Okay so this idea cake from HWHS Christmas one shot. I thought it would be pretty cool to show their adventures. IDK it was just an idea.

The awesome twosomes epic adventures

Mission one: Cake or Death

It had been a couple of weeks since I passed my initiation. Five fears. That was almost unheard of. Almost. If not for my instructor. People had asked if I wanted to be called five, some just started to call me it. I have to keep reminding everyone that that is not, nor will it ever be my name. I'm Tris. Just same old, if not a little more bruised Tris. And if five fears weren't enough to get me noticed, me choosing to work at the fence had. It was unheard of apparently. And a great waste for Dauntless as Max had told me every time he'd seen me. But it was my choice. And my choice was that they could all go to hell.

At least at the fence I got to work with my friends. Both Chris, Will and Uriah worked at the fence. And we tried as hard as possible to be paired with each other. Usually it didn't happen. But today me and Uriah had lucked out.

"So I bet her she couldn't do it." Uriah said smugly.

"You bet Marlene she couldn't kick you in the nuts?" I asked with a cocked brow.

He lets out a snort as he tries to flip his gun coolly. He doesn't succeed. "Well yeah, I mean there's no way she could do it whilst doing a head stand."

"Can I take that bet?"

"Hell no." He grins. "You're small, you'd have the advantage."

"You could run away."

"Yeah and you'd probably find a way to follow me." He says. "I think you just like to see me in pain."

I feel my smile broaden. "You're not wrong." I reply. "So who won?"

"I did, obviously."

"Obviously." I smirk. "So what did you get?"

"She has to Tattoo my name on her butt."

"Makes sense." I chuckle. "After all you are an ass."

He jabs me in the ribs. "I. Am a saint."

"Yeah and I'm Johanna Reyes." I snort.

A teasing smile plays on his lips. "I always knew amity was your true faction. I can see it now, the girly squeals, the clap songs, gossiping with your girl- OW! Okay seriously Tris no manhandling!"

He holds the back of his head with a pout.

"You said clap songs." I laugh.

"Yeah Clap songs," He groans. "Not Tris please slap the back of my head."

"Ooops." I shrug, turning towards the check out building. "Guess you should be more specific."

"I'll give you specific." He mutters.

"What was that?"

"I said you're pretty when you're mad." He tries.

"Mhm." I smile as we hand over our weapons and head back to the compound.

"What time is it?" Uriah asks, still not bothering with a watch.

"12:55 oh hot damn." I shout my walk turning into a sprint.

Uriah follows suit and when we're side by side he says breathlessly. "Why are we running?"

"Dauntless cake." I state. Trying to make my body move faster.

"Okay." Uriah breaths. "I know it's good but this is a little-"

It might run out Uriah!" I yell seeing the building in sight.

"Okay." He sighs. "What ever."

…

I reach the dining hall at 1:02. Panting as I reach the diner lady. She has more tattoos than skin on her arms, with spiked black hair.

"What can I-"

"Dauntless Cake." I say cutting her off. She gives me a nod as she slides the slice onto the plate.

"You're lucky." She smiles. "You got the last slice."

I give her a huge grin and consider doing a victory dance as I take the plate and head to our groups table. There Uriah, Marlene, Chris and Will sit. I flop onto the chair staring ideally at my cake.

"You got it then." Uriah laughs his arm draped around Marlene.

"Yep." I say popping the P. "Last slice."

Uriah makes an O with his mouth dramatically.

"So Mar hows the butt tattoo?" I wink.

Her cheeks blush slightly as she mumbles. "I'm getting it later."

Chris lets out a loud laugh, and that's it, we're all in hysterics, except Mar whose cheeks seem to redden further. Are laugh is stopped however as the whole dinning hall goes eerily silent.

"I'll ask again." A man yells. "Who the hell took the last piece of cake?"

I look up to see a man with Uriahs tan skin, eyes wide as he searches the tables. He has muscular shoulders and dark brown hair that was long enough to look messy. If on purpose or not I wasn't sure. He kept searching, but when his eyes spotted Uriah he ran over.

"Bro this is serious have you seen-" His eyes spot the still perfectly untouched cake. "You." He glares.

"Me what?" I mock stupid, eyebrows raised.

"Cake thief." He growls.

"Uh no." I say getting a forkful of cake. "I got this fair and square."

"That's mine."

"I don't see your name on it."I say in a sing song voice.

His eyes squint further. "I ran all the way from the security room for that." He thrusts his finger towards the plate just as I take a mouthful.

"Mhhhhhm" I say dramatically. "And it's delicious."

He leans his head towards me, so close I can feel his breath tickle my lips. "You have chosen the wrong person to mess with woman."

I feel a taunting smile on my lips. "Oh I'm so scared."

"This." He says straightening himself. "Means war."

"whatever." I shrug. "you're still cakeless."

He gives me a growl just before he stomps through the room.

"Who's tall dark and psycho?" I ask flatly.

"That." Uriah groans. "Is my big brother Zeke."

"Hmmm." I say around a piece of cake. "Seems like a tool."

"He's actually pretty nice when you get to know him." Uriah excuses. Marlene nodding along enthusiastically.

"Pfft. Like I'd ever give up my precious time to know him."