A/N- I do not own Divergent or any of its characters. All rights go to Veronica Roth.

This story continues directly after the ending of "I Chose Abnegation." (written by myself) If you haven't read it then I suggest you do, so that this story makes sense :) It follows the difficult 6 month period that Tris and Tobias had to live through while they were coming to terms with life in the new city and Tris' disability. Please leave a review if you can, let me know what kind of thing you would like to see in this story or if you have any ideas. You can also PM me if you prefer.

Six Months

Previously...

"I came to say goodbye." I say.

"Where are you going?"

"Back to the city. To start a new life." She nods her head in reply, obviously feeling guilty that she doesn't feel the sadness that I feel. I want to touch Tris one last time. I want to hear one last word escape from her lips. I want to see her eyes light up one last time. I want one last kiss. But she is already gone, leaving only her body and former self.

"Do you have to go?" She whispers. I can't imagine that she really wants me to stay. Why would she? Why would she ask that if she doesn't remember me?

I avoid her question, "can I kiss you goodbye?"

She thinks for a second, swallows hard, and looks at me. "Yes," she whispers.

I lean in and kiss her softly on the lips, she pulls away a little and doesn't kiss back. But I keep my lips on hers, trying to pretend that this is the Tris that I love. Then, my heart rate picks up and she surprises me. She kisses back, and it almost feels like I really am kissing my Tris for a moment. She deepens the kiss and brings her arms up around my neck, pulling me in closer. I pull away and look into her eyes, searching them. She gives me a small smile and a tear falls across her cheek. She is starting to tremble, and her eyes are filled with a mixture of sadness and hope.

"I've missed kissing you….Tobias."

Tris

I hear a beeping, no, screeching. It's immensely high pitched, and starting to give me a headache. I see Cara and Matthew run through the doors, Tobias' hand grips mine firmly.

"What's happening?" Tobias shouts. I have a terrible feeling of jamais vu; everything's familiar but it isn't. A feeling of blind terror and panic washes over me, and I can't think. My eyes dart around the room but I can't see. My body starts to shake and convulse uncontrollably.

"She's having a seizure!" Cara grabs my wrists, and presses them against the bed firmly. I'm starting to lose my grip on reality, all I can feel is pain and fear.

"A seizure? How?" Tobias voice shrieks, it makes me panic more.

"It's psychogenic, her mind is under a lot of stress. Matthew! Get the syringe!" She tells Tobias to grab my wrists, while she holds my head in place. Then I feel a sharp pain in my neck before I sink into total blackness.

…

I can hear voices. Quiet, hushed whispers. Although, they feel a world away from my own. My eyelids stat to twitch, letting in a glimpse of blinding light. I move my head and twitch my fingers, but that's all that I can move.

"Tris?" A familiar, gentle voice whispers. I gasp and try to open my eyes but they won't budge. I don't know how long I wait until I eventually manage to flutter my eyelids open. They feel heavy and unfamiliar, I feel as though I'm looking at everything through a clouded lens. Then my eyes focus slightly, and I see him sitting next to me. His hair has grown out considerably, and he looks worse than he did before.

"Hey, you're okay," says Tobias, rubbing my arm.

"I-" my voice cracks and croaks, I want to speak but I can't. My mouth is too dry, too scratchy against my shrivelled tongue.

"Shh. Here, try and have some water." He holds the cup to my mouth and I lean forward ever so slightly as he starts to tip the water into my mouth. Some of it runs out past my lips, but the rest I manage to swallow. He wipes the dribbled water away with a tissue. The action is both caring and degrading at the same time. "Better?"

"Yeah, as good as I'll ever be."

"Don't talk like that, you're going to be fine. We'll get you fixed up. Don't worry, just rest for now." His smile is familiar and reassuring, it warms me to my core, a feeling of safety washed over me for reasons that I cannot explain.

"I feel strange."

"You've had a lot of drugs. They're calming you down and taking the pain away."

"Tris? Is she awake?" A girl's voice speaks and opens the door.

"Christina, no visitors!" Tobias shouts.

"I just wanted to see how she was doing, I'm sorry-"

"You need to leave. It will stress her out," he cuts her off and walks to the door, closing it again.

"Who was that?" I ask.

"No one. It's okay, you'll be able to deal with all of that when you're ready. Right now, just focus on feeling better."

