this is sort of an AU, when just before Tris is about to go into Four's fear landscape but they are interrupted. This changes everything. Will Tris find ever find out about the real Four?

Thanks for all the kind comments and stuff. This is my first Divergent fanfiction, they'll be Ten chapters I think. The first four are from Tobias' point of view. And then the next four are Tris'. The the last two are Tobias'.


Chapter One- Interrupted

(Tobias POV)

The city lights illuminate the familiar liquid incased in the syringe. As I hold it in my hand I can also see the colours dancing within it. Usually I follow a rule of not visiting my fear landscape more then once a month. But since the initiates are begrudgingly facing their fears day after day, how can I not be reminded of my own? Watching their simulations it's easy to tell what types of people they are inside. How they cope with it, reveals their true reason for being a dauntless. There's Christina who shakes at every sound she hears. Peter who attacks anything he sees. And then there is Tris. Tris who uses all her senses to manipulate the situations. Even though I will never tell her, it's getting harder and harder to hide her divergence. When I think of them finding out about her, what they will do. It shakes me to the core, how can I let that happen when...

My pulse increases. I may not believe I'm fit to be a Dauntless but that doesn't mean I'm not trained like I should be. I've been trained to hear people approaching and to work out their intentions. Who is approaching now? Who ever comes up here? My brain forces me to think my way through the situation. Sort of an Erudite trait I've picked up. This is what probably provoked me to tattoo their symbol onto the small of my back. I sense it. The person nearby is quick, but reckless, with no sense of direction. Their feet uneasily work their way towards me. It must be an initiate. There were only three close enough when I came up here to be on their way here now. When I made my way up the steps I saw the blurred figures leaning on the railings of the Chasm. And there's only one person I expect to follow me up here. One who is brave enough.

She stops just outside the door, doing little to conceal her being here.

"Since you're here," I make an effort not to turn and look at her, "you might as well go with me."

"Into your fear landscape?" She says, I can sense the fear in her voice. Like she has forgotten my promise to keep her safe. I never know where I stand with Tris. Whether I'll see the girl I remember from Abnegation, the girl that climbed the Ferris wheel with me, or maybe the one that let me throw knives at her head.

"Yes."

I want to show her who I am. I need to after all the years of keeping it bottled up inside! I don't want her to be another initiate that I push through the training every year, I need her.

Her footsteps echo as she makes her way towards me.

"I can do that?" She asks, her voice still riddled with uneasiness.

"The serum connects you to the program but the program determines whose landscape you go through." these words are not my own but Lauren's, "And right now, it's set to put us through mine."

She pauses, I can sense her eyes searching my face. Maybe for the little shred of Abnegation I have left. Does she know who I am? Does she remember me? I doubt it since I've changed so much. Also we abnegation have always been a forgetful bunch, probably because we blend into our surroundings so well. We don't really see each other. Or notice each other. But I remember her.

"You would let me see that?" She stammers.

'I need you to,' I think.

"Why else do you think I'm going in?" I've always made an effort to hide my obsession with my fears, it's a habit, so I lie to her about my motives, "There are some things I want to show you."

Although that part, is not a lie.

Even though she's been looking a great deal at me, I do not return her stares. One reason is the bruises that stain her face still remind me of how close I came to missing my chance to save her. A few more seconds and she'd of been in full flight downwards towards the violent waters of the chasm. Another reason is I'm terrified that one day, maybe soon, my eyes will give away my secrets. Like the inside of my soul leaking out. I am not yet ready for anyone to see that.

I raise the syringe and she tilts her head. It seems like this is natural to her, the syringes and concoctions. Just as I am about to penetrate her fragile skin with the needle I hear a dark chuckle from behind me.

Eric.