I know I said I wouldn't update but I found some time. Longest chapter I've ever written! Ferris wheel scene. Fourtris activated, yo!

TRIS POV

Some want offensive, some want defensive, and some want to split it up more or less equally.

I walk to one of the horses and lean on it. I think about what I would say if my I could shout above all the others. What would I say? We need to find high ground. I look toward the Ferris wheel, and a plan starts to form in my mind. I look toward the crowd arguing and make up my mind. I creep around the carousel and walk quietly towards the Ferris wheel, holding my gun to me so that it doesn't make noise. I stare at the wheel and notice a ladder going about halfway up the wheel. I know that it was built to hold weight, and this slightly reassures me. I test the first rung by slightly jumping on it.

"Tris," I hear from behind me. I don't even flinch, and I calmly turn around to the familiar voice.

"What do you want, Four?" I ask impatiently. I just want to climb this thing.

"Well, I'm team captain. I wanted to know what you think you're doing."

"I don't think I'm doing anything." I retort, and climb up on the first rung.

"All right." I'm coming. Even under the overcast clouds of the today, his white smile still shines.

"I can handle myself," I say, and feel myself getting angry at the thought that he underestimates me, though I see none of that in his eyes.

"Undoubtedly," He responds, and even though I don't hear the sarcasm, it has to be there. It must be.

I start climbing, and even though he had to cross the short distance between us, he climbs faster than me and he is soon directly underneath me. I hear his breaths get heavier, and when I look down his face is bright red.

"Are you okay?" I ask, and he stops for a second, hands shaking on the rungs.

"Are you human, Tris? Being up this high… It doesn't scare you at all?" I ponder his words for a moment. If I fall now, I will die. But I do not think I will fall. I keep climbing, struggling with the winds that are blowing harder at this height. The wind blows me strongly to one side, and Four clamps one of his hands around my waist and pushes me back into the center of the rung, one of his fingers finding a strip of skin between my waistband and the hem of my t-shirt. I stay there for a few seconds, unable to breathe, the skin where he touched me tingling.

"Are you all right?" He asks quietly, and I remember where I am and what I am doing.

"Yes," I strain, and I silently count to three in my head. We continue to climb, and I feel my heart racing. I don't understand why, however, since I'm not afraid of heights. The height makes every fiber of my being alive with electricity.

That's when I realize it. It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I'm about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst in to flames. I hold my breath and we soon reach the platform. I see Four pull himself up and lean against the railing, while I prefer to dangle my legs over the edge.

"You're afraid of heights." I say bluntly, and Four just stares at me.

"It's a common thing. There's no reasoning behind it, I just don't like them."

"If you're afraid of heights, why did you come up here with me? How do you survive in the Dauntless building, with all the pathways that have no railings, and the climbing wall in gym class?" I ask, and he looks away.

"I ignore my fear. When I make decisions, I pretend it doesn't exist." I just stare at him. There is six inches between us. I somehow wish the space was smaller. It is a stupid thing to think when I am one hundred feet off the ground.

I have been staring too long.

"What?" He asks me, and I turn away.

"Nothing." I can't imagine living like him, acting in spite of my fear as he does. Then again… what are my fears? It is a very superficial thing to think. I am afraid of a lot of things, but that does not mean that I truly fear it. Spiders, I fear like everyone else, but I do not start hyperventilating whenever I see one, I simply don't like them. As we sit there, I ponder what it means to be afraid and what it means to have a fear.

Four clears his throat.

"I'm sorry, didn't we come here for a reason?" His voice sends shivers down my spine, and I almost don't register what he says.

"Oh!" I say, and stand. I can't see anything however, and notice something. We're not high enough.

"We need to keep climbing."

"God, Tris."

"You don't need to come with me." I say, annoyed with the fact that he insists on tagging along, as if he doubts me, and yet flattered that he wants to stay with me. I look back down at the field, and see that there are less people than there was when we left, a search party must have been sent out. I look up and see the bars evening out, the wheel's scaffolding. I reach up and test a bar, then place my feet strategically, and start steadily climbing. Four soon joins me, and even in the near darkness of the overcast sky I can clearly see his hands are bright red and shaking.

I stop, and look back down at the field. Over near a clump of trees, I can faintly see a pulsing light, indicating the flag of the other team.

