His brows furrowed in puzzlement, Four stood outside under the night sky, his gaze turned on the small room in the deserted building they were keeping her in. That girl… she was like a puzzle whose pieces he had to wait to see one at a time and each piece was more surprising than the last. She'd obviously heard the usual stories about him, yet she was not half as afraid of him as most men were. That was the first and most intriguing piece of the puzzle- the entire girl. Her courage and lack of fear.

Then her identity- it was her, he knew it. She had to be. He knew from the moment he laid eyes on her in that dark room. Many years had passed since their last meeting, but he never forgot her for a moment and he had no idea that she grew into such a beautiful woman. No wonder Edward was so keen to have her grandkids. He wanted to forget her so much since they stopped visiting each other, he told himself countless times that were was no place for those memories in his life anymore. For so many years he felt a painful tug on his heart every time something sparked a memory of her, so he thought it would just be for the best if he were to try and forget about her completely. But he wasn't successful. Every memory returned since the day she had come here. The more he wanted to hide behind his rough and scary demeanour, the more he was attracted to her. But he knew it couldn't be this way, never. The attraction he felt for her would bring no happy ending, unsatisfied desire and heartbreak.

This unhealthy attraction… So unhealthy!

Still she had the same alluring face, inviting lips and the stubbornness of the eight year old girl he met eight years ago. The girl he had fallen in love with even before he knew what that feeling was called. "What is she doing?" His thoughts were disturbed when he heard Eric speaking.

"Sleeping. And I'll stay on guard tonight." He told Eric. Eric, turned around, raising an eyebrow at Four. "You sure? You've already done it, it's my turn tonight."

Blood rising to his face, Four could feel the warmth radiating from his cheeks. He cleared his throat. "Nah." He replied causally, shrugging his shoulders. "I just assumed you'd like the change of duty. Why don't you get some sleep?"

"Alright, I'll see you in the morning." Eric turned on his heel, walking towards their sleeping spot.

As Eric disappeared from sight, Four let out a sigh. He walked into the abandoned building and up to Tris's room. There, he spread his blanket on the ground outside her room and settled down on the floor. It was cold, a harsh wind blew through the entire building resulting in him rubbing his hands over his arms. Luckily he had a warm hoodie on, so it wasn't that bad. The night forest was bathing in the shimmering moonlight, the sight was almost relaxing. Another blast of wind blew, Four wrapping his arms around himself. It was freezing, and it didn't bother him too much because he was dressed for the weather, but it made him wonder, if he was just about managing in only a warm hoodie, then what was she doing?

Unwillingly his thoughts directed to the girl inside the damp room. They had only three blankets, two of them were already taken by Max and Eric and the remaining one he was sitting on right now. That meant Tris was sleeping on the cold ground, uncovered, alone.

He jolted from his warm nest, pushed the door open and saw Tris shivering on the ground, her hair sprawled on the floor, knees raised to her chin and arms wrapped around her tiny frame as she tried to keep warm by keeping her body curled in a tight ball.

From what he could see it definitely wasn't working for her.

Four didn't think, all he registered was Tris failing at trying to stay warm, so what he did next surprised the hell out of himself and Tris.

He walked over to her shivering form and wrapped his blanket around her small body. He lifted her up off the cold ground and carried her over to the mattress. He laid her down and made sure the blanket was secured tightly around her. His actions proved to have worked because instantly she looked more peaceful, like an innocent girl and a golden haired goddess- a girl who dared to ask him about his past, his deeper secrets. A girl who wasn't affected by his charming features but then again offered a helping hand, giggled with genuine pleasure- his long lost golden angel.

Four never surrendered to his emotions; he was about to leave when a small hands clasped around his larger one and a pair of green eyes stared at him.

"Four…" Tris croaked out.

"Go back to sleep, Blondie." He ordered.

Her face lifted higher and pushed back the blanket, without any sign of sleep in her eyes; she raised her arm higher and tugged on his strong, muscly arm.

"Stay, I don't want you to sleep on the ground out there with no blanket either, so..." she admitted, raising her eyes to look at his sheepishly.

