Hello everybody! So here it is. The much awaited for story. And yes, I know that I said that I had two stories, but they were both really short, so I morphed them into one. I hope that this will be a really successful story, and a long one. I hope this will be fun. Shoutout to nikisamazing, for being such an amazing writer. I love your stories! No war. Everyone is alive. After this incredibly long authors note: here she is!

Grey: a Divergent Fanfiction

Tris POV

The dining hall was bustling with activity as the main crowd arrived for dinner. Though we had been there for almost twenty minutes, Uriah still had not come back with our food. I was sitting in Tobias' lap facing Will, Christina, and Al, while Shauna, Zeke, Marlene, and Uriah were sitting next to us. Lynn still had not showed up.

"Finally! God damn, little bro, what took you so long! We're hungry!"

Zeke snatched at the cake as Uriah set it down in the middle of the table.

"No! No touchy!"

Christina slapped Zeke's hand away. He pulled back and stuck his tongue out at her. I turned to Tobias. Suppressing a grin at the blush crawling up his cheeks, I patted him on the head and turned back to the group.

"Attention, attention, everyone. We are gathered here today-"

"For food!"

I reached over and wacked Zeke over the head. Feeling Tobias chuckle and squeeze my waist, I continued.

"We are gathered here today, not for food-"

I shot Zeke a death glare before addressing the others.

"But to celebrate the birthday of my favorite man. Happy birthday, Four! May your twentieth year be filled with chocolate cake and good times."

I shifted to face Tobias, swung my leg over his lap so I was straddling him, and fit my mouth to his.

"Get a room guys! This is the dining hall!"

Tobias pulled back, and leaned around me to get a good look at Uriah.

"Is it now? Huh. Tris, did you know this was a dining hall?"

I laugh.

"Nope. Not me."

Regardless of what we both wanted to continue, I swung my leg back over, and slid into the seat next to Shauna. Rubbing his hands together, Zeke proceeded to cut the cake. Will poured the champagne, and passes out the glasses. As much as I hate it when Tobias drinks, it's his birthday, and I want it to be special. Once everyone has eaten and the champagne is gone, I tap my fork on my glass, bringing everyone's attention to me. The dinging hall had long since cleared out, and the ringing extended into the far corners of the room.

"As you all know, a guy only turns twenty once. So, as... well, part of his birthday present, I have reserved everyone a place at Tupelo Club on Friday night. Ten thirty to two. It's going to be fancy so dress nice. Brings dates, unless your dating someone, then, then it probably would be best to avoid that."

This earns some chuckles from the group.

" Meet Four and I near the Chasm at ten and we'll be on our way. And don't worry about movable clothing, we'll be taking a limo from Erudite, so no trains. Be able to dance though. All right, guys. See you tomorrow!"

As everyone gets up to leave in pairs, Will and Christina, heading to her apartment, Shauna and Zeke, heading to theirs. While Marlene and Uriah were still in the dinging hall making out, Lynn (who finally decided to come) stalked off on her own. Al was there looking uncomfortable with no where to go.

"Hey Al!"

I call.

"Al!"

He turns his head, and jogs up to Four and I.

"Yeah?"

His eyes look so helpful and sad at the same time I can't help it.

"Why don't you come to our place? We can have some drinks and stuff. Nothing better to do, anyway."

Tobias looks at me like there's a lot more he would rather be doing tonight, but I shrug it off. He will only be there an hour or two.

"Um... okay. Yeah. I do have to get home, though. My dog's been inside all day."

I nod, and we walk the rest of the way in silence, me standing between Al and Four, Tobias' arm snaked around my waist protectively. He still doesn't like Al, partly because of the whole ambush thing, and partly because Al still likes me when I am Fours. Either way, things between them are shaky at best. By the time we get to my apartment, I can barely stand the tension.

"So. This is our place."

I say awkwardly gesturing at the living room and kitchen.

"Uh. You can sit on the coach, and I'll get us some beers. Watkins brand all right with you? I also have Davenports, if you want."

Al takes a precautious seat on the coach.

"Um… a Davenport would be great, thanks."

