Chapter 1- Not all apples are green

'And this is the pit. The centre of life here at Dauntless.' Four spoke proudly of his faction to Taura, a small smile playing on the corners of his mouth when he saw the girl stare in awe at the bustling crowds below her. 'You like what you see?'

'Yeah. It's neat.' She nods in approval flipping her flowing black ponytail behind her shoulder as she turned to face him. Green eyes met with brown eyes for a brief second before Four turned his eyes back to the pit.

'Come on, there's someone you need to meet.' Four frowned slightly guiding Taura down the cold metal steps. 'Now in order for you to stay undetected, you have to blend in here and the only way to do that is to put you through the same training we put the initiates through.' He explained in a low whisper as he opened a door that was isolated from the rest of the camp.

'Hey Er-'

'Who said you could come in?' A dark and dangerous voice stopped him.

'It's important.'

'You would of told me by now if it was important.'

'But-'

'I don't care.'

'I think you should.'

'Well I don't.'

'Taura, meet Eric.' Four pushed Taura through the door way abruptly. Eric's dark eyes narrowed in her direction, observing her figure. She was much shorter than him, but still looked pretty well built,

'Whats that?' Eric scoffed coldly waving his hand in her direction. Taura furrowed her brows at him and folded her arms across her chest.

'She is Taura, the private initiate I told you about.' Four gave him a knowing glance, to achieve no result.

'Exactly. You told me she was a tough cookie. She looks like someone you brought straight out of factionless.' Eric hissed in response. Lies. What he said was complete lies. Taura looked more like someone Four just pulled out of dauntless leadership. But of course, Eric refused to admit that.

'Oh gee thanks for the compliment…' she rolled her eyes at him.

'I didn't tell you to speak.' His harsh words rolled off his tongue easily and smoothily, like it was second nature.

'No you didn't.'

'I'm your leader. You speak when I tell you to speak and you shut up when I tell you to shut up. Orders are not optional.' Eric scolded meeting her stern glare with one of his own. One that usually sends initiates shaking, but for this particular initiate, it did nothing.

'Well aren't you a hard nut.' Taura snickered to aggravate him more. She enjoyed it. Pushing his buttons was fun for her. Through just one conversation she knew exactly how to annoy him, how to intimidate him. Even though he is putting up a strong defence, Taura knew that she was threat to Eric.

'You better watch that mouth of yours, Taura.' Eric let her name linger on his tongue. 'Training starts tomorrow. Be in the training ring for 6am. I don't take to kindly to people who are late.' He turned around and began fiddling with the papers at his desk before turning to Four. 'Get her out of my sight jack ass!' Eric snarled, shooeing the pair away.

'I can't believe you just did that to him.' Four smirked, shutting the door behind him before continuing to walk.

'Why?' Taura quirked an eyebrow at him, following him down a long damp corridor.

'Everyone is scared of him. He's a bully, a torturer. I would watch your back around Eric, he's unpredictable. You never know what his next move will be.' He frowned stopping in his tracks and turning to face her. 'Are you not scared of him?'

'No. I'm sure I can shrink his ego down a bit for you.' Taura grinned at her trainer.

'You have a death wish!' Four laughed, pushing open a large door leading to a canteen style space. As big as the room was, the amount of dauntless warriors made it seem tiny.

'This is the Mess hall, where you eat and socialise with the other dauntless members.' Four placed a firm hand on the middle of her back, guiding her through the large crowds. Many heads turned to her and looked her up and down, inspecting 'the new meat' as they would call it. Some would even wolf-whistle in her direction, and if they were lucky she would give them a wink or a slight chuckle. Four stopped in front of long table occupied by only three people.

'Taura, I'd like you to meet Tris and Christina, two of the best people you will meet.' Four smiled waving his hand at the two girls in introduction who both smiled and waved politely at Taura. 'And that's Peter, the worst person you will ever meet.' Four frowned at the young man sat at the end of the wooden counter. Peter blatantly ignored him and began looking her up and down, taking in everything about her. Taura walked round the table and sat opposite him, doing the same and looking him up and down.

'Did Four tell you? I'm one of your trainers. So we'll be spending a lot of time together.' Peter smirked at her and sent her a cheeky wink.

'Hmm well you better be good then.' She teased him in a slightly flirtatious manner. Four had squeezed in between her and Tris and was keeping a close eye on the dark haired trainer.

'Oh, I will.' He smirked before Four sent him a deathly glare causing him to back down a little. 'Where are you a fugitive from, then?'

