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Disclaimer:Divergent and it's character are the property of Veronica Roth.

Tobias

I know that this isn't going to be easy for her. She is so strong, but I know she still doubts that people see her that way. I have to help her see how strong she is before we start training. If she doesn't believe in her own strength, then she will never be able to convince the transfers. I know they are already going to have a hard time taking her seriously at first. Her tiny frame, fragile and bird like, acting as a perfect disguise for her fierceness.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask. "You can always tell them, no."

"I'm sure." She says. Even though her voice is steady and calm, her eyes look nervous and unsure and she is biting her bottom lip. Most people wouldn't notice, but I know her, too well. I can see her insecurities showing through her tough exterior.

I walk up and pull her into my arms. I lean down and kiss the top of her head. She looks up at me and I rest my forehead against hers. "There isn't anyone I would rather do this with. You know that, right? You will be great at it." She sighs and closes her eyes. We stay that way for a moment. Then she pulls away.

She walks over and collapses onto the couch, staring silently up at the ceiling. I know she is thinking about how she is going to convince a group of strangers to take her seriously. She is not what any of them will expect to see. Other than her tattoos and athletic build, there is nothing particularly dauntless looking about her.

Appearances can be deceiving that way. I never would have picked her to be first in her initiate class the day I pulled her from the net. But that was before I truly saw her. Before, I saw her strength come through, every time she had to fight to protect others. I know she thinks her Divergence is the only thing that makes her strong. But that isn't true. Her strength comes from somewhere deep inside her. She is truly brave. She is able to act completely without fear, when most others would be terrified, sacrificing her self to save the ones she loves. A selfless kind of brave. A true Dauntless.

"I'm not scary, or intimidating, like you. I can't just turn on my 'instructor Four' mode. To them, I'm just going to look like a twelve year old girl." She says, frustration and anxiety starting to show. "You just look intimidating and scary, without even having to try. I just look shy and weak, especially when I stand next to you. I'm not loud like Chris, or fierce like Lauren. Their going to think you let your little sister tag along." She crosses her arms and groans in frustration.

I walk over and sit down on the couch beside her. She rolls over on her side, curling herself into a ball. I see a tear run down her cheek and as she opens her mouth to speak, I already know what she will say.

"Why are you with me? I'm not pretty, or sexy, or strong. You are so handsome and fierce, it doesn't make sense. Even the others think so, I can see it on peoples faces when we are in the pit. They are always looking at us and I know its because they can't figure out why the mighty Four would ever be with a small, skinny Stiff like me." She sighs a stuttered sigh and wipes the tears from her cheeks.

Now I groan in frustration. We have been going over this same conversation a year. No matter what I say, I cannot convince Tris that the reason people stare is because she is so beautiful. She is funny, and smart, not to mention saved the whole faction from becoming murderers, including me. Why cant she see what I see? I want to pick her up and shake her. I want to yell at her to stop being so stupid. but, I'm certain that wont help. The last time we had this conversation I ended up sleeping at Zeke's. I might still be there had Shauna not talked to Tris.

"What can I do to help?" I say.

"Go into my fear landscape with me" she says."I think I need to face them...you know...like if I can face those fears head on, I can face this one too."

I nod my head. I don't like going in with her. It's not easy for me to watch her face her fears, especially since three of them now involve me. But, if this will help her see herself the way everyone else does, beautiful and strong, then I will go.

We pass Christina and Will on our way up to the fear landscape room. "Where are you guys headed?" Christina asks.

"Fear landscape." Tris says without stopping.

"You guys are crazy, No wonder you are perfect for each other."Christina yells back at us.

We enter the fear landscape room and this time it is Tris who pulls the little black box out of her pocket. She takes the needle out and presses it into her neck. She hands me the box and I push it back. "You do it. It will be good practice for training." She smiles at me, and then takes out the other needle and presses it into my neck. I grip her hand, lacing my fingers between hers. I lean down and gently kiss her. "Be brave, Tris."

Her fears begin and I notice that she is getting faster at facing them. Easily getting through the birds and the tank with the water. The next fear has changed a little since the first time she went in during her initiation. She is still in the ocean, but now she is on the rock. I stand next her and look out into the water. Her parents are in the water trying to get to the rock. She is screaming and holding her hand out to them, trying to pull them onto the rock with us. Just when she is about to grab her mothers hand, a giant wave washes over her and her fingers slip through Tris's hand.

Everything around us goes dark and then I see we are in Erudite headquarters. Tris lays strapped to a metal chair in what looks like a laboratory. I see her brother. Caleb, walk up to her with an injection needle in his hand. He says something about her being a Divergent rebel. She screams out for me to help her. I see my simulation self in the corner of the room, but I am being held down by two men. I try to get lose so I can save her, but one of them pulls out a gun and presses it to my head. She struggles and screams against the restraints holding her to the table. There is the sound of a gun shot. The real me tries to run over to her, but my feet are glued to the floor. This fear is about her helplessness, I will not be able to help her through this one. It is one of the hardest for me to watch.

