Hiya guys! So I really love this chapter because at first I thought, 'where the hell am I going with this story?' and thought I would have a complete writer's block with this chapter, but I didn't, and now I have a storyline totally and completely planned, I think.

I must say, the beginning of the chapter isn't as good as the lead up to the end, so if you get bored, just know that it will all get better soon:) Don't stop reading if you do start to feel slightly bored.

Anyway, we learn some new information in this chapter – big information – and I'm going to do this total clichéd thing in the next chapter which you will understand when you get to it and probably get extremely annoyed by it, so sorry for future times.

Anyway, I'm saying that you might get bored at the beginning of this chapter, but I've probably already bored you to death with this author's note, sorry 'bout that.

So enjoy this chapter, and please review, with a cherry on top:)

Oh, and sorry this is later than usual, oh and also...

Diclaimer: Veronica Roth own all the characters, it is just the storyline that she does not own, and the OC's that I have created.

Chapter 6 – In a Land Far Away...

Tris's POV

Sasha and Thomas both hesitated before turning and walking back the way that we had come. I was going to stop them when I looked at the expression on Tobias's faces once more.

"What is it?" I asked, skipping the small talk.

"They did talk about it at council meetings; in fact we were there one of the times that they mentioned it."

I stared at him blankly, attempting to make four by adding two plus two. Unfortunately I failed to see what he did.

Sighing, he said, "Last month they brought up the issue of the lake trapping our faction, just like the wall used to." He stopped for a second to allow me to remember this, and when I did he continued saying, "They didn't suggest a solution like they would usually, they gave us a problem. It wasn't a suggestion..."

But before he could finish, I added, "It was a test. And we failed when we dismissed it without the blink of an eye."

"Exactly, but the rest of the council don't realise this; at least not yet."

I suggested, "We could speak to them again, they might tell us more this time, now that we know what questions to ask."

"I think the people we should be talking to are Sasha and Thomas..."

I interrupted him yet again and finished, "Whom you just sent away. Anyway, I don't think that Sasha is involved, so the only person we need to speak to is Thomas."

"Where did you get that idea?"

"Sasha said some things to me as we were waiting for Thomas to arrive back to his room, personal things that I wouldn't have expected her to say, but she did, and I will fill you in on all that later. The point is she has nothing to do with this."

"And what is this?" Tobias questioned.

I replied, "It could be something, it could be nothing. Although right now, we can't risk putting this aside, meaning that we need to watch out for the worst case scenario becoming our reality."

"When are we talking to Thomas?"

"We're not, at least not just now. He might be up to something, so I think keeping an eye of him is the best thing to do. And I know just the person that can help us with that."

"What do you mean you need my help? What could I possibly do that you couldn't?"

I was standing in Sasha Trimsley's bedroom, the last place on earth I thought I would be at this precise moment in time, or any precise moment in time, and the amount of pink that was woven into almost every fabric and every piece of furniture seemed to blind me that slight bit more. She wasn't one for subtle. It felt weird not having Tobias behind me, but I knew that Sasha wouldn't talk much had he been here. I was surprised that she'd talked to me in the first place.

"You are close with Thomas, correct?" I asked Sasha.

"I'm close with him, yes, but maybe not in the way that you think I am," she replied.

"I don't know exactly what you were trying to tell me earlier, but I think that you know Thomas is up to something, and I want you to help me to find out what that something is."

"How am I supposed to do that? We aren't even talking!" She protested.

"Maybe not, but you said yourself that you're nothing to him, which gives me the impression that you wish you were," I started, and it was clear that I was getting under her skin. "You also said that he carries you around like a doll, which is how I would ask you to help me. If he carries you around constantly like a doll, he doesn't believe that you will ever turn against him, this doesn't even mean that you're turning against him just to be clear, and by pretending to do what you always do you will be able to find out the information that we need."

"What do you think he's doing?"

"I don't know, I barely know Thomas, so I have no idea what he is capable of."

"He was the boy next door, my Erudite initiation buddy, my best friend for always and forever. Now I'm beginning to get why you asked me to do this."

"Will you? Even just consider it."

"I've already considered. My answer is yes."

"She agreed? Just like that?"

Tobias and I sat huddled together on the couch in the wonderfully colourful living room of our Ditel room. I'd had to repeat this story a dozen times before he began to properly register and ask questions that related to the problem, which he was still doing right this second.

"Just like that," I repeated for the hundredth time, and I think Tobias heard the slight grumble that left my lips as I repeated it.

"Look I'm sorry, but can you not feel the uneasiness of this situation? What if this was planned, what if they have a plan."

