Four POV

I can't believe that I like a girl so much and I have only known her for one day. Her silky golden-blond hair, her striking icy blue-gray eyes, her personality: Selfless, smart, kind, brave and honest. She's amazing. Nothing like those slutty scrub nurses who keep hitting on me and trying to get me into an on-call room. I have to tell her how I feel. Hopefully, she likes me too. But there's still that one thing: She seems extremely familiar. It's like her name's on the tip of my tongue, but its not coming out. I have to hold off on asking her out until I have a hunch on who she is.

Right at that moment, she says, ""I can't believe they needed two factions for this." I can't help but agree. There is a lot of dangerous things in her body. Aneurysms, hematomas, and foreign objects. Basically, monopoly pieces. I have to confront her about who she is sooner than later. It's been bothering me all day! I find this the perfect time and say, "Listen, Tris, I need to tell you something, and I know it's only been one day, but meet me outside the hospital at 9. That's when I get off. Unless you're on call or something.," I says the last part full of disappointment. Even if this is a confrontation, I still really enjoy talking to her.

She looks up, and sees a lot of familiar faces, looks back at me and says, ""No, no, Four, I get off at 9 too. I'll meet you there.," I sigh in relief and she walks up to the table confidently and says with authority, "10 blade."

I walk up behind the patient and mirror Tris' tone only asking for a scalpel, and Caleb follows me after he has walked up to the girl's hand with the command 'scalpel' as well.

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I stand in my office, looking around. It's not as big as the Chief's, but it is better than nothing. The other Attendings only get lockers, unlike the heads, I snort. The surgery went well. Tris' surgical skills are flawless. Her every cut, stitch, suture, and grab is amazing. You can easily tell that she is the daughter of Natalie and Andrew Prior. Prior. Prior? PRIOR? Tris is my former best friend Beatrice Prior? HOLY SHIT! AND I LIKE HER TOO! CRAP! HOW DID I NOT EVEN NOTICE UNTIL NOW?

*Flashback*

It's a beautiful breezy day in Chicago. I walk outside to meet my best friend, Bea Prior, the person who means the world to me. I've known her since we were both three, and I would definitely pick her over my sorry excuse of a parent. She knows every single one of my secrets, and I know hers. It's her 17th birthday today, and I have quite a few things to tell her.

"Hey Toby!" I hear the melodious chirp of my best friend somewhere above me. I look up and I see the long, flowing blond hair and the mischievous blue-gray eyes of the person I was looking for.

"What are you doing up there Bea?"

"I don't know. I guess I just like the view," She says scaling down the tree. We walk to her porch, a mere 10 feet away, and sit down on the steps.

"So, I have to tell you a few things...you're going to like some of them...and hate the others." I start off with that, and continue once I see her confused face, "First of all, Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy Birthday Beatrice Prior, Happy Birthday to you!" As I sing this, I pull out from behind me, a box with holes cut into it to accommodate the small, barking, wagging creature inside. She only didn't notice it because I left it behind the porch step before I found her in the tree.

Bea lifts her hands to her mouth as she discovers the cute Husky/Pomeranian puppy sitting inside the box with a bed, food and water, and a chew toy. "Tobias Eaton! Thank you so much! I've always wanted a puppy, and you know that, but I know you and you would only buy me," She stares at the puppy with a smile before naming it, "Avalanche, for a reason, so, anything you want to say? Plus, you called me Beatrice, and you only call me that if things are serious."

Thank god, she noticed! I rub my hand on my neck and I blurt, "I'm moving...to Washington." I see tears welling up in her eyes and I hurry to stop them, "Please Bea, don't cry! If you cry, I'm going to cry and I don't ever cry!" She lets out a watery laugh and buries her head in my chest, wrapping her arms around me. I hug her back and hear her muffled voice, "Don't you dare ever forget me Tobias Eaton! I've done too much to be forgotten!"

"I could never and will never EVER forget you, Bea. You are a part of my life. I love you, Beatrice." We've said 'I love you' to each other before, but that's not what I meant. I'm in love with her. I hope she caught on.

"I love you too, Toby." She replies, sniffling.

"No, Beatrice Grace Prior, I'm in love with you." I stare into her eyes and I lean in to meet her perfect pink lips in a kiss, sweating. What if she rejects it and stops being friends with me and I never hear from her again and then she suddenly dates that Robert kid and they get married and - Wait a minute, Tobias. She responds eagerly, kissing back while wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling me closer to her. Yes!

We kiss for what seems like forever, and when we break apart for air she says, "I'm in love with you too, Tobias James Eaton. Never forget me. If we're meant to be together, fate will do it's job."

I stand up, pull her into one last passionate kiss, and walk back to my house. It's not a home anymore. It stopped being that the moment Marcus hit my mother.

"I'll never forget you Beatrice Prior! I'll come back for you!"

*End of Flashback*

I swiftly pull my black leather jacket over my head and walk outside through the lobby to meet Tris. I sit down on one of the benches, the metal making me shiver. I shake of nervousness, fear, and the fact that I like my best friend! I wait and put my head in my hands to think and a split second later, I hear, "Did you really think that I wouldn't show?"

I look up and see the Queen of wooing me herself. The beautiful Tris...and my best friend who probably doesn't remember me. "No, I was just waiting for you to walk over here.," I reply smoothly.

She sits down next to me and I notice her body shaking. I shrug my leather jacket off my shoulders and gently place it over hers. "Thank you, you really didn't have to do that!"

"So umm, Tris," I don't know where to start, so I face it head on, "I mean, Beatrice."

"I'm not Beatrice. I knew one though. She died when-you know, I shouldn't be telling you this." My heart sinks. Beatrice, MY beautiful Beatrice is dead? How? Hold on, Her name has to be Beatrice! All the clues lead to it! Maybe she's wearing something that I know about...I look towards her neck, and I see a familiar silver pendant. It has curvy cursive letters in silver, BGP - her initials. The one I bought her for her 10th Birthday!

I try to touch a topic that is familiar to both of us to see if she gets tricked and responds accordingly. "Ok, never mind...How's Avalanche by the way?"

"Oh...um, she passed away, last year actually," She wipes away a couple of lone tears, "Wait. How do you know about Avalanche?" She asks while squinting suspiciously.

I laugh, her face hasn't changed one bit! She studies my face, I open my mouth to speak, but she beats me to it, her features softening and her eyes curious, "Tobias?" She whispers, not being able to believe it.

"Yes, Bea, it's me!" The next thing that happens I was totally not prepared for. I feel something crashing into my lips, soft, amazing. I close my eyes and respond, pulling her into my lap and kissing back. We pull away and at the same time we say,

"I love you."