to me later." I say to her. The Redmans have been more than kind, letting us stay with them, and if I am being totally honest, I am really going to miss them. Emily has been especially relatable. Although Tobias and I were never married, and he isn't 'dead' exactly, I still wonder what will happen when I see him again. Will he be angry? Shit. I hope he isn't angry. I don't know if I could take that. Sometimes the need to see him hits me so hard and I need to lie down for a bit. Right now is one of those times. I close my eyes and take deep breaths to try and calm my nerves. I look out the window and see the buildings mixing together, blurred with my tears. The hospital was near Old Candor so we have to drive through the whole city to get back home. I see the train tracks and know that the entrance to Dauntless is coming up. More tears run down my cheeks when I long for that life again.

"Hey. What happened?" Adelyne asks, worry evident on her face.

"Nothing, I just- It's nothing." I say to her, hoping that she will get off my case, but get no such luck.

"Liar. You can tell me you know." She says, and I look at her. The Redmans were raised where there were no secrets in their house, kinda like the Candor, but a much milder form. I shake my head at her and she sighs.

"Tris, you got to talk to people." She says, and I sometimes find it crazy that we are the same age.

"I just don't know what to do. Uriah won't talk to me, and I really just want to see Four." Uriah and me told Emily, Adelyne and Eleanor a bit about our past lives, so they know our story, but Four is a part that I left deadbolted.

"Tell me about him." She says, and I shake my head once again signaling I am done with the conversation. I would break into tears if I started talking about him. I look back out the window and time seems to slow down. I see a crowd and automatically my eyes cling to it as we pass by. Adelyne, being an Amity, sees something, and gasps. I look over my shoulder to see what she saw and my heart nearly stops beating. I see Tobias, covered in blood, collapsed on the pavement next to the doorway of the Old Dauntless compound.

CALEB

Ow. That really hurts. My eyes go to the knife handle sticking out of my shoulder, and I feel bile rising in my throat. I push it down and look over to Four. I am suddenly extremely glad that I decided to follow David again today. He looks barely conscious and I know I will need to help him. I stand up, and it takes all of me not to pull the knife out of my shoulder. I know from my training, that doing that will cause worse bleeding and excruciating pain. Four tries to stand up, but fails. Blood starts spurting out of his leg, and I help him up. I do not have any clean clothing to put pressure on the wound and I don't want to cause further damage. He groans when I make him put pressure on his right leg for a second, and I know that this isn't a through and through gunshot. By the sounds of pain he is giving me, I can only guess that the bullet shattered the bone. We make it out of the white room, with much difficulty, and I don't think that we are going to make it to the entrance. We have to try though. We set a steady pace of a shuffle/hop and I let my mind run wild.

I have been following David since the day Four forgave me, and have been keeping tabs on him through a few cameras in the city that I set up. When the factions were destroyed, I saw it as a fresh start, as many did, and trained to become a cop. Only a few people know about my work, and I know Four is going to have many questions when he is in a stable condition. I hear sobs coming out of the tall, bloody and battered man beside me, and my throat tightens. Tris's death broke him. I have seen some unforgettable things in these last two years, but the one that surprised me the most whas definitely Four. He was strong, confident, fearless. He was Dauntless. He was also vulnerable. I read his file and found out about his upbringing. You mix all his traits together, and take away the one thing that he loved, he is bound to break. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. His sobs get more urgent, and I want to comfort him in some way, but I have no idea what to say to him. Our relationship has always been awkward. When he forgave me, which I totally didn't see coming, I thought that some of the awkwardness would go away, but it really was worse. I didn't even see him much, because he closed himself off. According to his friends, he lives in his mansion of a apartment and basically never leaves. Four sobs stop after a while and I can tell that he is embarrassed as well as in pain. Once a Dauntless, always a Dauntless. We make it up the final flight of stone stairs and I push the door open with my foot. It is midday, so people are all around us. I hear many gasps and a few screams come from the quickly forming crowd.

"Someone get a pressure bandage for him!" I say, the panic getting worse when I let go of him and he falls to the ground. Someone from the crowd gives us a few towels and I automatically press them against his leg. He lost too much blood. He groans and opens his eyes. He looks at me, and opens his mouth but no sound comes out. He tries again.

"Caleb, you are going to have to get Zeke. Do you know who he is?" He asks in a surprisingly still strong voice and I nod, remembering the tall, dark-skinned man from past meet-ups. I pull out my phone, which has all of the phone numbers of all the people I meet on it. He closes his eyes, and his chest is rising and falling peacefully, a great contrast from the panic from the crowd and my own chest. I finish making a tourniquet from the towels, which are now red with blood, and scroll through my contacts to the name Zeke Petrad. I see a blue, rusted truck roll down the road, and know that we are going to need transport.

