Disclaimer: This chapter includes scenes from Insurgent, which sadly...I do not own. I only own the copy of it, which is in my hands right now, but not the words. However, the goddess Veronica Roth does!

And again, I would like to thank chocolatedauntlesscake for the wonderful ideas and being an over-all great person to talk to!

Tris POV:

After Peter leaves, I do my head in trying to think about what Eric was trying to talk to me about. What Lauren said was true; true love does take time. And if Eric isn't willing to wait, then I'm not sure I'm willing to give in to the situation. Wait-did I just say what I think I said? Here I am, a new member to Dauntless, with an apartment and offer to be a new leader-in-training, and here I am, dissing another leader. Maybe I am going crazy...

I shrug off the thought, and all others that are tugging at my heart, and put on one of Four's old shirts. Then I climb into his bed, and pull over the covers, fluff the pillows, and bury myself in a sea of blankets, all of which help me forget my troubles.

Just as I am about to fall asleep, a new, welcoming warmth hits the other side of the bed.

"Four," I murmur.

He smiles, and kisses my cheek. "Goodnight, Tris."

"G'night Four," I say, still half asleep.

"Tris? Two things. One, is that my shirt?"

I nod, and he continues.

"Two, are you okay with this?"

"With what?" I ask. I sit up, and Four looks on at me intently.

His eyes never loose mine, even though I can tell that he's blushing. "You know...sleeping together in this bed, with your fear and all?"

"I'm sixteen, you know, don't get any ideas!"

He puts his arms up in defense. "I'm not! I swear to god I'm not!"

"Do you want me on the floor?"

He shakes his head, "No...It's just...I've been thinking-"

I groan. "Oh, god. Don't bring this up. Please don't bring this up." And with that I pull my arms to my chest and bury my face in my knees.

"I'm sorry, Tris." he says.

I know he means it, but all I say in response is, "Goodnight Four."


That night, I don't get any sleep. All I can hear is Four saying, 'Tris, don't leave me,' and 'Tris, I swear to God that I didn't mean to scare you.'

After a few hours of tossing and turning, and staring at the ceiling for god knows how long, I hit him with my pillow.

He jumps up, still half asleep. "Wha' I do?!"

"Nothing," I start. Then I sigh. "Four, you did nothing wrong. So stop thinking that I'm gonna leave you."

He takes a minute to process this, then he kisses me. To my surprise, I deepen the kiss, and when we pull back, I grin.

Four grins back. "Y-you really mean it?"

I nod. "Now go to sleep."

"Yes ma'am."

I smile, and this time, when my head hits the pillow, I fall fast asleep.

The next morning, I wake up to the buzz of an electric razor. Four stands in front of his bathroom mirror, his head tilted so he can see the corner of his jaw.

I hug my knees, covered by the sheet, and watch him.

"Good morning," he says, his concentration never stopping, "How did you sleep?"

"Not so good. Your tossing and turning kept me up," I start. Then I try to lighten the mood. "But other that that, okay." I get up, and as he tilts his head back to address his chin with the razor, I wrap my arms around him, pressing my forehead to his back where the Dauntless tattoo peeks from beneath his shirt.

He sets his razor down and folds his hands over mine. Neither of us breaks the silence. I listen to his breathe, and he strokes my fingers idly, the task at hand forgotten.

"I should go get ready," I say after a while. I am reluctant to leave, but I am supposed to be figuring out which type of job I want, for tomorrow's choosing, and besides that, Christina is taking me shopping for the party tonight.

"I'll get you something to wear," Four says. "And...sorry again."

I roll my eyes, and slip on the shirt I slept in and a pair of shorts from Four. A few minutes later, I walk barefoot down the hall, holding my dirty clothes from yesterday and wearing Four's over-sized clothes. But when I turn the doorknob, Peter is standing next to my bed.

"Get out," I start wearily.

"Not so fast, honey," he teases.

"You're not your dad," I remind him. "You don't have to call me that. In fact, you shouldn't."

He shrugs, and leans against the wall.

"Why are you here?" I ask, breaking the silence.

"Why are you wearing Four's shirt?" he questions back.

I shoot him a glare. "That's beside the point. Now tell me why you're here."

He looks down at the ground, before speaking ever so slightly. "Don't forget our date tonight."

I smirk. "Oh, it'll be one that I'll never forget."

A smile creeps out of the corner of Peter's mouth. "Do you think Four'll have the same response? 'Cause if I know Zeke, we'll be playing tons of games and staying out late, and as much as I enjoy Four, I would like to keep him on my good side."

I take this in for a moment, then I respond. "As long as your dad's not at the party, it'll be fine. And Four understands. If he's not okay with it, I'll politely remind him that he'll be messing with two of Dauntless' leaders, one of which my dad."

Peter nods. "Seven PM in the Pit tonight. I'll be looking for you."

