A/N - Hey everyone! I wanted to thank everybody that supported me last chapter. It really means a lot to me, so thanks very much! You guys rule! :3 Anyways, here's another chapter. I hope you guys like it. It's rather intense. You'll see when you read it. It might be the last chapter of this story :( I guess you could call it... a grand finale? This is probably the main chapter of the story but I might continue it... :)

Oh yeah, I changed the name, and I hope you guys didn't have any difficulty recognizing this story. Oh my god that sounds depressing. ANYWAYS, moving on. Enjoy the chapter! :)

Still don't own nothing yet! (Shame. Could have used the money!)

Tobias stares at the door where we stop, holding hands, our fingers entwined.

"The Fear Landscapes?" He asks, confused, although his tone is carefully bland.

I nod. "Only this time, my fear landscape."

I turns his head to look at me. "You'd let me go through your fear landscape with you?"

I nod with determination, half to reassure myself. I wasn't planning on taking him here. It just felt... right. "It's about time."

We stand there for awhile, just staring at the door. Thinking. Sharing thoughts about when Tobias first took me through his fear landscape, but he was Four then. We've both changed since that time. I glance sideways at him. He's Tobias now. He catches my gaze and tilts his head to the side, motioning towards the door. Without a word we walk forward in sync and open the door to our fears.

As we step into the room, out footsteps echo eerily in the vast space. I shiver.

Here, we keep nothing from each other. We are entirely honest with each other, that's what fear does to you. You can't hide it.

As Tobias programs the machine for my fear landscape, I pick up the syringe in my hand, turning it over and over. The needle glints in the low light, as Tobias walks to stand beside me.

"May I?" He asks with a flourish of his hand. I don't smile. I hand the needle to him, tilting my head to the side and exposing the sensitive skin of my neck.

He lifts my chin to look at him while he pushes the needle in. I clench my teeth, my breathing speeding up. I quickly take the syringe from him, and inject him with the liquid in turn. As I pull the needle back out, blackness starts taking over my vision, and the syringe falls to the floor with a thud. Me and Tobias stagger over to the chair before we descend into darkness.

My vision clears and I find myself in a meadow on a hill. The grass tickles the side of my face. At first it feels peaceful, until I remember where I am and that crows might start attacking me at any second. I sit up abruptly, glancing around to see Tobias a few meters away, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"A meadow..." He says, just as the sky darkens and a swarm of blackness whooshes towards us. His eyes widen as the first few crows break off from the main cloud and dive towards us.

I scream and cover my face as they flap around me, wings beating in my face to the rhythm of my frantic heartbeat. Their chorus of caws are loud in my ears, their feathers whipping at my skin and their talons clawing at my flesh. I crouch on the ground, almost in tears. I curl into a ball, willing the crows away.

What happened? I think. What happened to your strength? Your bravery? Aren't you Dauntless? Divergent? Can't you beat this? I try to get a grip on myself. I can't seem to remember that this is a simulation. That it's not real. But it feels real.

Somewhere in the swarm of crows, I see a figure fighting their way over to me. Tobias shields me with his body, covering me and protecting me from the assault.
Tobias is my strength. He is my bravery. Being Dauntless doesn't matter. It's his strength that I share, our bravery combined. That's what makes me Divergent. And I can beat this.

I look up at him, and he smiles down at me, the sqwarking crows having little effect on him. Somehow his ability to be controlled in this situation calm me down. I smile, wriggling closer to him and the safety of his comforting arms around me.

The caws fade and the meadow melts out of sight. Things are quiet again. Too quiet. I stand up, pulling Tobias up with me. The glass floor squeaks beneath my shoes. Glass? Then I remember the tank, the water, the incapability to breathe. Then I remember Tobias, and how he conquers fear with calm. I take a deep breath, not thinking about the water starting to swirl around my ankles.

I look over at Tobias, who wades towards me in the knee-high flood. "Drowning, isn't it?" He says, looking at the glass walls of the tank. I nod. What did I do last time? I can break the glass. I know I can. The only thing left to do is break it. Easier said than done. "We have to break our way out," I say, but he must have already realized it.

