Kind of short. A definite filler. Sorry bout that. Writer's block. Anyway, review, follow, favorite. I might get some divine inspiration in the next week, or so, if that's what they call it.

Some ideas are mine, everything else belongs to Veronica Roth.

Nothing But Trouble, Phantogram

My legs took off before I could stop them. Everyone started staring at me while I sprinted through the crowd, but my eyes were only one the black hair I was following.

"Theo?" Someone asked as I brushed past them. I didn't bother to look.

Paige, or should I say Dove, broke away towards the hallway containing the conference room, control room, and basically any room containing anyone older than me.

I prayed to God that Mama Eaton and Papa Eaton would ease themselves out of one of the rooms, but I wasn't possible.

"Paige!" I shouted, picking up my pace. It hit me how fast I really was going when someone came out from one of the rooms, and I couldn't even make out their face.

I swear to, well, I just prayed to God so never mind.

I swear that when I catch this bitch, I'm going to wring my hands around her neck so hard, her eyes will pop right out of her head.

She rounded a corner sharply, throwing me off.

"Shit," I muttered, almost falling flat on my face. My boots squeaked against the floor and my hands went to the floor to keep my balance. I got up and began to run down the hall, but froze.

Nash already had her.

I had to hand it to him. He does have impeccable timing.

"Get out of me!" Paige screeched as Nash held her wrists behind her back, effortlessly. He looked up at me, and smiled. A bright, two row flawless white teeth smile.

I rolled my eyes and gave him a small round of applause.

"What's going on here?"

God might have been a little late on my prayer.

My mom and dad came out from the hallway I just arrived from. Mom, with her hands on her hips and face flushed, and Dad, arms across his chest and brows knitted together.

They actually looked like parents. What a surprise.

"Why don't you ask her?" I panted. It hit me how out of breath I was, and that I must have run a good quarter-mile chasing Paige around the whole freaking compound.

"What are you talking about?" Paige sneered back, thrashing against Nash's body. A small smile went across her face, she was clearly enjoying this.

My hair was sticking to my face and I threw the whole mess behind my back and glared at her. There were bruises along her face, a cut across her temple, and a swollen lip. All products of Trevor's little tick.

"Don't make me spell it out for you," I snarled, taking a step towards her.

"Theodora, will you please explain what is going on?" My dad said behind me.

My mind was whirling at a thousand beats per second. Where did I start? Do I say that this psycho is a completely different person along with her dead brother who might not even be her brother and that her parents are here from Amity looking for her?

It would make it seem like I'm the psycho.

I looked to my parents and smiled a bit.

"Paige's lovely parents were here today," My hands hooked into my belt loops. "But, it seemed odd because they certainly didn't look like they were Erudite, which is where you said you transferred from, right Paige?"

"You don't understand-"

"Oh, I think I do. You're not from Erudite. You're a pathetic Amity,"

My tone turned so sour, even I was surprised by it.

"You knew Haley, you-" I knotted my hands into my hair. "You knew her. And that's why you beat her to a pulp. Not just because of your brother, but because you knew she would spill your little secret,"

The hall became quiet and all I heard was my blood rush to my head. Paige's small eyes were as wide as they would go. Nash's mouth was open and when I turned at my parents, they looked not shocked.

Indifferent.

Like they knew the whole time.

"Paige is this true?" My mom asked, in a ridiculously calm tone. I wanted to scream at her. Tell her that this is serious. And that she's scaring me with that easy voice.

Paige looked down at her feet and nodded slowly.

"Well then, Nash and Theo, thank you for your time, we'll take it from here," Dad nodded to Nash and he released Paige without a word in response.

And when Dad looked back at me, the corner of his mouth turned up a bit in a slight smile. Almost approving. He never gave me an approving look. Not when I stuck the landing the first I jumped off the train. Not when I shot down and shattered five liquor bottles with five shots from my first pistol. Not even when I chose Dauntless.

Maybe I should have chosen Abnegation to shake things up. That would have put some other expression on his face. But now, he looked like he was proud of me. And that's not common in the Eaton household. You can always do better in their opinions.

"Four, will you take Paige to the control room?" My mom interrupted, placing a hand on his shoulder. Her face was unreadable.

He looked at her and nodded.

He left without a single word.

Sketchy.

"Nash, is it?"

I broke out of my reverie and switched my gaze from Nash to my mom and then back to Nash. I had to get a second look at his face. It was flushed to a slight pink and his eyes were wide. For the first time, he looked embarrassed.

"If you could please return to Pit and spend some time with your family?" My mom smiled and her eyes scrunched a bit. "Because of this, I'll see what I can do about your extensive guarding time at the fence,"

Nash smiled and reddened a bit more. For some reason, I felt myself doing the same.

