This chapter was slightly harder to write than the others, but it's done now. This is likely to be one of the last few chapters of this fanfic, maybe three or four more? But I'll try to keep updating regularly.

Tobias

I try to avoid walking past Tris's cell, or anywhere near that corridor if possible. When she isn't screaming in pain there is only an eerie silence, almost like she isn't there, but her presence still remains.

Two days have passed since I made her the promise of getting her out, and I haven't acted on it yet. She has been injected with the serum four times in total since we arrived, and I'm surprised she still has her sanity. I haven't seen her since I carried her back, and made a promise I may not be able to keep, and if I can't keep that promise, I may as well shoot her myself.

Seeing as I am currently working for Jeanine, I am doing patrols around the compound where Tris is, along with five others. I turn a corner, and almost come to a stop at the corridor I am now at. It's completely empty, white walls and floor, a row of fluorescent lights along the celling, and to any other it would just look like another hallway, but I know what makes it different.

This is Tris's hallway.

I slowly but steadily start to walk down it, one foot after the other, my gun slung cautiously over my shoulder, and I eventually reach Tris's cell door.

I try to avert my gaze as I walk past but something stops me, something that is different than usual. I turn my head back to look at the door and angle my body so I am fully facing it again. Yes, something is defiantly different.

Instead of the usually silence that emanates from there, there is slight mumbling coming from inside. I hesitantly take a step forward, and then another until I am face to face with the door. The noises are clearer now, but still muffled by the thick door. Slowly and quietly I ease the door open a crack, and peel round.

Nothing is out of place, everything seeps normal, except Tris is lying on the bed, head tilted slightly to the side as if looking at something, her eyes swimming in and out of focus. She doesn't seem to notice me, and I don't say anything to get her attention as she continues speaking, to who or what I'm not sure, but she continues to talk to thin air. "Mom?" She says, her voice quite. "You said you'd come back, you didn't." I feel like I am intruding, although there is nothing to intrude upon really. I look towards the other end of the small cell to where Tris is trying to focus on and see no one. Why would I? Her mother is dead, so why would she be there? I look back to Tris who now has tears in her eyes as she continues to whisper in a half delusional state. "No," she shakes her head, but I don't know what she's talking about, it's like hearing one side of a phone call, you only get half the picture. "No," she says again, more forcefully this time. "Peter, stop it." Tears begin to fall down her face and her fists scrunch up, her fingers digging into her palms. "No!" She screams thrashing her head from side to side as if trying to get rid of whatever she just saw. I run over to her, letting the door close behind me and slinging my gun to the floor, I grab her shoulders, trying to still her. She starts screaming, crying, kicking her legs, muttering 'no' over and over, and I have to practically sit on top of her to still her, my hands on her shoulders and my knees on either side of her thighs.

"Hey," I say, gently shaking her shoulders a she cries. "Hey!" She starts to scare me when she doesn't respond, just continues to shake and cry and thrash her head about. "Stop it!" I almost yell and shake her shoulders once more, hard so she hits the bed with reasonable force.

Her eyes snap open and suddenly focus in on my face, and relief floods me all at once. A single sob escapes her as she throws her arms around my neck and buries her head in my shoulder. In shock, I hold her to me, and rock her gently. I pull her up into a sitting position and she crawls into my lap, all the while keeping her head against my shoulder and her arms around me, and as she cries I run her back soothingly and hold her head to me, my hand in her hair.

This is how I want things to be, but not I'm these circumstances. I want to be able to hold her whenever I want, I want to be able to comfort her and stroke her hair and kiss her until she feel better again. I want to be hers. And I want her to be mine.

And things could be like that if I get her out.

I could go now. Carry her out, pretend I'm taking her to Jeanine, and then just make a break for it. Once we got on the train we'd be fine. Of course, we wouldn't be able to go back to Dauntless; we would be too easy to track. Maybe we could go to Amity, they would let us stay for a few days, and then we could go and live with Evelyn, live Factionless. Sure, it's not the best lifestyle, but if I had Tris with me, I'm sure I could manage.

But how would I get her out without any questions being asked, suspicions being raised. That's something I would have to think about. But right now, it can wait, because right now, all Tris needs is someone to hold her, and I intend to do just that.

So I hold her, rock her in my lap, whispering sweet nothings into her hair, until she finally calms down and falls asleep clutching my shirt.

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