Tris POV

I ignored the astonished looks from the initiates. I didn't care that they were wondering why Tris Prior, one of the top Dauntless officers, was running through the Pit with tears streaking down her face. In the distance, through the snow storm, I saw a train headed towards me. Jumping on top of the train, I crouched inside, brushing the snowflakes off of my face. Where could Four be?

I leaped out just as the train passed the Ferris wheel. Running against the icy wind, I spotted Four leaning next to a tree near the Ferris wheel. "Four!" I shrieked. When he didn't look up, I worried that my words were carried away by the wind. "Four!"

He looked up as I almost reached him. Seeing the tears on his face almost shattered my heart. His eyes were soft as they stared at me.

"Why are you here?" He asked. "Why don't you go back to Jason?"

I froze. "Four, please, you misunderstood! There's nothing between me and Jason, heck, I only met him today!"

"You were in his arms, Tris. Your eyes were looking up at him as if he was your knight in shining armor!"

"Four, I tripped and he caught me!"

"That doesn't explain the way you looked at him!" he said, yelling over the wind.

I grew angry. "If you prefer that he wasn't there, and I hit my head on the floor and got a concussion, so be it!" I screamed back.

"Why are you being so difficult! That's not what I meant and you know it!" He was furious.

"Four, why are you trying so hard to get rid of me! Why do you keep pushing me to Jason!" I screamed back, tears streaking down my face again.

"Stop being immature!"

"Don't accuse me of cheating on you when you don't know the facts!"

"I don't need to hear how handsome you think Jason is. I don't need to hear it!"

I glared at him, crying and angry at the same time. He glowered at me, before turning on his heels and running into the storm.

"Four! Come back!" I yelled, "I'm sorry!" But all I could hear was the roar of the wind. I sank to my knees. Why was I so hot headed all the time? If I hadn't been so defensive, I might not have angered Four. I put my hands on my face and sank into the snow. Did I just ruin everything? Weeping uncontrollably, I staggered and fell face first into the snow, blacking out.

I woke up in the infirmary, to the sound of voices arguing. Blinking, I slowly focused my eyesight on Christina, who was standing in front of me.

"Oh my god, Tris! You finally woke up! Are you okay? What the heck happened! Are you feeling alright?" She fussed. Will was standing on the other side of me, arguing with someone. There was someone holding my hand but I couldn't see who it was. Did Four come back to me?

I craned my neck to the side, despite the pain that shot up my spine. I almost started crying again when I saw that it was Jason holding my hand, not Four. I yanked my hand away, and sat up, ignoring the pounding in my head.

"Where's Four?" I croaked. Will stopped arguing with Jason and looked at me.

"I was hoping you'd know. And what were you doing in the middle of a snow storm? If it weren't for Jason, you would have died of hypothermia."

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

Jason's despicable voice floated into my ear. "I saw you lying down next to a tree, and carried you back. I was worried about you."

My growing anger led me to turn away from him. I didn't even stop to wonder why he was at the Ferris wheel, or how he knew I was there. If it weren't for that guy, me and Four would be happily eating breakfast together. I zoned into what Christina was saying.

"—And running into the snow storm too! If you aren't going to think of yourself, at least think of me! I went to your apartment to wake you up this morning, and I almost fainted when the little Candor initiate… I forget her name… but she told me that you were in the infirmary! Dying of hypothermia and whatnot! Geez Tris, you are so worrisome! I don't even know what—"

I sat up straighter. "Wait, Christina, you went to my apartment?"

Christina raised an eyebrow at me. "Does hypothermia injure the brain? You seem a little slow today, Tris."

"Christina, please stop acting like a Candor. My head's pounding. But did you see Four at our apartment?"

"No Tris, he was already gone, training the initiates. Why?" She saw my forlorn expression. "Oh no, did you guys get in a fight?"

I sighed. "Maybe he doesn't want me after all." Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jason perk up. I didn't know it was possible to hate someone as much as I hated Peter during the initiation process, but I hated Jason with a passion. Swinging around, I slammed my fist into his nose.

Will leaped up in surprise, and Christina gasped. Blood gushed out of Jason's nose. "Go get a nurse to fix him," I said reluctantly. I almost added, "or let him bleed to death", but no matter how much I hated him, I could never wish death upon anyone. I pulled out the tubes and needles that were attached to me, and climbed off of the infirmary bed. Christina was calling for me to come back, but I was determined to find Four.

