I'm sorry I haven't posted a new chapter soon, but my computer broke down and I had to get it fixed. Thanks for waiting, for you guys I have made this chapter extra long. :) I do not own any of these characters, all rights go to Veronica Roth.

*Tris's POV*

SMACK

"Ouch! Tris that hurt."

"Tobias, what are you doing in here?" I pant. My head slowly stops spinning, as I try to get my rugged breathing under control.

"You were screaming, Tris. I had to come in." Tobias yells.

"I'm sorry," I sigh, "Just another bad dream. I'll be alright." Then he wraps his strong arms around me, and I bury my head in his neck.

After what seemed to be 20 minutes, Tobias whispers in my ear, "We should probably get some sleep."

"Wait," I interrupt, "Will you stay with me?" He doesn't say anything, just climbs in next to me. And I soon fall asleep with him holding me close, my head resting on his chest.

I slowly awake from my deep sleep. With my eyes still closed, I start to feel around the bed, but am startled to find it, empty. I sit up and look around for Tobias. Was it all just a dream? He isn't in the room so I kick my feet get out of bed, looking for him. I open the bedroom door and a wonderful smell hits me.

"Mm-mm bacon," I say to myself. I walk into the kitchen to find Tobias standing by the oven cooking breakfast.

"Hey honey, there are a few people who have been waiting to see you."

"Who?" I ask.

"It's a surprise," he hands me a plate full of bacon and eggs, "Eat up."

I start to shove bites of food into my mouth, but before I could finish the doorbell rings, I pause mid chew.

"You finish eating, I'll go get the door," Tobias says. My eyes follow him as he walks to the door, anxious to see who it is. Christina pops in and rushes to my side. She wraps her arms around me so tight I can't breathe, so I mouth 'help' to Tobias before I pass out.

"Hey, Christina, maybe you should talk to Tris instead of strangle her," he says chuckling.

"Oh, sorry Tris," she apologies.

"Don't worry about it," I reply.

"It's amazing talking with you, instead of watching you sleep. Are you ready? I have an awesome day planned, "Christina says as she hands me a bag full of clothes and feminine products. "I thought you might like these, I doubt you have any of this stuff here."

"Thanks," I say taking the bag from her, "I'll be right back." I step into my bedroom changing into the bag of clothing Christina gave me, loving the feel of the soft cotton against my skin. Once I was done changing I step out in to the living room, only to have Christina pull me into the bathroom after her. She pulls out her makeup bag and starts holding different eye shadow pallets up to my eyes.

"I think you will look amazing with this shade of blue," Christina says after inspecting it for a while. She holds up a brush and lightly applies the dark blue eye shadow to my eyelids.

"Now for the eyeliner." She swipes the dark liquid across my eyelids, then tops it off with some thick mascara.

"Is all this necessary," I say with a hint of annoyance in my voice.

"Of course it is."

Before I could argue back, Christina smothers pink lipstick all over my lips.

We step out of the bathroom, and I can tell that Tobias is trying hard not to laugh at the new look Christina gave me.

He pulls me into a tight hug and whispers in my ear," Have a good time," then he winks at me before completing letting go.

"Thanks," I reply, before heading off with Christina.

Christina and I walk into the elevator, and as the doors shut I ask her, "What have you been up to lately, while I've been sleeping?"

"Well, you know the whole saving the world thing. That seems to be the only thing we do nowadays." Chris jokes. The elevator hits ground level and we step out and into Christina's car. We drive off, and a few minutes later we stop at a clothing store.

"What are we doing here?" I ask.

"You can't go your whole life only wearing that outfit," she says. I nod my head in agreement. We step into the store and all the clothing starts to overwhelm me. I went from my abnegation clothes to only wearing what others offered me. I've never had a nice wardrobe before.

"Where going to be here forever," I complain.

"Ow don't be silly, we won't be that long," Chris says as she dumps 15 pairs of paints into my arms. "Go try these on," she says as she pushes me into the girls changing room. Finally after trying on every pair of pants and sorting them into keepers and not, Christina throws a handful a shirts over the door.

"Also try these on," she yells, "Then we'll need to find dresses for the party tonight!"

"What party?" I ask.

"The 'we're so glad your not actually dead party'," Chris laughs.

"I thought we had to keep me a secret?" I question.

"Only your closest friends our going to be there. It's when we're going to tell everyone the big news, but the rest of the world will still think you dead. For now at least."

"Okay," I sigh. I had just been planning on stay home to catch up on some sleep. Recently I haven't felt like doing anything. I get to work trying on the pile of shirts. It takes longer time then the pants but when I am finally done I go with Christina to pick out some undergarments and other lady products. Then we head over the cash register to check out.

"I got this," she says as she pulls out a plastic card and swipes it through the machine.

"Thanks," I tell Chris, grateful to have a friend like her.

