Four teaches me some more Dauntless techniques-including how to fight. I am not especially good at it, but it was worth a shot, and at least I now know that if I ever get attacked from behind, to use my elbows and wrench them back, and if I get attacked from my front, to either throw a punch, or kick.

If Four is nervous about his rematch at the game 'Capture The Flag,' he does not let on. He looks as normal, and mysterious as he always is.

"So, why would you agree to a rematch?" I ask. "It's not like you need to prove yourself worthy here."

Four shrugs, leaning against a wall, as I try kicking the bag again. "It's just...this year, my team won out of luck. We did nothing strategic, or clever to win. We could have done better if we tried." He explains.

This comment makes me think Four pushes himself too hard. He trains initiates, and works another job. He takes any challenge he can, and wins. It is no wonder I've seen initiates (not including Uriah, Marlene, and Lynn, since they know him personally.) fear and respect him, as if he were a Dauntless leader.

"What rank were you?" I ask Four. It couldn't have been to great, if he works on a computer, and trains initiates for a few months.

"I was first." He says. I almost fall hearing that.

"Um..." Is all I can manage out. From what I know, the highest ranked person can get any job, and have a shot at being a leader. If Four was first, he could be representing Dauntless in the council.

"To answer the question in your brain." Four says, taking a knife on the table, near the wall where he leans. He twirls the knife between his fingers, like it's just a toothpick. " I didn't want a government job."

"Why?" I say before the word processes in my mind, the punching bag in front of me forgotten.

"You know how corrupt Eric is? What makes you think the other leaders are any different, any less cruel?" He questions, his face red.

"But you could change that." I point out, walking closer to him. "You can make it better here, and in the city."

He shrugs. "I just don't want to, Tris." He says. "You wanna work on knife throwing?

I nod, fully aware that he is controlling his anger, and changing the subject. He hands me the knife, looking at his shoes as he does. I go in front of the target, and practice stance first. It may be foolish, but stance matters a lot when learning to aim. I then try without a knife, targeting my best chance to throw it. I feel silly, and stupid, throwing invisible knives, but I want to learn how to do this right. Four comes next to me, but I don't look at him. I need to focus, and it takes a lot of my will power to look at the board, instead of turning to him scowling, and asking him what he wants.

"Hurry up with that knife, Stiff." Four says impatiently. "We have to be by the trains in fifteen minutes."

I nod, not taking my eyes off the bulls eye. I have an idea of how it might work now, so I throw the knife. To my surprise, it hits the middle spinning blade to handle, but sadly does not stick.

"Not bad." For says nodding, impressed. "We can work on it more soon. We have to hurry, come on." He says, grabbing my arm and pulling me with him toward the tracks.

Once we arrive, a whole crowd of people wait to be on the train. Four orders me to go next to the initiates, and I oblige. I stand next to Christina, who doesn't seem to mind my presence.

"I'm glad you're here." She whispers. "I like Will and Al and all, but it sometimes gets a little irritating to be the only girl."

I nod, agreeing with her. It would be awkward being the only girl in a group, but I can only imagine what that's like. I feel a little pity for Uriah, being the only boy, when it's with Marlene, Lynn, and I. No wonder he looks up to Four. He's the only boy he can talk to besides his brother.

The train comes, and the more experiences Dauntless leap into the carts. The younger initiates, and I, take a deep breathe before jumping in. I look back and see Eric, the Dauntless leader jump in. Following him is Four, who grabs the handle and pulls himself in, as if he had been doing it all his life.

"Let's choose the transfers first." Eric states, and I realize how venomous his words are, like if anyone dare speaks up to him, he'd set you on fire.

Four however, takes the challenge by saying, "Let's just pick people at random, it'll be faster." He disagrees.

Eric glares at Four, and Four glares back. The whole entire crowd watches them, probably expecting a fight. I would too, if I wasn't looking at Four in wonderment. He refuses to be a leader, but speaks out against one, and is willing to fight for it, even if it is a silly thing like how to choose people for a team.

"Fine." Eric says. "But I get to choose five people first, and you have to choose four. Then we choose one by one."

"Fine. I don't need more people to win." Four says a small grin on his face that looks almost predatory.

Eric scowls but chooses five people immediately. "Peter, Al, Drew, Molly, Lynn, get over here." He barks.

Once they walk over, Four speaks, but has to yell, since the Dauntless are now whispering to each other. "Tris, Will, Uriah, Marlene." He says.

"Picking the weak?" Eric chuckles, and my face feels hot as I walk over to Four. "Gabe." Eric says.

"Christina."

I stop listening as Eric and Four call out more people, and soon the crowd of Dauntless is now split into two, Eric's team surprisingly bigger, while ours are build narrow, excluding a few people.

If these two sides are to fight each other, Eric's team would win, but I suspect capture the flag isn't a game of strength: it is a game of strategy and speed. I adjust the paintball gun that I retrieved from Four, and put the strap against my chest.

When it is time to jump, Eric's team jumps off first, Eric going last. He looks at Four, pointedly, as if jumping off the train before him shows how he is better than him.

When it is our turn, I feel nervous. What if I don't jump as well as the others, and what if they say I don't jump like a true Dauntless? What if this is the first time I actually fall?

I jump after Will, taking a few breathes before I do. I look back, and Four is the only one left from our team. He waits for me to jump.

I bend my knees and leap, and when I do, I run a few more steps so I don't fall flat on my face. I smile.

Four walks right next to me. I gape at him. He walks ahead of me speed walking toward the team, and he does so casually, like he just walked down the stairs and started walking on flat ground again, instead of jumping off a speeding train.

