So I always thought that stories about FourTris in Abnegation were amazing. I hope you think the same about mine :3


SONG: "FALLING" BY JAMESTOWN STORY FEAT. COREY WAGAR (youtubedotcomslash + watch?v=LSiEq0Xta2M)

My baggy Abnegation-grayed clothes never were practical for me. I was always too small for them.

Therefore some piece of the scratchy fabric would sometimes magically attach itself to a door knob, a table tip or even the armrest. I would always quickly detangle myself and go on with my life as if nothing had happened.

This time, though, the cloth wrapped up in the leg of a table. The cloth of my pants, by the length of my ankle.

I felt myself falling. And there wasn't much I could do.

I was holding a box full of the food supplies for the Factionless, my hands secured around the plastic.

As I was alone when everyone else was on break, there would be no reason to be embarrassed.

I was so wrong.

I felt a pressure on my waist, from both sides. I kept me from ending face-plat on the floor and brought me to a standing position once again. Away from the table this time. I felt a squeeze from the hands on my body. The weight from the box was lifted from my arms, his hands touching mine for a brief second.

I felt goose bumps from the touch.

"Are you all right?" A deep, strong voice asked. His arms placed the supplies on the table and then he came back to stand right in front of me.

He had mesmerizing dark blue eyes and a strong jaw line. His upper lip was thin while the lower lip was full. A hooked nose completed his striking appearance. His short hair made me doubt between black and dark brown.

"Beatrice?" He asked again.

I got out of my trance. How did he know my name? I must be hearing things. I still felt light-headed from the effect of his hands and eyes.

"Yes, I feel perfectly fine. Thank you very much," I nodded, in a hopefully formal gesture of Abnegation. After all, that's what I chose almost three weeks ago.

He furrowed his eyebrows, "Are you sure?"

His blue eyes skimmed me up and down and I felt completely exposed.

"Yes."

"So I'm right assuming that's not an issue," he gestured to my ankle. When I took a look at my pants, praying for it still be in place, I saw a great tear on the fabric.

"Not at all. I can fix it before donating it to the Factionless," I walked back to the table, though I could still see him from the corner of my eyes.

He wore Abnegation's clothes, but they weren't loose for him like they were for me.

The blouse hugged his arms and wide shoulders, though was loose on his torso. And, because of his height, there was no spare fabric accumulated on his ankles. So no fear in falling, like I did.

My task was quite simple: sorting the canned food that had come from Amity into the boxes we would share with the Factionless later that week. We would first organize and then deliver the food. We would take at least two days to accomplish the first part.

He soundly walked to stand beside me, doing the exact same thing I was doing. He had long and narrowed fingers; which worked fast and delicately.

"You really don't have to worry about that. This is initiates' work," I said.

"I'll help you, Beatrice." True Abnegation.

Yet, again: how did he know my name? I had to control my thoughts, but my aptitude for Erudite was a part of me.

"How do you know my name?"

He looks at me, "You look a lot like your mother. And as I volunteer here all the time, I figure it's at least expected that I know who you are."

"I guess…" I trailed off, not knowing his name.

I felt like I had seen him before. His eyes were so piercing, I felt them printed on my mind.

"Tobias." He gave a small bow.

Of course. Tobias Eaton. The son of the leader of my faction. Our fathers are co-workers. Way to go, Beatrice.

I remembered my father talking about Marcus' son working with them, getting used to the leadership in Abnegation.

"Beatrice," I said as I returned the gesture. I saw the tips of his lips curving briefly before we both turned and kept going on our task. We didn't talk, but we kept each other's company. And, for the first time, I didn't feel awkward while volunteering. I felt that I belonged.

By the time the other initiates returned from their break, we had already finished the job for the day.


"Here," I reached a few portions of the canned food in my bag.

"Thank you," the Factionless woman said after I gave her the food. I simply smiled kindly at her.

I was at the Factionless sector, distributing the canned food I had sorted with Tobias the day before. I really missed his company. Each initiate had a few streets to rotate. And an initiate partner. Except for me.

Though it was sunny, we had low temperatures. The factionless were mostly located under the heat of the sun, trying to get warm with their lack of clothes.

In times like these I would thank the thick material our dull-gray clothes were made from.

"I heard you were alone," someone said behind me.

I turned my head to find Tobias' gaze. "Yes, I am."

"Do you mind if I join you?" I felt something warm on my chest.