I feel Tris's hand press against mine. She reaches up and rubs my cheek.

"I'm right here Tobias. Its not real. Im fine and so are you." She says smiling up at me.

That's my Tris, always thinking of others first, even in the middle of living out her worst fears. I smile back and look around. We are standing in the bedroom of our apartment. I wait for the familiar scene of simulation me advancing on Tris, and her rejecting his affections, always saying she isn't ready yet. I see simulation me standing in the bedroom, but he is not walking towards her, she is walking towards him. She kisses simulation me hard and passionate, running her fingers down his spine. She whispers in his ear "I want you." This fear has changed. But, why is it still in her fear landscape if she is no longer afraid of intamacy? Simulation me pushes her away and walks out of the room. Tris drops to her knees on the floor and begins to cry. This fear is no longer about me wanting her, she is afraid that I don't want her.

The lights go dark and then we are standing in the control room in the Dauntless compound. Her family stands in front of her. There is a gun in her hand. I hear my voice tell her to shoot them.

"No" she says.

Simulation me presses a gun into the back of her head and tells her she doesn't have a choice. The next part is the hardest for me to watch.

Tris drops the gun in her hand and turns around pressing his gun into her forehead. "No."

When I open my eyes we are standing in the fear landscape room again.

Tris is sitting on the floor in front of me, knees drawn tightly in a ball, head down, rocking back and forth. I reach down and stand her up. Telling her its over, ensuring her I would never hurt her or her family. I feel her nod against me, her face pressed tightly into my chest. I stroke her hair and kiss the top of her head.

Tris

We walk back to our apartment in silence, Tobias's arm wrapped around my shoulder like he is trying to protect me from my fears. The last one is a hard one for both of us. I don't like asking him to go through it with me. Two years ago during the attempted Erudite attack on Abnegation, Tobias was put under a simulation. It made him think I was his enemy and he tried to kill me. He probably would have if I hadn't turned my gun to my own head instead of his. He says that my voice, crying and telling him I loved him, brought him out of it. He still has nightmares about it. He jerks up right in bed most nights, saying my name, shaking and sweating. I know what he feels like, I get them too.

He opens the door to the apartment and follows me in. I go in our bedroom and stand in the darkness, not really knowing what to say to him. I feel his arms wrap around me from the back and he presses his lips to the side of neck, squeezing me tightly in his arms.

"You ok?" he breathes against my neck.

I shrug my shoulders and turn around snuggling into his arms. I press my face to his chest and breathe in his scent. There is always something so comforting about it. I am so sure he is mine, and yet so scared he will slip away. My fear of being with him replaced by the fear of him rejecting me. I know the only way to conquer this fear is to face it head on.

I run my hands up his chest and wrap them around his neck. "I love you, Tobias." I say, standing on my tip toes and brushing my lips to his.

"I love you, Tris." he whispers against my lips.

I smile and press his cheek with mine. I flick his ear with my tongue teasing him. He presses his lips to mine. Swallowing me in his embrace. Pressing against me so hard I feel I will break in his arms. He begins to kiss me more urgently now, and I kiss back, passion slowly rising from my bones. He grabs me at my waist pressing his thumbs into my hips pulling them towards him. I moan into his ear and his fingers dig into my back, clawing at my shirt. I slide my hands down his back, running my fingers over each tattoo. He shivers and sighs "Tris" into my ear. His fingers find the hem of my shirt and I let him slide them up my body removing it and throwing it to the side. He stares at me for a moment, and I feel bare. He is so perfect and I am so plain. He grabs my chin, tilting my head to the side. I feel him slowly kissing down my neck. I close my eyes and hear him whisper "beautiful" as his hands slide up my rib cage finding the few curves I have.

He kisses each one of the birds tattooed on my collar bone, pausing longer on the 4th one. I groan and pull him closer to me. He looks up at me with a hungry look in his dark blue eyes. "Are you sure?" He asks breathlessly.

I nod at him. My smile comes despite the fear playing in my eyes. "Are you scared of me, Tobias?"

He picks me up and carries me to the bedroom. Laying me down on the bed, pressing his body on top of me. He presses his hand to my cheek, curling his fingers into my hair, staring intently into my eyes. "Terrified." He says pressing his mouth firmly to mine.

I grab his waist pulling him closer to me. His hand slips below the waistline of my pants and I sigh his name against his lips. He moves so certain and strong and I allow him to take control. I know I'm where I belong. He touches me in a way I didn't know was possible. In that moment, we collide. I think I will break apart at his touch. Shattering like the glass that holds me captive in my fear landscape. In this moment, I know I won't ever let him go. It is not a feeling. It is a choice. He makes me stronger. I make him whole. I need his love. A feeling of ecstasy radiates through me. I feel his sigh singing in my bones.

"Don't let go of me, Tris. You are mine and mine alone." he breathes heavily, pulling me up against his side. His arms lock around me and I can feel my seventh fear being erased from my mind.