I walk to the kitchen where Tobias sulks next to the fridge, glaring at Al from over the island. This is ridiculous.

"Four. He is our guest. Either you can treat him with respect, or sulk in the bedroom the whole time. Your choice."

"Tris!"

He says, turning away from the direction of the living room to look down at me.

"I didn't do anything! Plus it's my birthday. I was hoping we could… do stuff."

His hand slides down my waist, and up my side until it finds my ribcage under my shirt. My breath catches in my throat.

"Four, he'll be gone in an hour. At most. Then I'm yours, I promise."

"Fine."

He says, his hand now finding mine, while the other reaches for another beer.

"But no funny business. And I mean it. Any at all, and he leaves."

"Ugh! This is Al we're talking about."

I reach into the fridge and grab two Davenports, apprehensively glancing at the Watkins in Fours hand.

"Well, nice seeing you! You're coming to the party tomorrow, right?"

I ask Al as I stand in the doorway, trying to ignore Four, whose hands and lips haven't been able to stay away through Al's visit.

"Uh."

His eyes scan Four, and jealousy gleams in his eyes all the way through his stance and his clenched hands.

"Yeah. I'll come. Um. Yeah. See you later Tris. Four."

He walks away slowly, and I shut the door, turning to Four. His hands slam into my shoulders, and push me into the door. When his lips meet mine, he tastes like alcohol. I grab his shoulders, and firmly push him back. I wanted this night to be special, but after five beers with Four, it's hopeless.

"Tris."

His voice protests, but it is sloppy and in no way appealing.

"You can sleep on the couch. You know the rules."

I walk to the kitchen, grabbing a sports drink and Ibuprofen from the fridge. I leave them on the counter for Four in the morning.

"Sometimes you remind me of your father."

I say more to myself than him, and head to the bedroom.

When I wake up, I turn to my left and extend my hand, but all I find is sheets. Oh. Right. I sigh and walk over to the dresser where I change into a revealing tank top, short shorts and gladiator sandals. I brush my hair into a high ponytail, and prepare to walk out. It's not that Four drinks all the time, but when he does, it can get ugly. He has never hit me, but I don't give him a chance. When he's drunk, he's on the couch. I step outside to Tobias rubbing his face with his hands. The Gatorade is half empty, and the Ibuprofen is gone.

"Tris."

He stands, and puts his hand on the counter, blocking me from getting into the kitchen. I lift my eyes to his.

"What."

I say, my voice impatient and tired. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

"Tris. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have drunken that much. I just…"

"Just what, Tobias?"

I put my hands on my hips and glare up at him.

"I wanted to make this night special, but… you just can't control yourself, can you?"

He takes his hand off the counter, and stands with his arms crossed, looking at me.

"If you wanted to make the night special, why'd you invite Al? Huh?"

I huff at him, my patients gone.

"This."

I motion at him.

"This is not my fault. Get your act together, Four."

There is a stony look on his face as I sidestep him, grab a bottle of water and my keys and storm out the door.

I walk to the tattoo shop twenty minutes early, deciding not to eat breakfast. I set up shop, keeping the lights off. It keeps me calm. Bud walked in fifteen minutes later, a surprised look on his face.

"You're here early."

His voice baritones from across the room.

"Yeah. Well. Four and I had a bit of a fight this morning. I just… had to go somewhere."

"Really?"

Bud walks into the back and sets his backpack down, coming out with his apron in hands.

"Not like you two to fight. Can I ask what about?"

I nod, putting on my own apron and setting up ink at the different chairs.

"Well, Four gets a little, Marcus-y when he drinks, if you know what I mean."

I tell Bud everything, because we work together so much, and I trust him. He doesn't judge.

"Oh."

Is all he says.

"Yeah I know. But it's not just this one time. Every time he drinks, he just can't help himself. He doesn't drink often, but when he does…"

I shake my head.

"He hasn't hit you, has he?"

Bud looks me in the face. The look in his eye tells me that if Four had, he would be up against Bud. I chuckle slightly.

"No, he hasn't. I don't really give him the chance. He drinks, he sleeps alone. But ah…I don't know what I would do if he did."

