Hiya guys! I am uploading this chapter today for two reasons. Firstly because I received a very nice review from thaliatheawesome asking for an update this Wednesday - thank you for very much for the review and thanks for pointing out my mistake in the last chapter, all is fixed and well - and secondly because I am away this weekend for my birthday which was Monday passed and I won't be able to upload a chapter this Saturday - sorry guys! But to make up for that, I will update next week both Wednesday and Saturday, and then I shall continue with my regular Saturday updates.

Yeah, so anyway, I'm not really too keen on this chapter and it's also quite short in my opinion but I'm not sure why I'm not too keen on it so I don't know what I should have changed about it. This is me just going for it and updating it, so I hope you enjoy it:)

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Oh, also, I forgot in the last chapter, but...

Disclaimer - All characters in this story belong to Veronica Roth, it is just the storyline that does not.

Well that's me done, but I was just thinking, imagine you wrote a disclaimer and then wrote the wrong author - that's actually something I could picture myself doing...

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Chapter 3 – One, Two, Three, Four...

Tris's POV

"What the hell was that?" I demanded as I glared at Sasha with my hands curled in fists.

We were in the hallway that held the door to the Dissembly Hall and to say I was livid was an understatement. As Sasha stood two metres in front, Tobias stood close behind me. I didn't know where Thomas was, but he had spoken to Sasha as the crowd of Divergents walked out the door and back to the Ditel for another half hour snooze once the Dissembly had been dismissed, and currently I couldn't care less where Thomas was. At least Sasha was still here for me to take my anger out on.

"Six, calm down," Tobias begged as his hand clasped mine in attempt to help me relax. We never used our real names in public, instead we kept it to Four and Six – the number team as Sasha had called us during the previous Dissembly.

"Yeah, Six, calm the ham," Sasha chuckled. Before she had any chance to continue with her unnecessary teasing Tobias stood in front of me, now face to face with Sasha, with a face full of infuriation.

He spoke with a composed voice but it held a tinge of something that scared even me. "You have no right to tell anyone to do anything at this moment in time, especially your leaders. Now, we are still seeking an answer."

"An answer to what?" She replied innocently, seemingly unfazed by the look Tobias directed toward her.

"An answer to what the hell was that?" I repeated as I stepped forward so that I was directly by Tobias's side. "Look, you are a respected Divergent citizen that greets us every second Monday morning with a smile and a hello, but today's Dissembly wasn't acceptable. It was the total opposite. As Four and I told everyone the day that this faction finally opened the doors to its future citizens, we will reunite with the other five factions some day, but that day isn't going to be soon."

"I don't think that what you're doing is right..." She began, but she didn't get very far when I continued talking.

"You're not the only one, and before you bring up the point about Jeanine Matthews being dead, she wasn't our only enemy. So many people outside of our faction are still processing the fact that we are as much a part of their society as they are, and some aren't actually allowing themselves to process that fact at all. We are still hated by a big proportion of the people that we used to call family and we can't risk losing everything that Four and I fought so hard to create by moving too fast." She yet again opened her big fat mouth with a sarcastic expression plastered across her face and I finished my speech with, "Tell Thomas that you are both being unassigned the positions of council leaders and council members."

The sarcasm that her expression previously held was replaced with a look of utter horror. "You can't do that! It's not your decision to make!"

"Don't forget who you're talking to," Tobias piped up. "The decision has already been made; you're free to go now. Thank you for your time."

I grunted as I fell back on the bed that had sat unmade since I woke up this morning, I was glad of that, it still had some of the warmth and comfort that it had had when I dreaded the idea of putting both feet on the floor and stumbling out of bed.

"You don't actually think that they have some sort of evil plan?" Tobias asked me for the hundredth time.

"Of course they do!" I said as my body jumped back in motion and I dragged me into a sitting position at the edge of the bed. "You saw her face when I told her that they were being unassigned, they have a plan, I just don't know what it is yet."

"Are you sure they don't just miss their families like Sasha said?"

"They may well miss their families, most of the people in this faction do, but the intelligent minds of this faction know fine well what would happen if we tried to contact those who previously hated us too soon."

"And we know what this faction will become if we don't do it soon enough," Tobias pointed out. "Look, we don't have families to miss, that's the difference between us and them. You're mum and dad are dead, and you're brother is a part of Erudite. Marcus is still the Abnegation leader and I have no intentions of having him be a part of my life, and Evelyn was killed shortly after..."

I let go of a deep sigh and made my way over to Tobias. His eyes held that of a lost soul as they faced the floor, but to my relief when he looked up at me his eyes filled with something much happier. He held out both his hands as an invitation and I allowed him to swallow me whole. Neither of us spoke a word as we held each other for the next ten minutes and finally we were interrupted by the robotic voice of the Ditel time, followed by the noise that filled the corridors outside as the citizens of Divergent dragged themselves back out of bed and made their way to where they needed to be in five minutes time. You'd think these were the early birds, but those were the ones that had made their way to wherever they were going when the Dissembly officially finished, the ones that had been sitting doing nothing for the past half hour.

I grunted as I realised what was about to happen.

"Take a deep breath, count to ten..." Tobias began.

"Been there, done that," I started as I shoved my shoes over my feet. "And I can assure that whoever came up with that theory was one of the most stupid and unrealistically optimistic people on this earth."

"Well, let's take some of that stupidity and optimism to this council meeting and hope that Sasha and Thomas are going with the flow and planning to stay as far away from that meeting as possible."

I took hold of his hand and opened the door as I turned to him and said, "Wishful thinking, my friend."

"More like optimistic thinking," he replied.

"I stand corrected, and just to add some stupidity to this turn of events as you suggested, I am going to hope that they have in fact decided to go with the flow, as you so metaphorically put it." I dragged Tobias out the door and closed it behind me.

"Is it just me, or have we been using a lot of big words today?" Tobias asked as we made our way through the corridor.

"If that's what you're thinking now, wait for the showdown Sasha Trimsley and I will be having when we reach the council hall."

He pulled on my arm as I continued to walk forward and I had no choice but to stay still as he asked, "What happened to the optimism?"

"I attempted it, but then I realised that I am, in fact, Beatrice Prior."

I began to walk again, this time not allowing him the option of holding me still as he was left stumbling behind me.

"Hurry much?" He questioned as he tried to remain the masculine face that the rest of our faction saw when they looked at him.

I knew the truth, and I couldn't help but tease him about it. "I'm not fast, you're just too slow."