Hey guys! Sorry for the silence but I had no internet for the week. Now I am able to upload this adorable chapter!

Note: So I made a rookie mistake a few chapters ago. (The "six years later" one) I started off talking about the summer sun and ended with snow. so in order to make it all work, Bee's birthday is now DECEMBER sixth (it's changed if you go look back at it) and so this wearing coats and what not makes a little more sense. Sorry about that, but I didn't get a comment on it so that's good news... Any who, get to the story!

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There's a hint of a promise that spring is drawing near in the wind today as I forgo the scarf and gloves and settle for just a coat. The sidewalks are occupied by a more people than before, but there are still those in Chicago who won't put up with this kind of weather. Beside me, Bee is examining the melting ice from the trees, tucking her hair behind her ear and her cheeks a rosy color. As she's grown her features from Lauren have become a bit less prominent and seem to be more casual on her face. Her hair, that was so light as a child could have been deemed as white, now looks like gold flowing from her scalp. Her cheekbones are higher with maturity and her hooked nose accents her face in a way that was different from Lauren and makes me curious about her biologically father. We take the train quietly and wait for our stop, which we won't have to jump off the train to get to anymore...

Training at the old Dauntless headquarters was the best option. There were old apartments to house the soldiers, has all the proper training equipment, and a large kitchen the churned out delicious food and cake to feed the people of the faction. It has everything we need. All we need to do is wipe off some dust and turn the electricity back on. I head to Dauntless a day before our training officially starts and I take Bee along with me. Partly because I want to show her one of the places I came from, since she's seen Abnegation, and also to see where her mother Lauren used to live. The other reason is because I'll need someone to keep me calm as I walk down the empty hallways that used to be full of life and people with a buzz for adrenaline. Every place in the faction holds a memory of someone I lost. Uriah and Marlene in the dining hall, Lauren by the net, even Al in the chasm. And then there's Tris. Tris will be everywhere since, believe it or not, this is where we were the happiest, besides Amity perhaps. Every moment of her time in Dauntless I pounded in my mind. The net, the training room, the simulation room, the chasm, my apartment, all of it. And more than anything, I'm afraid her ghost will haunt me while I'm here, and I can't go through it alone.

"How many years were you here before the war?" Bee asks me as we wait for the empty train to stop for us.

"Only two years after transferring from Abnegation. But those two years were better than all my childhood years added together," she becomes silent with sympathy as we stand to exit the train. The train is at a complete stop and there is now a small bridge connecting from the track to the roof of dauntless. They added it a few years ago when they thought the faction building could be used as a museum but the plan failed to be pursued. I swallow hard while I cross the bridge and look down despite my fear. Below me is the ground that I have jumped across hundreds of times but never got to examine. I smile and make it to the roof.

We walk to the edge where we'll have to enter the building, Dauntless Style. I don't have to say a word because Bee knows by looking at the hole. "You've got to be kidding." I laugh. "I'll go first and help you out of the net." I stand on the edge. "This doesn't freak you out, Dad? You know with the heights and all." I face her and smile, stepping onto the ledge. "Not if I close my eyes" and I fall into the net blindly, feeling the tight rope press into my skin and my older muscles as I hit it and then spring back into the air. It hurts a little more this time around but I laugh as I look around. I'm here. It's been so long. Despite spending most of my time covering up my divergence, trying to keep myself, and eventually Tris, alive because of the danger Divergence was, I enjoyed my time here. I thrived in the fighting, releasing anger after years of tight shut lips and routine beatings. This is where I met Zeke and Shauna and others that I still connect with today. It seems as if I'm a transfer again, nervous about what I'll see, but feeling the freest I've ever had. Once I'm untangled from the net, I call up for Bee. There are many things Bee does that remind me of Tris, but jumping into the net isn't one of them. She screams with fear until she hits the net, and then it's a shriek of enthusiasm and laughter. I help her down and she adjusts her clothes, looking around.

The room is dark except for the emergency lights that paint the room red, but it's exactly as I remember it. The whole building is made of a light gray concrete with stairs that lead up to the main floor: the pit. I head to the wall were I know the switches will be and flip the switches. A buzzing sound is heard and the white fluorescent lights slowly come to life. Bee is still looking around curiously when I return to her side. "Follow me." I say and we head upstairs. Our feet make noise as we make it to the pit and I hear Bee gasp beside me, holding her necklace. "It's like a bee hive." I never even thought of that analogy before. But she's right: along the sides of the pit are small openings and hallways, leading to other parts of the faction. "Man, it must've gotten really dirty." I laugh, like a déjà vu moment when an erudite or candor commented on the cleanliness of out faction building. "No, that's just the way it is. This is the pit where the life of dauntless was at." I point to where the cafeteria is, and she comments on how that will be plenty of space to feed the soldiers. Her comment sends butterflies to my stomach as I realize she's 110% involved in our war despite every protest I've thrown her way.

We go to the training room. "This is where we'll be able to train all of them to be ready I'm combat." I look at her for a moment. She wants to help, wants to fight. There's no way I'm letting her come, but she does need to know how to defend herself. The switch flips and I become Four, the initiate trainer. "All right, get in the ring." She whips her gaze to me with confusion and I nod my head telling her to go. She gets in the ring. "You're small, so if you're every attacked, you need to take a defensive approach. Keep your face covered. But for purposes of training, I want you to try and hit me."