We go over to the glass panes, and I curl my fingers into fists. I can break this glass, easy. I slam my fist into the tank walls. The glass is thin. Breakable. I pound it again, again. Thin, thin as ice. Then Tobias's fist hammers along with mine, the vibrations of the blows shuddering through the glass and driving me on. We are strong. We are one. We are Tobias and Tris. The glass shatters with an ear splitting sound, and I realize that the water had already gotten up to my waist. I smile for the first time during the simulation. The scene fades.

Back to the water again. But this time, i'm prepared. I smile over at Tobias determinedly, and we swim as hard as we can together towards the rocks, and although a wave pushes me away, Tobias grabs my hand and pulls me up to where he had climbed onto the smooth stone. The sounds of the waves cease, and I feel safe in his arms. "Thanks," I breathe, looking up into his eyes. He smiles down at me. "No problem," He replies.

We stand side by side, our fingers intertwined. Suddenly, we aren't standing anymore. Ropes bind us to wooden posts, our arms stretched out on either side of us. I can just reach Tobias's fingertips with mine if I stretch my had out. He looks at me sideways, and smiles reassuringly. Peter walks up to us and lights a fire at our feet the smell of smoke wafts up from the burning wood, choking me. But I don't let it bother me. We're cooking in the Dauntless kitchen. Christina started a fire when she burnt the pancakes. We laugh at her. Tobias gets a bucket of water and throws it on the fire. I feel it as it splashes over us, the cool liquid washing the smoke and fire away. The ropes vanish, and we're free again.

Tobias walks over to me again. "How did you do that?" He asks, but before I can reply, a hand taps on the window beside us. Tobias realizes where we are, just as more tapping sounds, in the walls, on the windows. Hands, not quite human, reach up and claw at the glass, scratch at the walls. Tobias tugs on my hand. "Come on, I know a way out of here." I tear my gaze away from the window and follow him.

He opens a cupboard and we both squeeze inside. After a while of sitting in the dark, the tapping and scratching becomes louder, coming nearer. "Tobias," I whisper at him, getting panicked.

"Shh," He replies, squeezing my hand to reassure me, although when I feel his pulse it's racing. I look up at him in the darkness.

"Tobias?" I ask, timidly, trying to forget the sounds of the things out there, tapping and scraping, trying to get to us.

"Yeah?" He replies, panting slightly. "What... what is it?"

"Aren't you afraid... of small spaces?" I choke out, the sounds getting louder. Something taps near my ear and I jump. Now hisses and growls have joined the other sounds. I start hyperventilating.

Tobias manages a tight smile. "Yes, but don't you see?" I shake my head. "We share fears, Tris. Your fear is mine. Mine is yours. We're in this together," He breathes, and as I stare into those dark blue eyes of his, the walls fade away along with the noises and I let out a breath, my shoulders shuddering, my body quaking as I struggles to calm down.

"Tris?" Tobias looks confused. I freeze. I had almost forgotten about this.

We stand in the center of a bedroom, to the side is a big, comfortable looking bed. My breath catches in my throat. I hadn't thought about how we'd deal with this.

"Is this..." Tobias looks around, still puzzled. Then it clicks. "Oh. Oh." He slowly looks at me. I stare back at him.

Then Tobias walks into the room.

My head snaps around to look at him. Simulation Tobias is almost an exact copy of the real thing. Almost. The real Tobias is alive, brave and adrenaline pumped. The simulation Tobias looks lifeless, expressionless, emotionless. He walks over to me and whispers my name. I shudder at how much it sounds like the real Tobias. Simulation Tobias wraps his arms around my waist, leaning forward to kiss me but I pull away.

Real Tobias narrows his eyes, stepping forward and thrusting his way in between me and Simulation Tobias. "You will not sleep with my Tris." He says defiantly, his voice bold and confident. Not scary anymore. Reassuring. Safe.

And I realize, as Simulation Tobias fades away, that this fear isn't one of my fears anymore. I know Tobias would never do anything to hurt me. Never do anything against my will.

Because I love him, and he loves me.

A/N - HEHEHEE! I know, I know. Some of you are are thinking I missed a fear. Never fear! The landscapes are continued next chapter. Like a mini cliffhanger :) Well, you'll have something to look forward to anyways. All is explained! Revealed! Review and I might just post this week! :) You'll get to see Tobias's reaction. Anyways, like I said, the story might be coming to an end soon. BUT YOU'LL SEE! Thanks once again guys! You rule! :)