'Amity' she stated, not showing any emotion, glancing at four.

'So your like a peace and love type of girl then?' He teased trying to act surprised. Taura scoffed at his remark.

'I don't fit under the stereotypes.' She laughed, smirking at the group.

'What made you move to Dauntless then?' Christina asked, picking up a hamburger with a fork.

'Same reason. The amity stereotype doesn't fit me.' She looked back at Peter, locking eyes with him. 'I'm quite a wild girl, I like danger and the rough side of life. So I'm basically the opposite of Amity.' Stretching her leg out, she grazed her foot along the side of his leg, watching him bite his lip and turn away. She chuckled, she was a tease, a flirt. And she knew it. She enjoyed seeing men fall under her control; she loved being in power and breaking her stereotypes. That's why she never belonged within amity, being forced to treat everyone equally and to forgive people. Even with their values men always did the tougher jobs. She wanted to be the one doing the tougher jobs. Dauntless gave her that opportunity; she could be whoever she wanted with no questions, women could be leaders, they could kill people, fight. They could be dangerous. Dauntless.

'She's not joking either. She back-talked Eric earlier.' Four snickered.

'Your kidding right?' Christina laughed, shocked at the initiates achievement.

'And he didn't hang you off the chasm?!' Tris exclaimed.

'No. But I have no doubts that he will. I don't plan on being his teachers pet.'

'He's gonna love you.' Peter responded barely sarcastically receiving displeased glares from his companions. 'What? Oh come on! If he hates all basic initiates who do everything he says then maybe he prefers someone who can give him a bit of challenge.' Four and Tris looked up to see a large and muscular shadow cover Peter. 'You know I bet he has a fetish for people like Taura. Happily lap you up in seconds.' Peter stopped to see the raven haired girl sat opposite trying to stifle a laugh.

'Or not.' Came the dark voice from above Peter. He cringed and wiped his pale hands over his face before turning to face Eric. 'You know if you have a problem with the way I train people just say it to my face. Seen as Cander are so honest I would of thought it was easy for you.' Eric snarled leaning in closer. He was about to say something else before his slim blue-grey eyes caught his initiate stifling a laugh. Eric walked slowly round the edge of the table not breaking his icy eyes away from her. He knelt down beside her, resting his arms on the table to look directly in her eyes. She smirks at him, looking him directly in his eyes as well, taunting him. It was working on him. Her flirtatious methods and wildly captivating eyes intimidated him. But he refused to let that show. He needed to make her feel that way.

'Is this amusing to you, initiate?' he asked threateningly.

'It's really good to see you again, cheesecake.' She told him playfully.

'You didn't answer my question.' Eric snarled, a flame inside of him starting to spark. From the corner of his eye he could pick out Four watching him intensely.

'Oh, sorry. Yeah. Yeah I do.' She grinned at him watching his jaw muscles clench.

'Care to tell me what's so amusing to you?' Eric growled, his eyes darkening.

'Well I don't know about you, but that's pretty funny!' She chuckled shoving her palm in his face. Eric scowled, not breaking their stare. Never had someone had the audacity to disparage him like that. Taura's smug grin was still plastered on her face; the fake innocence caused anger to cloud his mind. Swiftly, Eric grabbed the hand, pinning it to her back causing her to land face first on the wooden table.

'Eric! That's enough!' Four shouted loudly causing the canteen to fall silent.

'Shut it four!' Eric snarled and leaned into Taura, 'you put your hand on me again and I will ruin you.' Eric spat, clenching her wrist tighter. Taura chuckled under her breath.

'Let her go.' Four stated calmly after watching her wrist begin to go purple..

'I'm not a baby anymore Four. I'm perfectly capable of handling myself and this piss take.' She remarked, rolling her eyes playfully at him. Another hand slammed into the back of neck in an attempt to stop her from speaking.

'You're the only one looking like a piss take right now, smart mouth!' Eric growled in her ear.

'You were so wrong about him being unpredictable….' She sighed, smirking at Four who was watching Eric cautiously. After letting out another exasperated sigh, she swung at him. Using her free arm, she reached over and pulled his hand off her neck by twisting his at an awkward angle. Eric cried out in pain, letting go of his restraint on her other arm. He became disorientated: startled by the small girls incredible strength. Before Eric could react, Taura's foot goes flying into his chest sending him crashing into the table behind him. Laughs and cheers could be heard as crowds of dauntless members surrounded the two, egging them to continue. Eric valued power and he wasn't going to let that be taken away by a Amity girl. Standing up again, he began to send his fist towards her face but it was quickly slapped away by Taura. He swung again, however was beaten to it by Taura, who sent her fist into his nose at full force. Once again, Eric stumbled backwards into the table. He stared at the young girl in shock and anger as he wiped away a string of blood trickling from his right nostril.