Five steps outside the door, however, my head throbbed uncontrollably. I held my hands out to steady myself, but I was already falling towards the floor.

I opened my eyes to the bright lights of the infirmary again. Groaning, I sat up. This time, my arm was feeling sore too. I guess I had landed on it as I fell. Looking around, there was no one in my hospital room. Will and Christina were probably attending to Jason. I really need to get my temper in control. I'll have to apologize to Jason soon.

The door creaked open, and my heart leaped at the thought of Four. Looking up, however, I only saw a nurse. I heard a commotion down the hallway, and wanted to get up and investigate, but thought better of it. After all, the last time I tried to escape the infirmary, I collapsed in the middle of the hallway. Tris Prior, ranked first, collapsed face-first into the dirty infirmary floor. This will do wonders to my reputation. Sighing, I subjected to the nurse's needle and drifted off to sleep.

A few hours later, after I woke up and the throbbing in my head was gone, Christina came to visit me again.

"Tris, you should probably go apologize to Jason or something. He's in bad shape. And please do something about Four. I know he's got a fiery temper, but really! He acts like a kid sometimes!" She chided.

"I know, Christina, I will apologize to Jason. I didn't mean to hit him, but I was upset. Anyways, how can he be in bad shape? It's just a broken nose," I said, before I realized what she said. "Wait, what did you say about Four?"

"He came back around noon and the Candor initiate—who's name I still can't remember—told him that she heard that you were in the hospital, badly injured. And she also heard that it had something to do with Jason. Being the Candor she is, she blabbered all of it to Four without even thinking. Stupid girl. And Four jumped to conclusions and thought that Jason beat you up, so he went and beat the living daylights out of Jason. Now Jason's sitting in the infirmary with a broken nose, broken arm, and bruises all over his body."

I was too dazed to express sorrow at Jason's injuries. Four came back. And he cared about me. He still cares about me. I breathed a sigh of relief, and Christina looked at me quizzically.

"Tris, Jason's in really bad shape… it isn't something to be happy about. I thought you said you didn't mean to hurt him."

"I didn't! But Christina, Four came back for me! He did! He doesn't hate me after everything I said…" I trailed off, grinning.

"Right! You still didn't tell me how you guys got into a fight." She remarked, eyes lighting up at the gossip.

"Oh it's nothing. The important thing is, he's back. I can't wait to see him," I said, delighted.

Christina smiled, "Alright. I'm going to go check on Jason. Will's working with the new batch of Dauntless-born initiates, and I want to watch him." As she shuffled out, I heard her bump into someone.

"Oops, sorry!" I heard her chuckle, before the click of her high heels disappeared down the hallway. Wondering who my visitor was, I craned my neck and stared at the door. Two black sneakers appeared, and then the rest of him was in view. Four.

I wanted to yell and scream and hug and kiss him, but I refrained and sat stoically. "Hey," I greeted.

"Tris…" He murmured. He looked like he wanted to say more. Instead, he sat down at the chair next to my bed.

"Are you okay?" He asked. I nodded slowly.

"You came back," I stated simply.

"I know, I couldn't—I couldn't leave you," He replied. I could feel the tear ducts in my eyes wanting to give up the salty tears they were holding, but I refused to let them release a flood of tears. I knew that Four found it difficult to express his emotions, so I waited.

"I was—I was so mad when I saw you with Jason. You know, I was furious. I wanted to beat him up so bad. Because you were with him and I was so—so afraid of losing you." He choked up, and I wanted to hug him and comfort him. He grasped my hand.

"I'm so scared of losing you. My life would be empty without you, Tris, and I couldn't bear it. I ran, and when you came back to look for me, my heart broke because I was worried you wouldn't be mine anymore. You wouldn't be my Tris." I was crying freely now, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I would never leave you, Four. I could never love anyone else."

He nodded slowly, his soft hair tickling my face. Our lips met. "I love you so much, Tris."

If this was heaven, then I will never be afraid of death.

Thanks so much for all of the great feedback! I have some drama planned, but I couldn't help but give Four and Tris a sweet little moment here. Hopefully this chapter doesn't disappoint! It's going to take a while to build everything up. I'm actually still deciding if this is going to be a fluffy Tris/Four story, or if I'm going to set them on a dangerous adventure of some sort. Let me know what you guys think! Thanks :) R&R!

~BubblyFanatic