FOURTRIS! NUMBER #1 on my list of Divergent oneshots, written in an attempt to releive my writers' block. Songfic: Beating Heart/Ellie Goulding (NOT ALL DIVERGENT ONESHOT FICS WILL BE SONGFICS!).

Hair the color of the wheat fields surrounding Amity littered the floor; the buildings outside are covered with Abnegation-signature moss. Tris remembered her transfer from Abnegation; the cchoice, the train, the jump down to the net. Her hesitation in doing so. The hand that helped her out of the net, the eyes.

And then, Four, the guy attached to the hand, with the brown hair and beautiful blue eyes.

Eyes Make Their Peace

In difficulties

Their first kiss.

With Wounded Lips

And

Salted Cheeks

Sacrificing herself for Four, for the Dauntless and the Factionless, and her friends.

And Finally

We Step To Leave

To The Departure Lounge

Of Disbelief

Her, under the fear syrum.

And I Don't Know Where I'm Going

But I Know It's Gonna Be A Long Time

Peter and Four resquing her. Being taken to the Candor Faction headquarters, being put under the truth syrum, hurting Christina.

And I'll Be Leaving In The Morning

Come The White Wine Bitter Sunlight

She'd been missing Four quite a lot lately.

Wanna Feel Your

Beating Heart

Tonight

She remembered nightmare-filled nights as an Initiate, sleeping in Four's room.

Before The

Bleeding Sun

Comes Alive

What would he do in her place?

I Want To Make The Best Of

What Is Left

Hold Tight

He'd want to see you one more time. He'd want hear me one more time.

And Hear My

Beating Heart

One Last Time

"Stop it!" Tris hissed at herself, wiping at her cheeks, carefully avoiding them with the sissors in one hand. "He wouldn't want you to do THIS."

"Be Brave, Tris. The first fear is always the worst." His words echoed in my head, and the tears flowed freer this time, out of her eyes and down her neck.

"I want him," Tris choked. "One last time. . . . "

Before Daylight

Tris despretely conjured up an image, a memory of him. The first that came up was the fear simulation him.

She smiled through her tears, though the memory was tainted with emmbarrassment.

The Canyon

Underneath The Trees

Behind The Dark Sky

You Looked at me

Four walking slowly to her; the four-poster behind her and the plain Abnegation house of her childhood. The kiss. Him, unziping her jacket; going for her shirt after a minute, and her pushing him away. Her stern whisper-of-warning.

I Fell For You

Like Autumn Leaves

Tris remembered the book she'd oh-so-loved as a child: The Fault In Our Stars (I had too), the line that she totally understood, that associated to her and Four's relationship so closely: I fell in love like you fall asleep—slowly, then all at once.

And then she remembered her own incompetence.

Never Faded

Evergreen

She remembered him, his masquline beauty, his sexiness; she herself was short, skinny, small-chested, and her nose was too long, her eyes too big. Next to him, she looked like a toddler, and he looked like a perfect young man.

And I Don't Know Where I'm Going

But I Know It's Gonna Be A Long Time

Cause I'll Be Leaving In The Morning

Come The White Wine And Bitter Sunlight

Tris's eyes had closed in sadness; she opened them, as she heard someone rustling about in her kitchen, and smiled a watery smile.

Wanna Hear Your

Beating Heart

Tonight

She waited for him to make it too her, that smear on his cheek and his hair cut Abnegation-short.

Before The Bleeding Sunday

Comes Alive

The sun was coming up; Tris trimmed the last bit of her hair in the rising light.

I Want To Make The Best Of

What Is Left

Hold Tight

She heard him behind her, and snipped a last lock of her hair.

I Want To

Make The Best Of

What Is Left

Hold Tight

His hands touch her shoulders as she set down the sissors. She smiled at him in the mirror, and reached back to wipe a bit of Dauntless cake off of his cheek. His hands moved down her shoulders and sides, entertwining themselves over her stomach, and she turned her head to kiss him.

And Feel My Beating Heart

One Last Time

This couldn't last; it never lasted, Tris thought, as he pulled off her jacket. This was familiar territory: he'd done it about three times a day in the last three weeks.

She pulled him to the bedroom door, opening it, and kissing him against the post of the bed. The same one from her fear simulation.

Then she pulled his shirt off.

He didn't have any tattoos.

I can't Face This

Now Everything

Has Changed

Tris didn't care; she never cared anymore. She kissed him again.

I Just Wanna Be

By Your Side

He pushed her onto the bed.

Here's Hoping We Collide

Here's Hoping We Collide

"Tris," He whispered against the corner of her mouth.

Here it comes. . . ., Tris thought.

Here's Hoping We Collide

No, please, not yet.

Wanna Feel Your

Beating Heart

Tonight

Tris turned her head so their lips met. He kissed her back, slowly, but she deepened the kiss, grabbing the back of his neck.

Before The Bleeding Sun

Comes Alive

The sun was coming up; it shined on the couple making out of the bed, bringing light to Tris's hair and lightening Four's hair.

I Want To Make The Best Of

What Is Left

Hold Tight

He was pulling back again, hands on her shoulders to keep her from embracing him again.

"Four," Tris said, in an almost appalled voice, and tried to kiss him again; failed.

"Tris," He said, smiling. Stop. "I want to tell you something."

NO! "Look, I know you love me!" Tris exclaimed. "Now, c'mere." He was unyeilding under her hands, but bent down himself, and kissed the ear he'd cut during training.

"Tris-"

"Four!" She interupted, exasperrated.

"It's okay," He whispered. She could feel him smiling against her skin. "I l-ove yoooouuu. . . "

And Hear My Beating Heart

One Last Time

Tris sat up, burrying her head in her hands, and began to cry, numbly.

He didn't stay. He never stayed. He will never stay.

Ever.

Tris cried harder. She wanted his comfort, his smell. She wanted her Tobias back, not this Four-robot that didn't have any tattoos, that didn't feel or smell like Tobias, or even Four-the-instructor.

I don't want a Fourbot.

Wanna Hear Your

Beating Heart

Tonight.

"One last time," Tris whispered into her hands. "One last time."