I shook my head and locked my eyes on the ground. Don't think much of it, Beatrice. He's just volunteering, it's normal to that in Abnegation. Someone must have told him you were alone and the selfless thing was to keep you company.

I didn't like my rational thoughts.

"Are you alright from yesterday?" he started walking again. I followed his quiet footsteps, walking beside him.

I looked at him, confused.

"With your ankle, I mean."

"Oh, yes. Nothing to worry about, I stitched the fabric las night."

"I was actually worried about you, Beatrice," he said, looking into my eyes. I felt my heart skip a beat and then go off as it I was running.

Tobias stepped closer to me, our bodies too close for Abnegation standards.

But I couldn't care less.

"Are you alright, Beatrice?" He asked me again. My name coming from his lips was a magical sound.

"So, how is initiation?" He asked after he gave a Factionless man a few portions of the canned food.

"Almost over now. I think we will volunteer at the hospital next week."

"Are you excited about that?" I felt his eyes on my face, but I kept my eyes locked on the building by the end of the street.

"Yes. I think it is quite useful to present the initiates the different volunteering jobs that exist," I said.

"I agree with you."

"Really?" I stopped dead on my tracks. I was never allowed to give my opinion and the times I did it I was scolded.

"Really. Please, tell me why you it's useful," Tobias asked calmly.

He wanted my opinion?

"The leaders take the initiates' likings into account. So it is good to take us to see the different jobs to notice excitement or happiness. I think each person likes and knows something different from the other. If the leaders took that into consideration to sort the jobs to the initiates, there would be less confusion of people asking to be moved from their posts," I say. "If an initiate loves taking care of babies, why put them to volunteer in with the Amity, loading trucks? If an initiate can't stand the sight of blood, their right place wouldn't be the hospital. People would like to change, maybe because of necessity, but defiantly because they knew they could help more if they worked with something they enjoy."

I looked at him when he didn't say a word after my speech. Now he probably knows there's something wrong with my brain and wants to keep his distance. The word "Divergent" was printed on my head.

"I'm sorry, I –" I started apologizing, but he cut me off.

"That's an amazing way of thinking."

Wait.

What?

Tobias seemed astonished, amazed even. Eyes wide open, his lips slightly parted and he breathed from his mouth.

"Do you mind if I talk about those ideas with my father? They might help the way we sort the jobs at the end of initiation." He talked fast, but the words came out clearly from his lips..

"Are you serious?"

He stepped closer to me, standing in front of me.

Once again, too close for Abnegation standards.

Once again, not that I cared.

Tobias' dark eyes sent energy through my eyes. A powerful energy, as like adrenaline or something that sent my heart into fire and made me be myself.

Being around him made me feel extremely comfortable and I didn't know why.

"I'm serious, Beatrice. You are deadly smart, you know? Perhaps your place after initiation is in the government," he smiled. "That, obviously, is if you want to."

"I don't know," I shrugged. Me in the government, doing what my father does?

"Just promise you'll think about it, please."

"I promise." Our gazes met and stayed like that for a few moments.

"Good," Tobias smiled.

We found more Factionless people along the way. And I couldn't stop thinking if he really wanted my company or if he was there only because it was selfless to keep me company.

"Beatrice?"

I turned around from facing my bed in the female initiates' dormitory to face my father.

"Yes?" I pressed my hands together in front of my body.

"Marcus told me you met his son, Tobias," he said, taking a few steps towards me. I had volunteered with him a few times already.

"Yes, father, I have. He helped me with the canned food for the Factionless a few days ago," I told him. There was nothing wrong about that, even for the Abnegation.

"I also heard you have some ideas for the jobs that follow initiation, is that correct?"

I could not read his facial expression, it was completely blank.

"Yes."

"May I?" my father gestured to the bed and patted the spot next to him, silently asking for me to sit as well. "I wanted you to share those ideas with me, if you have the time and will."

And I told him, the theory about the jobs, exactly like I told Tobias.

In the end, my father had a smile on his face and a light in his eyes.

"I will defiantly take all of that into consideration," he said. He stood up, "Thank you for your time, Beatrice."

I stood up as well. "Of course, dad."

"I'm so proud of you," he said and then his arms captured my body in a delicate embrace. I returned the gesture briefly, before we departed, smiled a polite Abnegation-like smile and he walked away from the dorm.

A few weeks ago, my father would never ask my opinion. But he had done it now and I could only thank Tobias Eaton for that.