'Taura!' Four called stepping in between the pair, preventing them from further injury. 'That's enough, okay.' He told her firmly before guiding her away from the scene.

'I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, cheesecake!' She giggled, looking back at his defeated stance. Four pulled on her wrist causing her to walk faster. A hand squeezed her shoulder tightly and spun her around. It was Eric. Taura yanked her hand free from Fours grip. The adrenaline rushing through her once again. She lifted her fist. However, his fist touched her face first. Blackness.

Taura slipped in and out of consciousness. Her eyes opened but were soon closed again. She heard a familiar voice for a brief moment.

'…knocked out...'

Everything fell silent again.

Taura's eyes peeled open, bright lights shining into her eyes. She squinted when a cold, icy pressure was added to her already throbbing head.

'Not going to disturb the peace are you again?' A masculine voice waking her up fully. 'I thought one of Amity rituals was non-violence but um…' the voice lifted her hand to her face. It was bright purple and swollen. 'Maybe I was wrong.' The voice finished. Taura moved her eyes around the unfamiliar room to find the voice. It took a while to find it. Her eyes landed on Peter who was concentrating on caring for her injured wrist. She watched intensely as he strung long bandages tightly round her wrist. 'You should be careful tomorrow. He's gonna give you a really a tough time in training.' He tide a knot on the end of the bandage and looked up to face her, a glimpse of concern in his eyes.

'Who?' Taura asked him quizzically. She ran through her mind to find any reason for what he just said.

'Eric.' He stared calmly. The name clicked inside her mind and the events came flooding back.

'Ohhh.' She sighed, letting out a slight chuckle.

'Yeah. You broke his nose.' Peter smiled, chuckling him self.

'I told you I don't fit into the stereotypes.'

'You certainly got some nasty bruises just to prove it to me.' He leaned in closer to her, looking into her eyes intently, searching for something.

'I wasn't trying to prove anything. Your such a flirt, Peter.' Taura rolled her eyes at him.

'Hey! You can talk! What was your foot up to in the Mess earlier?' Peter smirked, adjusting the ice pack on her left temple.

'You didn't seem to have any complaints.' Taura quirked an eyebrow at him and smirked.

'If I did you might of punched me. Can't have you braking another nose, can I?' He removed his hand from the ice pack, purposefully grazing his fingers along her jawline as they left her face. His cold touch sent shivers down her spine.

'Your so cocky. Do you ever take a break?'

'When I'm asleep.'

'Go to bed then.' She smiled at him playfully. Peter began to chuckle loudly, shaking his head from side to side. 'What? What's so funny?!'

'You're in my bed.' He grinned at her, searching her eyes once again. Taura's eyes diverted away from his, wondering the room. This was the first time she realised she was somewhere unfamiliar.

'Oh.' She sighed in realisation. A wave of pain encircled her head like a rubber band, squeezing it tighter. She winced in pain and sprung up into a sitting position, clutching her temples. 'Shit.'

'Hurts like a bitch doesn't it?' Peter smirked and pressed his hand gently against her shoulder, forcing her to lay back down. 'You probably have a migraine. So I would stay still. Or do I have to make you stay still?' He flashed her a cheeky grin, letting his eyes lock with hers again.

'And how do you plan on doing that?'

'Well-'

'I thought I told you to take her to the clinic?' Four barked, barging into Peters apartment. Peter jolted up away from Taura.

'There wouldn't of been a bed for 4 hours plus Eric was bound to turn up.' He reasoned with Four.

'Your not a trained medic.' Four scowled at him with annoyance,

'She's awake isn't she?' Peter remarked pointing his hand at her.

'That's not really the point Peter.' Four sighed. 'How is she anyways?'

'Not too bad. I'm pretty sure Eric had dislocated her wrist, if not fractured it. She has a mild concussion, seems slightly disorientated. But other than that and a migraine, she's fine.' Peter sent a smile to Taura and moved his hand to rub her forehead.

Four cleared his throat 'Well… I will take over from here then.' He stated averting his eyes from them. 'Can you walk Taura?' He questioned, walking to the side of the bed.

'Yeah.' She stared curtly, rolling her eyes.

