A/N: Sorry for those people who followed and were waiting! I didn't see a lot of enthusiasm for this story so I wasn't really sure if I should write another chapter, but we'll see how it goes I guess. If it helps, I did finish this chapter six days ago but there have been upload issues. Let me know what you think!

I avoided her for weeks after that, two weeks and three days to be precise. I felt rude to ignore her, but I couldn't stand to look at her. The easy part was not seeing her face to face, she and I had completely different schedules. She left at 7 and got back at 5, I left whenever and got back at 6 or 7 at the earliest. Seeing her in my nightmares was a whole different problem. Now when Tris was begging and pleading, her eyes were emerald green and she was begging me to remember her. They had to be related, there was absolutely no possible way that two people could look so frustratingly similar and not be long lost twins. One thing I knew I had to do to find out, talk to her, as much as I dreaded the thought of doing so.

So on the 18th day after I helped her move her box I knocked on her apartment door. She opened it almost instantly, which I figured she probably would, her apartment was the size of a closet.

"Oh hey Tobias, decided you wanted to be friends after all?" She gave a slight half smile but her heart wasn't in it.

"I didn't mean to ignore you I just-"

"It's ok save it, I understand. I didn't try to talk to you either, I wasn't really sure if you were ok." She bit her lip in that same Tris-like gesture again, I winced.

"Why would you think that?"

"I know it has to be painful if I look so much like her. I know what it's like to lose something." I notice her slight emphasis on the word thing.

"No I'm good I promise." We looked at each other for another awkward second, then she invited me in.

Her apartment had changed in the last couple of weeks. The walls were still an olive green, just like mine. I'm not even sure if we're allowed to paint, though my lease agreement is pretty loose. She had a small beige couch set up in the middle of the room with an even smaller dark brown coffee table sitting in front of it. In the right corner of the room, there was a little desk and matching chair. The desk has papers stacked and scattered all over it. The shelf where I had set the box next to is now filled to capacity, books on two shelves and random objects on the third. There aren't any posters on any of the walls, and the doorway to her tiny bedroom was firmly shut. The kitchen connected to the main room had only one appliance, a coffeemaker.

"I still don't have much, wasn't expecting company, I have some crackers though if you want." She bit her lip again and I struggled to repress the memories.

"Oh it's ok, maybe we could just uh talk?" It's been so long since I tried to just talk to someone outside of my immediate friend group, I forgot how awkward it can be.

"Sure," she gestured to the small couch and we sit down, each of us occupying a cushion.

"So," she said, "Where are you from?"

"Here."

"You were born here?" Her eyes widened a little, "Most of the Testies left." She covered her mouth with her hand, Testies was a slang word used for all of the members of the Chicago Project, better than Stiff any day.

"It's ok it's just a word," I laughed a little, "I was born right in this very city, didn't know there was anything else until a couple of years ago."

"Wow that seems like a pretty limited existence, no offense. What faction were you in?"

I was a bit surprised by the fact that she knew about factions, the talk of those mostly disappeared with the other Testies. "Abnegation turned Dauntless. Why do you ask?"

"I'm a historian for the Bureau, or more of a scribe I guess. I find accounts of all of the things that are easily accounted for, and I write it up in textbooks for the new schools." Chills went up my spine at the word Bureau, Tris had saved us all from their corruption, but I have never regained my trust in them. They are basically the government, running many of the operations like the schools and the post offices, too much power for people like them.

"Well that's interesting, I'm sure you know a lot more about the Project than I do. Where are you from?"

She frowns slightly, "I was born in the Bureau branch right outside of here actually. Not that I remember any of it, that rebel made sure we would all forget." She sighed softly. I wasn't sure if I was mad or if I felt sorry. I rarely considered the impact Tris's decision had on normal people like Alex. She was just minding her business, maybe not even old enough to actually work there. Which made me wonder about why she was born there, did they allow that sort of thing?

"So are there a lot of children at the Bureau?" I tried to ask it casually as not to offend her, but a certain sadness clouded her face.

"From what I understand I was the only one. I think I must've had a really lonely childhood. You see, my father runs the Bureau and I was sort of illegitimate and my mom had me and ran. She was an assistant, all I ever had was David."

Now I took a minute to study her face, to really study it. I didn't see that evil twisted man in her beautiful face, the face that belongs to Tris. Basically everyone knows that I hate David, and though almost everyone knows it, hardly anyone knows why. Only my closest friends and my mother know who David really is, the cold blooded murderer who stole Tris from me. She notices me staring and brushes a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Sorry, I don't want to bore you. Tell me about life inside the gate."

I internally sighed, but entertained her with stories of changing factions, the factionless, the Dauntless test, things that Testies have known since they were in diapers. When I talked about the tattoos that were so common amongst Dauntless members, she paused for a split second. Her eyes clouded over minutely, and her hands that were pulling threads at her sweater started to shake. I stopped talking, and she was back to normal. She urged me to continue the story, not mentioning the small outbreak at all.

"I really should head out, I uh have a big speech to give tomorrow…" I trailed off sort of aimlessly.

"Oh yeah, they're opening that new school aren't they?"

I nodded slightly, tomorrow a new school was opening relatively close to our apartments. It wasn't unusual, they were opening at a rather rapid pace considering none existed at all as of two years ago. None that focused on the new curriculum where they taught us legitimate history instead of what was formulated for the Testies.

"Well then I may see you there, I'm actually going to be a guest for the ceremony, record it and all." She looks down and her cheeks color ever so slightly. I don't really understand why speaking of her job would embarrass her; but I suppose I'll find out all about it tomorrow.