Four copped on to what she was trying to say, but respectfully declined. "Really, Tris, don't worry about me." He smiled slightly. He then leaned in close to her face and tried to suppress a chuckle when he heard her breath catch in her throat. "I can handle anything."

"Ugh, don't be ridiculous. You may be able to throw knives perfectly at people, or shoot a perfect shot from an insurmountable distance, but no one is physically able to handle freezing winds at night with nothing to keep them warm, so just… okay? Get in." She told him.

He thought about it; wondering the harm in a few hours sleep and not being cold. Max and Eric wouldn't be too pleased if they saw them in the morning. But what did he care? They worked for him; he was the boss around here.

He sighed like he was making a serious decision. "I should really be on guard, but, if it'll make you happy goldie, I will." He replied cockily.

"Shut up, Eaton. I'm only suggesting it because I know I'll have to listen to you whining all night." She replied sassily, trying to hide her grin.

She moved over on the mattress to make room for Four to lie down with her. Tris was still cold and her body proved it; she started shaking due to the fierce wind and her teeth chattered.

"You still cold?" Four asked.

"A little." She admitted.

"Okay, just… c'mere." He said moving her into his chest and wrapping his strong arms around her to try and radiate some of his body heat onto her. It worked almost instantly; her shivering fading away as she snuggled up close to his chest.

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it, goldie."

Tris rolled her eyes at the stupid nicknames he had given her. A comfortable silence fell between the two as the night grew on. Tris checked to see if Four was awake, but didn't need to when she heard him clear his throat quietly. She wanted to ask more questions him; she was positive he was just lying to her about his past. He had to be the boy she once knew. All the familiarities were there, so she took a risk and tried one more time.

"Four, where did you grow up?"

She felt him tense. Why would he have that reaction to a simple question if he wasn't trying to hide something?

"Tris… I"- he opened his mouth.

"ATTACK!" Before she could get her answer, a loud roar from the sound of dozens of police officers outside were yelling. Tris was almost relieved from the voices; at last her parents had sent the police to find her. Through the window of her room she could she hundreds of tiny little lights all around the forest, and many more following them.

"See! Someone came for me at last! I knew they'd find me haha! She said proudly, leaving the mattress. She gave him a victorious grin. The courageous Four Eaton looked shocked, and the colour drained from his face as he barely moved his lips.

"They came?"

"Yeah." Tris grinned. "They will arrest you for sure. But if you surrender then…" before she could finish her words a vice gripped tightened around her wrists. Fires blazed in Four's eyes as he looked out the window. "Four Eaton never surrenders, Blondie." He twisted her arms backwards, ready to tie her again. "I'll never let you go."

But she made the same mistake she made last time. Her feet struck Four's groin nearly doubling him over like she did to Max. With a painful moan Four landed on the ground, holding his groin. But before he could recover from the shock, Tris legged it as fast as she could out of her room, down the stairs and into the outside. "Now, I'm finally going home." Tris smiled to herself.

The forest was now lighted with thousands of torches; the police invaded the building searching for Four and his men. She ducked behind the nearest bush. Her head was forming an escape plan. There was no way she could go home; she wasn't ready to face wait awaited her there. She needed more time.

She was possibly too small to be seen, so hopefully no one would notice her. Her eyes caught sight of an abandoned car in the clearing. Driving it wasn't the problem, it was getting out of here unnoticed. Tris approached hesitantly to the car, she was anxious she might set off an alarm.

Two figures began appearing behind her. "Look, there." One of them yelled. "There's the little bitch." Tris glanced over her shoulder too see that the two men coming into view, were of course, Max and Eric.

"Let's sell her ourselves, that way we can split the money half and half." Eric suggested grinning at Max.

"I like that idea much better than the first." Max said, both men getting closer and closer to the blonde haired beauty.

"Get away from me you bastards!" Tris yelled at them, her heart thumping with fear. Her whole body tensed with rising alarm. Just then a sharp whistle startled the two men.

"Touch her, and I'll rip your throat you're out with my bare hands." A familiar voice spoke behind her.

"Four…" she said breathless.

"I got her first, therefore she belongs to me, if you want her, you'll have to go through me."

Tris looked at Four with newfound admiration. No one had ever cared about her enough to put their own life at risk, even if it was just for a business deal. The thought of Four genuinely caring for her warmed her heart.