It was my first night as an official Abnegation member after the end of initiation. I was at home, at the kitchen preparing dinner with my mother.

"We have to make a little bit more tonight, honey," she told me while cutting the carrots.

"And why is that?" my Erudite curiosity took the best f me. Again.

"Marcus Eaton and his son will be here for dinner tonight," she smiled at me.

I was defiantly surprised by that. Relationships in Abnegation were defined by volunteering together and occasional dinners at the house of the family.

Tobias and I volunteered together, more than once. And it and now he's coming for dinner? But it was quite normal for Marcus and my father to have dinner and work at each other's houses. And Tobias worked with his father, so there I shouldn't be excited.

I actually shouldn't be excited at all. It was selfish to do so.

"Okay, mother," I returned her smile.


The Eaton's arrived in time, not a single minute later than the agreed between Marcus and my father.

"Good evening." Tobias and Marcus bowed their heads at us.

My father and Marcus went to the living room to talk about politics. My mother returned to the kitchen with intentions of finishing dinner. Or with intentions of leaving me alone with Tobias, I'm not sure.

Tobias and I were setting up the table, placing one plate, fork, knife, spoon, napkin and glass for each person. He seemed more relaxed when his father wasn't around.

"How are you this evening?" Tobias smiled at me. I blushed.

"I'm good. What about you?"

"Better now."

During dinner, I could actually talk, for the first time. Since I was an official member of the faction, I had the right to express my opinions. But, as we were Abnegation, the conversation was quiet and polite.

It wasn't until the end of the night that Tobias stood before me and asked, "I'll see you tomorrow at the Volunteering Center?"

"I believe so, Tobias."

We smiled and bowed before he went home with his father.


My job in Abnegation was governmental. I was being trained to follow my father's steps. And I really liked that.

Early in the morning I would go with my father to his office and learn about decisions leaders did and the other factions. Sometimes we would meet with Marcus and his son, making that more time together.

After lunch, I would accomplish some volunteering job with Tobias. Usually the eyes on us were less than with our parents, so we would always find a way to brush our hands during our chores. Smiles and looks were common too, though not so discreet

In the past three weeks, Marcus and Tobias came to have dinner with us seven more times. Tobias came to dinner twice more. I went there once.

It was tenser than dinner with my parents, like Tobias and his father didn't went along well.

At this very moment, I was helping my mother. We were preparing different piles of clothes for the Factionless. Sorting the different colors into piles of sizes and a complete collection: shirt, pants, socks, coat and shoes. The conversation was quiet and polite between us.

The door opened and Tobias walked in. He was late today.

"Good afternoon," he bowed his head to us and we returned the gesture.

"I should check with Susan, make sure she doesn't need help with her task." My mother smiled at us and left.

"I'm sorry, I'm late," he said, walking slowly towards me.

"It's okay. My mother helped me while she was here, as you've seen," I replayed. "Is everything okay, though?" I was worried that he had a problem. Maybe he needed help.

"I was talking with your father. Everything is perfect now," he seemed uneasy. Maybe not something wasn't right. "Beatrice, I wanted to know something," Tobias said, extending his hand for mine.

"And what would that be?" I asked, while delicately, with shaking hands, placing my hand on top of his and standing up.

He sighed. "This is harder than I thought," he whispered. Tobias swallowed and cleared his throat. My heart was racing.

Perhaps he wanted to put an end in this relationship.

He got down in one knee and grabbed my hand gently, his touch sending electricity through me. My lungs just seemed to stop working.

"Beatrice Prior, would you marry me?" his voice was deep and clear. And I felt my eyes opening wide.

"Yes," my own voice was only a whisper. He smiled at me, his perfect teeth showing how happy he was. My face showed a huge smile as well.

He placed the ring on my finger and stood up.

My ring was a simple grey band, Abnegation rules. And it was perfect.

His arms snaked around my waist and mine went around his neck, a tight embrace to demonstrate our happiness. Our arms reluctantly got loose and we looked into each other's eyes.

Barely a second had passed before Tobias fit his mouth to mine, in a delicate kiss. A few moments later, he broke the kiss and looked at me.

I thought I did something wrong, but then his lips touched mine once again. This time, a needier, strong kiss. I felt like myself. I felt Dauntless.

I felt free.

Choosing Abnegation was the best decision I had ever made. And that is because of Tobias Eaton.


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