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***Peter's POV***

Lauren and I are at the Chicago Department of Pairings applying for our marriage license. Although I've been here before, it feels much less familiar than I expected it to. With Lauren, I feel like a different person. Ironically enough, there's still a girl crying in the front room like last time.

After a ten minute wait spent in silence, watching the people around us, we are called up to the third floor over an intercom system. We glance at each other and then go to the elevator. We have to swim through a crowd of people just to get to the third floor, and then try to navigate the halls in search of the office.

We find it, and inside find a man by the name of Max. He's holding freshly printed paper, most likely our licenses. He smiles at us, but it's tight and wary.

"Hello, you two. I've just got copies of your licenses faxed over, and you'll need to sign them. However, since you are both under eighteen and your parents aren't, uh, available for approval," I give Lauren a look and squeeze her hand, "then you'll need a witness."

I bite my lip. Lauren scowls and bites out, "Well, we don't really know anyone…"

Max rubs a hand across his face. "I was afraid you would say that. Usually, the witness needs to be over eighteen, but I'll make an exception if you can find someone. Come back today if you can, and I will wed you two together."

I nod my head. "Thank you, we'll be back."

We leave the room and walk all the way back to the Porsche without saying a word to one another. I open her door for her, get in, and then start the engine. She sighs as I pull out of the parking lot.

"What are we supposed to do? Peter, we don't have any friends," she says.

I grind my teeth together. "We have someone, or you do, at least."

She laughs. "Who? No one from Factionless Drive would help us."

I nod my head. "I know, but Tris might."

I take deep breaths to calm myself. I can face the two of them, I can. I have Lauren now, and I've apologized.

The two of us stand in front of an old warehouse, listening to the screeching of a guitar from inside. I called Tris and told her of our situation. She said that Lauren and I should come to the warehouse her and Four were at. I hope that means she agrees to help us, or else I just dragged my ass all the way out here for nothing.

Before we can go inside, Uriah opens the door. His smile is easy and he winks at Lauren.

"Hey," he says to her. "Four told me to come get you guys."

"Figures," I mutter. Four doesn't trust me, and with good reason. He sent Uriah to make sure I wasn't armed and ready to attack them again.

Uriah guides us to a large room where the band, Christina, Four, and Tris stand. Luckily the loud music overpowers our arrival, and only Four and Tris come to greet us. Four's face is set with a serious expression. His arm stays around her waist protectively, and they stay about three feet away.

"So, you need a witness?" he asks Lauren. I don't know whether I'm grateful or irritated at his snubbing me.

"And about fifty bucks, if you've got it," she says with sarcasm thick in her voice.

Tris laughs at her joke before glimpsing at me. I immediately cast my eyes down, staring at a point on the ground. The awkwardness is like a thick cloud between us, invisible but very much there. Does she still hate me? Do I really care?

Four scratches his head with his free hand. "I guess we could. I mean, you both did help us with Eric at the party."

I shift uncomfortably. I feel like I should be watching this scene play out from somewhere else, like I don't belong here. Lauren nods her head enthusiastically and we head towards the exit and to the parking lot.

"We can take the Jeep, if you want…" Four suggests.

I help Lauren slide into the backseat of Four's Jeep. She grabs my hand, and we ride the entire way to the CDP like this. She tries to make small talk on the way there.

"So, are you two getting married soon?" she asks.

Tris's shoulders sag slightly, then perk back up.

"Yes," she says. "The wedding is in a few days."

For some reason, this both bothers and placates me. I feel strange emotions swirling inside me, threatening to spill out in the form of words. I take soothing breaths and feel Lauren's finger stroke my own. I give her a grateful look and she rolls her eyes, mouthing the word, "pansycake" to me. Good old Lauren, there to sympathize and make fun of you all at once.

Lauren and Tris discuss the wedding, making me feel as though the tension in the air could be cut with a knife. Flashes of memories keep coming into my head. Me with a gun pointed at Tris. Me, drunk, and binding Tris's hands. Me kidnapping Tris for the first time. I fight the urge to groan and instead try to focus on the back of the seat in front of me, which is Tris's.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and lean back in the seat in an attempt to relax. Lauren and I will be married soon, and then this will all be over. The nightmare will be done, and I can live a normal life.

Except, it won't be over. I'll see Tris and Four at some point throughout my life, and then the memories will be brought back.

We arrive at the CDP within minutes that seem to drag on like hours. This is ridiculous, I should be absolutely overjoyed that I get to marry Lauren, finally. I mentally shake myself into being happy. We get out, walk up and into the building, and then head straight for the third floor without stopping at the secretary's desk.

Tris looks around the halls with curiosity evident on her face. Four keeps a hand on her shoulder, letting Lauren and I lead the group to the correct room. We find Max's office with ease, and he seems startled by our arrival. Nonetheless, he smiles at us when we enter.

"Good," he says quietly, then once again with increased volume. "Good. I'm glad you found witnesses."

The papers are filled out, the money is paid, and within minutes, we are married. I sort of expected this to feel different, like I would be a new person. I felt like my relationship with Lauren would deepen, but it hasn't. I try not to look disappointed when we head back to the Jeep. I feel stupid for agreeing to ride with them, because now we have to ride back and get my Porsche.

Lauren grabs my hand on the way back. We stop in front of the warehouse and prepare our goodbyes. Lauren gives Four a quick hug and thanks before patting Tris's arm.

For the first time, all attention is now focused on me. Well, crap.

I nod to Four. "Thank you for helping us; we didn't have anyone else to turn to."

He shrugs and turns to go back inside. Tris lingers, and I feel it's necessary to say something to her.

"Tris…" I begin, catching her eye. Lauren looks between us and smirks, leaving and getting in the car. She knows we need to be alone. I don't have long before Four comes back, noticing Tris isn't following him.

I take a minute and then step closer to her, and am gladdened when she doesn't flinch or tense at the proximity. I sigh and watch her gray-blue eyes carefully. They hold much emotion, so much that I can't distinguish how she's feeling right now.

"Thank you, for helping Lauren and I. You didn't have to, but you did."

She crosses her arms. "You saved me from Eric more than once, and Lauren's nice. I couldn't just leave you hanging."

How can helping someone be so natural to her? How can she so easily and selflessly give up her time to help me, when I've done so much wrong to her? I'll never fully understand her, I decide, and that's why she's with Four. I almost feel she's too good for me, as she's most certainly too good for me.

"Tris, we won't ever be able to be friends, but do you think we can at least not hate each other?" I ask.

She chews on her lip. "Ya. I think we can, yes."

I stick out my hand for her to shake, and it lingers in the air, suspended, for a long time. She takes it, and despite myself I pull her into a hug. She gives me a small hug back, and I pull away quickly. When I look up, I see Four standing in the doorway, watching us intently.

I get in my car, and Lauren smiles at me.

"You may not believe it, but you're a good person, Peter," she tells me.

I laugh. "See, that's where you're wrong. I'm not."

She kisses me, and it does feel different. It's more deep and ardent than any other time we've kissed. I pull her close and fist my hands in her hair. When we pull away for breath, she whispers something to me.

"I wouldn't have married you if you weren't."

A/N: Hope y'all liked this chapter.

Question of the chapter: Out of all the characters in Divergent, who would you have be a witness for you if you got eloped?

Our answers!

JerkZero: Ummm, I'm not planning on getting eloped (married at a young age) very soon, so uhhh I guess I'd go with either Tobias or Uriah.

JerkDestroyer: Uriah! Cuz, come on, how can you not love Uriah?

JerkNone: Tris, because then she would have to be brought back to life.