A/N: Heyy… I haven't updated in a couple of weeks… Sorry? Okay, so I wanted to say that beginning with the next chapter I'm going to put the A/Ns, and responses to the reviews on the bottom. Just so that if you don't want to read these things, you can just skip over it easily. And also, I'm going to remove the whole Amity, Candor, Erudite, Dauntless, and Abnegation thing.

Awesome Epic Brilliant: It's fine- I haven't updated in a long time either, I guess...

blueraspberries-butterflies: Thank you! Is this soon enough, lol

Booklover4610: IKR! I LOVEEE Blood of Olympus! Well, it's alright, I like Mark of Athena best in the series, how boutchu? Skye's gonna be like Uriah, friend of the main character, Alyssa, funny and outgoing.

Jemmie: Uriah is pretty awesome- I like Uriah as a person better than Tobias, to be honest.

insolitasum: Thank you! I had a lot of fun writing Capture of Flag! I absolutely adore the Ferris Wheel scene in Divergent, it was where Four first realized he liked Tris

ell: Tobias is still afraid of those four fears, but something will happen later on concerning them. Not going to spoil anything, however.

fanficforyou: Thank you! I might do another Capture the Flag later on during initiation too, just so you know. Erudite/Dauntless (AKA Divergent) Five! (high fives)

Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent or the Selection Trilogy.

(Alyssa's POV)

I shoot up from the bed, my heart racing, with perspiration dripping down my back; my hair is sweaty and sticking to my face in uneven lumps. I shake my head out, trying to clear it. Instead, a wave of dizziness overcomes me, and I lean against the headboard of the bed.

I can't believe that I am still thinking of it. Why am I still thinking about it? It's been more than four years… I swore that I would get over it, sooner or later… And yet I still dream of it, every year, on this day. Every time.

I need air. I need to get out… Stumbling up and staggering toward the door, I realize how irrational I am being. I left them all behind—they can't come back anymore. Never ever again will I see America's flaming red hair, so different from mine; never again will I see Maxon's warm chocolate eyes… They were my family… No, not Agatha and Xenos—America and Maxon were my parents. Maybe not biologically, but still… They were the ones who discovered my second deepest secrets and helped me out, taught me more about it. Even though they were only a few years older than me. And now, they would forever be stuck at that age. They would never see me grow up, they will be stuck at that age forever… Because they were dead…

I finally reach the door and step out, and slowly let my back slide down the door until I am sitting.

What is wrong with me? I think. Why am I still feeling these emotions? They can't come back, they haven't even breathed for so many years… What will I do if someone finds out what happened in my childhood?

A shadowy figure turns a corner, heading toward me. I doubt that person can see me, but I frantically, but quietly press my body against the wall, trying to see who the person is before they know that I am here. A few more footsteps… A few more… A few more… And then the light reaches him.

Skye. It's just Skye. He leans on the wall across from me, unaware of my presence.

Phew.

Something is different about Skye though. He's more… gloomy. I've never seen him gloomy before. But then again, I haven't seen Skye for more than two times, once at the Choosing Ceremony, and once yesterday during Capture the Flag. Skye is different. No, not just the way that his behavior this morning seems different from his disarming, and downright cheerful mien yesterday—more of the fact that he wasn't like the other Dauntless-born initiates and members that I saw yesterday. He seems more… mature, than most. And he seems to not be as ruthless as those twins that I saw yesterday during Capture the Flag, Jane and Jade, I believe. It seems like an insane thing, but I could swear that his presence was more comforting than any other Dauntless initiate I met before.

I tentatively step out of the shadows and into the light, not wanting to startle him. It seems he doesn't notice.

"Hey…" I whisper.

He jumps, shocked, getting into a fighting position, his eyes darting around a few times before resting on me. He sags back onto the wall again. "Hey."

"Why are you up so early? It's like four AM," I ask, genuinely confused.

"I could as the same about you, Alyssa. Oh, and it's 5, not 4," he replies with a feeble smile to accompany the weak attempt to change the conversation.

"Just tell me why you're up this early, Skye." His name feels so rich and so smooth... So full. I smile inwardly.

"Couldn't sleep."

So it wasn't just me.

I mustn't have realized that I said that out loud because he then says, "What kept you up?"

I don't really want to answer, but I don't want to make somebody suspicious either, I simply say, "Nightmares."

"What's there to be afraid of?" he raises his eyebrows.

"Just something that happened back home a few years ago," I finally reply.

"This is your home now, Alyssa. Not… Where did you come from again?" he asks, genuine curiosity showing in his bright blue eyes.

I hesitate before answering. Finally, I breathe out a sigh and say, "Amity."

"I see. What happened in Amity?"

I don't want to tell him. Saying it out loud will only make things more real. And I don't want it to be real. I didn't realize I was crying until Skye says, "C'mon, don't cry. Tell me."