"Someone help me get him to the hospital!" I say and an older man, and a younger version of him, and a woman with straight blonde hair come forward. The older guy introduces himself as Dwight Johnson but the other two remain quiet, all staring at Four's broken bloodied form on the pavement. The young man, who looks a few years older than me, is so familiar that I gasp when I realize the connection in my brain. He looks almost exactly like Four. I push down my accusations and decide it is all for a later time. Right now we need to focus on saving Four's life. Dwight, being the biggest out of all of us, picks up Four, and we all hear Four groan. I can tell that Dwight is having trouble carrying Four, which is understandable. Dwight may be a large guy, but Four is still a few inches taller than him. I don't know if he is going to make it all the way to the Hospital without collapsing, but he turns and surprisingly leads me to a battered up grey car, opens the door, and carefully puts the unconscious figure inside. Dwight gets in behind him, and I go around the the other door, to sit in the last chair in the back seat. The woman gets into the driver's seat, and Four's doppelganger gets into the passenger seat. They take off and I stare at Four, not sure what to do. I decide to deal with the many small wounds on his body when I see a first-aid kit on the floor of the car. Dwight gets to it before me, and I watch as he treats the major cuts first, then the smaller ones. I don't know what to do, so I get out my phone. I turn it on, but swear when I find it dead. The young man turns around, sees my predicament and looks at me.

"They have chargers at the hospital." He says to me, and I just look at him in surprise. He looks exactly like Four, I find it quite disturbing when he speaks because he has a higher voice for a man. Dwight laughs, looking at us.

"I guess you have some questions." He says, with humor in his eyes, and I nod, finding my voice.

"Who are you guys?" I ask them, actually wanting to know the answer.

"I could ask the same about you." Dwight says.

"My name is Caleb Prior, and this is Four." I say, and from the looks on his face, he already knows who Four is, but I am not surprised. Although he closed himself off, Johana made sure that everyone knew who her co-worker was.

"Well Caleb Prior, how did he get all of these injuries?" He asks, and I don't know how much to tell him.

"He was kidnapped, and these wounds are from two men. Marcus Eaton and David Trevor. Eaton was left unconscious in the Old Dauntless compound, but Trevor got away." They don't need to know about Four's connection to those monsters. How could someone hurt their own child like that. I immediately think of my beautiful wife, Cara, and our unborn child. Whenever I think of my son or daughter, pride swells up in my heart, and I will already do anything for the little fella. "I was there, because I am on the case of David Trevor, and have been keeping tabs on him for a while now." I say while showing them my badge. The woman in the front seat is driving faster than I have ever seen anyone drive in my entire life, and I see that we are almost to the hospital. "Now, can you tell me who you guys are?" I ask and Dwight shakes his head.

"Not until after your shoulder is cared for." He says, and I sigh, but know that he is right. He switches spots with Four and starts cleaning up my wound. He talks as he works.

"My name as you know, is Dwight Johnson. The young man in the front seat is my son Jeffory and the one speeding is my wife Juliett." He says and looks down at Four. For a second I think I see love in his eyes, but quickly push it away.

"Why are you helping me, a stranger with a knife in his shoulder and an unconscious man with a bullet wound in his thigh?" I ask him, because I honestly want to know, and he looks at me seriously.

"I am helping you, because that unconscious man is my nephew."

A/N: Wow. *Wipes sweat off brow* That was one intense chapter, for me anyways. I wanted to show how broken Four has become, and I am sorry if you dissagree and think that he wouldn't act that way in that situation but it is my story. Guess what? Four and Tris are almost going to be together! I think that I am going to do a POV in Uriah's, than Zeke's, then I will skip to choosing day. I am going to reply to all of the comments from my A/N's because it is more fun. To Hey: hell yeah Friends counts. I have actually not watched any of them yet, but I plan to in the near future. To the guest, who had the idea about Four and Tris when they meet again: I don't know if I am going to use your idea or not. Somebody brought it to my attention, and I have to say I agree with them. That is not how I can see either of them feeling after being apart for two years. Ok, that is all I have to say to all of you lovely folks reading my story.

Just kidding, here is your QOTC!

QOTC: Where do you see yourself in ten years.

AOTC: I see myself happily married (To a guy who is awesome) with a child on the way. My job is a nurse practitioner, and I live in my childhood home that I bought from my mother. On my side time I write Teen Dystopian fiction and raise baby fainting goats. I also hope I have chickens and turkeys.