All rights to Veronica Roth….I own nothing.

It's late in the afternoon and there is a knock on my door. On my way to answer it I look in and see Beatrice is sleeping soundly. I open the door to see Zeke and Christina standing in my hall, smiling like assholes.

" What's going on my friends?" I ask suspiciously with a laugh.

" Pack your shit! You're moving!" Christina smiles

I stare at them and my mouth goes flat, " What do you mean?"

" What's not to get?" Zeke laughs " I find it an easy enough principle to understand!"

I stare them down and realize neither of them is joking.

" But..." I chirp up, " We can't move Tris like this! She's in no state..."

" AH HA!" Christina jumps, " That's why we brought this!" And out from the hall from where I cannot see she pulls a folding wheelchair.

" Look, See!" she said, unfolding it, " Easy transportation!"

I sigh heavily, wave my arm and they both trail in, Christina pushing the wheelchair and making quiet train noises. I notice, once I close the door behind them, that Zeke has a few large bags with him. I guess they're serious.

" So why the sudden move?" I ask, following them into the living room.

" Well see, I did some thinking the other day after we left here. Anyone who can get to Tris' file is going to see your name all over it. You're linked, and you're easily findable!" Zeke says, "so I talked to Christina and we did some searching and found an empty place near us in the Hancock building. I know heights are not your cup of tea, but you'll be safe and close by if you need us!"

" There is one catch though!" Christina adds, touching my elbow, " You can't really go anywhere! See, once we get you in, you have to stay hidden for a while."

" I..." I want to fight the idea, but they are so right it bothers me. " I guess I have no choice!"

For the next twenty minutes we scatter. I collect all of the clothes I can and pile them into one of the bags Zeke hands me. While I do this Christina gathers up all of Beatrice's items. Keeping them closed tight, she drops them into a smaller bag. Zeke on the other hand empties my gun closet. He whistles while he deposits them all into the bag he carries. Thankfully it doesn't take us long to collect my life up, I didn't have a lot other than clothes. The last thing I take is Beatrice's empty urn and her photo. I don't need them anymore but I take them anyways.

Carefully I pick her up from the bed and sit her into the wheel chair and wrap her up in a blanket. When we walk out all I leave behind is the food in my fridge and my bedding.

When I walk out I leave the keys on the counter, and turn off the lights.

"So what floor am I on?" I ask as we roll into the front lobby.

" Well there are only a few places available. So we put you on Christina's floor."

I look over and give her a look, " Ninety-fifth!" She says with a smile.

" Fuck me." I breathe, stepping into the elevator. " I fucking hate you both."

As the doors shut they both stifle their laughter so as to not wake up Beatrice.

We roll down a long blue hallway and finally come to a black door at the end with the number 3450 on it.

" Home sweet home!" Zeke says, handing me the keys.

With a chest weight of apprehension I unlock the door and step in. The apartment is beautiful. The carpets are gunmetal grey and the walls are slate colored. It has the sense of a simple Abnegation home, but with a warm cave like Dauntless feel. There's a large kitchen and a living room with a small fireplace.

" Kitchen is all stocked! I went out shopping this morning!" Christina chimes, smiling and putting her hands in her pockets.

I smile and walk into the bedroom. There's a large bed with all the pillows and blankets we could ever need. Finally I find the bathroom and discover a tub big enough for at least several people. I turn around and they are wheeling Beatrice into the bedroom to me. Carefully I lift her up and place her in bed, while Christina covers her. I look at my watch, "She should be waking up soon, you know, if you want to stay…" I tell them.

" Not yet, " She tells me, " She needs you for now. We'll come later."

They bid their farewells and head on down the hall towards their own homes.

Walking back into the bedroom I finally catch the windows. It's a horrific site. I immediately imagine myself tripping and falling out. I guess I'll have to just stay away from the windows for a while. I start snooping around and find that Christina had gone out and gotten a bunch of clothes for Beatrice as well. I take out a pair of soft cotton black pants and a pair of underwear, seeing though she'd been wearing mine this whole time.

I walk to the bed and pull back the blanket to expose her lower half. I remain a gentleman and look into her eyes as I pull down my boxers from her body and slide on the pair I had taken out for her. I get as far as putting her legs into the pants and I'm just about to pull them up when she stirs.

First she moans, but then she forms words and calls out for me.

" Four?"

I take her hands in mine, " I'm right here Tris! I'm right here!"

That was the last coherent thing she said for the next six days. She goes through stages of withdrawal. The first three days are the worst. She shivers but she sweats. I can no longer force feed her. If she isn't crying, then she's screaming and throwing up. Her body is so tough! She's fighting so hard. This scares me. She managed to fight off the death serum, but not this. The best I figure is that they found the right mixture to over power her. I suppose that's why they placed her in a happy simulation; it kept her guard down.

On the 6th day, everything changed...

Writer's note: Since I won't be going into a lot of detail about it i'll just explain here…What they basically did was realize that in order to bring her down, keep her under their control they needed to overload her. The human body is a machine, working with itself to keep everything in order. To over come the death serum her body put all it's effort in. but that was just one serum. By overloading her system it was just too much for her body to handle at once, and it basically shut down. went into standby mode. i took experiences from other people and even from myself about the dangers of prescription meds when i was dreaming up this scene…...