Plot: Based on Tris' fight with Peter, and her conversation with Four about the fight. Written in Four's perspective.

First Divergent fic C: Enjoy!


"You okay there Stiff?" Peter sneers. "You look like you're about to cry. I might go easy on you if you cry."

Despicable. I rarely hate people, but I hate Peter. I see Tris glancing at me over Peter's shoulder. I realize I have my arms folded and my face must look worried. I try to relent myself. After all, Eric is right beside me, tapping his foot irritably.

Be strong, Tris.

"Come on Stiff," Peter snarls, with a glint in his eye that threatens my calm demeanor, "Just one little tear. Maybe some begging."

I have to bite the inside of my mouth to keep from snapping at him. Eric is still tapping his foot.

Just don't kick. Please don't try to kick, Tris.

Tris must be as angry as I am at his snide comment, because she launches the first move. A kick. As suspected, Peter grabs her foot and yanks her to the ground, where she fumbles to get up. Not a good start. Next to me, I hear a cold voice.

"Stop playing with her," Eric snaps annoyedly, "I don't have all day."

I hope nobody notices that I sharply inhale when Peter changes his expression. I can tell this match will end terribly.

First a punch. Then a kick. Tris is shoved and punched until she's bloodied and dazed. I want to call out that it's enough. That the match needs to stop. But I can't, because she'd hate me forever.

I can't watch this.

I tell Eric some lame excuse and shove the door open to leave.

Tris, please be strong.


I see her speaking to an initiate from another faction later the next day. Lisa, a Dauntless guard calls me over and I make small talk with her until Tris is done talking to that initiate.

I walk over to her and say, "I'm worried you have a knack for making unwise decisions."

I see her crossing her arms and rolling her eyes. "It was a two minute conversation," she protests.

"I don't think a smaller time frame makes it any less unwise." I say, but I don't care about that topic anymore. Although I saw her at initiation today, this is the first time I saw her. The first time I got to truly see the aftermaths of her fight. I frown, and instinctively touch her bruised eye gently. She flinches at my touch, but instead of taking my hand away I sigh.

"You know, if you could just learn to attack first, you might do better." I say as I tilt my head, looking at her wounds.

"Attack first?" She raises an eyebrow. "How will that help?"

I drop my hand and shrug. "You're fast. If you could get a few good hits in before they know what's going on, you could win."

"I surprised you know that," she says accusingly, "since you left halfway through my one and only fight." I don't know what reply I was expecting, but it sure wasn't that.

I frown, but answer honestly. "It wasn't something I wanted to watch." That admits more than I intended to reveal, and I hope she doesn't catch on. Before she has time to ask, I see the train coming.

I clear my throat awkwardly, "Looks like the next train is here. Time to go, Tris."

Saved by the train.


I hope you guys liked that little one-shot! I'll probably post more of these little scenes in Tobias/Four's perspective in this story as well. I ship Fourtris so much. Review, rate and follow if you'd like!