"Just get out of there. Leave. You can sleep at my place if you want, I'm sure Olivia could sleep with Lana and I. You could have her bed."

"Thanks, Bud. Means a lot."

The day went by slowly with only twelve customers. It was Tori's day off, so Bud and I both handled the register and inking people. I didn't go to lunch, though my stomach was reminding me greatly that I hadn't had breakfast either. After an even slower afternoon, I was ready for dinner. As I was heading out the door I heard Bud calling.

"Hey Tris!"

I turn my head, my hand on the door handle.

"I'm serious, now. He touches you, you come to me, all right?"

I don't think Tobias would hit me. I don't know about Four though, but still: I had no intention of kicking his daughter out of her room to sleep with her parents, but it was a kind gesture.

"Sure Bud. Thanks."

"Any time, kid."

I walk into the dining hall, grabbing a salad and a hamburger with tea. I walk over to our table to find it already crowded. The only spot available is between Al and Will. Wow. What great luck, this will greatly improve my fight with Four. He sits across from me, the mad look on his face from the morning slightly faded, but still there.

"Tris."

He acknowledges me.

I nod my head curtly.

"Four."

I say without meeting his eyes.

The rest of the table has gone silent. Christina clears her throat, exchanging looks with everyone else.

"Is uh… everything all right with…you know…you two?"

You could cut the tension at the table with a knife.

"Yes. Everything is fine, thanks for asking."

Four's voice is as sharp as steel, and gives the finality of the conversation being over. There is heat behind my eyes the rest of the silent dinner. Four stands and walks out of the hall, and I burn into his back with my glare.

"Ugh!"

I sigh loudly to the table. I stretch back in my chair and take a deep breath. I run my hands over my face. I sigh again, and look at the double doors into the dining hall.

"What?"

I snap at Christina, who was busy staring at me the entire time.

"Nothing, nothing."

She says, turning back to her yogurt.

"Just know I'm always here to talk."

I force a breath out of my lungs, standing up a little too roughly.

"Yeah. Yeah I know."

I storm out of the cafeteria, feeling the eyes of my friends baring into the back of my head. I fish my keys out of my pocket as I round the corner to my apartment. I pause at the door, before inserting the key and turning it. Four is on the couch staring at the black television screen. He turns when he hears the door open.

"Tris."

He stands and walks toward me, an arm out. I take a small step back. He stops advancing, and moves the hand to behind his head.

"Look. I was stupid. And I've told you I will try to stop, and I never do. I will stop drinking. Because this is the only thing…well, one of the only things that gets between us."

He takes another step towards me, slipping a hand to my cheek, the other on the side of my neck.

"You'll stop drinking."

He nods.

"For good?"

"For good."

I take a deep breath, and reach up and place my hand on his cheek, too.

"Okay. Then we're good."

He leans in, as if to kiss me, but stops inches from my lips. My eyebrows furrow.

"Do you honestly forgive me?"

He pulls back a little bit more to look into my eyes.

"Yes. I do."

I kiss him gently, and then pull back. Once we kiss again, it is more heated. His hand is traveling up my shirt, the tank top wrapped around his arm. Once it is over my head, I slip out of my shorts, as we slowly back up to the couch. Straddling him, and keeping our lips connected, I undo Four's belt and throw it across the room, while he does the same to his shirt. Our bodies snaking back and forth, his hand traveling up my back and undoes the clasp of my bra before it joins the rest of the clothes on the floor.

"Tris."

He mumbles against my mouth.

I sigh, and put my hands on his shoulders. There is a loud bang, and door flies open, revealing Zeke, Al, and Christina. I shriek, and dive behind Tobias, using him as a shield. I cover my chest with my arms and look over Tobias' shoulder, who has an arm out behind me. He turns his head, looking over his shoulder at me.

"You alright?"

He says, calming his heavy breaths.

"Yeah. I'm good."

My voice sounding just as intimate as the moment we just had. Four turns to the group.

"Damn. Sorry, forgot you guys were coming."

"You two made up!"

