A/N: Hey guys! It's been I while, I guess. First of all I'd like to thank this girl who posted a review for chapter, it was really funny and it meant a lot. She also asked some questions I'll be answering now (just pass this onto the chapter if you don't want to read the Q&A).

Is Emmett going to narrate all the chapters from now on (this one was made by a guest a while ago)? Well, surprise surprise, I'm done with Emmett's POV. I figured there won't be much going on on the Abnegation compound so I might as well try out some of my other ideas. Please tell me if this is too confusing for you, or if it's a good idea. Idk, I thought it'd make things a little more interesting. (:

Is your name Is too? My name is Inês, which is said to be quite hard to pronounce in other languages, so my cousins started to call me Is. Later on when I made new foreign friends they asked me if Is stood for Isabelle, and, obviously, I told them it didn't, but in my mind I thought "thank you for picking my next new character's name".

Are Is and Emmett going to be friends with Tris? Idk, I'd like to stay true with the really story, and well, my characters aren't on Veronica Roth's amazing books as I was the one to create them, so Tris never gets to meet them. So, probably she won't know them, at least until the end of Insurgent (as in a chronological time line).

And will Tris be Four's girlfriend? Definitely! :D I ship Fourtris like hell and I would never separate those two, so yes, if I get to write that much, Fourtris will happen.

When will your story end (asked on tumblr)? I'm not sure. I've seen the end coming a few times now. It's hard for me to keep updating because of school and extra stuff I have, plus I'm getting out of ideas as I said, so accept the possibility of this story ending anytime.

I think this was all, but if you have any further questions go ahead and ask them. And I'm sorry if it bothers you that I'm posting this with my chapters but this was the only place I could post it so that everyone could see it. Now your chapter:

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE – No where's Safe

EMMETT'S POV

After Marcus gives us the keys to our new house and promises to meet us the next morning in order to assign us in our new jobs, we leave immediately – no Abnegate would want to bother another at this time of the day.

Our house is not far, and our backpacks are not heavy, but we still take a while to get there. We're enjoying the new sense of safety that hit both of us when Marcus welcomed us as new Abnegation members.

There were stars on the dark sky and the moon was on its waning gibbous. I looked at it and almost smiled, but I felt something missing – Is's hand on mine. I knew it'd have to be like this from now on, but it didn't mean I had to like it, or even get used to it.

I let my eyes move from the stars to my own shining star. She is walking quietly a few steps ahead of me, and completely focused on her inner thoughts, as only Is could be. I watch her curly hair dangling on her back.

I look at closest house and check the number above its front door – 136. I take the tiny key Marcus had handed me out of my pocket, moving my eyes from the houses to the shiny gray key. I was quite surprised when Marcus gave it to me, as Is was the one to do all the talking, but I took it without a word. It had our door number in it – 144. So this is our street.

I look around, once more. There's no one on the streets. I guess that in a cold night like this, everyone would rather be inside their houses. I wonder if Abnegates have a fire place. The Autumn is pretty much knocking on our door, as my mom would say, and I don't think I can actually survive without a fire place to warm me up at night.

That's when I see it – number 144. It's a house just like every other house in the Abnegation compound, but for some reason, it looks special. It's our house. It's now our bed, it's not our room, and it's not even our abandoned train car. It's our home.

I notice that Is passes our house without noticing it – still lost in her own thoughts, I'm guessing.

"Love?" I call out. She looks back, with her eyebrows arched and a confusion look in her eyes. I strain not to laugh. "This is it. Our home."

She looks at it, as if she'd only noticed the houses now. Then she smiles. "I like it. It's gray." She says, as if that was something hard to found. Once more, I try not to laugh.

"Yeah?" I ask; my tone of voice betraying me. "What colour are the others for you?"

She rolls her eyes to me, as I'd expected her to do.

"What I meant is that it's the combination of all our factions. Candor's black and white, Dauntless black and now Abnegation gray. It's us." She explains, making me smile with the truthfulness of her words.

"Let's just go inside." I climb to the porch and use the key to open the door. After the unusual click meaning that the door is unlocked I let Is in before me, and then close the door behind us.

None of us knows exactly what to do once we're inside, so drop our bags in the floor and make our way to the kitchen – the last time we actually saw food was when we were having lunch with Evelyn and the other factionless members.

After that we end up falling asleep in the couch. Somewhere before lying down next to Is and closing my eyes I remember thinking: It has a fireplace!

KATE'S POV

I take a look at my wrist watch. It's past eleven o'clock already. I can almost see Owen going nuts because I'm two hours late already; but I had to keep my promise. Although I have to say it, Isabelle could have made things a little easier for me.

As soon as I was done with my work for the day, which was around six in the afternoon today, I made my way back to the factionless centre. I was wearing black clothes, as I did most times since I started dating Owen – he said it'd stop people from looking at me so often, and turns out, it did. The only person it doesn't stop is the actual Owen. He also said it made me look fearless and he liked that. I'm still trying to decide which of the reasons makes me want to dress like this.

In either way, the clothes have been coming in hand lately. The fact that I'm less noticeable allows me to walk around the factionless without being interrupted.

