A/N: I cannot decide if this should be an one-shot, or not. Please let me know in the reviews whether you want me to continue the story. :D

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Meeting Tobias

I sat at the table waiting for my father to come home. My mother and my brother, Caleb left about a half hour ago to hand out food to the factionless. I went last week, so now it was Caleb's turn. Mom told me that Dad would want to spend time with me.

The door opened and my father came in.

"Hello, Dad." I said as I hugged him.

"Hi, sweetie," Dad replied. "I am sorry, but I have to go to Mr. Eaton's house for a meeting."

"Oh." I said sadly. Then I perked up. "Can I come with you?"

"I don't see why not." My dad said. "Sure."

We walked the short way to Marcus's house. When we got there, my dad was about to knock when I heard a door slam.

"Stay there, Tobias!" I heard Marcus shout.

I looked at my dad. I could feel the shock and suspicion on my face, and I'm sure my father could see it.

"Shhh." My dad said quietly. Then the door opened.

"Andrew. Hello." Marcus said, sounding happy. Then he saw me.

"Oh. I didn't know you were going to bring Beatrice." He said kindly. "Hello there, Beatrice."

"Hello Mr. Eaton." I said politely. My mind was somewhat worried about the slamming door. We never slammed doors in our house.

"Natalie and Caleb are out for a while." My dad explained. "Beatrice wanted to come along, I hope that is alright."

"Oh, that's just fine!" Marcus said. "Beatrice, why don't you go on up to Tobias's room?"

"Okay." I said quietly.

I turned and walked up the stairs. I have never seen Tobias, but he is considered odd. The Abnegation are not supposed to spread gossip or ignore a person, but when it comes to Tobias, it's all they do.

I walk down the hall toward the room that would be mine if this was my house. I try the door. It's locked. I knock quietly, and try again. It's not locked, someone- Tobias I assume- had but a chair in front of it. I heard a shuffling sound. The chair was gone, and the door opened.

He backed up with his head down, cringing. I shut the door quietly.

"Umm, are you okay?" I asked Tobias. He was tall, and had dark brown hair and peculiar colored dark blue eyes. He looked up and saw me.

"Oh!" He said. "I thought you were- never mind."

"Your dad?" I asked.

"Umm…" he said. He wasn't going to answer.

"My dad is talking with your dad." I said. Bad conversation starter.

"Yeah..." He said. "I didn't know you were coming. Otherwise I would have cleaned up."

He smiled. That was a joke, his room was as spotless as mine.

I laughed. Tobias seemed to loosen up. He walked over to his bed and sat down. He was limping and he grimaced slightly as he bent to sit.

I walked over and sat beside him. "How long do these meetings last?" I wondered.

"Usually an hour or two." Tobias said. "It's nice, being by myself."

"I always thought that it would be nice to be allowed to be more active." I said without thinking. "I mean the quiet is nice, but I want to have more-" I hesitated.

"Freedom?" Tobias asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes." I breathed. He laughed. "You don't seem very Abnegation."

I grabbed his shoulder out of panic. People didn't know I craved more freedom.

A moan of pain escaped him. I let go immediately. He had jerked away from my hold and lost his balance. He fell and landed on his back.

He gave a yelp, and pressed his fist to his mouth. Then he staggered to his feet.

"Oh my goodness, Tobias." I said. "I'm so sorry!"

He turned his back to me and I saw red. He was bleeding through his shirt.

I walked over to him and started to lift his shirt, prepared to get my father if necessary.

Tobias jerked away from me.

"Don't touch me!" He whispered harshly.

"I'm so sorry, Tobias." I said again. "You're bleeding through your shirt. I just wanted to make sure it wasn't serious."

"I'm fine, Beatrice." He said. "I fell earlier today."

"It could get infected. Caleb told me that wounds could get infected if they are not cleaned properly." I insisted.

"I said, I'm fine." His tone rang with finality. That made my suspicion from hearing slamming doors return.

"Tobias, please. Just please let me tend your back." I practically begged. "I won't tell." I added gently.

"Fine." he said after a moment. "Come with me."

Tobias led me to the bathroom. He shut the door and locked it. He presented me with a washcloth, soap, medicine, and bandages. He checked his watch.

"You get five minutes, Beatrice. Make it quick." He took his shirt off.

I couldn't help gasping at his back. There were fresh gashes everywhere.

"You didn't fall," I said.

Tobias sat on the stool by the sink so I could wash his back easier. He winced again as he bent.

"I fell down two flights of stairs." He said. "I had my aptitude test today."

"Oh." I said. He is lying. This kind of damage could not be inflicted by a fall.

"This will hurt." I warned him as I dabbed at each wound in his back. He groaned. His fists and jaw clenched.

"I'm sorry, Tobi." I whispered.

Then, I rubbed the soothing medicine on his back, and a guttural sound escaped him.

"Does that feel better?" I asked, a shy smile spreading across my face.

"Yes. Mmmm… thank you, Beatrice."

I smiled at his content face.

"You're welcome, Tobi."

I wrapped his back in bandages, using healing tape to keep them on.

Tobias slid his shirt on and we walked back to his room quickly, shutting the door quietly.

Tobias walked over to his bed and lies down. Then he groaned and rolled over onto his belly. The pain in his back was too much. He turned his face so he could see me.

"Come sit with me, Beatrice."

I sat on the edge of his bed. I was nervous. Tobias was two years older than me. I was fourteen, and his choosing ceremony was tomorrow, which meant he was sixteen.

Besides, I was still suspicious about his back. In my mind he could not receive gashes all over from falling down stairs. And even if he had, they would be all over his body, not just his back. And his chest and abdomen looked fine.

I was pulled from my train of thought by Tobias taking my hand. Startled, I jumped. I looked down at him and he smiled.

"You know, Beatrice." He said quietly. "I don't have friends. People stay away from me because I'm 'odd'." He made air quotations with his free hand.

"Tobi, people don't know you." I said gently. "I feel like I know you, and if I do know you, I like what I see." He smiled and closed his eyes.

Then he opened them and stared at me.

"Wait. Did you just call me 'Tobi'?"

I blushed. "I called you Tobi twice in the bathroom."

"I was in immense pain the first time, and the second I was in a kind of bliss cloud." He murmured.

Suddenly, he jumped out of bed, groaning from the movement.

"Dad's coming." He hissed. He pulled out the chair and motioned for me to sit, while he sat on his bed.

"It was nice to meet you, Beatrice," he said in a polite tone, just as his father entered. Tobias stood and offered me a little bow, the Abegnation equivalent to a handshake.

I stood as well. "It was nice to meet you as well, Tobias." I said formally, offering him a bow.

Marcus watched our performance, and seemed pleased by the coolness. Strange.

"It was nice of you to come along, Beatrice. Keep Tobias company." Marcus said.

It sounded like he meant the opposite. Perhaps he was upset about work. My dad gets upset about work.

"Thank you for having me." I replied.

My father came in the room just then.

"Okay, Beatrice. Time to go." He said. He smiled at Tobias. We turned to leave.

"Goodbye, Beatrice." Tobias said in a calming voice.

I turned and smiled. "Goodbye, Tobias."

A/N: sorry to everyone who tried to read this yesterday! My iPod had a major glitch!

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