A/N: Hi everyone! Sorry it took me so long to update, this is kind of an important update for me, because (guess what?) it marks ME GETTING TO 50,000 WORDS IN THIS STORY! Since I've always wanted to be a published author, this accomplishment means SO MUCH to me, and I'd like to thank you all for helping me get here. The kind reviews mean SO MUCH TO ME, and they help me get motivated to write faster. So sorry it took me a while to post this, I just wanted to get it exactly right, so I re-wrote it like seven times.

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PS: I've been going through Allegiant, seeing if any chapters in Tris's POV could be re-written, and I think there are a few! So, although they may seem sporadical because there are only a few, I intend to do those, and they (like this) will be posted under the title 'Four-lorn', but each individual chapter will be called 'Four-saken'.

So, a recap, the story will go like this:

Chapters titled 'Four-lorn' = Chapters of the book 'Divergent' in Four's POV

Chapters titled 'Four-given' = Chapters of the book 'Insurgent' in Four's POV

Chapters titles 'Four-saken' = Chapters of the book 'Allegiant' in Four's POV

Chapter (there will only be one) titled 'Four-ever' = 40 years later Epilogue in Four's POV

If ANY PART OF THAT was AT ALL confusing, please PM me, and I will try to clarify.

PPS: After I finish this story, I plan to do something similar with a different book series, and I have decided that that series will be...

*dun dun dun*

THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS!

Now, it's up to a character! I would *really* like to do Izzy, because I have a catchy pun title for it, but I feel like Jace would be more fun, and more popular, so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review with which one I should do, that would be great!

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Chapter of Insurgent (the actual book): 10

Disclaimer: I don't own the Divergent trilogy or any of the characters.

As soon as I wake up, I leave Tris in our bundle of blankets and head for the showers. I can't say I was too excited about showering with a bunch of naked men, but not wanting my mouth to taste like squirrel and peanut butter anymore wins out.

Through the sound of the mucky water streaming and my pride slowly leaving me, I hear loud voices echoing through the room.

"I'm not stupid," Tris says. "I can see that you're trying to use him. And I'll tell him so, if he hasn't figured it out already."

I feel a chill go through my veins. I know who she's talking to.

"My dear girl," Evelyn says. "I am his family. I am permanent. You are only temporary."

I close my eyes, trying not to shiver. I can feel the stares of the other (still naked) men on me, and I have to resist every impulse not to run to her (the only thing keeping me back is that I still am, in fact, naked). Luckily for me (as my cheeks had turned a healthy red and the blush was beginning to creep down my neck), the other men soon turned away from me, and I let out a breath before sliding a towel around my waist.

Before entering the changing room, I hear Tris say one final thing.

"Yeah," she says angrily. "His mom abandoned him, and his dad beat him up. How could his loyalty not be with his blood, with a family like that?"

I feel a small smile creep on my lips, letting the warmth of privacy fall over my face after I step behind the curtain. I slide on a pair of blue Erudite jeans and a black Dauntless shirt, the water still dripping out of my hair as I walk out.

I look up at Tris, flashing her (as she would call it) one of my "famous" crooked smiles, and she smiles softly back, looking down at her feet.

I mouth the words, 'Time to go,' in her general direction, and she nods softly.

We walk out and pause by the doors.

"Here we go," I whisper to her. She nods back at me.

We walk into the Candor lobby, and we find a large, well-lit room, with black marble floors and the symbol of Candor shaped in white.

A Dauntless soldier walks up to us, holding her gun.

"Identify yourselves," she says.

I don't recognize her, and according to the look in her eyes, neither does Tris.

"Four," I say, trying to project my voice in the way that I used to. "And this is Tris," I add, nodding at Tris nonchalantly. "Both Dauntless."

The woman doesn't lower her gun. "Some help here?" she asks the other guards, who step forward, but cautiously.

"Is there a problem?" I ask, my voice bordering on sarcastic.

"Are you armed?"

"Of course I'm armed," I scoff, looking at the girl. "I'm Dauntless, aren't I?"

"Stand with your hands behind your head," the woman says cautiously, holding her gun up higher and waving it over her head.

Tris sighs audibly. "We walked through the front door," she says slowly, as if she was talking to a child. "You think we would have done that if we were hear to hurt you?"

I take in a slow, deep breath. Hey, I appreciate dry sarcasm as much as the next eighteen-year-old Dauntless boy, but I don't think it's going to help too much in this situation.

Not looking at Tris, I just press my fingers to the back of my head. I feel her elbow knock against mine, letting me know that she's there.

The Dauntless soldiers begin to pat us down, and while I couldn't care less about the people patting me down, the red-faced boy who I'm sure is patting Tris is making me feel red with fury. I turn around, glaring at him, and he only turns redder.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, looking at Tris, but I know he's talking to me. I narrow my eyes ever so slightly.

That'll teach him, I think to myself. No one touches my girlfriend.

"I have a knife in my back pocket," Tris whispers, looking at him. "Put your hands on me, and I will make you regret it."

The boy apologizes again, and this time, his hands shake as he pats her down, and I have to bite back a laugh.

"What's going on?" I ask harshly, looking at the woman who roughly grabs my hands.

She exchanges a look with one of her lackeys.

"I'm sorry," she says. "But we were instructed to arrest you upon your arrival."

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