*Disclaimer- I don't own Divergent because I'd change the ending- Veronica you little bitch! (JK love you really)*

Tobias:

I stand bemused for a few second before shouting, "Second jumper- Susan." I take Tris's hand and walk away from the net. "What wrong Tris? Did you know her?" Tris is visibly shaking. "Well?" I demand.

"Her name is Susan. She was, er, the closest thing I ever got to a friend in Abnegation. And um, She also stayed in Abnegation at the choosing ceremony. That's why this is messed up." She bites her lip and even in this state I can't help but think how beautiful she is. I sigh.

"Tris, that's impossible. How can it be-"

"You heard what she said!" Her voice started to rise and I looked round wearily. Zeke raises his eyebrows at me but I faintly shrug my shoulders and turn back. "She called me Beatrice! Barely anyone knows my name!" I can see her reasoning but she's getting worried, too worried.

"Tris, babe, I'll talk to Max, see how this happened." She starts to talk but I put my finger on her lips. "It'll be okay." I kiss her on her lips and tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"I just wanted to leave it all behind. Not think about the past Tobias." Her face is contorted and I can feel her pain.

"I'll sort it for you." She smiles at me a little and walks back towards the net were a boy in Candor white falls down screaming and hits the net with a loud bang. I turn around and walk out of the room and here Tris faintly yelling out the boys name.

"What do you mean she can stay!?" I yell, slamming my hands into the desk. "This can't be possible! It's against every law we've ever had." My head is throbbing and I feel distraught. What could this do to Tris?

"Four I would advise that you sit down now." Max growls. "I know this isn't our... Usual way, but Susan's father is one of the leaders of the city and Peter-" My head snaps up at the sound of his name. Peter got Eric's place as a leader when Eric died of a heart attack three months earlier when I turned the position down.

"What does Peter have to do with this?" I say, trying not to shout. Why would Peter have anything to do with this. It's common knowledge that he despises anything associated with the Abnegation.

"Peter was the one who recommended that we go through with this; experiment, let's call it." My head feels like it's about to explode.

"Fine," I say, gritting my teeth. "But can I ask you one thing?" I'm not asking, I'm demanding. Max inclines his head a little to give me the all clear. I clear my throat and say, "Is this permanent?"

Max stares at me with a blank expression before saying what I fear. What Tris fears.

"Yes."

Tris:

Tobias has been gone for 3 hours now. I'm starting to worry. I shake my head: Tobias will be fine. Literally nobody can challenge him. He's respected in every way amongst the Dauntless. My food looks very unsatisfying- it's been virtually untouched for 20 minutes and the chicken has gone all rubbery. I take a bite, chewing it hard in an attempt to eat something.

"YO! Tris!" I hear Chris calling out and I turn around with a smile on my face. I've not seen Christina for a few weeks now since she's been at the Faction ambassador meetings.

"CHRISSSSSS!" I squeal, and run up to her and pull her into a hug. She smells like the rose perfume I got for her last birthday. She beams at me.

"Ohmygod Tris it's been too long. I think I was going to die if I had one more bloody Amity going on about introducing farming!" I laugh at her screwed up face. I can't imagine what it would be like- I have no patience with Amity either.

"I think it'd be great to have some farms in here." I reply and Chris snorts. "No really. We could have some little dandelions over there, maybe some sunflowers would make everything so peaceful!" I put extra emphasis on "peaceful" and Christina chokes on her drink. I laugh loudly along with her.

"So," she says, "How's it been with you and Four? You know, since the whole moving in thing." She wiggles her eyebrows at me.

"Oh it's been great, I love staying with Four. And-"

"No no no no Tris, I mean how has 'things' been? Being around each other. All the time." She smirks at me and I choke on my words.

"Hey, here come the initiates," I say, pointing, thankful for the distraction. A group of about 13 boys and girls walk in, Susan among them.

"Who's that," Chris whispers, nodding at Susan. "She looks a lot older than the others." I'm about to reply when Tobias sits next to me. His brow is furrowed and he looks depressed.

"Tris; Christina," he says, taking my hand. I squeeze back and look at him.

"It's permanent isn't it." Tobias' deep blue eyes hold my own and he nods solemnly. I feel like my heart crushes down in on its self. I can't deal with this now. I just want to leave them behind. Leave the memories behind.

Leave my dead family behind.