A/N: Hi everyone! Thank you so much for all the reviews asking for more. And as someone said: 'post a new chapter if you're going to keep up with the story, or, if not, please tell us.' So, here I am with a new chapter! And here's also a friendly reminder that I do not own most of its characters or places. Divergent was written by the amazing Veronica Roth and she gets credit for it, obviously :) I hope you enjoy your reading and thanks again for all your support! And for that guest whose friend borrowed your books, I'm glad I'm helping you. Even though a B average on the first term doesn't seem to be enough for my parents so I can't update that often.

PART TWO – EMMETT'S POV

Chapter Nineteen – The Naked Truth

When Four told me to go first and held Is on the train station my heart literally stopped. I've seen the way she looks at him and the way she seems to trust him even more than she trusts me. Not to mention the way she looked at Dauntless members back at school, because Four is definitely more dauntless than I am. And the simple thought that he might feel something for her and that he's telling her that at this exact moment just drives me crazy. I had to force myself to do as he said and run to the train. After a few minutes of panic I see her tiny figure jumping inside the train with what seems to be a gun on her right hand. I let out a deep breath with relieve.

"What did Four want?" I ask, trying to keep a neutral voice as I lay against the car wall.

"I'm not sure. He said something about a guy named Tobias Eaton. Do you know who he is?" I shake my head as an answer to her question.

"Isn't Eaton the name of the guy from Abnegation? The one who usually does the speeches for the government?" I ask, saying the first thing that I recall, as usual.

She shrugs. Isabelle never really paid any attention to trivial stuff like the name of the representative of the Abnegation faction, while we were back in Candor.

"Maybe Tobias is his brother and he's responsible for taking care of the factionless? Isn't that part of what Abnegation members do?" She's checking on her gun; putting the bullets in and out, and I can tell she's nervous. Well, actually I could tell something was wrong back when we were heading to the train station. For some reason, Is finds me interesting, which I totally don't understand. But today I was talking to her and she didn't hear a word I said, so focused she was on her inner thoughts. And even now, she keeps her distance.

"Yeah maybe…" She suddenly looks around, as if she'd just remember something; her long brown curly hair swinging around her. Her long fringe ends up by falling to the front and I feel an urge to put it behind her ear, but I contain myself. "Where are Kate and Owen? Didn't you say they'd be here?" She asks.

I shrug. "They said they'd meet us on the train. They never said anything about being here before we entered."

"Guess we'll have to wait, then." She says, shoving her gun in her belt. Seeing Is carrying a gun always seemed funny to me. It looks too big and heavy for her tiny hands and skinny arms, but somehow she manages to keep it steady. Halfway through shoving her gun in her belt she changes her mind and takes it back again. "You should keep it." She says, lending it to me.

I hesitate. "But Four gave it to you."

She blushes as she reminds something. I keep on wondering what else Four told her. "Actually he said it was to keep both of us save." She walks towards me and shoves it in my belt. I smile. At least her stubbornness hasn't changed. Unexpectedly, she lies against my chest after she shoves the gun in my belt. I feel my heartbeat race as it always does when I feel her soft pressure looking for comfort in me. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer – always afraid of putting too much pressure that it could break her – and hiding my face on her hair; it smells like citrines, as it always has since she was a little girl.

I know it shouldn't be unexpected to me that she'd still act normal, if we can call Is normal. But this is what I'd expect her to do, before Maeve died. Since then that she seems to be different. Or, on the worst of the chances, it wasn't exactly Maeve's death that changed her. The fact that Is is probably feeling homeless again has been consuming me for almost four weeks. I remember forcing her to do the 'Divergent' tattoo and I knowing that was decisive for us to become factionless. But even then, I didn't know what the consequences of this running would be, especially to Is.

"Have you been stealing her food, Emmett? Isabelle looks skinnier than last time I saw her." I nearly jump. Even though I stayed in touch with Owen I haven't heard my sisters voice in weeks; and hearing it how of nowhere seems like a good dream to me.

Is lets go of me, embarrassed. I wonder if she's ever going to let people know that I'm really her boyfriend and not just the guy who protects her in every way he cans.

"Not all of us can eat twice of what an elephant eats at every meal and still keep a sporty body." I provoke her, opening my arms to her. By this time, Is is already on a deep conversation with Owen. They both look sad so I figure they must be asking each other how they've been doing lately.

"That's what you call my body? Sporty?" Kate shakes her head disapproving and makes sure of tousle my hair as she hugs me. As always, it's a fast hug. My sister is not much of a cuddling girl, even though she changes completely when it comes to Owen. At first I thought she did it on purpose because she knew I didn't like the guy much, but then I figured it was because she really liked him. Now, I couldn't be happier for them – well, partly because at least now I won't need to be worried that Owen would be kissing my girlfriend behind my back.

"Is everything okay? You seem distracted." My sister points out. I'm still trying to understand how she failed on her Candor initiation.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I say, automatically checking on Is. Kate rolls her eyes to me, as if saying 'Chill out, she's your girlfriend, not you dog. She knows how to take care of herself.'

