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This is obviously the sequel to 'If Only' and it will follow the events of Insurgent. In this story, there will be more plot twists and drama. Characters may often be OOC to fit the plot, but it will start happening somewhere in the middle and continue until he end.

Will be rated M later. But not just yet.

Enjoy :)

"Was I not clear that the terms of your sanctuary here included non-violence?"

"Well, I can guarantee you nothing like this will ever happen again," Four answers, shooting a pointed look at Tris. In return, she dismisses it, darting her eyes back at the head of Amity. Johanna.

The events of today made it feel like they were living in Amity for years. Whereas in actual fact, they only lived here for two days.

Tris decided to take Eric's advice, just not in the way he would've hoped she would take it. She ended up in Amity nevertheless. Except not on her own. There was Four. And Peter. And Caleb. And Marcus. All these people she collected on her way to Dauntless in her search for Tobias. It was like a treasure hunt. But this one was deadly. And she ended up collecting treasures she didn't want to collect.

Tris found Caleb and her father hiding with a bunch of Abnegation members in an abandoned building. She took them with her, not knowing what the consequences would be. Marcus tagged along. Despite her protests. Actually, she didn't protest at all. She just glared, hoping that he would get the hint and detach from the group.

Anyway. The journey to Dauntless was quick. Everybody obeyed her commands and jumped when she told them to jump. First from the train, and then from the roof.

Once they got there, everything was a blur. Tris can't remember much of what happened even now. She just knows that her father was murdered. And she was an orphan. She has lost everybody who ever cared for her. She was like Eric. Her family as well as his family were gradually being whacked out of their family portrait. One by one. Caleb was the only one left for her.

Eventually, she rescued Four, who was stuck in a sim which was controlled by the rest of Erudite. Tris has never seen anything like it. His look was the same. The gentleness and kindness in his eyes remained. But as soon as she set him free, he went for her throat, aching to kill her.

He woke up after she screamed his name, on the verge of having a bullet put through her head. He awoke.

And then they –Peter, Tris, Four, Caleb and Marcus- all boarded a train, not actually knowing where it was going to take them. After an hour's journey, Marcus decided that Amity was the safest place for refugees like themselves. And that's when Tris remembered Eric's advice. She agreed, not noticing Four's dumbfounded look.

The clacking of rails beneath the metallic train car was the only thing keeping her and Tobias awake, even though it lulled everybody else to sleep. (Peter was probably pretending to sleep because the wound in his shoulder was fresh and still bleeding from where Tris mercilessly shot him). The wind sent a breeze past her sweaty scalp as she leaned forward, watching the ground move beneath her. She felt Four's hand on her hip, steadying her slightly. They exchanged a smile. And that was when they had their first kiss. Tobias' heart was beating loud and clear in his chest. His hands tingled in excitement as they rushed up her back, thankful that her lips were moving against his.

Tris, on the other hand, could not get Eric out of her head. Four's kiss was sweet. But Eric's was more than sweet. It was always so much more.

As soon as they got to their destination, she made her way over to the nearest mirror –not phased that it was in a public hallway. At the time, nobody was in sight anyway, so she felt pretty alone. She picked up a pair of scissors and cut her long, thick locks. She cut them because everything was changing. Everything was already so different. And how could she still look the same? She couldn't.

Their first day in Amity was peaceful. No disturbances. No news of anybody hunting them down. But on the second day, everything got out of hand. Tris foolishly unleashed all of her emotions. All the sadness, all the fear, the regret and the anger and they consumed her. She attacked Peter. She nearly killed him. Johanna welcomed them gratefully. But now she wasn't sure that she made the right decision.

"Well, be that as it may," Johanna steps away from the massive window in her office. It overlooks the entire forest in the city. It is the most Amity view Tris has ever seen, "You can no longer stay here with us. Your presence is just too disruptive."

Tris bounces her leg up and down, glaring at the wooden floor planks beneath her chair. She feels pissed off. About having surrendered to her flood of emotions, about being lectured by probably the most annoying person on Amity campus, and by having to sit next to Peter, who looks as calm as ever. Did he forget about what just happened?

"Truth is that our sanctuary was never gonna last very long here anyways," Tris says, anger flaring in her eyes, "Was it? With you not standing up to Jeanine."

To her dismay, Johanna scoffs, shaking her head, "You don't understand us at all-"

"No, I do understand you," Tris cuts in, raising her voice, "I understand that you think you can stay out of this. But you can't. One day she's gonna show up and Jeanine is gonna take whatever power you think you have away from you-"

"Tris, Tris," Tobias raises his hand to silence her. Not in a way that may be deemed annoying. But in a way that soothes her, and still let's her know that she is going too far.

She doesn't understand what is going on between them. They have kissed. And they have said things only people who are in love can say. But Tris wasn't in love with him. So why was she playing along? Giving him hope?

"Look, Johanna, we need a little more time," he starts, "I need to find out where the rest of Dauntless are. And then we can leave."

"And then what? Attack Erudite?" Johanna faces him, "I will not be a party to violence."

Tris rolls her eyes, thinking that she is going to jump up from her seat and vacate the room.

"And no one's asking you to," Four reassures, "We just need a few more days."

Johanna narrows her eyes a Tris, considering her options. How bad could it be if she gave permission to violent teenagers to stay in her peaceful sanctuary? It is not Amity to consider violence. But it is also not Amity to destroy people's lives. And by saying 'no', she would be doing that.

"One," she says firmly, no hesitation in her voice. Tris looks up at her, furrowing her eyebrows.

"One what?"

"One more chance," Johanna clarifies, releasing a long overdue sigh, "See, to be Amity is to forgive," Great. Another lecture? "Others. And yourself," Tris looks down, knowing what is and what is not aimed at her, "You're hurting, Tris. And my heart goes out to you."

She feels tears prickling the backs of her eyes. Her heart starts thumping. She remembers her mom. The look on her face after she was dead. She looked distressed and hurt and alone. And Tris could never change that look. She was murdered.

"I know what it's like to stand helpless while you lose the ones you love," Johanna looks into the distance, clutching her heavy cardigan at her belly, "But killing Jeanine is not going to bring your mother back."

The tears have welled up and spilled down her cheeks.

"I know you're angry," she says, "but you're letting it consume you."

Tris wipes them away furiously, hoping that somehow nobody noticed. But of course they have. Four gives her a sympathetic look from across the room, letting his shoulders sag. Peter hides his smirk next to her. And Caleb gives her a quick glance before turning away. She forgot he was even there at all.

Rushed footsteps give her a slight jolt. She looks past Caleb, at an Amity man who has entered the office without an invite. This must be important.

"What is it?" Johanna hisses, stepping closer to him. He gives an inaudible answer. And then Four walks up to the massive window. At first it seems like he is watching the trees. But that can't be right. His eyes are too wide. His shoulders have risen again. He turns to look at Tris.

"They're here."

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