She looked around and again her eyes landed on the car not far from them. Max and Eric's attention was now on Four. If he could distract them long enough she could start up the car and get the hell out here. She snuck off into the forest and up to the car. She opened the driver door and noticed that the keys were still in the ignition. She thanked her lucky stars and closed the door. Looking out the car window she saw Four taking on the two bulky men at the same time with no trouble, looking like he had done this hundreds of times before. Strapping on her seatbelt she started the engine. As quick as she could, she drove out of the clearing and into the paths of the forest.

She was about to leave, so close to freedom, when something stopped her.

Four was willing to fight for her when she needed him most, and she couldn't just leave him now. Blaming her selfless upbringing, she swerved the car back to where the three men were battling it out and slowed down a little so she could get Four's attention.

"C'mon, get in!" she yelled out to him. It took him a mere five seconds to hop into the passenger's seat of the car. Tris slammed on the accelerator and sped down the path, leaving a pissed off Max and Eric chasing after them. Out of the wing mirror, Four noticed them about to shoot at the car.

"Go faster, go!" He demanded to Tris. She obliged and went as fast as she could without crashing into the nearest tree.

They were soon on the road and out of the men's view. They made it. For now.

"Thank you, Blondie." Four thanked her, breathless.

Tris looked at him from the corner of her eye. Moonlight illumined a face of his face. Even in his haggard state he was still a treasure.

"Well, thank you too." She at last chocked out. Still, a strange question kept ravishing her brain.

"Can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Why did you save me?"

Before Four could open his mouth, another bright light from behind lighted the whole road. A squad car. Great, they'd followed them here.

"Blondie, quick." Four said looking out the back window at the police car chasing them.

Tris followed his order and sped faster down the road, it was easier this time round, being there no trees everywhere. That was, until she halted suddenly.

"What? What is it, why did you stop?" He asked quickly.

"The path ends here." Tris said getting out of the car glancing below at the drop down. Below them was a river than seemed to go on forever. She looked at Four to see the colour drained from his face. Unknowingly a moan escaped his lips, his hands flew to eyes block out the sight in front of him.

"We'll just have to jump, it's not that much of a drop, I'm sure we'll land in the river and we can then swim to the edge. We can find shelter there."

"I-I can't-It's too high, I'm scared of heights." He admitted averting his eyes from the drop.

A small smile crossed Tris's lips as she approached him. The dangerous, scary, bad ass that was talked about frequently by mostly everyone who had heard about his actions, was scared? Tris's couldn't help herself from grabbing his hand. "It's alright." She whispered.

Suddenly she heard the sound of the squad cars getting closer. "C'mon, we have to do this. Just ignore your fear. Close your eyes and hold on to my hand, okay? You can do this." She encouraged him.

Suddenly he remembered the feeling building up inside when an eight year old was holding his hand. Eight years ago… Now he was holding it again... the feeling engulfed him.

But he knew that feeling had to come to an end. He couldn't let this happen. And on top of it all, she was about to get engaged.

"Blondie, look." Four whispered. The officers are here to take you back to your family. Go, live your life, I'm sorry we dragged you into this. I'm sorry I dragged you into this."

The cops were getting closer and closer. "Four Eaton, this is the FBI, surrender Tris Prior at once!" One of the officers yelled.

"What about you?" She asked quickly, her heart racing.

"Don't worry about me, I'll find a way out of this." He said, trying to reassure her with a smile.

"But Four…" She insisted. Tris caught sight of the detectives and their guns all aiming for Four. But someone else caught her attention- Peter. He had come with them, ready to take her home to life she'd have to live with him, for quite possibly- the rest of her life.

She couldn't do it.

"Actually… It's Tobias. Tobias Eaton. You were right." He smiled looking into her eyes. "You had to know before you leave."

And with that single sentence, she felt the world slow down. Everything was in slower motion, all she could hear is that sentence being replayed in her head, with the feel of his warm hand clasped around hers.

"Tris, I'm letting you go." But Tris ignored him completely. She had other plans. She pulled on his hand with all her might, and they dropped.

The only thing supporting them now was the hope that they'd fall into the river below.

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