"Thank you, Six," He said and awkwardly moved his hands. Eventually he got out a wave to me. "Goodbye, Theodora,"

And with that, he turned and left.

My mom exhaled and placed her hands on her hips.

"I think her likes you," She said, smiling at me.

I rolled my eyes. "He likes when I wear sports bras to training, Mom. He doesn't like me,"

"Don't kid yourself," Her body shook with laughter a bit. "He called you Theodora,"

"Well, thanks for noticing that he used my birth name,"

"He's cute,"

I gave her my look. The one where I call bullshit on whatever I've been told.

She started walking down the hallway and I followed.

"Ok fine. He's gorgeous,"

"Much better," I pointed out.

I always liked having conversations with my mom. She was nothing like Father Eaton. While my dad was very careful with all his decisions, minor and major, Mother Eaton was spontaneous and a tad bit reckless. I always knew where I got that from.

"Why were you not surprised?" I asked. The question was bugging me from the beginning. If my mom wasn't shocked by the revelation, she must have had some sort of insight on Paige's origins.

She placed her hands in the back pockets of her black jeans and sighed.

"We thought something was up after we caught word from Erudite while they were visiting us for tests on the Stage 2 equipment,"

My heart jumped to my throat. So they were coming to Dauntless. And they weren't just coming for milk and cookies. They were looking at the equipment and seeing if anything was wrong. And if Nash didn't do his job right, they were going to kill me.

But, the question that was in my head more than whether I was going to die in the next day was what really happened to Logan that day. There was no way Haley could have killed all three of them, however, there was a reason why she would kill Logan. She was covering for him the entire time. She was probably fed up.

Unless Logan more to do with it than I thought. But that's ridiculous.

And Haley's gone. None of it matters anymore.

"Apparently, Erudite isn't doing too well with their initiations. There's only 5 transfers that are still going along and they only had 10 people stay at Erudite. I simply mentioned the transfers and Dauntless and one of the leaders said he had only had record of one transfer: Wesley Frair,"

We turned into the Pit and I was greeted once again by crowds of loud people. Parents entwined with their children, hugging them and laughing. It has crossed my mind that if I was separated from my parents for that long if they would react the same way.

"Right now, we're going to interrogate her and see why her and her brother did what they did," My mom said, in the same tone. She obviously didn't want anyone to overhear us.

"Is she going to be kicked out?"

My mom snorted and weaved her way through the crow, exchanging more than a few hellos with various people. I followed closely behind, just enough to hear her speak.

"We plan to initiate an appropriate punishment. It all depends on how her story holds up,"

"And what about what happened with Haley?"

We reached the edge of the Pit where the tattoo parlor stood. My mom turned around and looked at me like she just heard about the Amity sisters quarrel. Or maybe she was just surprised that I knew about it.

I'm convinced my mom thinks I actually have no social life.

"That will be considered while we take the proper measures, Theo, listen-" She stopped and put her hand on my shoulders. The slight purple circles under her eyes distracted me from the motherly look she was trying to give me.

"This is not your problem. You did your job. You have bigger problems to worry about than a silly Amity transfer and her antics," She looked behind me and smiled. "Go be a teenager. Have fun. Do what you want. I'm sure that's what your friend has in mind,"

And I didn't even have to turn around to know who she was talking about.

She gave me a kiss on the top of my head, which wasn't too easy for her considering she towered me by a whopping 2 inches. "You should come over sometime for dinner. We miss you,"

A week ago, I never would have expected the words to hit home. But now, they did.

Hard.

"Sure, Mom," I said, tilting my head to the side.

She gave me one last smile before disappearing down the hall towards the control room.

Something came over me and I turned around.

Nash stood on one of the metal walkways that line the walls of the Pit. He was scanning the crowd, lower lip caught in the grasp of teeth. I wanted desperately to know who he was looking for.

His hands were latched on the railing. His hair golden and perfect as it always was. The muscles in his arms clearly visible, like he was holding on for dear life.

Damn.

I saw some of the other girls looking up at him like he was their god. A golden god. It made me pity the feminine race.

Who the hell am I though? I was just objecting his body like a guy would do to me.

His eyes landed on me and his lip came free, tugging up into a smile that only flashed half of his perfect teeth. The funny thing was I didn't blush.

I rolled my eyes and waved up at him.

My mom's voice rang in my head with her suggestion. Maybe I was stressing too much about the whole situation. If the Erudite really wanted to kill me, they would have done it already. For now, I was actually going to listen to her.

And Nash was the first person to come to mind when she said it.

I felt something whenever I was around him. A draw. A tug. A definite attraction. Whether he felt the same thing was questionable.

He was something else. If my initiation is going to end in few weeks, I have to capitalize on the amount of time I'm around him.

Go be a teenager. Have fun. Do what you want.

I sure as hell knew what I wanted.