Divergent & Hunger Games Crossover:

A/N: Sorry, I just didn't like this chapter, so I changed it again. Also, because Chapter 3 makes much more sense now.

Disclaimer: I own neither the Hunger Games nor Divergent, I only own my plot and my Fanfiction account.

Chapter 1:

Tris' POV:

Prior.

But, what does that mean? I can't be related to her, I don't even know her.

That doesn't mean anything…

I suck in a breath.

It doesn't.

"What… was that?" Evelyn shouts, obviously not appealing to the idea of not being in this loop. Her plans, just like Jeanine's, are ruined.

Tobias replies, just as loud as Evelyn. "That was the information people died for, killed for, and enslaved minds for!"

The information my parents died for.

I watch Evelyn closely, seeing her expression go from confidently overpowering, to cowardly and unsure. It doesn't fit her.

A woman walks through the crowd, followed by a man. Many people have stunned looks as she passes them. I feel a twinge of recognition towards the woman, but I can't quite see her face. The man however remains anonymous.

He has a deep shade of some color darkening his crisp suit, with a lighter color stripes. His hair is white a snow, giving him a sinister look. He walks somewhat confidently aside the woman, in spite of having everyone's eyes on only him.

It's evident he's not from here.

Once they reach the front of the room, the woman whispers something to Tori and Harrison, causing Tori's face to fill with rage.

The mystery woman turns around, causing involuntary gasps to emit from different parts of the crowd.

It's Edith.

I can tell though, she's not here for a good reason.

"Everyone," she starts. "Given the circumstances – the fact that the Factions apparently can't cooperate as a whole – everyone involved will not go unpunished. We would like for you to proceed as normal, until further notice-"

"So you think just because Erudite couldn't seem to get along with everyone else, you should take over?" Tori yells. "Well, I'll have you know-"

"Ms. Wu, there is no need to get frustrated over the Erudite – that problem seems to have been taken care of," Edith points out, the ghost of a smile playing on her lips. "You are the one who solved it, anyway."

Tori slumps against Harrison with a look of defeat.

"Now," Edith looks between Tobias and I. "on to more crushing matters. What you had just seen was classified information, to be seen only by leaders-"

"We had every right to know the truth," I say, my voice level, seeing no reason to yell.

"Yes, I would agree, but given the circumstances, I don't."

Because you didn't have to watch both your parents die, I think. You didn't have to kill your best friend. Betray the ones you love; have the ones you love betray you. You didn't have to choose who lives and who dies... with one bullet, your bullet...

But all I say is. "That's fine – I don't need your affirmation. What's done is done."

She's trying to hurt me, break me, make me surrender – something Jeanine did not succeed in, something that lead to her downfall – but she is failing miserably.

I am Dauntless; I am Divergent. I can't be controlled.

"This sudden uprising was the first of them, and hopefully the last." I think I see a hint of a smile play on her lips, but I can't be sure – it's gone as fast as it came. "We had peace, and order up until now, when-"

"You see," Christina interrupts. "We are all human; we all have the natural tendency to be curious. This would've happened one way or another."

"Well, which way would you prefer?"

"It doesn't matter which way!" I spit. "We don't have time to dwell on what could have been! We know now, there's nothing we can do about it!" I am yelling now - I only notice when Tobias squeezes my hand -, but I am far from caring.

The corners of Edith's mouth turn upward in a small smile. She motions for the man with the white hair, and they leave without another word.

Anger boils up inside of me, and I feel the sudden urge to follow them. I am considering it when Tobias tugs my arm lightly.

"Look, Tris," he starts in a low voice. I look at him, expectantly. "We can't just demand they tell us what's going on – you know they won't tell us, not after what just happened. Edith is already wary of you; we have to keep a low profile for now. We don't know what's going to happen-"

"And that's why I'm going to find out," I say trying to pull my arm away, but his grip tightens on my arm.

"We can't, Tris."

"Why not?" I say evenly. My anger has died down, and now I just feel tired and desperate.

"Anything can happen. We just… can't, ok? We've been through too much already, and we can't risk anything happening again. I can't let you go – I won't -… I can't…" he pauses, sucking in a breath. "We just have to obey them, for now, until we see where this goes."

I nod. I understand what he means, and no matter how badly I want to know, I agree.

It feels like my anger has completely faded away, and is replaced with a rollercoater of emotions, one of them being content. I'm calmer than before, and it feels nice – I haven't had anything nice happen in a while, and I want to savor it for as long as I can.

I hug him, because he needs it now, I know he does. I can read him like a book, and he's proved to me many times that he could do the same with me.

I hug him because he's hurting; I hug him because he wants me to; I hug him because he loves me, and doesn't want to lose me, and needs to know that he won't lose me.

And he won't.

Tobias begins to look around, and he hugs me tighter, closer.

"Tris, the factionless have all of the guns," he whispers.

I nod. "I know. What do we do now?"

He sighs. "Let's go."

I know he's probably just as impatient as I am, but he always finds a way to block his emotions, and think about things… except when it comes to me.

I don't know how he does it.

Before my conversation with Edith, my first thought would have been to sit quietly, await further instruction, but with Edith in charge, I won't take it. I don't trust her.

But I can't disobey Edith, either. Tobias told me that, and I heard him perfectly. There is no way out now, but there will be, some day, he promised me that.

As I look around the room, I am met with a sullen silence, and grave stares. I'm sure everyone in this room heard our conversation with Edith – we were speaking rather loudly -, and if not, word will spread like wildfire.

I don't let it influence me though; I just walk out, my hand intertwined with Tobias'.