Zeke exclaims, walking into the room and sitting in a chair opposite the couch. I sit with my arms over my chest, feeling a blush creep up my neck. Christina follow suit, sitting in the armchair next to Zeke's and just stares at us, her eyebrows cocked at me. I narrow my eyes at her, but she just laughs. Al stands awkwardly next to the couch.

"Go ahead, Al, sit down. She won't bite."

Christina says, a mischievous gleam in her eye. Al sits on the edge of the couch, as far away from my ¾ naked self as he could. Tobias turns, and scoops me up before setting me down on the other side of the couch, sitting between Al and me.

"Sorry to interrupt y'alls baby making, but we came to talk to you, Four."

Four leans back in the couch, an arm around my shoulders, the other behind his head. He doesn't say anything, but a small grin appears on his face as he licks his lips.

"Oh yeah. What did you want to talk to me about?"

"The initiation training. Which starts in a month, if you haven't noticed. Max said he would give us thirty-two days, instead of twenty-one this year. We get to divide it up any way we want to include knives, guns, fears, fighting, and final testing day."

Zeke explains. I am still sitting there awkwardly, covering myself with my hands and sitting there in my underwear. Al is getting a little "looky", and Four has noticed it too.

"Just a second, Zeke."

He says, holding up a finger and turning to Al.

"Hey buddy."

He says, snapping his fingers in front of Al's face, though his eyes had long since turned away from me.

"Stop staring at her like that! If you hadn't noticed, she was naked on top of me and not you. So let's keep it that way, all right? Stop undressing her with your eyes. Not that there's much left to the imagination."

He turns back to Zeke, and I pull myself against him, trying to avoid the eyes of Al.

"You were saying."

Four says, looking as cool as a cucumber, like nothing ever happened. I suppress a smile.

"Um…"

Christina looks at Zeke.

"Well, we can talk about this tomorrow. Um. Yeah. Basically Zekey and I were going to take the Dauntless borns, and the rest of you would take transfers, but um. Yeah. Al can-Al can go with us. So… we were just leaving."

Her words are rushed, and she and Zeke stand up to go. Al is staring. Four turns his hand and waps Al up the back of the head.

"Out of my house. Now."

Fours voice leaves no question to it.

Al scampers out the door, as Christina follows him.

"You two have fun! Be safe! Make good choices!"

Zeke calls to us as he closes the door behind him. I let my arms fall, and instead wrap them around Tobias' neck.

"Now. Where were we?"

Light streams in the window, casting a soft yellow light across the bedroom. Keeping my eyes closed, and I turn and drape myself over Fours bare chest.

"Morning."

He says, drawing out the 'o'. His voice is still scratchy from sleep. I sigh contently.

"Morning."

"Thanks."

"For what?"

I turn and lift my head, as his blue eyes open and look into mine.

"For last night."

I laugh.

"You,"

I put a finger on his chest.

"Are always welcome."

Suddenly, he pushes me off of him, and reaches a hand beneath his pillow, whipping out the gun that sometimes makes… things uncomfortable. I turn, and see what he's aiming at. Our friends.

"Get a room!"

Uriah shouts.

"God jesus! This is my room!"

Four bellows.

"Can anyone stay out of our house?"

I grab for sheets, but find only the comforter. I yank it across the bed and onto Four's lap.

"Thanks."

He whispers, keeping an eye on Al, Christina, Lynn, Uriah, Zeke, Shauna, and Marlene. I pull the blanket over my lap, before pulling it over my chest. Of course, Al saw the whole thing. Saw me. I look up at Four. He saw what Al saw too. He pulls back the release, and pulls the trigger. It hits Al smack dab in the center of the forehead. Lynn shrieks and dives out of the way as Al falls.

"Four! How could you?"

Marlene yells, turning to face Al, two hands on her stomach.

"Oh calm down. It was a bb. A metal one, but still a bb."

Al got up from the floor, a small trickle of blood running down his forehead from the center of a small indent caused by the round.

"Hey pal, keep your filthy eyes of my girlfriend."

Sooooo… that was the first chapter! Did you like it? There is a bigger story line, but I am thinking it will only be two or three more chapters, all this length of course. That is another reason nikisamazing inspires me. She has TONS of chapters, all wayyy longer than this. Comments, requests for next chapter? Review!