Chapter 2

Tris P.O.V

"Alright, let her off the sedation. Tris, I want to make myself clear. If you try to escape I will kill your baby, not you, your baby. I will also kill Tobias, if you leave me no choice. Do. You. Understand. Me! I have guards on you 24-7,Tris. I will know exactly what every move you make. I hope you don't try anything stupid." David says.

I can feel the medication that has been keeping me paralyze being reduced. My eyes flutter open for the first time on their own in months. My head still feels heavy, but I can lift it. My hand moves protectively on my swollen stomach, for the first time. Amazed how big I am already. They sedated me for so long, robbing me of this time being pregnant with my baby. Tobias' baby. They robbed him of this moment. He doesn't even know about the baby. Anger boils with in me, and the beeping sound from the monitor goes off a mile a minute.

"I know this is upsetting you. But you have to keep calm for the baby. She needs you to stay calm, so she can stay calm. She needs your strength." The nurse says. I notice her name tag, Jess. David must have left the room, she is speaking too freely.

"She?" Jess said. She? It's a girl! Tobias and I are having a baby girl! I can't help it, a tear drops from my eyes. I will stay strong for her, I will find a way for all of us to be together again.

"How far along am I?" I want to know, I need to know

"You are twenty one weeks, and three days. It wont be long now." The nurse pats my swollen stomach. "Just rest, try not to upset yourself, you suffered from a lot of gun wounds. It's a miracle she is still in there, safe and sound." She says, turning and leaving me to my thoughts.

Twenty one weeks? I'm almost... Five months and one week pregnant. That means that Tobias thinks I have been dead for five months. I'm torn between the pain in my hurt for Tobias and the fear that I have for our baby girl who is growing inside me.

My hand messages my belly, and I can't help but smile at the thought of the little life growing. "You know my little munchkin, you are something else. I bet you are going to look like your daddy. He has dark brown hair, blue eyes, and the most incredible smile I have ever seen. Your Daddy might not be very happy right now. But I'm sure that if he could, he would be in this bed with us talking to you too. Don't worry little one... we will get home to daddy soon! I will do everything I can! I promise!" As I make my vow to my baby girl, I feel her kicking inside. As if she understands what I am saying.

Everyday I speak to my little girl, tell her stories about her daddy and mommy. I tell her how we met, how we fell in love, stories about her grandparents and how they would have loved to had met her. I'm twenty seven weeks now, thirteen more weeks and she will be here. It breaks my heart that Tobias might miss the birth of his daughter...

Maybe I have faced death too many times, or maybe it's my mother instincts kicking in. But the need to be over cautious with every step and thought over powers me.

Privacy hasn't been granted to me, David's guards follow me everywhere. I was able to pass a note to my Nurse Jess. She has such innocent friendly eyes and she always goes out of her way to comfort me. I thought I could take the chance and trust her. The note asked her to help me. Get word out to Tobias Eaton in Chicago, that I was here, ALIVE, and need help. I know that Jess read the note, but there was never a out come. Everyone fears David too much to stand up to him.

I can't help the images that would creep in my mind, every time I have to see David. I often fantasize how it would be best to kill him, strangling, snapping his neck, blowing up the damn Compound, even grabbing a gun from the guards and shooting him in the damn head.

But fear holds me back, hesitation for the little life I'm carrying. I am reminded of all the fights Tobias and I use to have regarding my reckless behavior and to the no regards for my own life. If he could see me know. I know I have to make my escape but it has to be calculated right. I can't just leap, if I get caught I can risk the life of my daughter. I know, I won't be able to handle the loss.

David finally let me out of the laboratory room yesterday, allowing me to have a small living space, it connects to a bathroom. The room is plain with a bed, dresser, and a crib. The room is kept locked, with a call button in case of a emergency. No windows. Out side my door is a long empty hallway, filled with cameras.

The horror that my baby girl will be born in prison is torture. But I can't escape, I fear that if I try I will loose my baby girl in the process... Unless someone would help me. The people that knows about my situation are not happy about with my imprisonment but they won't help me. All ten of them are scared of David's power and they won't risk getting caught. Scared that David would find out.