I knew exactly where Zander was waiting for me. When I turn right I immediately see his red hair. I wonder how he is so discrete when he has to walk around with a torch like that on his head.

"Hey, Blondie." He says when I reach him.

"Do you really want to have this fight again, Carrot?" I ask. I had no patience or time for his jokes now.

He laughs. "Fair enough."

"So…?" I ask. "What did you find out?" Zander and I have been taking turns at keeping an eye on Evelyn and an hear on everyone that can be possibly meeting her under secrecy. Of course I could just ask Owen to do it full time, as instead of having a real job he spends his days making our train car look more homely, but I could never let him take that risk. Plus, Isabelle asked me, and not him.

"Nothing." He shrugs.

"What you mean nothing? We heard her saying she was going to get updated today!" I nearly shout.

"Shh!" He looks around, but I knew there was no one on this hall at this time of the day. That's why I chose it as our rendez-vous. "Whatever it is, it hasn't happened yet."

I let out a deep breath. Of course she wouldn't do it in the middle of the afternoon where anyone would know where and who she was with.

"I'm sorry." I say. "This whole thing has been getting me on my nerves."

"I know, Blondie. I miss you too."

I roll my eyes to him.

"Have you found a new roommate yet?" I ask. Apparently he's been having trouble finding one, which I find quite strange, since almost everyone would give anything to actually get to live in an apartment.

"No." He shrugs, not making a big deal out of it.

"Have you actually told anybody you're looking for a roommate?"

He doesn't answer me, which I take as a no.

"What's really been stopping you, Zander?" I'd ask him this question uncountable times now, but he always comes up with a vague answer.

"I don't know." He shrugs once more. "I guess I just haven't found the right person yet."

"You're looking for a roommate, not a bride, Z." He makes a weird expression, which makes me wonder if he is actually looking for a bride.

"Well, then I just guess it won't happen. Can we please talk about something else?" He tries to look annoyed, but he can't fool me. I, being a Candor, can sense the sadness in his voice. I wonder what the real deal is.

"Sure. How about we go get ourselves something to eat? Looks like we have a long wait ahead of us anyways."

So now I'm waiting outside the conference room. Zander managed to get inside the room right after them, but I wasn't fast enough. There weren't many places to hide in there but he's been there for over forty five minutes now and I haven't heard any screaming, or in the worst case, any gunshot.

Is told me that whatever it was that Evelyn was doing was dangerous. Other way, why would she need spies in every faction? Especially on the influence factions: Abnegation and Erudite.

For the first time on an hour I hear a noise and almost too late I get away from the door and hide in darkness. I watch the same people that entered the room coming out – including Evelyn, who locks the door.

I have to wait until they're far enough to unlock him. I take one of my hair pins out of my head and use it to open the door. Within seconds I hear the familiar click and the door opens. In the past two days I've spent more time studying this room than I'd like. Unfortunately all those books and papers Evelyn kept were maps and texts that made no sense for me.

I look around the room. Zander was sitting on a corner, hidden by a book shelf. I could tell he hadn't moved since the meeting or conference or whatever it was finished. His expression went from shocked, to confused, to terrified.

I approached him and got on my knees.

"Z, what is it?" I ask, my voice shaking.

He doesn't answer me. I take his arms and shake him.

"Zander!"

He looks up to me. And I see the fear in his eyes.

"This is way bigger than we thought, Kate." Bad sign. He never called me Kate. "They're creating a war between the factions!"

EMMETT'S POV

I wake up to the sound of knocking on the front door. The couch is small so Is is sort of sleeping over me. I was always fascinated by how weightless her body seems when she lied over me like this.

"Is! Wake up." She makes a funny whale noise, but raises her head to look at me.

We hear the knock on the door again.

She immediately stands up and looks around, confused. I feel like laughing, but instead I stand up as well and go open the door. Marcus Eaton enters our living room and looks around with a smile on his face

"I don't know what've heard about our faction, but we do have bedrooms upstairs, you know?"

Is looks at me, in confusion and I can tell she'd sleep a few more hours.

"We were just tired. We came here straight from the hospital." I say, trying to sound convincing. "Want some breakfast?" I ask, as I gesture to our kitchen.

He walks towards it and I follow. Is comes right behind us – she finally seems to be joining us in reality.

"No thank you. I've already ate and food is a precious gift." He says.

I nod to him, as I look for bowls, spoons, a box of cereals and a bottle of milk in the still unknown shelves. Marcus and Is maintain an awkward silence.

Once our food is in the table I turn to Marcus.

"I'm assuming you came here to assign us to our new jobs?" I ask.

"Indeed." He says. "Although I have to apologize. Usually we like to allow our members to choose the job that fits them best, but as you two came late, you'll have to take the one that has less people in it."

"It alright." I say. "We're open to anything."

Marcus smiles to us – the same smile that doesn't reach his eyes that he had yesterday.

"Then I guess you'll be working in the faction tests sector. All you have to do is attend to some classes and help creating the stages of the new test for next year. Fortunately you'll be able to work together."

My mind only processes part of what he says. Faction test. Classes. The first remembering us of our divergence and the second mean having to work with Erudite members, even if just for a short time.

So much for our safety.