**DISCLAIMER. I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS, NOR IS THE STORY BASED OFF OF MY IMAGINATION. IT ALL BELONGS TO THE QUEEN VERONICA ROTH, I'M JUST HERE TO ENTERTAIN WHILE WE WAIT FOR THE THIRD BOOK.

Chapter One: Insurgented, Fourbias' View

I sit with my eyes closed, my thoughts on everything that's happened. Innocent people were killed tonight, and now I'm on a train, with the person I fear most. Marcus. I think about how Tris stood up to him earlier, and a smile forms at my lips. I open my eyes, and crouch in front of Tris, and hold her uninjured shoulder. Tris breathes in deeply, and I can tell she's in pain. It hurts me to see her hurt. It should have been me. I look out of the train and stand up. "Tris, come on. We have to jump." I help her to her feet, and move her towards the doorway. I squeeze her hand to give her reassurance, not that she needs it. Peter jumps first, then Marcus, then Caleb. While still holding her hand, we jump off the train. When we land, I hear Tris softly grunt, obviously trying to hide her pain. We all start to walk, towards Amity's fence. "There are supposed to be Dauntless guards here," Marcus says, "Where are they?" I have the urge to punch him in the mouth just for being here, let alone the fact he's talking. But I look at her blonde hair, and I realize now is not the time. "They were probably under the simulation," I say, not speaking directly to him, "and are now… Who knows where, doing who knows what." I walk towards the silver box, the keypad. "Let's hope the Erudite didn't think to change this combination" I say as I punch in the numbers. Well they obviously didn't, because I hear the click of the gate.

"How did you know that?" Caleb asks.
"I worked in the Dauntless control room, monitoring the security system. We only change the codes twice a year."
"How lucky" Caleb says with a wary look.
"Luck has nothing to do with it," I snap. "I only worked there because I wanted to make sure I could get out." That was the first time I've told people what my intentions were. I've always felt trapped. I still do. We walk into Amity, my standing by Tris, steadying her. I loose track of where we're really going until Marcus speaks. "I know where to go." We walk past the first building to the second one on the left. Every building looks the same, aside from the greenhouse. I can hear laughter, and it makes me uneasy. People shouldn't be happy and giggling. Especially not now. Going to Amity is quite easy, considering there is a lack of security. Then again, they don't believe in that. Johanna Reyes runs towards us, and moves to hug Marcus, but changes her actions halfway through. Ugh, how could she even think of hugging that asshole? Other than her horrible taste in men, Johanna is beautiful, even with her scar on the side of her face. But to me, it makes her look like a fighter, and that's okay in my book.

"The other members of your party got here a few hours ago, but they weren't sure if you had made it" she says. "Oh my" she says when she sees Peter's blood soaked shirt, and I can't help but smile because my Tris did that.
"You have permission to spend the night, but the community must decide tomorrow together what we will do. And" —she looks at Tris and I—"they will likely not be enthusiastic about a dauntless presence in our compound. I of course ask you to turn over any weapons you might have." I quickly reach for my gun and hand it over, but place my hand on Tris' back to make sure she keeps hers, just in case. I lace my fingers with hers to make sure she doesn't notice. Johanna seems to buy it, and I'm relieved.

She leads a few to the hospital wing. given me, and lay on the floor, lookI wait for Tris. And she clings to my arm, as we walk into the cafeteria and see all of the other abnegation and amity. A man gives Tris a pink drink, and I don't know if I trust what their giving her, but the Amity does not kill, so I let it slide. Tris starts getting sleepy, and I lead her to her room. I make sure she's comfortable, kiss her forehead, and go to my room. I spend my time staring up at the ceiling. I feel the need to be holding Tris, but now probably isn't the best time. She's sleeping, and she needs all the rest she can get. Tomorrow I'll see her. It feels like hours have passed, but I learn it has only been minutes. I think of everything that's happened. But my mind sets on her. How she threatened to shoot Eric to save my life. How she said she could never shoot me, because it would be like shooting herself. How she helped me defeat Jeanine's serum. I love her. She knows that. And she loves me too. The only difference between us, and regular couples, is that we show our affection in the oddest of ways. I fall asleep thinking of her.