"Then we will continue to think of even better plans to solve this, but until then this is how we're going with this, and we already have a candidate in the back corner."

"What happens if she decides to turn her back on the deal?"

"Something tells me that she won't be turning her back anytime soon, but like earlier, we will keep in mind the worst possible scenario..."

"Which is?"

"Which is reuniting with the other factions against our wills and ending up dead, killed by the survivors of Jeanine Matthews who unfortunately along the way picked up some of her opinions and made them their own."

"Let's hope that we come out lucky on this one."

"Let's hope."

Tuesday Morning – Tris's POV

I woke abruptly for a reason that I wasn't completely sure of, I'd slept like a log – as the Beetles tune predicted – and there hadn't been one nightmare that had dared touch me in my lovely sleep.

Then I realised why I'd woken up, it was because I had been awoken, by Tobias.

"Tobias, what's going on?" I couldn't hear myself breathe, nor could I hear myself speak. All I knew was that the words that had rung through my head I had managed to ask. I knew this because I got a reply, of sorts.

He turned to me, and when he did I saw a blank expression of which reminded me of the time where Dauntless were injected with a serum that was used to create an army. It was an expression that I never thought I would have to face again, especially not with Tobias acting as the victim.

But they had managed to create a serum concentrated enough to effect a Divergent, the one thing that I had believed would never happen.

Suddenly my hearing returned and all I could pay attention to were the screams. They were so deafening that I no longer could I not hear myself breathe; I wasn't actually able to breathe at all.

"Tobias!" I forced out with the remainder of my breath, and this time I received a verbal reply.

"Tris, it will be okay," he assured me, "Everything is going to be okay."

Although I heard his voice, his lips did not part to speak the words, and I knew that his voice was just an object of my imagination. And then it came again, "Tris, everything is going to be alright. All I need you to do is wake up."

Of course, of course this was just a dream – a nightmare. Tobias was speaking to me; the real, living, breathing Tobias was soothing me from a land I urged myself to return to. But just as the voice returned, it disappeared. And this time it didn't come back.

"Tobias, can you hear me?" I spoke, not to the Tobias that stood less than ten feet away from me, the Tobias that was in my actual bedroom, holding me most likely, encouraging me to wake but unfortunately gaining no result.

When I got no reply, I knew I was on my own. It was my job to get myself out of here, sooner rather than later.

And then a thought hit me. Why leave so soon when there could be something in this dream – this nightmare – that could help us solve our problem? The only reason I could think of was Tobias, and I knew that he would understand why I chose to stay just a bit longer. And if I found something, it might be able to help us.

Tobias's POV

"Tris, what's wrong? What's going on?"

I was sitting on the edge of the bed beside Tris who couldn't seem to stop fidgeting. Her head kept moving from one side to the other and her arms were hitting the covers continuously as her legs wriggled around in different directions every few seconds. It seemed as if every part of her body couldn't stop moving, and I didn't know what I could do to help.

"Tris, it will be okay," I tried to assure her. I didn't know if she could hear me, but I continued to try anyway, "Everything is going to be okay. Tris, everything is going to be alright. All I need you to do it wake up. Please Tris, wake up. Are you hearing me? Say something. Please Tris, please," I begged.

I carried on like this for a good five minutes before my brain started to give up. I could feel the energy draining from me, but I refused to give in to my stupid brain, there was one thing more important that anything right now and I would save her. I didn't know what I was to save her from, but I would save her.

Tris's POV

I got up out of the bed and made my way to the wardrobe, quickly shoving clothes on, tying my hair up and taking a deep breath before hurrying out the door of the Ditel. I hadn't ever had the chance to be in such control during a dream, but here I was, taking control. If there had been less screaming, I would have actually called it fun, the best part was that you didn't have to walk places as such as teleport to where you wanted to be.

"Sasha!" I yelled when I spotted her in the chaos of the crowds. It took five shouts to finally get her attention and when I did she made her way toward me.

"Sasha, what's going on?" I asked her in a rush, my words all slurring together until they made no sense to me whatsoever.

Fortunately Sasha seemed to understand what I was saying. She replied, "You don't know?" I shook my head in reply. "Jeanine Matthews is coming for us, she wants us all dead."

"Jeanine Matthews isn't in a position to want us all dead, she is dead," I stated bluntly.

"Where have you been the past three months?" She looked at me with a surreal expression on her face.

"What's the date?" I asked in the heat of the moment.

"Saturday the 12th of August," she informed me.

In real life, I was positive it was the 3rd of May, so I was living in a dream three months into the future of present day time.

And Jeanine Matthews wasn't dead, she was very much alive.