"I went to visit mom and dad." She continues, "You should see our baby brother. Jake's grown up. He kind of reminds me of you."

"How can you even tell that? It's impossible that you remember me when I was two months old." I say.

"Well, he's childish, just like you." She mocks me. It's my turn to roll my eyes to her when suddenly lots of people start climbing inside. I look around, confused. The last car is always empty. But that's not all. They're all armed to their teeth.

Is's expression is just as confused as mine, as I approach her and pull her closer to me. Kate and Owen, on the other hand, aren't surprised at all. I'm afraid to ask what's going on, so I keep my eyes open and my mouth shut.

I don't need to strive to know that they're all factionless because they're wearing a combination of clothes from more than one faction. Like the guy that's standing next to me – too close for my taste – is wearing black pants, a blue shirt and a gray hoodie. None of them seems to worry about us, though they glance at us every once in a while. I get the feeling that they just don't attack us because we're with Owen and Kate.

"That's our stop." Owen says, breaking the silence in the train. It's a funny choice of words as the train never stops. It's meant for the Dauntless members and not for other factions, including the factionless, so jumping in and out of trains is a simple proof of bravery for any person that claim to be dauntless.

I keep my fingers laced with Is's as we get ready to jump. We've done it quite a few times before so none us need to count down or give any sign to say that we're jumping. We simply know the right moment and jump at the same time. I have to say that I'm surprised when my feet land on the soft grass. As always, Is seems to have some trouble on staying on her feet, so I keep her steady.

Kate and Owen jump a second later. I look around, trying to find the abandoned train car Owen told me about, but there's nothing to see. For as far as I can tell we're near the Amity fields, just as Owen had said, but there's no car.

"Thanks for looking so compromised," Kate complains, "now we'll have to walk."

"What just happened in there?" Is asks, formulating the question in my mind.

"Well, what do you think smarty? Factionless people going back home after a day of work, of course." Kate answers as she starts walking. Since when has she been into criticizing-esque humor?

"What exactly do factionless people do?" Is has to run to keep up with Kate's pace.

"You know, cleaning the streets, driving the bus, stuff like that. Of course Evelyn sometimes assigns people for special jobs, but she didn't seem much interested in me or Owen. Of course that might be because we both told everyone we failed our initiation even though that's only truth in my case." Owen walks in silent by my side as we hear Kate and Is talking.

"Who's Evelyn?"

"Our leader."

"Factionless people have a leader?!" Is's eyes are fully opened with disbelief.

"Well what'd you expect? Someone as to take care of everything, right? Or else we'd never survive."

Is doesn't ask any more questions, losing herself on her inner thoughts instead. I'm starting to wonder if she's really up the challenge of leaving without a faction. I'm not saying that I think she's weak. Actually she's the bravest and strongest person I've ever met. But she's been through a lot and I'm afraid she's slowly losing her faith in survival and is thinking about given up.

About an hour later we finally get to the abandoned train car. It's dark red painting looks new on the outside and I wonder if Owen and Kate had been fixing it for us. I was kind of expecting that they'd left some work left for us so we'd keep ourselves busy.

"This is where we leave you." Owen says. "The train station is about ten minutes away to East. Just follow our path and you'll easily find it. There's some food on the fridge. I managed to get a solar panel and Zander taught me how to install it. The only thing you don't have is a bathroom. But I guess you can clean yourselves in this small river that goes nearby."

I nod trying to memorize everything Owen said as he hold hands with Kate and starts to turn around when Is stops them.

"How about you? Are you sure you don't want to spend the night?" She glances at me and looks down. "I mean, it's late…"

"Nah. We're good. I'm sure we'd all like some privacy." Owen says. "Meet you guys tomorrow." And without more words they leave us.

I raise one eyebrow to Is, asking for an explanation. But she's not looking at me. Her eyes are still locked on the ground. I wonder if she has any idea of how cute she looks like when she does that… I remember we being like twelve and we'd just started to make our first oral presentations at school and she'd look at ground during all her presentation. I also remember that's somewhere when I realized I liked this girl in a non-brother-sister way.

As I always do in front of her, I try to look confident as I walk towards her. I remember her telling me she wouldn't let me hide behind her as I used to do with Kate back at Candor, but what she doesn't understand is that no matter how I try to be noticed people would never look at me when I'm standing beside her. She's has this strange aura of power that doesn't let you look away.

I put my fingers on her chin, feeling this tip of insecurity inside me. 'That's what you get for dating someone that is too much for you, Emmett,'I tell myself. She looks up to me with her big greenish brown eyes.

"Shall we go inside, my lady?" I ask causing her to smile. She nods and takes my hand. I follow her inside. Once I'm there I find it funny that Owen was careful enough to separate two couple size beds with a curtain. I guess he just didn't remember that curtains don't contain the sound. A chill passes through me as the thought that I'll have my sister sleeping in the same bed with the guy that kissed my girlfriend on the same train car as me, only separated by a curtain, rushes through my mind. Is looks up to me, curious.

