Piper hadn't gone for breakfast the following morning, she had eaten the night before when she hadn't expected to and if she were honest she couldn't face looking him dead in the eyes again.

So she stayed put.

She had changed but stayed in her room, staring blankly out the window looking for any sort of direction yet again.

All she wanted was a sign, a sign that her brother and best friend were okay.

That only made her think of Christina, her heart broke for her all the same. She had lost Will, all her friends were on the run. For all Piper knew she was alone and scared.

Or worse.

She shook her head refusing to think of that.

She just sat on the large wooden windowsill big enough to chill on and stare out into the open.

It gave her a sense of peace, that just for those few moments she wasn't being hunted by Jeanine, more Eric or any of the rest of them.

It made her forget about the heartache she felt guilty for.

She knew she shouldn't, because everyone is allowed to mourn loss in many different ways, not only death. Although she had lost two of the most important people in her life but her heart ached for the loss of Peter.

The loss of the relationship they had.

Her head tilted back until it hit the wooden frame, only for seconds before the slamming of a door made her jump.

The front door to the hut like place they'd been put in smacked off its hinges and the sound of someone storming up the stairs to the rooms above made her stand up and run over to her bedroom door.

Stepping out she was met with Caleb who looked more than distressed.

"What the hell happened?" She walked towards him, watching Four come in the door that was recently nearly taken off its hinges by who she'd now assume was Tris.

Peter wouldn't go up the stairs and Four and Caleb stood here.

Caleb scratched the back of his neck, "there was a bit of a-" he swallowed rather harshly, "a bust up" he confirmed in his weird Caleb like ways.

The information was sparse.

She could piece together that there was a bust up between Tris and someone, who she didn't know and why she didn't know thanks to Caleb's lack of detail which made her sigh loudly and lift a hand to her head.

"Yes I gathered, between who?" She gave him a look that seemed to have him straighten up.

He cleared his throat looking as if this would have an effect on Piper, she just gave him the look urging him to hurry the hell up and spit it out.

He looked as if he were about to speak being cut off by his small jump at the door opening again.

In walked a very irate looking Peter Hayes, blood trickling down his cheek as he stalked past the pair. Piper giving Caleb a very readable look yet again, the what the fuck look.

Caleb only nodded and then tilted his head towards Peter who was near the bathroom now, this bust up clearly being between Tris and Peter.

Four had already gone to Tris.

Caleb's information giving was practically useless.

She only had one choice to get answers.

So she did what she had to, making her way to the bathroom, the door he had just slammed when entering.

She walked over, hearing Caleb shout after her, knowing Peter was ready to take this out on anyone in his path, she didn't care, she'd dealt with him before, she could do it again.

Her hand wrapped around the handle half expecting the door to be locked.

It wasn't, Peter had simply imagined she wasn't stupid enough to follow him after seeing how annoyed he had been.

Peter was very wrong.

He had almost forgotten how stubborn she was, almost.

The door flew open to reveal him standing in front of the mirror, unsure what to do. Not wanting to shout at her but knowing she wasn't exactly giving him much of a choice.

"Leave Piper" his words were warning, deep and overwhelming provoked.

She didn't listen.

He shook his head, putting his hands on the side of the sink as she closed the door behind her, "No" she was just as adamant as he had been, he listened to the sound of the lock clicking behind her.

He stood up straight again, turning to face her, "don't be stupid, get out", she knew what he was doing, trying to be harsh to have her leave.

It wouldn't work.

She stood firmly in front of the door, arms now crossed over her chest.

He stared at her, tilting his head and closing his eyes for a brief moment to try and calm down, when his eyes reopened they were met with her fiery ones again.

She raised a brow in a mocking way trying to get him to speak, although he only let out a hollow laugh at that attempt.

"What happened?" She was unyielding.

She would have an answer and he would give her it, even if it was a fight to get there.

"I'm not doing this" he turned away from her again, looking into the mirror, picking up a fresh, clean white towel which Piper had just laid out that morning.

She shook her head as he dabbed the blood with a pristine looking towel.

"Tris do that?" She tried to sound taunting, hoping to get his back up, get an answer out of him, "clean shot I'll give her that" she stepped closer so her back was no longer on the door, "I'm sure it was deserved, I just want to know why"

Peters hand slammed against the sink, the towel dropping into the empty and now battered sink.

"Don't" he urged.

She didn't listen.

"Go on, what did you do this time?" She pushed back on him, stepping closer watching as he sneered down at her.

He shook his head, laughing like a psycho yet again, "I only told her the truth" he now was playing her own game, with the snide comments to get her to back down, "she couldn't handle the truth, and so she lashed out" he looked away from her, "typical Tris" he lifted the towel again.

Rubbing the wound.