Her jaw drops. "You're joking, right?" I get in my fighting stance and shake my head. Her look is incredulous, but she bends her legs slightly and her face becomes determined. We spend a few minutes sparring, and I predict all of her moves. This makes her frustrated and she hits my right shoulder hard. I groan and close my eyes. "Damn," I whisper, "you'll be fine." Her grin is bright.

We head to the targets that are still hanging from the wall, an outline of a six foot man. Zeke had promised that all the weapons were still available for our use and I grin when I open the locked door, using the same passcode, and pull out a small hand gun. I slowly walk toward Bee, who's jaw is tight and eyes are looking anywhere but the weapon in my hands. "Bee, you need to learn."

She sighs. "I can't. I just. . ." My paternal side wants to put the gun down and hug her tightly, but the instructor within me wants to push her. I remember when Tris was afraid of guns after killing Will. I was so frustrated with her selfless ways that it just made me angry when she wouldn't use a gun. Bee, though, isn't in a life threatening situation right now, she doesn't have a death wish, and she's never killed anyone. I'm the first one to admit that it's hard to get over your fears but it is possible. "Bee," I start, pleading with my eyes, "You're going to need to learn how to shoot to protect yourself."

"But my mom-" her chin wobbles.

"Your mom was the best shot in the whole faction. If she had a gun that day, she'd be alive. Lauren would want you to know how to protect yourself. I want it, too." I hold it out to her, and she grabs it, her hand shaking. I go through the steps with her, turn the safety off, the firing stance, tight arms, aim, and shoot. It takes her a few deep breaths before she fires and it hits directly above where the heart is, more on the collarbone but not far from her target. She's panicking now, so I take the gun and set it on a nearby table. "You're okay. It can't hurt you when it's in your hands." Those words click in her brain and she rises, wipes her face, and we get a few more rounds in for the day.

After our muscles ache and our backs are covered in sweat, I lead her to the housing area, my feet naturally leading to my own apartment. I'm surprised to find that it's unlocked and I enter it. It's just how I left it, but with a thick layer of dust coating each object. Bee trails behind me taking in the apartment. "Was this place yours?" I nod as I head to the desk, looking for any left-over papers. I find the information about the initiates the year Tris was here and a letter from my mother when she asked to meet me. Those don't apply and I almost give up until I see a file titled: Erudite. I take the file just in case, take one quick look around and close my apartment door. Naturally this is where I'll sleep during training so it isn't a bittersweet goodbye to the old Tobias.

I point out a few more spots around Dauntless and accidently gesture where the one place I knew she'd be begging to see: the tattoo shop. I'm not surprised when she ignores my protests and walks in; turning on the lights for herself like it was her own bedroom. The orange light glows behind the glass plates that picture optional tattoos hanging from a column and Bee walks around admiring them. She grins as she picks up the arrow, one I distinctly remember Lauren having on her rib cage. She holds it in her hands facing me. "No," I immediately answer. She raises her eyebrows. "Coming from the guy whose back is more ink than skin? Really," she mumbles and I cross my arms. She sighs. "Come on, Dad. Please." She looks down at the arrow while she continues, "my mom had this tattoo. When I asked her why she got an arrow, she said 'my father used to say in the midst of turmoil, we must be like arrows; always moving forward after shot and never straying too far from the path'. I want something to remind me of her. Please."

I sigh, feeling guilty and roll my eyes. "Fine. Where do you want it?" Her smile is dazzling and she points to her right shoulder blade. She removes her coat and over shirt and pushes her tank strap to the side. Luckily I figured out how to do this while watching Tori prepare to ink my skin numerous times. I place the black palm-sized pad on the spot and press the button. We hear a soft buzz as it works and I know Bee is grinning. Once I remove it, I let her look at it by holding up a mirror behind her as she stands in front of another mirror. She smiles and wipes a stray tear from her eyes. I smile too, realizing how happy she is to have a piece of her mother with her. If I knew getting the arrow tattoo meant this much to her, I would've let her get one when she first moved in with me. She looks around and picks up another tattoo plate, one that makes me catch my breath. Three black crows against the light orange glass lay in her hands. She catches my expression and looks at me questioningly. I swallow before beginning. "That was Tris' tattoo." My initial guess of her reaction to what I said would be to set the tattoo down and leave, but Bee surprises me. "I'll need her courage. I'd like to have this as a reminder of the woman I was named after." I nod and she points to her left wrist. I place the pad once more on her skin, and we're silent this time. I remove the pad again and look down. The crows soar against her skin and I am once again reminded of Tris when I look at her. But Bee already bears the symbols in a different way than Tris. Tris' crows represented her family members. Bee's crows serve as a reminder of strength. Bee smiles at me and I look into her eyes, seeing determination and bravery, like the crows and arrow inked on her skin caused her to bloom with power. The war paint is on, and I can clearly see what lies ahead.

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So I am now officially out of pre-written chapters. Hopefully I'll get a flow and write a couple ahead of time. Thanks so much for reading! Leave a review why don't ya!