A special thanks to all my wonderful readers. I took the scene from the book when Tobias finds out Tris died, and changed it to fit my own story line. I do not own Divergent and these characters. Enjoy! :)

*Tobias's POV*

"What is it?" I say.

Cara shakes her head.

"Where's Tris?" I say, this time louder.

"I'm sorry, Tobias," She finally says while shaking her head. "Things didn't go as planed, and, well, Tris is in the hospital. The doctor says she has a very small chance of living."

Christina yells something, but to me her voice sounds muffled, like I have submerged my head underwater. All I can do is stand still-I feel like if I just stand still, I can stop it from being true, I can pretend that everything is alright. Deep down though I know that she probably won't make it out alive, but that can't stop me from hoping, right?

We rush down to the hospital to see Tris, but to hear she is dying is much different then seeing her lifeless pale body lay there on the hospital bed. I watch through the glass as the doctors cut open her small cold body to remove to the bullets nestled in her stomach and hip. The dark blood quickly oozing out of her becomes to much of a burden to watch, so I leave. I walk down the hallways trying to pretend this isn't happening. I find myself in a random room, shutting myself out from the current world. I can't talk, eat, or sleep. I just sit there, not having any strength to walk away. Only, walking away, is the one thing I want to do right now.

The next day, I return to the hospital room to see Tris. She lies on the bed, and for a moment I think she's just sleeping, and when I touch her, she will wake up and smile at me and press a kiss to my mouth. But when I touch her she is cold, her body stiff and unyielding. I squeeze Tris's hand, praying that if I do it hard enough, I will send life back into her body and she will flush with color and wake up.

I don't know how long it takes me to realize that it isn't going to happen, that she may never wake up. But when I do I feel all the strength go out of me, and I fall to my knees beside the bed and I think I cry, then, or at least I want to, and everything screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.

"Tobias," Tris says. Startled I slowly wake from my trance, and start the car. I pull out of the parking lot, and drive Tris and I back to the city, Chicago.

"Tobias," she repeats once more. I tune my ears to listen, nodding for her to continue.

"What happened back there, you blanked out. Whats on your mind?" I sake my head, signaling for her to drop it. She understands, giving me a short nod, before changing the subject.

"So where are we going exactly?" Tris's voice sounds a bit more bubbly then normal, probably trying to cheer up the mood.

"To my apartment, thought you would like to stay there for awhile," I answer.

"Thanks, that would be nice," Tris replies with a soft smile. "Tobias, can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"Nobody has explain to me what happened over the past year in a half. What happened to the Bureau? Where is Caleb? Why haven't any of my friends come to see me in the hospital?" These questions blurt out of her, as if she had been holding them in for a long time. I let out a long sigh, wishing to delay this moment was foolish of me. I decide to start from the beginning, and continue from there.

"Well, once the memory serum was released, the Bureau collapsed, and slowly the rest of the experiment cities were released into the rest of the United States. Old experiment cities like Chicago, are now just regular cites like anywhere else in the States. The government found out about our little operation against the Bureau, and luckily were in favor of it. Amar and I now work for the government in a small group consisting of some of the top military leaders."

"Wow!" Is all Tris is able to mouth out, before trailing off.

I continue, "There is still a dangerous group of Rebels from the Bureau that survived the attack with there memories. So in your weak state we decided to keep you safe by making the rest of the world think your dead. That way the Rebels won't target you. Only me, Christina, and Cara know your alive, the rest believe your dead. Tris, your considered a war hero!" Tris doesn't say anything, only looks ahead. I can see the gears working in her head, trying to process all this new information.

Trying to break her from her daze, I simply state, "Were almost to Chicago, I live in the old Hancock building on the top floor." She stays quiet, her body timid and frozen, reminding me of when she almost died. I'm curious to know what she's thinking of, but I let it go, leaving her to her thoughts.

*Tris' s POV*

Tobias and I steep into his tidy apartment.

"Would you like a glass of water," Tobias offers.

"I'm fine, thank you," is all I manage to say.

"Follow me," Tobias says, and I follow him into a small room. "This is the guest room, you'll be staying here. Is that all right?"

The awkwardness slowly fills the room, and for a moment I wonder if he can feel it too. Not wanting to risk saying anything wrong, I just reply with a simple, "Yes."

Tobias starts to turn around and leave, but somewhere I know I can't let that happen. Every part of me is burning to ask him the question that I wanted answered since I woke up. I unleash the dauntless inside of me, and before I can change my mind I quickly blurt out, "Tobias." When he turns around, I know I can't take it back.

"Are we still...together?" I ask him in a small whisper.

He walks forward and slowly kisses my lips. "That depends on what you want," Tobias says. "I've never been able to let you go."

"I want to be with you," I say against his soft lips, "I love you."

"I love you too," he rest his forehead on mine, his eyes studying my face. Neither of us talk for awhile, but eventually the silence breaks, "I should let you get some sleep," he kisses me once more before walking off to bed. Leaving me all along in my strange new room.

I stare blankly out the open window. Trees wrapped in glowing lights mark Christmas is just around the corner. The cool December air kisses my rosy cheeks, sending chills to run down my spine. I close the window, and step back into the room, letting the warm air embrace me, thawing my frozen skin. While wrapping a blanket around me, I sit down, sinking into the couch. With a warm drink in my hand, I feel perfectly relaxed. Then I hear a knock. The loud thud coming from my front door. But who would be visiting at this hour, I think. I walk over to the door, and lean into the peephole. I see a tall man waiting behind my strong oak door. Unlike most men though, there was something unsettling about him. Our eyes lock and a grin starts to spread across his disfigured face. A creepy grin, a familiar grin. I start to turn the door handle, and with every second, it seems to grow heaver. Time seems to pass more slowly, as anxiety starts builds up inside me, making my imagination go wild. Soon more people appear behind the strange man. I see my mom holding hands with my dad, and to my parents left is Will and Al. I step back horrified as people who are supposed to be dead are pounding on my door. The people scream I'm the reason the dead, and for a moment, I start to believe them. I sink to the ground, curling myself into a little ball.

And I cry back, "No!"

I will be writing a third chapter soon. Please review. Thanks for reading! This is the new updated version. :)