'That's a no then.' Four laughed and picked her up in his arms. 'Come on, let's get you out of here.' Taura groaned but didn't try to recoil from his grip, instead she simply rested her head against his chest as he began to walk towards the door.

'Hey four.' Peter called, walking up to him and scribbling something onto a small sheet of paper. 'Give this to her when she's less disorientated. In case she ever needs to… let her anger out.'

'I'm right here you know!' Taura shouted up at him, then began laughing loudly.

'Yeah but your all giddy. I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea.' He smirked. Four snatched the piece of paper out his hands and scammed his eyes over it.

'Peter Hayes (the cocky one)

Room 104

Number: 024963222

You should call it,

If you need to let your anger out. ;)'

He looked up at Peter then back down at the paper before scrunching it into a ball and stuffing it in his pocket.

'I think that's exactly what you want.'

'Wakey Wakey eggs and bakey.' Four shook the sleeping girl's shoulder. Taura stirred slightly but rolled onto her side and fell back to sleep. 'She's always been a deep sleeper…' he muttered to himself walking over to a cupboard. He scrambled through it for a while before picking up an air horn. 'I knew this would come in handy some day.' He shook the canister in his left hand as he walked back to where she was sleeping on his bed. 'I'm gonna end up like Eric after this.' He told himself before pressing down on the horn. Taura jumped upwards from her sleep screaming and panting. 'Good morning to you too.' Four teased, grinning wickedly down at her.

'Four! You fucking bastard!' She cursed, slapping him playfully on the leg.

'Ow!' Four whined false-heartedly.

'Oh a real man wouldn't of felt that!' Taura laughed at him.

'You ready to face Eric again?' Four asked, looking at her concerned.

'Of course I am. He doesn't scare me!' Taura reminded him, half laughing.

'He's going to be really tough on you today. You pissed him off. And now he's going to piss you off.' He told her seriously. 'I'm gonna be in there with you, so I can keep him at bay. I promise I won't let him try to hurt you.'

'You don't have to baby me Four.' Taura scolded, standing up off the bed in front of him. He towered over her small figure, she had to crane her neck just to look at his face.

'Im sorry, I just don't want anyone to hurt you again.' Four apologised, stroking her left arm.

'And no one will. Look, I know you feel guilty about what happened.' Taura let out a loud sigh and took his hands in hers. 'But you can't change what happened by babying me 24/7.' Sadness was evident in her green eyes as she turned her focus to rubbing small circles in Fours palms.

'I know, I wish that I could of done more to protect you from him.'

'But you couldn't of! Anyway, I'm not in Amity anymore, I'm in dauntless now.' She smiled at him. But Four knew that that smile was not sincere, nor was it one of happiness.

'He could still find you.'

'He won't. I'm safe here.' Taura smiled at him again, only weaker. Four wandered her eyes with his, but to only find uncertainty and fear; something he's only seen in her once before. He merely nodded and wrapped his strong arms around her, embracing her. She did the same, and wrapped her smaller arms around his waist, burying her head in his chest.

'I love you.' He whispered kindly and planted a small kiss on her forehead.

'I love you too.' She replied, her voice muffled in his chest.

Four opened the door to the training room slowly, expecting Eric to bark at either of them for being 3 minutes late. But there was nothing. Silence remained in the ware house style training room.

'Hello?' Four called with no response. 'So much for not liking his initiates being late…' He remarked making Taura chuckle.

'Oh hey guys!' A cheerful voice spoke from behind them. Both them turned around to face the voice. It was Peter, striding confidently towards them.

'Peter? I wasn't expecting to see you here.' Four spoke calmly, though slightly irritated by his presence. 'Where's Eric?'

'He said he had to take care of something so he sent me down to help until he comes back.' Peter explained cooly. 'I bet he doesn't actually have to take care of anything and is just to scared to face Taura after yesterday.' He snickered.

'He's such a pussy.' Taura rolled her eyes clicking her tongue.

'How are you doing?' Peter smiled at her, looking at the side of her head which was heavily bruised.

'I'm doing well actually. Thank you.' She replied kindly giving him a warm smile back.

'Well we better get started…' Four told the two before shutting the door behind them. 'I've decided to train you in a different order than usual.' Four explained to Taura, walking over to a table layed with various throwing knives. 'Usually we start with hand to hand combat but… your injured. So no fighting.' He picked up three knives. 'But you can throw some knives.' Taura let out a displeased groan. She loved to fight. She loved to watch how much damage her hands could do. But also the peace and love they could bring to a world which is seemingly damaged and unsafe.