I smirk. "You mean, your dad will."

"Yeah," Peter says, before walking out whistling.

I laugh to myself, and change into 'shopping clothes' that I know that Christina will hate instantly. But hey, that's why I'm wearing them now, and not tonight for the party.


"Tris! Tris! Earth to Tris! Trissy!" Christina calls sing-songily.

How on earth can that girl sense my presence, even before the doors to the Pit, that I recently opened, swing shut? I shake off the thought, grab a muffin, and slide into the seat next to Christina.

"Hey," I start wearily, knowing this will be a long day.

"Oh, Tris. Finally you're here," she says back. But she's not looking at me. She's looking at Will. "Isn't Will lovely? Now, I just need to find something to 'wow' him."

I nod, and tear a piece off my muffin. Christina looks at me, then does the same.

"Hey!" I shout.

She shrugs. "What? I'm trying to watch my diet for the party tonight, and that muffin looks fabulous. Tastes great too."

I roll my eyes, and shove the rest of it in my mouth, before Christina can take any more of it.

Christina shrugs it off, and leads me into an all black boutique.

"Ooh! Look at this!" Christina squeals like a little kid, and I know that this will be a long day. She runs up to a dress, looks for the right size, then holds it up against herself.

"Tris!" she calls, "Does this look right with my tan?"

I shrug and say "Sure..."

She huffs and shakes her head. Then she looks for a different style.

A few minutes later, she calls me back, and hands me a strapless short black dress that has red lace at the bottom.

"Go put that on," she orders.


"Tris! Aww, you look so cute!" Christina screams, once I step out of the dressing stall.

"I look like a hooker." I cross my arms and stare out the window, into the Pit. Then I see Eric walking. He's whistling and muttering that the mannequins look hot. Suddenly, I forget all about my too-tight dress and stare out the window.

Christina comes running up to me, murmuring about high heels, but I shush her before she can continue and point at Eric. She nods, understanding that we need to put on an act.

Then Eric walks into the shop. "Where are your leather sports jackets?" he asks the cashier irritably.

She gives him an answer that I can't hear. But he must not like it, because he tutts gruffly.

While Eric's cursing out the cashier, Christina clears her throat, and starts speaking in such a loud voice, I didn't even know she had it in her. "Wow, Tris! Yep, Peter will definitely like that dress on you. In fact, maybe after the party he'll even want to-"

My eyes widen and I look to Christina. I hiss at her and slap her arm. "Shhh! Christina! Just what do you think you're doing?"

"Getting Eric to like you even more," she whispers back.

I groan, just as Eric is walking towards us. He looks me up and down, the look of lust growing in his eyes.

"Too bad I'm not 16 anymore, eh, sweetheart?"

I fake a smile and laugh. But on the inside, I want to show him who's boss.

Eric pinches my cheek. "Your buddy's right, Peter will love that on you. Make sure you wear it to the party." He chuckles and walks out.

"That's it," I say, marching toward the dressing rooms, "I am not going to wear this dress. Ever."

"Tris, wait!"

I ignore her, and pull the dress off-or at least try to. "Uggh! Why is there no zipper on this thing! It's so frickin' hard to- -whoops..."

"Tris what did you do that can be so bad? It's not like you ripped the dress!" Then Christina gasps. "You did rip it, didn't you?"

"Umm...No comment?"

"Aww! Tris, that looked good on you."

In my mind, I can hear Eric saying "really really good" and licking his lips. But just thinking of it makes me sick. Why is my fear the only thing I can think of right now?


"Ah, Tris," a voice behind me says, three hours later. "Just the person I wanted to see."

I turn around and groan. "Dad, what do you want?"

"Beatrice, be nice.'

"Dad, this isn't Amity," I mock.

He lets out a deep breath. "Tris, I need to talk to you. Follow me."

"Why should I? Any more secrets about the rest of my life that I don't know about?"

He puts his head in his hands. "Look, I know I should have told you about it sooner, but Eric was afraid that you wouldn't agree to it if you'd known."

I cross my arms and stare into the Chasm.

"You've had a rough day, haven't you?"

I nod. "Shopping for your date."

My dad puts his hand on my shoulder. "Tris, I know this has been hard for you, and, well, the situation couldn't get much worse. But, well,...you see..."

I groan and tilt my head up to the ceiling. "Dad, just spit it out."

He chuckles. "You've been acting so teenager-y lately." Then his expression darkens. "You know how you and Peter have been 'set up'?"

I nod glumly.

"Well, you've been engaged ever since birth. Eric just wanted Peter to tell you this, but it's been too long enough."

I look at my dad with wide eyes. He pulls out a ring, and in the center is a set of black diamond Dauntless flames. I let out a small gasp. The ring would be pretty, but not the way I see it.

I see it as my freedom, the reason I was going to come to Dauntless, being destroyed.