** Anything recognisably Divergent belongs to Veronica Roth alone. Sigh. Anyways, please read and review if you like this

Four's POV

I tried not to watch her too closely as she came into the training room with Christina. The last thing I needed was for Eric to know just how deeply involved I was with her, how much his manipulations of the pairings was bothering me. But I also knew that I couldn't let Tris fight Peter… not now, not with her pregnant with our child.

So when I see her run from the room and head for the washroom it takes everything in me to keep myself planted where I am, glancing at Christina and nodding at her, telling her it's alright to go and check on her to make sure she's okay.

They aren't gone for long. In the time that they are I try to make my case with Eric one last time, telling him about my strategies for pairing the fights to bring out the strength in each fighter. It doesn't make a difference though and within seconds of Tris returning, Eric has her in the ring with Peter. I run everything through my mind, try and figure out some way to stop it before it starts, but there is nothing I can do but watch.

As much as she shouldn't be in that ring… I also should never have underestimated her. She's stronger than I think as she takes the first jab, punching up and getting him in the throat. He's not expecting that as his taunts to her cut off and his face hardens. The rest of the fight is a blur as he hits her hard in the face, swings and kicks her side, punches her again. Within another minute I'm in motion, running up to the ring where Tris is already lying unconscious, shoving Peter out of the way as I inspect her, take her pulse and breathe a sigh of relief when I realise that she's alive. But it's still the worst damage I've seen so far during initiation.

"I'm taking her to the infirmary." I state coldly, not caring for once what everyone else thinks of me. I have no choice; I have to go with her. "I take it you can handle the rest of the fights?" I say to Eric as I scoop her tiny frame into my arms and exit the ring, barely waiting for his gruff reply before heading out the door.

When I get to the infirmary, it's a rush of activity as they take her in and try to shoo me out of the room. I try to act cold and indifferent but it's almost impossible as I watch them assess her condition, calling over the doctor on duty.

"One of the initiates… this happened during a fight." I inform him as he looks up at me briefly.

"Anything else I need to know?" He asks with a frown and I swallow thickly, moving closer to him so that only he will hear what I need to say.

"This needs to stay confidential." I tell him and see him look at me again, his eyebrow raised in question. "She's just confided in me that she's pregnant." I say quietly, glancing around me to make sure nobody else is in range.

He doesn't say anything else, simply gesturing for me to step back out of the way and I do. I watch as a nurse takes her vitals and gets an IV started and then I turn and leave.

By the time I get back to the training room, Eric has already gone through the rest of the fights and I try to look interested in the results as he lists them off. But I can't focus on what he's saying, my mind on Tris and our baby – the two most important people in my life that I just abandoned in the infirmary.

"Your initiates are weak Four." I try to tune back into what Eric's saying and nod my head as he speaks. They haven't been fighting that long but they need to pick it up if they want to make it here, if they want to beat out the Dauntless born initiates for a place. "We're going to push them harder today. After lunch all transfers will do the obstacle course followed by an evaluation of their fighting skills on the bags. Anyone who doesn't show up or can't keep up is out of Dauntless." I try to control my face, keep it void of expression as I try and figure out how to word it, how to argue on Tris's behalf but Eric beats me to it. "Don't bother asking about her. If she doesn't make it back down by the time we begin, she's done."

The rest of the morning can't go by quickly enough as Eric and I run through several combinations of moves for the initiates to demonstrate. By the time lunch time comes around I'm desperate to see her and talk to her about what we can do, about the possibility of leaving Dauntless together.

"All initiates are to report back here at one o-clock sharp for further training and evaluation. Don't be late." As Eric dismisses the class I hear the door to the training room open up and I turn to look at the entrance, completely shocked when I see her barely standing there.

"Well, well, well. Look who's made it back down alive." Eric says in an unnaturally sweet voice as he walks past me, following the rest of the class out of the room and eying her up as he goes. I see Christina and Will stop by her side, watching as she says something to them and then Christina hugs her before they also head out to lunch. Once the room is clear I approach her slowly, inspecting her and seeing the bruises that have already formed on her face and arms. It takes everything in me to control the anger that I feel bubbling below the surface… I don't want to scare her.

"Can we talk here?" She asks as I get closer and she nods at the camera in the corner. I shake my head slightly and reach out, grabbing her elbow gently and leading her out of the room and down a side hallway that I know has a gap in surveillance.

"How are you feeling?" I ask her quietly as we stop walking and I lean against the wall in the dark corridor, grabbing her lightly and pulling her into my arms.

"Pretty sore." She answers and I nod my head against her. Of course she's sore. It was a stupid question.

"Is everything alright… with this?" I reach down and press my hand between us, resting it lightly on her still flat stomach. For a moment she doesn't answer me and I pull her back to me, looking worriedly into her eyes.

"It's fine…" she finally says quietly and then I see a single tear escape, roll down her cheek. "It's real, it's really happening." She says and I suddenly understand.

"I know you're scared Tris," I try to find the right words, the right thing to say to comfort her, but I'm still not sure what that is. "I'm scared too." I tell her softly and pull her back to me, holding onto her as tightly as I dare. I know she's got to be sore but she clings to me just as firmly.

"I have to make it through initiation." I barely hear the muffled words and I know she's worried. "Tris… I am going to do everything in my power to see to it that you make it through this." I don't know what else I can do with Eric breathing down my neck, but there has got to be some way that I can ensure she makes it - safely.

"What if I don't make it? What if I end up factionless with a baby?" She hisses at me and I push her back from me again, tilting her chin up so that she's looking me in the eye. "If… if for some reason you don't make it Tris, I promise you that I will come with you. I will never leave you alone, and if that means that we live factionless, well then I guess that's what will happen. But I also swear to you that we will do everything possible to keep you here so that becoming factionless isn't an option." I swear it to her firmly and I'm completely serious. It wouldn't be the first time I've considered leaving and following Tris out isn't even a question.

"I love you Tobias." Her eyes have the fiercest look to them and I smile down at her, remembering again how strong she really is and how much I love the way she says my real name. "I love you too Beatrice." I say back before leaning down and letting my lips touch hers, her arms wrapping around my neck as she pushes up on her tiptoes.

When we separate I chuckle lightly at the quiet gurgling that I hear coming from her stomach, looking at her questioningly as I ask if she's eaten yet today.

"No… it's been hard to keep anything down in the morning." She replies and I sigh. I know it's hard for her, but I also know that she has to eat something.

"I'll go grab a muffin or something before lunch is over…" she trails off as she answers my thoughts and I smile down at her. I can't believe how much I've missed her and know that I've let down my guard, I don't know if I can simply go back to being Four, the asshole instructor.

"After lunch… how are you feeling? Eric has everyone doing the obstacle course – including you…. Can you…"

"I'm pretty sore still, but I'll be fine. I can do the course." She interrupts me, her face changing and becoming more determined as she speaks. "We'll get through this. I can make it." She says again and I can't help but to be proud of her and to admire her strength.

I don't want to let her go but glancing down at my watch I see that lunch is nearly over and so I lean down, whispering in her ear and telling her to go grab something to eat. I tell her that I love her and I lightly squeeze her one more time before she reaches up and places a gentle kiss to my lips. And then she's gone, down to the cafeteria, to find food and her friends and I'm left in awe of her. So proud, and yet at the same time – I'm absolutely terrified.