(A/N: I do not own Divergent. Nor will I ever. I just own my ideas.)

Tris POV

I follow Tobias out into the hallway and down a couple twists and turns until we come to a room. He opens the door and ushers me inside. I walk past him and see a bedroom that looks very similar to mine. I turn around and see him leaning against the door staring at me. No. Observing me.

"What did you need to talk about?" I speak up. He just shakes his head. "You need to learn not to speak to your superiors unless spoken to Beatrice." I just roll my eyes. "Or do that. Or do anything that seems out of place in Abnegation. I know you are not like any other Abnegation. I can see your curious eyes, taking in and analyzing anything and everything. If I hadn't known any better, I would say that you had an aptitude for Erudite. But what do I know?" he asks, a faint smile playing at his lips.

I am going to say something smart back but I repress it. I am Abnegation. I need to start acting like it. "I know you were going to say something. I could tell it by the look in your eyes. That look could get you in very big trouble." He says and takes a step toward me. "But that is not what I wanted to talk about." He moves closer until he is only about 6 inches away at the most.

"I wanted to talk to you in private because I know you remember. I still think about that day every day. You weren't afraid of me or afraid to help me. You just did it. You are the only person that knows about Marcus's beatings. I have never told anyone. I honestly didn't want anyone to know but I couldn't really help the fact that you found out." He says, softening a little.

"I know you have something to say. Just say it." He says I am taken back. Am I really that readable? "Fine. I have wanted to ask you something since that day. Why?" he smiles. "I know you want the answer to that question. It was on the vial of morphine you handed to me before you left. The answer to that question is one word. My mother. After she left he blamed me for her leaving him. It started out as just slapping but soon progressed to punching and soon after, belting. I hate that man." He says but his voice breaks on the last word.

I don't know why I do it but I do. I close the space between us and hug him. He stiffens and I think that he is going to push me away but he doesn't. Instead, he wraps his arms around me and buries his head into the crook of my neck. I soon feel wetness on my neck which brings me to believe he is crying.

I just stand there and hold him as he holds me for what seems like eternity. But all too soon he pulls away and straightens up and looks down at me. He places a light kiss to my forehead and I take that as a sign for me to leave.

I walk toward the door but look back before I open it. He is now laying on what I presume to be his bed and he is just staring at the wall. I feel like I should do something, but what? Try and comfort him? Try to make him talk to me? I couldn't bring myself to it. He looked like a kicked puppy. I didn't hear another word, from him or me.

I walk back to my room to see Susan sitting there standing at the wall. "Susan, just because Robert choose Amity does not mean he does not love you." I say hesitantly. Caleb chose Erudite for some reason, but I will never find out. I recently discovered Abnegation could not visit Erudite because of their recent conflicts. Susan took what felt like an eternity to answer. "But it does."

Tobias POV

I go to visit Marcus to get some papers I left behind in my room before dinner. One is my certificate of birth. I kept them under my mattress to study at night and try and figure out if I am actually Marcus's son. I have never found any proof. I was guessing since it was two years ago that I moved out, he would start going through and throwing out things.

When I got there, Marcus was sitting at the table, a bottle in his hand. Abnegation were not supposed to drink. I faintly remember as a kid, him drinking then beating me, then repeating those steps. This could not be a good sign.

When he saw me, he stood up, and started yelling. "Did you tell them, you worthless piece of shit. Did you tell Erudite?" I shook my head, which I knew was a mistake once I did. "Answer me directly!" "Tell them what", I responded sheepishly. "Tell them about the beatings? The things I did for your own good? Idiot." He took his belt out slowly, loop by loop, and wrapped it around his knuckles. I shrunk, wishing Beatrice could be here to bandage me when it was all over.

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I try the door again and this time it opens. Marcus locked me in my closet after he beat me. I looked behind me before I got out and saw the blood stains on the wall. I shuddered knowing he was the cause of this.

I walk—no, more like limp over to the bathroom. Throwing my clothes on the floor as I went. I step into the shower. Letting the cold water run over my burning back. It doesn't take all the pain away but it does numb it. I don't bother trying to move my arms. Knowing that it would hurt more if I did.

After about 30 minutes of me just standing there, I realized that it was probably a good time to get out. I shut the water off and grab a towel from the closet, wrapping it around my body. I walk up to the sink and splash cold water on it. It wakes me up enough to give me the energy to get dressed. There was just one thing, I didn't have any clothes.

The only one I could think of to bring me clothes was Beatrice, but that would be weird. Telling her to bring me clothes without an explanation. But no one else could find out about the beating so I had no other choice.

I go over to the phone in the hallway and call the house were the initiates were. One of the initiates picks up the phone. "Hello, this is David. How are you today?" he says into the phone. "Can you please find Beatrice and tell her to come to the phone." I hold my nose trying to disguise my voice as best as possible. "Yes sir." He says and I can hear him on the stairs.

