Hiya guys! I know I never update on a Thursday, but I can't update this Saturday and I was really meant to update last night although Wednesday is my worst day for 'having too much to do'. It's the day of the week of which I never get a break.

Anyway, going back to the last chapter, thanks to thaliatheawesome for another kind review and I would just like to say that I really do appreciate reviews. Even any of you wish to tell me how rubbish a writer I am or how utterly terrible the storyline is, please feel free, although if you are to do this can you give me the solution to the problem instead of just the problem?

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Disclaimer: The amazing Veronica Roth owns the book series Divergent and the characters of which come from that book series, it is just the storyline and the characters that I have created that she does not.

Chapter 7 – Predicaments, Predicaments...

Tobias's POV

She still wasn't waking, although now her body had stilled. I was afraid to leave her but at the same time I was afraid to discover what her nightmare had involved this time.

The decision wasn't exactly mine to make when her eyes flickered open and her arms stretched toward me.

"Tobias?" She asked as her hand found mine.

"It's me. Are you okay?"

Her eyes suddenly became alert and she sat up in the bed with the speed of a shooting star. "Tobias, I found something out in the dream."

"What?" Her eyes held something wonderful, yet scared. Her hand tightened on mine as she slowly lost her enthusiasm. "Tris, what is it? What did you find out?"

"I... I don't know." Her eyes closed and she mumbled in frustration. "Tobias, I don't know! How can I not know?"

"Maybe it wasn't that important? Maybe you thought it was at the time but..."

"No Tobias, you don't understand, it was important. Like really important. And I've forgotten what it was!" She groaned with impatience and fell back against the covers.

"Try and think back to the dream, what do you remember?" I urged, although I could tell by her face that she didn't believe she was going to remember anytime soon. "Come on, Tris. Don't think like that. If you do then you'll never remember."

She sighed but nodded her head in return. Sitting back up and making herself comfortable, she looked at me expectantly.

"What do you remember?" I repeated.

"Honestly? I remember nothing, absolutely nothing! I can't even remember who I saw in the dream."

"Nothing?" I asked.

"Absolutely nothing. Zero. Zilch."

"Well then, let's just forget about it and carry on with the day, shall we? You might remember it when you're not thinking about it. And you never know, it might not have been fact anyway, maybe just an object of your imagination."

She sighed and nodded her head in return.

"Buttered toast or cereal?" I debated.

"Both, I have a feeling we should be stocking up on the carbs."

"Both it is!" I exclaimed on my way through to the kitchen.

Tris's POV

I couldn't be less irritated.

Ever.

I'd learnt something in that nightmare that could possibly help us with securing our faction yet again but I didn't have any idea what it could be.

I'd been thinking this same thing over and over for the past five hours – through breakfast, through lunch, even through our faction's swimming competition... And I was competing! I've never been one for multitasking so I failed miserably, to put it nicely, and afterward everyone accused me of letting the others win – which I happily agreed to, saving me from the embarrassment that I would face had everyone known I lost endless races because of a stupid dream.

Anyway, thinking about it so often didn't help when it came to remembering what it was I found out. I even tried not thinking about it at all, like Tobias said to do, but telling myself not to think about it still involved me thinking about it... It was a lose, lose situation.

"Six?" Mark Moreno said, dragging me out of my reverie. "Am I allowed to call you Six?" He added shyly.

"Of course, Mark. What can I do for you?"

Even though Tobias and I were now the faction leaders, we enjoyed helping the initiates improve throughout initiation. We don't encourage the increase of the amount of factionless, so everyone passes initiation; we just encourage them to improve along the way. That's what we were doing now. As I looked around the room, I could see Tobias standing in his knife throwing position with a crowd of admirers surrounding him with gawking faces. It was really cute to watch.

"I was wondering about yesterday's Dissembly," Mark began, "What the council leaders said, is it true? Are you thinking about reuniting with the other factions?"

I stared at the sixteen year old and saw the hope in his eyes. He was from another faction and had been transitioned here with the other Divergent initiates. He'd obviously had family back in his faction and had left them behind.

"What faction did you transition from?" I asked.

He hesitated before saying, "Abnegation. I wasn't ever selfless enough to stay there though."

I chuckled at his comment, remembering what I had thought before my Aptitude Test. I'd known that I wasn't Abnegation – I'd had a brother that made me look selfish and arrogant on a daily basis. I'd known that I wasn't Candor – I hadn't lived by the motto 'honesty is the best policy', it just caused problems, in my opinion. I'd known that I wasn't Erudite – I could be considered clever in some cases, but I wasn't the most intelligent person on the planet. I hadn't ever anticipated that I would have the choice to choose dauntless – they just seemed the total opposite of the people that surrounded me every day. And Amity was a definite no – I could be kind and polite and whatever else it was they said, but I wasn't one for peace and forgiveness, not when it came to others nor myself. That kind of left me feeling terrified, but it turned out that I was a combination of three, and now that I think about it, I should have guessed that my results would be of something along those lines.

I thought carefully before replying, "Maybe not, but you ended up with the best result anyone could ask for. Especially at the time you got your Aptitude test, now you have a faction to belong to."

"I guess," he smiled, but I could see the doubt swimming in his eyes.

"Who is it that you left behind?" I asked quietly.

"My mum. She has no one now; my dad died four years ago and mum had a miscarriage five months ago. She hadn't gotten over either of those things before I left, and now she's alone." A tear threatened to fall from his eye, but he quickly wiped it away. "I'm sorry for bothering you..." He began.

"Don't be, it must be really hard. If there is anything that either Four or I could do, come to us at anytime." I assured.

"Thanks for the offer, but if I ever need any help, I'll come to you. Four scares me," he muttered quickly before he hopped away.

I couldn't help but smirk when I thought of what Tobias would say to that, then I remembered my current predicament and I realised that even when I wasn't thinking about the dream, I still couldn't remember what it was that I felt so annoyed about having forgot.