'Oh come on its just bruised. A few punches won't hurt.' Taura threw her hands to the side in exasperation.

'We're not letting you brake another nose.' Peter told her firmly. 'Just throw some knives, I promise it's just as fun.'

'Ugh fine…' she rolled her eyes picking up three knives and clipping two to her belt. She flicked the other one in her hand testing the weight and sharpness.

'Now when your throwing knives, you want to get you're aim right. If you want them dead then you need it to hit vital organs. To throw it accurately, you extend your non dominant arm to point at where you want-' Four stopped his demonstration when a knife flew precisely into the centre of the circular target. Four stared at Taura in awe, then at the target, then back at Taura, then back at the target. He turned his eyes to Peter who raised a black brow at him. 'H-h-how…the…w-where…' four stuttered, looking at Taura quizzically. 'D-did you throw that knife?' He asked slowly, pointing at the damaged target.

'How do you think I chopped apples?' Taura replied, grinning at the pair and picked up another knife.

'At a safe distance, holding the apple and cutting it carefully, with no throwing.' Peter remarked picking a knife up himself and inspected the blade.

'Ew that's boring.' She cringed walking away from the target.

'Where are you going?' Peter questioned watching her walk away gripping a knife tightly.

'Sometimes in Amity you can't get close to the apple, so you have to fire from a distance.' She explained, a hint of anger evident in her eyes. Taura stopped when she had reached the back wall, from here the circle target looked more like a fly on the wall. She raised the throwing knife above her head and outstretched her other arm. She took a steady breath, adjusting her grip on the knife. Flinging her arm forward, the knife flew out her hand at full speed. The wind whistled as the knife flew through it, straight past Four and Peter and into the centre of the target. Taura began strolling back towards them with a small smirk tugging on the corners of her mouth.

'You know, I'm beginning to think this apple is a metaphor for a person.' Peter smirked walking over to the target and inspecting the knives impelled into the wall.

'Maybe it is. Just because Amity preaches non- violence, it doesn't mean they do anything about it when someone doesn't follow it. If you think Amity are all just happy little butterflies living a safe, harmless, hate-less life then you need a huge wake up call. They're actually just hollow shells filled with hate and harm and violence. That Amity politeness is just a realistic mask.' Taura's eyes began to well with hot tears as she took another knife in her hand. 'Peter, you should move.' He stared at her blankly for a few moments completely confused by her sudden out burst of rage. 'Now!' She barked at him, snapping out of his trance he moved quickly to stand next to Four.

'What's got her all fired up?' Peter whispered to Four, keeping his eyes on her. Another knife went flying into another target. And another. And another.

'You really want to watch your back in there you know.' Another knife. 'One minute it's all happy dancing and the next-' and another. '-someone comes and stabs you right in the back!' She was about to throw another knife when Four's hand clamped down on hers. She tried to shake him off of her but his grip was too tight.

'Taura! Stop!' Four shouted at her. However the words didn't process in her brain. She continued to try and free herself from Four but with no success. He began to try and pry the knife out of her hand, gripping the blade to stop her from hurting herself. 'give me the knife. Give me the knife.' He spoke to her calmly, looking into her eyes. Her breathing began to become less erratic as the rage began to subside. Her grip became loose on the knife and Four removed the blade.

'If I see you crying again, your out.' An in-mistakable voice spoke into her ear. Taura turned her head to face the voice to see Eric glaring at her. His face unreasonably close to hers.

'Don't you fucking dare threaten me.' She spat at him, eyebrows furrowed. If she could, she would break another one of his facial bones, but four was still holding onto her tightly.

'And don't you fucking dare use that tone with me, slut.' Eric's cold voice said the last word icier. His eyes narrowed in on her, exchanging his eyes from Taura, to Four and then to Peter.

'What did you just call me?!' The burning fire inside of her had only subsided for a few seconds before it was re-lit.

'Oh don't act so innocent. You know where you've been.' Eric growled, met with confused stares. 'So it was a secret then?'

'What the hell are you on about?' Peter asked him walking up to the group.

'I thought you and Four would know best considering your dicks have been inside of her.' He snarled at Peter. Taura's face relaxed, looking at the floor. She glanced at the three of them before looking at the door.

'Excuse me.' She whispered, walking away towards the door, making sure to shove Eric accidentally before leaving.

'Where do you think your going?' Eric shouted after her but his answer was given by the door slamming. He stared at the circular target that was covered in knives, he smiled to himself, slightly impressed with the accuracy. 'What is she? Bipolar or something?'