I know some how, some way I need to make it back to him... if it's the last thing I do. The last thing I do? The thought sends chills down my spine. What if something happens to me? What will happen to my baby? She would be parent-less. Her father would never know about her and I will be gone for good this time. I need to find a way, the safest place for her is with her father and I, together!

Tobias P.O.V

I feel like I'm going in sane, I refuse to be at my apartment for longer then it takes me to sleep, shower, and dress. It's just a place to come and go, it doesn't mean anything. Nothing is home, and it never will be for me. It takes everything I have in me to make it out of bed in the mornings. The desire to stay and dream is over powering.

My dreams is the only thing that provide me comfort. In my dreams Tris is alive. It was all a misunderstanding, it wasn't her, David took her, Peter sedated her, or she just knocks on my door and appears. But in every dream she is alive, in my arms safe, my heart is whole again, and life has a purpose again. Then every morning I wake up to what could have been, and what should have been. I wake up with tears in my eyes and my heart breaking all over again.

During the day I keep myself busy as much as I can. I have become a workaholic, and when I'm not working I am volunteering for the city. I help restore the city buildings, parks, and streets. Anything to keep me busy. No one understands the pain I carry. The guilt that consumes me and not just for Tris, for the guilt of Uriah's death is also my doing. Everyone just wants me to have a smile on my face again. But that smile will never be real and genuine again.

I work hard in honoring Tris, I have taken a position in Politics. I work side by side with Evelyn, and Joanna. We have restored the peace to the city and we are working on building relations with other cities that exist.

It keeps my mind off of Tris and at the same time I feel like she would be pleased with the work we have accomplished. I hope she is watching over me now, smiling in all the accomplishments, and waiting for me to join her when my life is over.

There will never be anyone else... And I don't want there to be anyone else.

Zeke and Shauna tried to get me to go out on a double dates with them. Although they loved Tris, they want me to get out and have fun again. I appreciate their concern but there will never be anyone that can take Tris place in my heart. The thought of someone else, taking over that spot that should have been hers. But the guilt just tortures me.

Why can't they just leave me alone? Why can't they see I'm barely holding on and need to just get by another day, another hour, another minute?

Sleepless nights are the worst, rolling around in my tangled sheets. I decide the best thing I can do is take a walk.

When we made it back to the city we all took resident in the newly restored Hancock building. But somehow I have ended up back in Dauntless, walking to our spot by the Chasm. Tris and I shared our first kiss on these rocks. Declared ourselves. It feels like ages ago that happened. To have her hand in mine, her lips touching mine again, and to have my arms wrapped around her. I would give any thing to have her back.

Something catches my attention, a scream. The scream is filled with terror, needing help. I get up and run towards the chaos. What I see in front of me, can only be described as a out of body experience. There I am fighting Peter, Drew and Al... Al takes off first, Peter is holding Tris over the railing, and I am beating up Drew.

"Four." She said, that's all it took. Her saying my name, woke me out of the trance that I was in. I lost control, beating Drew up.

I see myself stop beating Drew and turning around. I see myself reaching for Tris, taking her back over the railing and into my arms,then she passes out. I catch her with one arm under her knees and the other under her upper back carrying her. Like a ghost they walk right through me. I turn and see them continue walking down the hallway.

Then I hear her yelling my name "Tobias!"

I turn back towards the Chasm and another Tris is in front of me. This Tris has her hair shorter, then the one I just saved. She has scares on her arms, more muscle tone where she was once leaner... she is the warrior that I saw her become.

"Tobias, listen to me. You have to come for me! Stay strong! I need you! I love you!" She says. The expression on her face giving off that she is frighten, and needs me.

"Tris." I say. Her name burning as it makes its way out.

"Please help me!" She pleas with me as she begins to fade away. I reach out my hand trying to touch her but its too late. Shes gone.

My eyes open, I'm back in my apartment on my bed. My body filled with sweat. It was just another dream. I cry out her name, the pain is overwhelming. "Tris!"