I shake my hand pushing the thoughts away and notice that she's trembling a little. I pull her backpack out of her back and put it on a bed with white sheets I also take out mine but shove our pajamas out before I put it beside the other. I pass Is hers, keeping mine. Then we both look around, embarrassed. It's not like there's a bathroom so we can change clothes in private and each changing clothes on each side of the curtain seems a ridiculous idea. Even changing clothes in front of Is has never been uncomfortable for me; but since that night on Zander's bedroom when I let myself go with my feelings that I've been afraid I'll do something wrong.

For my surprise, she takes a deep breath as if gathering courage for something and takes my pajamas out of my hands, and puts it on top of the bags, along with hers. I know my mouth is slightly open as my eyes follow her movements, but I don't close it.

Is takes my hand and pulls me to the other bed. This one has black sheets – Owen chose Candor colours and at the same time a Dauntless colour. I lay on my side on the bed, using my hand to sustain my head. She lies in front of me with her stomach turned up so I can look into her eyes.

"What are you nervous about?" I hear myself asking her I care her on the cheeks. She blushes and smiles, but doesn't give me an answer. I have that feeling that she makes a sarcastic comment on her head as an answer, but keeps it to herself.

I let my hand move to her waist and move my head down to kiss her. My heartbeat races as I feel her lips opening to answer my kiss. Although we've been dating for a month now I'm still surprised by the fact that she actually loves me back. I feel her fingers laced in my hair as she pulls me closer to her. I pull back slowly, trying not to push her too hard. I take a moment to admire how beautiful she is, and another to wonder how she even dares to put herself down because of her appearance. Then I let myself lie with on my back and let her use my chest as pillow.

In less than two minutes Is stops moving and breath slows down. She's asleep. On the opposite of her, I seem to have trouble to fall asleep when I'm tired. I always keep the feeling that there's something I should've done that I forgot. So I pass my finger through her soft hair has I think about the first time we slept together. By the expression she made on our first night at the Dauntless dorm I don't think she remembers this night.

It was summer and we were six. Kate insisted that the three of us should pitch a tent and sleep on our back yard. I spent the noon trying to decipher Isabelle's face so I'd know if she was or not excited about the idea. Even being a little kid she had already learned how to hide her true feelings. Even now I can't tell you if she was or not because I didn't get to any conclusion.

After dinner – a vegetarian pizza – we went on the tent and played cards. I had Kate on my right and Is on my left. I have to say I wasn't focused enough and Kate made sure to point that out. I was fascinated by how Isabelle always smiled at the right time, always made the right choice on her card and even blinked at the right time.

Eventually we all fell asleep. I was the first one to wake up the next morning and I saw that Isabelle's head was lying above my stomach. She was so calm that for a moment I though she could be dead. But a few minutes later she woke up as well. She rubbed her eyes as she sat and said 'Hey.' on her cute way. That's what she always told me. She'd never called me Emmett before, she'd always say 'Hey' even if it was to complain.

And that little detail just helped to keep the mystery around her. More than that, I liked that. Of course, by that time, I thought I liked her the same way I like Kate; but now, as I look back at it, I can see that I've been in love with this girl forever. That's why I found it so absurd when she thought I could actually break up with her. There's never been that choice for me. I've been hers all along. She might not know it, but I'm probably the only guy she'll ever be able to take for granted.

My eyes start to close and I fall asleep telling myself, 'Let's try to keep it this way.' In another words, 'Don't mess it up. You know you won't deserve a second choice if you do.'

A persistent knock on the door wakes us early in the next morning. We both jump out of bed immediately.

"Geez, Owen. I'm going to kill you for waking us so early!" I shout. "We're not on a military base anymore, you know?"

Is gets to the door before I do and opens it. A flash of confusion passes through her expression, but she hides it in less than a second. When I get to her I see a tall, olive skinned woman that should be on her forties of fifties. Her dark hair and the form of her nose remind me of someone, though I can't really say whom.

I try to stand in front of Is, on a protective gesture, but the woman walks in without being invited and approaches her. I freeze, not knowing what to do and not really remembering that I still have a gun on my belt.

"It's impossible." She says, with a funny looked on her face. "If I hadn't heard of you before I'd say you're twins with your sister."

I look from the woman to Is, whose expression has changed to panic.

"You- you knew my sister?" She asks. Her voice so low that she could be whispering.

"Yes. I know Emily."

And it's not until I see Is breathing louder and faster that I notice the different on the tenses. That's also when the truth hits me. They're never found a body because Emily Moore is still alive.

A/N: Okay, this is my first try on trying to write from a guy's POV, so don't blame on me that I totally failed. (MALE SPECIES, YOUR MIND IS TOO HARD TO UNDERSTAND!) Anyways, reviews would be great. Should I keep up with Emmett's POV? Should I re-write this chapter on Is POV? Please let me know what you want!