'She's not Bipolar. She has a short fuse. Gets sparked up easily. But I suppose anyone has a short fuse around you.' Four remarked turning away from him. Eric's pierced brow twitched as he felt a pang of guilt from his words.

'You both know that trainer/initiate relationships are forbidden here. Right?' Eric raised an eyebrow at the pair.

'I'm not sleeping with Taura. Can't necessarily speak for Four, but it's not really my business.' Peter remarked, shrugging his shoulders dismissively.

'Well I heard that she was in your dorm for over 4 hours yesterday… I wonder what you were both doing?' Eric smirked at Peter maliciously.

'I was taking care of her. You knocked her out, remember?'

'Oh yeah.' Eric chuckled, 'so I guess you wrapped her wrist up then. What is it, broken? Fractured?'

'Don't give yourself the glory. It was only a dislocation, it will be better in a week.' Four growled lowly not bothering to look his way.

So… is it true that your sleeping with her? I saw you taking her into your dorm last night.' Eric moved to stand behind Four, glaring down at him as Four collected the knives.

'No. no ones sleeping with her, if it's even any of your concern.'

'As a leader, the safety of my initiates is my concern.'

'And that's why you tried to beat her up then.' Four turned to meet his glare.

'I was teaching her authority. She stepped out of line. I had to put her back in that line.' He grinned.

'I think it was the other way round.'

'Your very protective of her.' Eric scanned his eyes with his own. Four turned his own to his feet.

'Yeah well, she had a difficult past. I just want to make sure she doesn't have to relive it.' Four told him before storming out.

Taura dangled her legs off the edge of the roof, letting the wind blow through her hair. She loved heights. It was as if no one could hurt her when she was up so high, no one below her could ever reach her. In a world so complicated, being up high made everything look so small and simple.

'I'm still trying to think of a nickname for you.' A voice interrupted her thoughts. She turned to find Peter crouching next to her. She gave him a weak smile in acknowledgement. 'I give everyone nicknames based upon their worst qualities. Like I call Tris, Stiff, because that's what she is. Christina, Big mouth, she has no filter, like word vomit everywhere. Four, Four, he has four never disappearing fears, but everyone calls him that. Eric, deadman, literally everything is just dead, no emotion.' He laughed, 'usually it's quite easy, but I can't find a single bad quality about you.'

'I'm short tempered.' She reminded him.

'That's a good quality to have in dauntless. It doesn't take to long for you to do decent damage in a fight.'

'I'm a slut.' She gulped back a lump in a throat.

'You're not a slut. Don't listen to Eric. He believes what ever he's told.'

'Yeah… well he's not the first person to call me that.' She half smiled, watching a group of Amity walk below her. She wondered whether it was any of her old friends, but quickly shook the thought away. Peter watched her, noticing her tear stained face.

'You skipped two meals.' Peter stated making her face him.

'I wasn't hungry.'

'I was cander. I'm good at lie detecting.' He half-joked.

'Sorry… Eric really pissed me off, I needed to cool off.' She looked back to the ground below her. Peter paused for a minute, looking at her saddened face. 'She had a difficult past. I just want to make sure she doesn't have to relive it.' Four's words rang in his head. They intrigued him, he wanted to know what happened to her, what made her so defensive and angry.

'Four mentioned that you had a difficult past.' He spoke quietly and gently. His words grabbed Taura's attention, she turned to face him but swiftly snapped her head away in embarrassment. 'I don't know what happened… but I'm really sorry that it did have to happen to you.' He gave her a concerned smile and placed a hand on her back. Her muscles tensed under the unfamiliar touch of his hand causing him to retract it.

'Not all apples are green, Peter.' She spoke quietly, her voice cracking.

'Apples!' Peter shouted, snapping his fingers at her.

'What?' Taura chuckled, but didn't bother looking his way.

'That's your nickname, apples!' Peter laughed, grinning at her. 'You always talk about apples.'

'Is that such a bad quality?' She asked, wiping a single tear from her cheek with the cuff of her jacket. She felt Peter's hand cup her face, turning her to face him. He stoked a lone tear away from under her eyes. He felt compelled to cheer her up, become close to her. He didn't feel threatened by her instead he felt drawn to her.

'It is when there are no apples in Dauntless.' He smiled at her sincerely, connecting his eyes to hers. They stayed sat there for a few moments in silence, enjoying the peace. Peter let go of her cheek and jumped up off the edge of the roof to stand. He held his hand out to her. 'Come on Apples. Lets get you a tattoo.'