A/N Thank you for your continued support. I'm still shocked to see how many people read this and keep up with this, I honestly thought that Divergent had died out as a fandom but I'm happy to see people enjoy this still. I'm also sorry for the long break, for some reason this chapter was just harder for me to write. I'm hoping that I can update this on Wednesdays or Sundays, my regular days off. Onto more story.

Tobias' POV

I stand with my arms cross, as we wait for the train. The sound of the footsteps lets me know the initiates are arriving. Their chatter isn't really distinguishable, not that I was really trying to focus on any particular conversation. The next train should be here soon. There was a hush for just a moment and immediate whispers. Curious of what had caused the change of mood in the initiates I turn to look. Tris was the last initiate to arrive and most were staring at her and I could see why. She wore a short sleeve shirt, exposing her scars on her arms to everyone who looked. There were a few small bandages on her arms but that didn't hide much. She still wore those bands that covered her wrists and I didn't blame her. For a moment she seemed anxious as everyone stared and whispered, but I could see the moment she steeled herself. She straightened her back and lifted her chin and walked forward to her friends ignoring the looks.

In that moment I knew she belonged her more than anyone here, me included. It truly took courage for her to expose even that much, and she did it confidently. I wondered how much more there was. I didn't have any on my arms, it was somehow contained on my back and barely curled around my sides. The train arrived and no one had time to question her. I helped her up since she was still injured. Everyone eventually made it into the same cart and it was oddly quiet, like no one dared to break the silence.

"So that's what the Abnegation do to their children," Peter speaks up smirking. "I'm sure the Erudite would be thrilled to learn this." She turned to him and gave one of the most terrifying glares I have seen next to my father's.

"It wasn't my father who did this to me, Peter." Then who did? I couldn't help but wonder.

"Oh, so it was your mom!" I didn't think her look could get colder, but I was wrong. The temperature seems to drop as her eyes turn to ice.

"Don't you dare say another word about my mother, she is better than you or I could ever be. It wasn't either of my parents; in Abnegation I wasn't allowed to defend myself from anyone, factionless or not, didn't matter. Why'd you think I left? Did you really think it was because of the food?" I needed to stop this before someone got hurt.

"Am I going to have to listen to your bickering all the way to the fence?" I ask, luckily everyone shuts up. I lean out the door to think. If it wasn't her parents, who did give her those scars? A memory once again resurfaces and I remember my earlier suspicions. I hear a young girl's screams and cries for help through the door of the closet. It couldn't have been, she would've been too young, why would she have come over regularly unaccompanied anyway? I let the wind carry the impossible thought away and wipe my mind.

"What do you think is out there?" I hear Tris' voice again, but the car is warmer and her voice is calm. "I mean beyond the fence."

"A bunch of farms, I guess," Christina's voice is barely audible.

"Yeah, but I mean... past the farms. What are we guarding the city from?"

"Monsters!" Christina jokes.

"We didn't have guards near the fence until five years ago," Will speaks up. "Don't you remember when Dauntless police used to patrol the factionless sector?"

"Yes," she doesn't elaborate. Was it someone factionless, or maybe some dirty Dauntless police who decided to harass her? The second thought makes me want to knock some heads if that was the case, we were supposed to protect the people, how could anyone who claims to value courage do something so cowardly? Then again, someone who claimed to be so selfless could be just as selfish...

"Oh, right," he says. "I bet you saw them all the time."

"Why do you say that?" Her tone was as sharp as a knife. Maybe I'm not far off on my guess.

"Because you had to pass the factionless sector to get to school, right?"

"What did you do, memorize a map of the city for fun?" Christina breaks the tension for me thankfully.

"Yes," says Will. "Didn't you?" I come back in the car as the train begins to brake. The train stops for once but only because this is the end of the line. Honestly I don't understand why we even have the fence let alone guard it. It's a weak chain link fence topped with barbed wire. It's not going to prevent anything really determined from getting in.

"Follow me," I command. All the initiates follow me to the gate. "If you don't rank in the top five at the end of initiation, you will probably end up here. Once you are a fence guard, there is some potential for advancement, but not much. You may be able to go on patrols beyond Amity's farms, but-"

"Patrols for what purpose?" Will's erudite past makes an appearance, but I honestly didn't know the answer to his question. Not that I had never wondered but I couldn't find many answers. I shrug, "I suppose you'll discover that if you find yourself among them. As I was saying. For the most part, those who guard the fence when they are young continue to guard the fence. If it comforts you, some of them insist it isn't as bad as it seems." Christina whispers in Tris' ear.

"What rank were you?" Peter asks. I don't have to answer. I know he's trying to be smart, but maybe it will change his perspective and get him to respect my authority.

"I was first."

My answer obviously confuses him. "And you chose to do this? Why didn't you get a government job?" Typical, he thinks authority is power and power is the most important thing. I can see why Eric likes him. It's like a mini version of himself.

"I didn't want one," and I leave it at that. I mainly let the initiates do their own thing. A couple speak to the guards to ask questions, but I wanted them to see just how little there actually is to do out here. Hours simply standing doing nothing in the hot sun, hopefully this would motivate some of them to try harder to improve their scores. Most of them are just chatting with each other. I notice one of the Amity from the truck talking to Tris. I strain to overhear their conversation.

I hear him say something about volunteering. He seems to notice her scars, appearing concerned. She jerks her arms back when he goes to touch them. I can tell by her sudden scowl he's angered or offended her. He raises his hands in a sign of surrender. She relaxes and he smiles at her before leaving.

"Brenda, could you keep an eye on the other initiates?" I ask, "I need to talk to one of them."

"Sure thing Four, but remember I'm not a babysitter." I roll my eyes, before walking over to Tris.

"I'm worried you have a knack for making unwise decisions." I'm casual even though I want to yell.

"It was a two minute conversation," she huffs, crossing her arms. She shifts her weight to one hip so you can obviously see her attitude.

"I don't think a smaller time frame makes it any less unwise." I want to reach out and inspect her scars, that she has so bravely put on display, more closely, but I saw how she reacted to the Amity boy. Instead I attempt to brush gently at her bruised eye. Her eyes widen in horror and she flinches just the tiniest bit as I raise my hand toward her. I stop. Again I can't help but wonder what happened to her exactly and who did it, if not her parents. I lower my hand. I know one thing, she came here for the same reason I did, to learn to defend herself, to learn bravery. I could at least help her with that. I sigh, "You know, if you could just learn to attack first, you might do better."

"Attack first? How will that help?" At least she's willing to listen to my advice.

"You're fast. If you can get a few good hits in before they know what's going on, you could win."

"I'm surprised you know that since you left halfway through my fight yesterday, which I did win," insinuating she doesn't need my help.

"It wasn't something I wanted to watch." It reminded me of all those years ago when I was helpless to the girl from inside that closet as I listened to her cries. "You also have quite the endurance, if you can dodge their attacks long enough they'll tire themselves out, but that's not exactly the Dauntless way to win the fight." It's quiet for just a moment.

"Listen...To...Four...I-" The train whistle cuts off whatever she was about to say.

"Looks like the next train is here. Time to go Tris."

A/N: Ending note. I'm also considering changing the name of this fic to something more fitting. I'm came up with this a while ago and it just doesn't seem to work now. Let me know in the comments what you think. Should I change it or not? If you think I should change it, what should I change it to?