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"So, what is it?"

Arthur looked up to see Leon leaning in the doorway of his office. Arthur raised an eyebrow. Leon seemed to take that as an invitation and walked in, pulling the door closed after him. He collapsed in the chair opposite Arthur and regarded him.

"What's what?" Arthur asked.

"What is it that's giving you an itch between your shoulder blades?"

"I don't have an itch between my shoulder blades," Arthur denied, straightening up, as if that would let him hide his uneasiness.

Leon gave him a look. "Arthur, you haven't been the same since the fire. And it's even worse since we cleared the building. Your locked up here longer than you usually would. What is it?"

"Nothing," Arthur said.

"Arthur…"

"Not yet," Arthur snapped. He rubbed his eyes and leaned back. "Not yet, Leon. When I have… more than I have now, maybe I'll tell you."

Leon sighed. "You know I can help you right? I'm your friend Arthur. Let me help you get this… more."

Arthur considered it but decided not to. Whatever was going on was big and he didn't want Leon caught up in it just yet. If he was caught, he had the protection of being both a Dauntless leader and the son of a Dauntless leader. If someone caught Leon where he wasn't supposed to be, they might not hesitate to kill him. He had no great connections.

"No," he said to Leon. "Not yet." He saw the man's shoulders slump and felt a bit guilty. "Watch your back though," he added. "And if you don't mind, watch mine."

"Always, Arthur," said Leon straightening up. He stood and went over to the door, "Don't stay up here too late."

Arthur just smiled and waved him out. When Leon left his face darkened as he turned back to his work. He'd gone in search of ways to find out the power draw for the city and instead had stumbled across something even more alarming: The power draw for the trains. Arthur knew the train schedules, dauntless did basically organize the train schedules because they worked on them so much. Arthur knew the weight they usually carried and the power required for the weights of the basic train run, whether it be cargo or passenger train, and he had found discrepancies.

Perhaps if he hadn't been searching for discrepancies in the erudite buildings his eyes might not have caught on them, but he had seen them now, and finding himself barred from accessing the records of the city power draw, he had decided to work on these, while he worked out another way to get at the city power draw. Something thing weird was happening with the trains and even more alarming, something weird was happening in on the trains from Dauntless to Erudite. Arthur was determined to get to the bottom of it.

"Please tell me there's some way of me being able to talk you out of this," said Gaius.

"Gaius, there is some way you can talk me out of this," Merlin said promptly.

"Are you lying?" asked Gaius.

"Yes," said Merlin.

"Merlin," said Gaius, "This is dangerous."

"Dauntless," said Merlin pointing at himself, "It sort of comes with the job description."

"But it is dauntless you're going up against Merlin," said Gaius, "They're dangerous."

"I know," said Merlin. He sighed and slumped. "But I'm dauntless Gaius," he said, "I protect. Even if it is against my own people, I protect. That is what dauntless is for. If I back away from something just because it's dangerous, just because I'm scared, I'm not dauntless, I'm not brave."

"The dauntless always say there's a line between being brave and being stupid," Gaius reminded him.

"And I'll be careful," Merlin told him. "Trust me," Merlin told him, "I'll be very careful. But I have to check this out. You know I do. It's the right thing to do."

Gaius sighed. "Alright. Alright. But you be careful boy. I don't ever want to have to tell your mother you're dead."

"You won't," Merlin told him.

"Don't be reckless," Gaius told him.

"Am I ever?" Merlin asked.

"You don't want me answering that," Gaius said. "Now go, or you'll miss the train." Merlin grinned a blindingly cheerful grin at him and whisked out of the infirmary and into the darkness of the facility.

Elyan found Gwen sitting on the porch of their home sipping a cup of chamomile tea.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," she replied, smiling at him. "Tea?"

"Nah," said Elyan, "I have enough of the water trying to calm me."

Gwen laughed but she broke off, frowning.

"What is it?" Elyan asked.

"You remember that dauntless, the one I treated for the slice in his leg?" She asked him.

"Um, yeah, something with a 'G' right?"

"Gwaine," said Gwen.

"Is he bothering you?" Elyan asked, concerned.

"No!" said Gwen quickly, "I mean, he's always bothersome but not like that. It's just…I think he knows about me."

"What do you mean?" Elyan asked leaning forward and lowering his voice.

"I mean, I think he suspects I'm divergent," she said softly.

"Did he tell you so?"

"Hinted at it," said Gwen. "I don't think he'll tell but, I thought I should tell you."

"Good," said Elyan though he was burning in anger at the thought of someone threatening his sister. "I'm glad you told me."

"Well we haven't kept secrets in a long time," Gwen said laughing, "I didn't think we should start back now."

Elyan laughed. "Me too." He leaned back in the chair and then said. "Want to go for a walk?"

"Where?" said Gwen.

"West Orchards, see if any fruit fell," he said.

"Sure," said Gwen, "I feel like stretching my legs actually."

"Good," said Elyan. He knew that the walk would take his sister's mind away from her worries. If he had to sacrifice his own aching legs for that, it was worth it.

Percival made his way slowly, back home after dinner. He ambled this way and that, trying to make the walk last longer. However all too soon he was back at his house. He began to walk up the stairs and then paused. He was far too restless to go inside and try to sleep. Maybe an actual walk would do him good.

He contemplated his choices of routes. He could go to the flower gardens but they were too short and he didn't feel like walking around in the heady perfumes of the night flowers. He wanted wind and dirt and crushing leaves.

And orchard then. Which one. He pretended to think about but he knew that really there was only one choice: the West Orchard. It was darkest there, and right on the edge of inner Amity land. He had gone there many times before, to work out frustration that wasn't supposed to be present in an amity. The West Orchard held his secrets and was so familiar as to be like an old friend.

With his mind made up, Percival slipped away from his house and made his way over to the orchard.

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