Disclaimer: No I don't own the Divergent series, Veronica Roth does.
AN: I find the name "Tobias" does not roll off the tongue very well, so I've adapted his name in this story. Four just didn't fit the character I'm trying to build either. So enjoy Theo instead.
Lifeline
Chapter 1
Tris Prior walked along the dark narrow path, her long blond hair flowing behind her in the icy cold breeze. It was winter and the cold harsh wind blew right by her as she tucked her scarf into her jacket tighter. She couldn't believe what she had just seen; her boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend, who had recently returned from an extended trip away with his friends, was currently on the dance floor of the club Tris was at, groping the woman he proclaimed to have fallen in love with while away on his trip. The ring on her finger gave Tris all the evidence she needed to walk away and never every go back. Which is why Tris found herself currently walking home in the cold gusty wind. As Tris looked up at a nearby street light that flickered she could sware she saw snow begin to fall. Suddenly she hit a large bump with both her head and her right foot.
"Oomph" she gasped as she reached for the now sore spot on her forehead. A lump was sure to grow from the impact.
"Hmp" she head from the stationery object which turned out to be a black hoodie, jeans wearing human man. "I'm so sorry" the hooded figure mumbled while he too rubbed the sore spot on his collarbone. A bone in which Tris was sure her head had come into contact with, resulting in the soon to be bruised bump.
"No, totally my bad; I should have been looking where I was going." Tris said as she raised her head from her hand to get a closer look at the black hoodie jeans wearing figure.
Once Tris got a look at this face, she lost all train of thought. Deep blue eyes covered by amazingly deep eyebrows that looked more concerned that injured. A hooked but amazingly angled nose on a well chiselled face, spare upper lip and full lower lip. All in all this man was amazing.
"No please, it's my fault" the black hooded man replied. He raised his head and with his right hand lowered the hood on his jacket revealing a mop of dark brown hair. Tris had never seen a man so beautiful in her entire eighteen year existence. Her eyes widened as he released his hood and showed more of his chiselled jaw line to her. For a rare moment Tris Prior was speechless. "I really should have been looking where I was going. I'm a little lost." He said sheepishly.
"Lost?" Tris enquired. Whoever had lost this man was in dire need of a tracking device and dozens of lost and found posters.
"I was trying to find…" The stranger trailed off while fishing in his pocket. Tris took a precautionary step backwards. Sure this stranger was extremely good looking, but she didn't know what his intentions were, after all it was the middle of the night on a cold deserted street.
The stranger watched as Tris took her step back, and another one just to be on the safe side and burrowed his brows while fishing out a piece of paper from his jacket pocket.
"The Elixir Café, that's where I'm meant to be meeting a business associate, any ideas if I'm even close?"
Trish breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the paper. She figured if he was going to attack her, now, in the very low light of this street, in the middle of the night, would be the time to do so. But he didn't, he was genuinely asking her for directions. Once that fact had sunk in, she smiled.
"You've gone too far" She told him. "You need to go back a block, turn left and go down 2 blocks or so, bright neon sign, can't miss it"
"Of course" The stranger chuckled. "That's what I get for asking my driver to let me out a few blocks away so I could enjoy the fresh nigh air"
It was only then Tris realised the strangers' accent. It wasn't Australian at all, but defiantly had a hint of American. New York, Boston perhaps?
"You're not from around here?"
The stranger chuckled. "It's that obvious is it?"
"A little" Tris chuckled back.
"Thanks, for the directions, I hope I didn't cause any permanent damage to your head?"
Tris moved her hand to her forgotten head. A lump was defiantly starting to form, she wasn't surprised. Sensing her discomfort about her head injury the stranger narrowed his eyes on her and burrowed his brow again in concern.
"Maybe I should skip the café and ensure you get home okay. We don't know if you have a concussion."
"Confident your collar bone is that hard huh?" Trish said while attempting to brush off any pain she had from the collision.
The stranger shot Tris a half smirked quirked a eyebrow at her. "I am, yes"
Tris roller her eyes at the stranger and blew out a puff of defeat. Her head did of course hurt and she was a good half a dozen or so blocks from her house. Maybe she could walk with this amazingly good looking man to the café, enjoy a nice hot coffee while ensuring she had no life long injury to her head. It couldn't hurt right?
"How about I make sure you get to where you are going, you being the tourist out of this dynamitic duo and all?"
The stranger smiled. A full teeth shining smile and nodded in agreement. "As long as you let me buy you a hot beverage." It was more a statement than a question. Trish just nodded once in agreement and headed in the direction of the café with the stranger on her heels.
AN: I'm attempting to update this on a weekly basis, feel free to shoot me ideas if you have any. As always reviews are always welcomed.