One-Shots: The Geek Collection

Peter Hayes - Divergent (Post - Allegiant)

A/N: *SPOILERS:*
As we all know (if you've read Allegiant), Peter Hayes wiped his memory. In the end, it is revealed that he moved to another experiment facility in Milwaukee. This takes place a few years after his arrival.

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He stormed out, forcing the door backwards as hard as he could and marching through it, shoulders raised and tense fists balled tightly at his sides. Even as the door closed, muffled cursing could be heard from the other side, growing quieter and quieter as he traveled farther away.

I stared at the now closed door as the previous moments flashed before my eyes.

The malicious, murderous look in his eyes. The hateful words that came out of his mouth. The crack that echoed through the room as his fist connected with a nose. The yells and swearing that came from him as he struggled against those who attempted to hold him back. Most of all, I recalled the shock of fear that struck my heart and knocked me breathless, making me question whether if the person I was watching was really my friend or not.

A voice dragged me back to reality. "Y/N, you are relieved from your duties today, as is everyone else," my supervisor announced to both my colleagues and I as he was given a rag for the director. Our experiment director was now sitting in a stool, surrounded by those around him trying to stop his now bleeding nose.

I hesitantly nodded and let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding. Still in a daze, my heart still racing, my feet turned and led me out the same door Peter had just stormed through.

- - -

I held my knuckle up to the door, planning to knock, but stopping myself with hesitation.

He couldn't still be mad, could he? What if he opens the door and knocks my lights out?

I shook my head. This was my friend. I'd known him ever since he'd been rescued from the fringe. He wouldn't - not to me.

Finally, I tapped my knuckle against the metal door, making a few meek knocks.

I anxiously waited for a few seconds. At first, I questioned whether he actually heard the knocks or not, but just as I was considering knocking again, the door slid open.

Our eyes immediately met. I don't know what I was expecting, but this wasn't it. There was no emotion, no anger, no regret - just a cold, indifferent stiffness.

There was an expanse of tense silence as I racked my brain for what to say. My mind went blank; I had no idea why I was even there, what I would do, what I would say. Luckily, he broke the silence and I didn't have to figure it out.

"You shouldn't be here," he muttered stiffly.

That wasn't what I expected.

"You shouldn't be pushing me away," I replied, the words tumbling out of my mouth before I could give them a second thought.

"I've been pushing everyone away, if you haven't noticed," he said with a poisonous tone, taking me by a slight surprise.

I let a quiet, fleeting moment pass before I responded.

"Just let me in, Peter."

He shook his head. "I don't think I can do that."

"Why not? I've done it hundreds of other times, why not now?"

"I can't Y/N."

"You can."

He let out a short, hollow, almost vicious laugh.