Disclaimer (I forgot in previous chapters…don't sue me): We all know how this goes, I don't own Divergent or Insurgent or Allegiant or Tris or Four/Tobias or anyone….we owe it all to Veronica Roth. No need to make me feel bad

Tris

Honestly, it still confuses me why I agreed to help Christina with training; I should not be awake at this time, I should be drooling on my pillow, lost in the land of dreams. But no, I had chosen to the helpful friend card and agreed to help.

I look up from my feet to see Eric striding down the hallway towards me, his hair hanging in a greasy mess around his shoulders. Ew. "Tris," He calls. "Glad I caught you." He comes to a stop in front of me and I have to tilt my head back to look him in the eye.

"Yes?" I ask trying to mask my yawn.

"Christina has been in a slight accident. So she can't train the transfers today, she will probably be out for a few weeks," He says, smiling lightly.

"What do you mean, 'accident'?" I ask slyly, narrowing my eyes. I should be concerned for my friend, I am, but the way Eric said 'accident' made my blood run cold.

"I believe she slipped on a wet floor outside her apartment and broke her leg, I don't have the full story. Anyway, Four will be filling in her place, so you will be helping out Four and Zeke now," He says.

I purse my lips; the only reason I agreed to help was because it was Christina who asked. Helping training with Four will just be… awkward. Him training me was enough. "Alright, thanks for letting me know," I say just before he walks off down the hall leaving me on my own again. Thank God, I never liked Eric; he always gave me the chills.

I continue on down the hall and come out in the centre of the Pit, stopping by the cafeteria to get my usual cappuccino and muffin, then to the training room. Just as I am approaching the door I bump into someone; Amber Delessio, the smart-mouth. "You're late," I say to her stopping outside of the door.

"Well I'm going to be even later if you block the door, aren't I?" She says crossing her arms.

I step towards her and raise my eyebrows as if challenging her and she takes a step in the other direction, slight fear showing in her eyes as she no doubt remembers yesterday. "That's what I thought, be thankful I'm not Eric otherwise he'd have you hanging from the Chasm by your fingertips." I turn and walk into the training room letting the door close in her shocked face.

The initiates are all crowded around a black board at the other end of the hall, Amber slipping into the crowd, and Zeke is talking to them, probably about the fights that will take place today. Four is standing off to the side, arms crossed over his chest and his face blank of emotion as he surveys the group. I'm not sure where to stand so I stay put by the door as Zeke pairs off the initiates, none of the names ringing any bells. Why would they?

When the last pair of names has been read Zeke notices me and waves me over. I walk past Four, all too aware of his eyes on me the entire time, and come to a stop next to Zeke. "Tris will be helping Four and I assess you, and will have a say in your final rankings. So if you don't impress her, you don't impress us," he says. I shoot Zeke a questioning look and he winks at me before continuing, "These fights will have a big impact on your rank, so don't let yourself down." With that he dismisses the initiates.

Zeke and I walk over to join Four as the first pair take to the centre of the room. Two boys, a short, slim, brown haired boy and a tall, muscled, blond; an unfair matching if you ask me, but hey, if Four had anything to do with these I wouldn't be surprised, he did put me against Peter. I walloped his ass silly within the first two minutes; like I said, an unfair matching.

Zeke and Four start to murmur to each other behind me, I can't make out what they were saying, but I hear the word 'skill' so I guess they are talking about one of the fighters. Realizing I'm probably not going to be included in the conversation, bloody sexist, I focus my attention on the fight in front of me.

In the time I have been trying to decipher the boys' conversation, the tall one has landed at least two good punches on the other. I tut and shake my head as the other boy misses a shot to land a winning blow on the side of the blonde's chest, and instead gets his legs taken from under him and pinned down, signalling the end of the match.

"Well done, Dyce," Zeke yells from behind me as the blonde gets up and leaves the ring. "Carter, get up and shake it off." I watch the short boy pull himself to his feel and shuffle out of the ring, towards the back of the group. I excuse myself quickly and make my way over to him.

"Hey, Carter isn't it?" I ask standing next to him. Even with his small frame he is still taller than me. He nods, seeming confused and slightly scared. "Good fight."

He snorts. "Yeah, thanks."

"No seriously, you just need to learn to find the weak spot of your opponent and target them there. Take Four for example," why I chose him I shall never know. "See how he stands slightly angled to the left, and his arms cross leaving the side of his chest open? If you hit him there you have a better chance of winning." Telling Carter this seems strange, not a year ago, Four was telling me the exact same thing.

Carter tilts his head to the side and looks at Dyce, nodding his head in understanding. "Thanks, Tris," he says.

"No problem." I smile at him before

walking back to Zeke and Four who are watching the next fight.

"Where did you disappear off to?" Zeke asks when I come to a stop in between the two.

I shrug, "Nowhere that concerns you." Four smirks although he doesn't take his eyes off the fight. At the moment two girls are facing each other, waiting for the other to strike first. When nothing happens Four yells out.

"If you two don't hit each other in the next five seconds you're both out!" I jump slightly in the severity in his voice, glad that it wasn't being directed at me. But the two girls who Four was yelling at both jump into action. One punches the other in the jaw, knocking her head back, and then pulls her legs from under her and kicks her in the ribs. Yeesh, girls. Finally the girl on the floor yells, "Ok, I'm down!" and the other lets her up. Four rolls his eyes as the two girls exit the ring, talking as if nothing had ever happened and I nudge him in the side.

"Glad to be back training?" I ask him as Zeke calls the next pair.

Four looks down at me, a small smile playing on his lips. "Brings back memories." He says and glances towards the targets at the other end of the room, where he threw knives at me. My hand automatically makes its way up to my left ear where the scar of the knife still remains, and the look in Four's eyes says he remembers the event all too well. I knew he didn't hurt me on purpose but it still hurt.

"So did you hear about Christina?" I ask to change the topic, plus I do wonder if he knows why he's here.

"Eric told me she slipped or something and broke her leg?"

I nod once. "That doesn't sound like her," I say looking away from him and to the floor. "I know her; she wouldn't slip on a wet floor. This is Christina, she can run in seven inch heels up stairs, she's not gonna' slip on a wet floor." By this time I am rather talking to myself that Four, trying to figure out if Eric was lying, or at least not telling the whole truth. But no, this is Eric. Yes, he's mean, vile, and basically a horrid human being, but he wouldn't do anything to Christina, why would he need to? I shake my head to clear it and look back to Four.

"No, it doesn't," he says sounding a bit distant. "Oh well," He says suddenly snapping back. There is a short period of silence between us until he asks me, "what about you?"

"Huh?" I ask looking at up at him from the fight.

"You liking training?"

I shrug. "It's alright, I guess. But tattooing is my calling." Since I came fist in my initiation I got first pick of whichever job I wanted. I could have gotten a high up job in the government if I wanted to but I chose working in the tattoo parlour with Tori and Bud instead. "But it's a nice change."

Four nods silently, turning his attention back to the fight. As do I.

Ok, so I was going to put Four's PoV but no inspiration came to me, I know I said this was going to be a longer chapter but it…well…wasn't. So I will try my bestest to update ASAP and I will have Four's PoV in it (hopefully *wink*) , that is unless you don't really want one? Anyways, review please, and tell me whether you want more Four or not x