"Look," I point, and Four follows my gaze.

"Of course. They put the flag in a clearing where the surrounding trees can offer some protection. Obviously not enough." He says, and his smile makes my head unfocused.

"Umm…" I say, clearing my throat. "Start climbing. I'll follow you." He reaches down, his long legs easily finding a foot hold.

I reach down slowly and put my weight on a bar, not noticing the rust that lines the edges. The bar falls and clatters to the ground, hitting several more on the way down. I am now dangling in midair, legs swinging.

"Four!" I yell, and see my fingers turning red, except for the knuckles, which are sickeningly white.

"Four!" I yell again, and he starts rapidly scaling down the wheel.

"Hold on! Just hold on, I've got you!" He yells back, but I don't understand. He should be coming towards me, not away from me. Maybe this is a test. Maybe this is a test of my bravery. I look up at my hands and immediately regret it. My hands are turning purple. I will slip. I will slip. Four reaches the bottom. I close my eyes and wait for death, but refusing to let go. I will not give up without a fight. I hear some clanking and feel the wind swoosh up. The wheel is moving… down. Four turned on the wheel. Four turned on the wheel.

Our team members are going to be so pissed.

I look down, and realize that if I do not fall at the right moment, the wheel will drag my body along with it, and then I will be really dead. I look down at the ground, the wind increasing as the wheel goes faster. As soon as I see the cracks in the sidewalk, I fall and roll. I look up to see a car hurtling down like a giant foot about to crush me and roll to safety, the car barely skimming my shoulder.

I lay on the ground, my hands covering my eyes. I hear footsteps, and Four's there. He's prying my hands away from my face. He holds my hand in both of his, and I notice that it fits perfectly. I know exactly how much space is between us. Six inches. One of us leans forward, but I don't know who it is.

Less than six inches.

Four pulls me up and smiles at me. If we were anything other than Dauntless, he would ask if I was alright, but of course, we are, so he simply takes my elbow and leads me back to the team at the carousel.

When we get back, the team starts yelling at us.

"Did you turn on the wheel? You might as well just wave a flag and yell, 'Come and get us!'" Says one girl, and I wince inwardly.

"Actually, we did something good. Unlike you, Tris did something and climbed the wheel. Thanks to her, we actually have a plan now." Four retorts, and everyone's gaze slowly shifts from Four to me, as if realizing I was there for the first time. I realize they're waiting for the plan. Somehow, one pops into my mind.

"Split up. Four people go to one side of the clearing and distract them, and three people sneak up behind and grab the flag." I say, and I reward myself with and inwardly high five. That actually sounded better out loud than in my head.

"Well," Marlene says, clapping her hands together, and effectively breaking the tension. "Let's get this night over with, shall we?" We break into a chorus of yells and whoops as we figure out who will be going where. It is decided that Christina and I will be part of the three that sneak up and grab the flag, and we start running. Christina is in front of me, and I realize that even if it was my plan and my information that got us there, it all means nothing if I don't grab the flag. I start running harder even though I am already short of breath, and match my short strides to her long ones.

We finally reach the clearing, and shortly after we hear the puff of paintballs and the splats of them hitting their targets as the other half provides with a distraction. Uriah shoots the last guard, a girl with purple hair, and she throws her paintball gun down in frustration, stomping the ground. Christina and I both reach up into the tree where the flag is, and I realize I can't reach it.

"Come on Tris. You know you can't reach it. And you're already the hero of the day." She says, and she gives me a patronizing look, like the one a parent gives a child if they act too grown up. I retract my arm. She is right, of course. I have already proven myself; I do not want to be greedy. Then what is this feeling in my stomach. She grabs the flag and turns away from me with a whoop. The rest of the team rushes to her and hold her arm higher, celebrating the victory. I cannot reach her arm so I just stand off to the side, smiling. Four touches my shoulder, startling me.

"Well done." He states, and I hear some sadness in his voice. Why would he be sad for me? I got the information. That should be all that matters. He should be happy that I am not selfish. We all run back to the school with me short of breath, as usual.

Sorry for all the repetitiveness from the book. By the way, I know these lines by heart. I didn't refer to the book ONCE. I know, you're proud of me.

~Natacha