Piper let out a scoff yanking the towel from his hands, in one swift pull she held it tight in her hands.

Peter was stronger and she knew that, the only reason she'd been able to grab it so easily was due to him not expecting it. He didn't however wince in pain at the feeling of it being pulled from the wound.

"What the fuck-" he turned to yell being cut off by the girl before him.

"Sit down" she tilted her head to the toilet which did have the seat down, he gave her a protesting look, "sit down, you're only making it worse, you don't rub an open wound Peter" she shook her head. He surprisingly did as he was told.

He sat flat atop of the toilet seat, legs spread.

She stood between his legs though making sure not to make any contact other that the towel to his cheek.

She turned the cold tap on dampening the now already ruined and bloodstained white towel, the sight making her want to slap him alone. This was a new towel.

After squeezing out the water she turned it back to Peter, dabbing the towel gentle upon the cut which had already stopped bleeding quite as much.

His hands sat flat on his thighs, squeezing tightly.

She hadn't thought much of it, she had thought he seemed to be in an awful lot of pain from a small cut.

She just hadn't realised he wasn't squeezing his thighs from the pain he was in, in fact it didn't hurt, not like when he'd tried to clean it out moments ago. He was squeezing his thighs because if he hadn't he was worried he wouldn't be able to stop himself touching her, holding her hips, her waist, her thighs.

The feeling of how close she was had him undone.

He just couldn't show that, so squeezing his own thighs to stop him was the only option.

After a few minutes of silence she soaked a separate part of the towel, gently dabbing around the cut to clear up the drying blood.

Clearing her throat when she finished he opened his eyes that he hadn't really noticed he'd closed.

His eyes met hers instantaneously.

She felt her heart begin to race because he looked at her how he used to, her eyes lids began to flutter unsure what to do or say.

Yet she couldn't break the eye contact.

He now cleared his throat, "I uh, I told her I'd keep Caleb safe" his words had her furrowing her brows, "and reminded her that her parents both died in her company, she didn't take that well" her lips parted, not in the lustful way he was used to.

Her lips parted in disbelief.

She stumbled backwards, still holding the towel tight in her hands.

"You made jokes about her parents dying, and her having to watch something like that?" She reiterated exactly what he'd said, still trying to make sense of it, "you're sick, you're-" she stuttered trying to think of a word, "disgusting" she shook her head, "did it ever occur to you I had to find two dead bodies, you want to make the same joke about me?" She threw the towel, forceful enough to catch him by surprise.

He stood tall, taking a step towards her as she stepped back.

"Of course not Piper I didn't mean-" he tried to justify his actions, stopping mid sentence after realising he couldn't.

He had taken his anger out on Tris, he knew her secret and that meant he lost Piper.

"You didn't mean it? You never do! And yet you still find away to hurt people" she lifted a hand to the top of her head again, letting out a deep breath, "God I really thought I'd made a mistake" that comment made Peter feel this sense of hope that was quickly distinguished with her next words, "maybe the mistake was us, if I had just left it alone at Dauntless, if I'd have avoided you like everyone told me to do" she turned away to face the door.

More so because she couldn't face him.

Peter stepped forward taking a gentle grip around the top of her arm to turn her his way.

"That would've been impossible and you know it" his hand found her jaw, tilting her head his way, "as soon as you spoke to me I-" he knew what he wanted to say.

It just wouldn't come out.

"As soon as I spoke to you what?" She yanked her arm away from his grasp, "you realised how easy it would be to mess me about?" He tried to speak but this time she yelled, "No" putting a hand on his chest to stop him closing the distance between the two, "we were a mistake, a mistake I couldn't make twice"

"That's really what you think?" He let out a scoff, partially in disbelief and partially because he didn't think she could be this cruel.

"It's what I know"

"You know what Piper?" She nodded her head up waiting for him to continue, "fuck you" his words became like a venom, "you think your so perfect, so high and mighty and you should never of stooped as low as me?" Her eyes soften, scared of what he was going to say, "you're not so perfect, you realise how I got into all these situations? All the things I did that were so horrible? You. It was all down to you." Her heart felt like it had sank, not because of his harshness but because she knew it was the truth, "Why did I fuck up Riley? Why did I murder one of my best fucking friends?" She felt the realisation hit her like a truck, then he threw something back at her that even she didn't think he'd fall to, "Why was your brother murdered?"

She thumped back against the wooden door after he'd spoken.

The sound having Peter look her way.

He'd broken her.

He'd said something he never should've said, it wasn't her fault her brother was dead. It would never have been her fault because he knew he'd have done the same for her.

"Piper-" he tried to reach her. To beg her to forgive him, but she had unlocked the door and made her way out, "listen to me-" he stopped dead.

There stood Johanna looking pretty pissed.

"All of you, with me now"