"It happened four years ago." That's the only answer I give before I lean back onto the wall, into the dark shadows, which the dim light of the stone hallway does not illuminate (much) with its soft glow.

He looks at me with a confused expression for a few seconds before realization lights his eyes. "Oh…" He must've remembered the main event that happened four years ago. Crying. Running. Screaming. Burning. Dying. The tears are pouring over my eyes now, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. It's like reliving everything—seeing everybody running around and screaming, heavy cotton clothing caught on fire, seeing children screaming painfully, seeing houses and farms burned to ashes. Seeing them dying. Seeing them with horror and absolute shock at what happened to their home—our home—before the fire enveloped them and they too began screaming, and joined those who were running around frantically, trying to extinguish the fire.

And suddenly, I am enveloped in Skye's arms, and his hand is at my hair, and he's murmuring nonsense words at me. Nonsense words, but words that still comfort me nonetheless. I can feel the hole that was punctured in my heart slowing fill up again as I stayed there, silently weeping in his arms. And he doesn't tell me that it's okay, because he knows that's a lie. And he doesn't laugh at my tears, because he isn't that kind of person. And he doesn't look at me with pity in his eyes, because he doesn't pity me—he understands me.

And I knew that I would never be okay from America and Maxon's deaths, but I knew that as long as Skye was there to help me through it, support me when I fall, I could get through this. I've spent four years bottling up these emotions, and finally I let it all out. And with someone understanding me—not pitying me, not staring at me- it's like finally being the light again, finally being whole again. Something I haven't felt since I first met America and Maxon.

I stay in his arms for half an hour, or at least I think so. When the weeps gradually turn into sniffles, Skye finally releases me. Cold. I shiver, missing the warmth that I felt in his arms. He must've seen me because he laughs quietly and, sits down bringing me down with him. I sit there content, for a few moments before I notice how close Skye's hands are. Again, he notices what I'm doing and looks away, a faint blush decorating his cheeks.

I smirk and, slowly, move my hand towards his left, which I notice is still resting on the floor between us. My heart thumping so loud I was sure he could hear it, I reached for his hands and covered it with both of mine. I feel callouses. Of course. Growing up in Dauntless must have meant he had more than a few interactions with weapons and fighting, which of course results in scars. I brush my thumb over his knuckles a few times, feeling and memorizing. He finally turns his head back toward me, his eyebrows scrunched together in an adorable way. His cheeks are still faintly pink.

His eyes rising from where our hands are to my eyes, he gazes at me, bright blue meeting plain brown. Before I can react, he reaches over and pulls me into his embrace again, and I rest my head on his shoulder, breathing in the unique, warm, scent. I lay my there, his arms around my middle and mine around his neck.

I was perfectly content. The first time in a while.

I stayed in that position for nearly ten minutes, holding close my… friend? Suddenly, the door to the right of me opens, and a girl wearing a loose T-shirt and sweatpants looks around frantically, looking for something.

Snow!

I snap free from Skye's embrace and stand up quickly, Skye standing up with me.

"Aly?!" Snow whisper yells down the dark hallway. Her head snaps to the other side of the hallway, where Skye and I are standing. "Aly?! Where are you?"

I glance at Skye and bite my lip. "Hi, Snow…"

She focuses on me and stares. At Skye. "Who are you?"

Skye steps in front of me and says, "Skye."

"From yesterday, Capture the Flag? Dauntless-born? Told the team where the flag was located?" Snow asks rapidly.

"Um, yeah. That's me."

She narrows her eyes and steps out fully, crossing her arms. "What are you doing with Aly? Why is she standing behind you?"

"I'm right here, you know," I say, moving to stand next to Skye.

"What are you doing with a Dauntless-born?"

I raise my eyebrows, "I wasn't aware that spending time with a Dauntless-born was bad."

She flushes crimson and glances at Skye (probably to make sure he wasn't mad at her) and then says to me, "No, not that. But it's like ten minutes to six, so I suggest you get changed out of your pajamas and into your training clothes. Everyone else just got up."

"Okay, I'll go change." I walked into the door, and noticed Skye following me. Biting down my laughter, I said to him, "Not you, genius. Go change with your Dauntless-born friends."

He pouted, and this time I couldn't help but burst out laughing. Instantly, every head in the dorm snapped to my direction, and I flushed red. Skye laughed, and then turned and left to where his dorm was.

Hiding my face as best as I could, I walked to my bed and changed into some training clothes, preparing myself for the laughs and teasing that was sure to come when Snow interrogates me later about Skye.

A/N: I ship Aly/Skye. Oh yea-next chapter, I'm planning to have some drama between Hestia, Six, and Four. I don't know if I'm good at writing these scenes, but I'll try to make it enjoyable.

Question of the Chapter:

What do you think Hestia will do to try to get Four to like her?

I have a genius idea! Just thought of it-It will be in play in the next few chapters-you'll see :D

Until next time (next week, probably)

~myperfectionismyimperfection