Her Secret

Early Riser

    Jeanine grabs a gun from Peter and swiftly walks across the room. "What is it that clues you in? What tells you it's a sim?" She demands, pressing the gun barrel to a girl's forehead. "Tell me or I swear I'll kill you," she growls.
    Jeanine repeats herself another time until the girl stands up. This pushes the gun towards her forehead until it's pressing into it. "I won't tell you. And you won't kill me until you have the answer, will you?" The girl says fiercely.
    Jeanine stares at her and laughs. It was a mirthful laugh that made the girl shiver. "You stupid girl," Jeanine says with another chuckle. "You think this is about you and your abnormal brain, don't you? How cute. Well, let me be the first one to tell you. This isn't about you. It isn't about me either. This is about keeping the city safe from people who pose a threat. This is about keeping the Divergents from plunging it into hell!" Jeanine says. The girl feebly attempts to fight Jeanine, but it's no use. Jeanine pulls the trigger of the gun and a loud bang rings out. Jeanine looks up and hands the gun back to Peter.
    Peter chuckles. "It definitely isn't your first rodeo."
    Jeanine ignores him. "Have her body taken to the morgue. I want them to make sure Tris Prior is really dead," she spits.

    It was at that time that Jeanine woke up screaming. She sits up in bed, trying to calm her breath. Jeanine grabs a glass of water and sits back down on her bed with it. She checks the time. Two am.
    This was the fourth night in a row that she had this dream. She feared more every day that it would come true. Jeanine didn't want to kill Tris, but this was sometimes how things had to happen. Jeanine checks her emails quickly and responds to Andrew. It had greatly surprised her that he had emailed her being Abnegation were selfless and technology wasn't a thing there. What surprised her, even more, was when she got a concerned response from him back a few seconds later. He was wondering if she was doing alright for being up so late. "What am I going to tell him?" Jeanine asks aloud. "That I had a bad dream where I killed his daughter and my crush?" She sighs and responds.

Andrew Prior
    I think the better question, Mr. Prior, is why you have a laptop and are emailing me. I find it quite odd that you would do such a thing. Am I incorrect in thinking that technology is selfish?
    And I think I could honestly ask you what you're doing up at this time too. But Don't worry about me though. I'm going back to bed now.
~Jeanine Matthews

    She sighs and shuts her laptop. Jeanine finishes her glass of water before trying to sleep again. After two hours of laying in bed restless, she gets up and takes a shower, deciding that she might as well get ready for the day instead of laying in bed. Jeanine then responds to a few texts before realizing that it was still early. She sighs as she sits down to read a book. Twenty minutes later, there's a knock on the door. Someone lets themselves in a few seconds later. She looks up as Joanna lets herself in.
    Upon seeing her surprised face, Joanna pulls out her phone. "Didn't you get my text?" She asks.
    Jeanine sighs and grabs hers. "Yeah. I apparently did," she mutters.
    Joanna rolls her eyes. "You've been a wreck ever since you found out you might have to kill her. Why don't you just talk to her? I'm sure something could get resolved. I mean, you're losing sleep over this for goodness sakes!" Joanna says, flopping down in the only other chair in the room.
    Jeanine marks her page and sets the book down. "It's not that simple, you know," she says with an eye roll. "You can't just expect us to talk once and Tris to be cured of her Divergence," she says with a sigh. "If only it worked that way, to be honest."
    "Have you thought about the fact that you can keep one around? Like fudge her results a bit or something?" Joanna asks.
    "That's cheating— wait a minute. That might actually be a brilliant idea. Then I could. . . Wait. I can't. Eric somehow already confirmed she was divergent. It's not like I can just contradict whatever background information he's dug up on her."
    "Why don't you do your own research about her? He could be wrong. You are the Erudite," Joanna says with a slight yawn.
    Jeanine stays quiet as if contemplating this idea. "That could work— Joanna, go back to bed if you're tired— but that's a brilliant idea, actually."
    "See! I can be brilliant at times! But yeah. I think I'm going to take you up on the sleeping offer," she says with another yawn. "Or maybe I'll just get some coffee—" she trails off as she almost falls asleep. "Sleep. I'll go with sleep."
    Jeanine chuckles as she watches the girl. "Do you need me to walk you back to your dorm?" She jokes. "Just wondering, because at this rate I might have to carry you."
    Joanna shakes her head. "Nope. I think I'll just occupy this chair for the next three hours," she says, closing her eyes and stretching out. She then bolts up. "Oh! If you want to talk to Tris, here's what she's doing tonight," she says, passing a sheet of paper over to Jeanine. Jeanine looks suspiciously at the girl as it has places and times filling up the list. "Were you stalking her?" She asks. But this does no good, for Joanna had already fallen asleep in the chair.