I stare into his deep blue eyes, they're enchanting in their own way, but they remind me of something else. My head pounds slightly, signifying that my brain is working too hard. But I can't stop it, the image of what I'm trying to remember is right here in front of me, yet I can't- stars. Of course, how could I forget? He showed me the stars. He showed me the night sky and I saw how similar it was to his own glistening irises.

"We lay underneath the stars," I smile at him.

"You remember?" His voice uncertain yet hopeful.

"Of course. I remember most things about you, since you kissed me. What happened?"

"Well, after you remembered my name, you became very stressed. I suppose it was too much for your mind to handle, remembering so much at once. You had a seizure, but you're alright now, it won't happen again. We'll be careful in future, you won't be allowed visitors for a couple of weeks."

"Will you tell them? Tell them that I'm sorry. I suppose there are quite a few people who I've forgotten."

"Yeah, but don't worry about it. I'm sure you'll remember them eventually. They understand."

I nod my head and look down at my useless limbs, the ones that I can't even feel anymore. I don't know which disability is worse, my strayed memory or paralysed legs.

"Hey," he whispers, stroking a piece of my knotted hair and putting it behind my ear. "You should get some sleep."

"So should you," I muster a quiet laugh.

"I don't want to leave you."

"Then don't, stay with me." If I could move over on the bed I would, instead I just pat at the inches-worth of space next to me, in hope that he could squeeze on. He smiles slightly and stands up from the rigid chair, he takes away the sheet that covers me and ever so carefully lifts me just enough so that he can move me to the end of the bed and make space for himself. He organises the tubes and wires that tangle around my body so that he doesn't lie on them, and arranges me so that I'm comfortable. He covers us both up with the sheet, and takes my hand in his. I wish I could be closer to him- hotel room. My face flushes at my rediscovered memory of what happened that night in the hotel room.

"You okay?" He must notice my body tensing slightly, and my red-stained cheeks. I turn and smile at him, reassuringly.

"I'm fine. Just so many questions, and so much exhaustion."

"We can fill you in on everything when you've had a good sleep. Just close your eyes for now." His voice rumbles as he murmurs quietly to me, it soothes me to sleep.

…

I slept until the next morning, comforted in Tobias' arms. Matthew is doing some physical therapy work on my legs and lower body, to keep the circulation going and to try and strengthen up my muscles.

"Can you teach me how to do it?" Tobias asks him, I know that there's two reasons for this: 1) He wants to help me, and 2) He's jealous of Matthew touching me. I can't say I mind either way.

"Sure, come here I'll show you what to do," he replies. They spend the next hour working on my legs, I'm thankful that I now wear a t-shirt and shorts instead of that stupid hospital gown.

"I think I've had enough now," I say.

"Okay, I'll leave you to it. Four, if you just keep doing this twice a day that would be great. Tris if you need anything from me and Cara just press that buzzer," he smiles at me. I'm thankful that I have Matthew and Cara, I don't think I would have survived otherwise. The room is silent when Matthew leaves, and Tobias sits on the chair next to me.

"I want to know what happened," I whisper. Tobias looks at me and heaves a sigh. He holds my hand and begins his long story about the war on Abnegation, Jeanine Matthews, and the work of the Bureau. We talk for a few hours about everything. He's hesitant, but I assure him that I can handle it. I accept that there are many people who I have loved and forgotten, but the first step to remembering is learning. It's going to be a long and difficult road, but I know, I just know that I can handle it.

Coming up...

"Tris, don't do this please! You'll hurt yourself," Tobias pleads, his face looks wet with tears. I try to turn over but cry in pain when I twist my shoulder. I pull the clip off my finger and try to rip the name band around my arm. I take the cannula out of my nose and scratch and pull at the skin on my legs, trying to lift them up and get them to move, I start to bruise and bleed. Tobias grabs my hands and keeps them still while Cara fits the cannula back on and re-arranges the tubes. I try to thrash against his grip but it's no use, without my legs I can't wriggle free. I am helpless.

"No!" I break down into loud, frantic sobs. "I don't want this, I don't want it," sobs continue to wrack through my body. I slam my head back against the bed frame repeatedly, it pounds and my body aches.

"Four, hold her down," Cara commands.

"I'm sorry Tris."

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