We put the bags in the back of her car and drive off, only to reach another store. This one, unlike the other, is filled completely with expensive dresses. Christina grabs a short light blue dress off one of the racks.

"Go try this on," she says as she pushes me into one of the dressing rooms. I put the dress on, and she zips it up for me.

"Christina, it's too tight. I can't breathe." I gasp.

"It's supposed to be like that silly,"

"Can't we find another dress? One that has more...room." I ask.

"Fine," she gives in, "It's your party." We go out and look for more dresses. Over in a distance rank a purple glow catches my eye. I walk over and pick the dress off the rack. It's a dark purple color, and the neckline has been decorated with lighter purple jems.

"How about this dress." I hold it up for Christina to see.

"That's beautiful. Go try it on."

I walk over to the dressing room, and slip on the dress. It fits me perfectly. I love everything about it, from the flowing bottom half of the dress that touches the floor, to the silky fabric that feels as light as air. I walk out to model it for Christina.

"That looks amazing on you," she quickly changes the subject to herself, "But how would this look on me?" She holds up a short red dress.

"I don't know. I know nothing about stylish dresses."

"Well I think it will look great," so she walks over to the dressing room. In a few minutes she walks out of the room declaring how 'this was the one', and I agree with her. It does look stunning on her. We buy our dresses and finally leave.

We drive over to her apartment which was in the old candor building, to get ready for the party.

"Where is the party," I ask her.

"At Four's house. He should be setting up by now. Now stand still as I curl you hair."

Two hours later we were finally ready, and leave to go to the party. Christina and I walk into Tobias's party to find that all our friends were already there. Uriah turns around, his jaw dropping.

"Trissy, is that you?" Than everyone else in the room turns around and just stairs blankly at me. Someone turns off the music, allowing silence to fill the air. I feel annoyed from all the strange looks.

Tobias steps in, "A year and a half ago when everyone thought Tris died from the gunshot wounds, she instead when into a comma. We kept it a secret in insure her safety, because we knew the Rebels would want to harm her, while she couldn't protect herself."

"You could have trusted me," Uriah yelled at Tobias, "I'm Tris's friend too, or did you just forget about us?"

"No, we just had to keep minimal amount of people knowing about her." He yells back.

"But you could have trusted me. I understand what its like to be trapped in a coma. I could have been there for her." I step between them.

"Guys!" I shout, "What matters is that I'm alive now. Its over now, it can't be changed. Now please stop fighting." Neither of them talk back to I walk away to find my brother. I spot him close to the back of the crowd that started forming when I entered.

"Caleb," I say, as I wrap my arms around him.

"I'm so glad to see you," he says while hugging me back. Over Caleb's shoulder I notice a familiar face walk into the room, Matthew. Horrible Images start pounding through my head. The same images I saw when I first woke up.

I see dark blood oozing out of my leg. Across from me, I watch a man, sitting in a wheelchair, pointing a gun at me. I reach out to press a button, but why? I push it anyway but not before the man with the gun pulls the trigger. The bullet hits my hip. I'm still alive holding on to my last string of life, but he doesn't notice. To him I'm dead. It hurts so much, I might as well be dead. The man slumps down into his chair, and my mother walks out from behind him. She kneels next to me and touches a cold hand to my cheek.

"Hello Beatrice," she says, and she smiles.

"I'm I done yet?" I say, and I'm not sure if I actually say it or of I just think it and she hears it.

"No," she says her eyes bright with tears. "My dear child, your doing so well. There is still more for you to do, just hold on. Keep holding on." Can I be forgiven for all I've done to get here? I want to be. I can. I believe it. I smile and close my eyes.

*Tobias's POV*

In the corner of my eye I see Tris go limp in Caleb's arms. He almost drops her from the sudden surprise of weight. I hurry up to his sides and take Tris into my own arms. I pick her up and carry her to my bed. I only leave her side to walk back out to the party, turn off the music, and yell at everyone to go. The party was over now. Once everyone was gone, I go and sit on the edge of the bed next to her. A few minutes later, Tris's eyelids flutter open, and I let of a long breath of relief knowing shes okay.

"So what happened at the party tonight, why did you pass out?" I ask her in a voice so quiet, I can barely hear myself.

"I don't know, I can't remember," she answers.

"That's okay," and I lean down to kiss her soft lips. She kisses me back, and soon our lips are dancing together. My hands that were on her shoulders, start traveling down her back, resting on her waist, while Tris knots her fingers in my hair. I tilted my head, and start kissing her jaw, soon moving down her neck. I heard her sigh into my ear, so I kiss her tattoos one at a time. When I finish the last raven, Tris pulls back, and rips off my shirt. Her mouth finds mine again. After a few minutes, we pull apart to catch our breaths.

"We should really get some sleep," Tris says in between hiccups. I chuckle, then lightly peck her lips. In moments we were fast asleep in each other's arms.

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