When the phone is finally picked back up again, a female voice is on the other end. "Beatrice?" I say in my normal voice. "Tobias?" she questions. "Yes, it's me. Is there anyone around?" I ask before I tell her anything. "No," she responds. "Good. So I need to ask you a huge favor. Is there any way that you could get me clothes? I'm at Marcus's. I'll explain later why but I really need them." The only thing I hear is silence for a few moments before I hear an, "Okay," from the other side.

"Thank you so much Tris." I say then I realize that I just called her Tris. She must have noticed too. "Did you just call me Tris?" she asks. I start to panic, "Yes. I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I—," but I am cut off by her laughing. "Why are you laughing?" I ask utterly confused. She catches her breath before saying, "I'm laughing because you're getting all worried about calling me by a nickname that I actually like." What? She liked the nickname. I start to laugh too. "Well I guess at introduction tonight, we will call you Tris then?" I ask hoping she wants to keep the name. "Yes and I'll be over in a few minutes with your clothes." With that, the line goes dead.

Tris POV

I can't believe Tobias just called me Tris. Honestly, I like it. No one has ever called me it before and the only nickname I ever had was Bea which I didn't like.

On my way over, I wonder if Marcus is there. He probably isn't considering Tobias called me. I grabbed the first thing I could find in his closet. The same thing he wears every day. A grey pair of pants, a grey shirt, and his coat. I didn't really want to go through his dresser so I just about lucked out when I realized there was an outfit in the closet already to go.

When I arrive, I knock on the door and let myself in. "Tobias!" I call out. "Up here," I hear him call out from upstairs. Once I climb the stairs, all the doors to the rooms are open except one. That's where I am guessing he is.

I hesitantly walk over to the door and knock. The door opens slightly to reveal Tobias's head on the other side. "Thank you so much Tris. Give me one minute." He says and I hand him the clothes. I do see much of him but I do see that he is shirtless before I close the door.

I laugh to myself realizing he called me "Tris" again. The door opens a few minutes later, revealing a fully dressed Tobias. "Come on in," he says and motions me into the room. He shuts the door behind us and I look around. The room is very similar to the one I had at home and the one he has now.

It turn around to see Tobias limping toward me. I am confused at first but then I finally understand. "Marcus beat you, didn't he?" he just nods. "Take your shirt off and lay on the bed. I'll be right back," I say and he doesn't reject.

I walk over to his bathroom and look for medical supplies. I find nothing. I walk down the hall to what I presume is Marcus's room and go into his bathroom. I check under the cabinet but find nothing. I then see a small closet that I never realized was there behind the door.

I open and find exactly what I need.

I walk back to Tobias's bedroom and see him lying shirtless on the bed. By the way he is breathing; it seems as if he is asleep. I take a moment to just look at him. He is pretty muscular for being Abnegation. I wonder how he got to bed that way. Then I look at his face. When he is asleep he looks like a normal 18 year old guy. Not stressed or beaten. If we weren't alone, this would be extremely frowned upon. It is almost as if neither of us belongs here. I smile and his eyes pop open.

He smiles back and looks to me. "What are you smiling at?" he asks as if he doesn't know. I chuckle and walk toward him. I drop the stuff on the bed and sit down next to him. I closely examine the wounds on his back. The lashes aren't as bad as they were the last time I treated them and for that I am thankful. There are a couple of deeper cuts but the worst stretches from his lower back, diagonally up to his left shoulder. I make note to clean that one especially well.

I grab the rag that I wet while I was in the bathroom and rub it over the soap. "I know this is going to hurt but it needs to be done. Be strong." I whisper in his ear. I couldn't find any morphine vials therefore he is in more pain than he was the first time.

I start to wipe down his back and he whimpers at every pass of the rag. I have to stop every once in a while to clean off the rag because cleaning the cuts has caused them to open up and bleed.

Once I am satisfied that the cuts are clean and won't get infected, I add a medicine before wrapping his back. By the time I'm done, he is wrapped from his lower back up to his shoulder, with extra wrapping for the section of his back with the deepest cut.

I walk back to the bathroom where I found all the supplies and place it back as best as I can. When I arrive back into his room, Tobias is sitting up on his bed looking at the door. His eyes light up when he sees me walk through it and he gets up. He walks towards me and wraps me in a tight embrace. I hug him back but not as tightly, careful not to agitate the newly wrapped wounds.

When he pulls away, he just looks at me. I drop my head as the blush creeps up my cheeks. I am no more than 6 inches away from him. He reaches up and touches his hand to my face. His fingertips send sparks through my skin. My face feels on fire.

He moves it so that his eyes directly intersect mine. "I've never forgot you since that day you practically saved my life two year ago. Marcus nearly killed me that day and if you hadn't come, I don't know what could have happened. Thank you." He says hugging me again.

Again I feel the small jolts of electricity from my head to my toes.