I try catching up to him, but it seems like he doesn't want me to. I frown, slowing down my pace. Of course he doesn't want to be near me in front of the other Dauntless. I would just get in his way.

I scowl. He thinks that I am an embarrassment, or he wouldn't feel the need to avoid me in front of a crowd.

I need to prove him-them-wrong.

I stay near Christina and Will, since Uriah is near Four, and so is Marlene.

"Can't believe Al got picked on the other team again." Says Will shaking his head, his pale green eyes closed. "He's going to be miserable when their team loses again."

Christina laughs, and I smile a bit as well. It's admirable, how much faith Will has on our team.

"Let's go to the carousel again." Will shouts, once we're far from Eric's team. "Eric's team will rule out that option, since we were there last time-reverse psychology."

They all shrug and follow suit. Four doesn't say anything either, so we head toward Navy Pier. As we get closer, I am able to spot the Ferris Wheel. It is old and rusty now, but I imagine how it might have looked years ago when it actually worked. I imagine white rungs, and red carts.

When we reach the carousel-a circle of eerie, scratched horses, under a gazebo-like roof-Four leans on the white horse, with one eye scratched out. It's paint withers.

"We have to make a plan-a good one this time. We almost lost last time, and won by sheer luck. And Eric's going to give all he has for this game, so we have to up our game as well." Four shouts, authority raining out from his deep voice.

"We should send a small search party, and look for their flag, while the rest of us hide behind trees and attack if the other team gets too close to the flag, and some other people should guard the flag right up front." Christina says, babbling a little.

"No, that would take too much time, and with low chances. Lets hide the flag somewhere good, and then look for their flag all together. If we have guards protecting the flag, they'll know where it is. If we hide it in a place without people watching it, they'll move on. Why search a place that has no guards?" Uriah says.

A dozen other people start arguing, some defending another's plan, other making their own. My voice feels too small to shout over them, and I doubt any of them would listen, or if I had any ideas to begin with.

I look around, and notice Four does not acknowledge the arguments. He just looks up at the sky, dotted with stars, since there are no lights to hide them-city ordinances say to turn off the lights by midnight.

I see the muscles in his biceps as he folds his arms, and how is gun is strapped against his chest like mine, his shirt tight enough so I can see his collarbone, but loose enough that I can't see how his abdomen is shaped. His eyes gleam from the moonlight, so they look like a brighter shade of blue then they really are. His ears stick out on the side of his head, and his nose is hooked. His lips are spare on the upper, and for the bottom lip, they are full.

I look away quickly as I realize I have been staring at him for too long, and what I have been looking at. I shouldn't be so focused on him, after all, he refused to associate with me in public.

You don't know who your real friends are until you see how they act around you in front of other people.

A chill goes through me. I called Four my friend, though I see him more as an instructor, like the other initiates, and I think he sees me as one of the transfers.

I refocus on the game, but the crowd keeps on arguing. It seems that people are now arguing on how much to send on a search party, and who should guard.

I frown. We won't know anything about where the other team lies without scouting for them first. And to that is to elevate to a high point to see the location of the other teams direction.

I look at the Ferris wheel behind me, and back at the crowd of Dauntless in front of me.

That is when I start walking to the huge wheel, without another choice in my mind.

I jump as I step on the rung, to see if it will crumble beneath me. To my surprise and pleasure, it does not.

"Tris." I low voice says beneath me, his voice soothing almost. I'd know it anywhere.

"Yes, Four?" I say as casually as possible. I sound like I've been caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?"

"Climbing a Ferris wheel." I say, like I've done it a thousand times before, although inside, I am a shaking, nervous wreck.

"I don't suppose there would be a way to get you down." He says sighing.

I look down and give him a look.

"Didn't think so." He says, expecting my answer. "Wait up, I'm coming."

"Why?" I growl. "I can do this on my own, you know. You don't have to follow me." I say, that need to prove myself surfacing on me, and burning my skin, bubbling like lava.

"I don't? Really now." He says, and I have a strong urge to smack him.

"Really." I repeat climbing a few more rungs.

"Too bad." He says, and I hear him climbing after me, though I have a head start. Maybe he is coming with me so he can take credit for some of the fame, but I know that's not it. Four doesn't care about fame, which means he is coming for me. I don't know whether to be flattered by that and smile, or to be irritated and smack him upside the head.

"I'll be fine on my own." I assure him, but I know once Four starts something, he is not going to give up.

"Undoubtedly." He replies, sarcastically probably. His voice is closer, which means he is catching up to me.

I keep climbing until I see a reasonable place to stop: on a platform. We are however, several hundred yards below it.

"So...what do you think the point of this exercise is. The game, not the climbing." He says, his voice croaked.

"To..." I breathe out, nervously. I don't know why. The height does not scare me. "To learn about strategy. Team work, possibly." I say.

"Teamwork." He says, and laughs, but it sounds too panicky to be a laugh.

"It doesn't seem like a Dauntless priority." I admit.

"It used to be. It's supposed to be." He says yearningly. His breathes are deep, and shallow.

"Four?" I ask, grabbing another rung. "Are you okay?"

"Are you human, Tris?" He retorts back. "Being up this high, it doesn't scare you at all?"

I don't realize how high I've climbed. I stop, and look down. I see myself falling, hitting rungs as I do, my bones bending and cracking.

And of course, at that moment a big blow of wind hits my side, and I shriek and lose my grip on one hand, and my left foot jumps. I feel a cold hand on my waist, firm and strong. Four squeezes my waist, and guides me back to the rung. I hold my breathe as I feel one of his fingers glide over the skin above my waistline, and my face feels hot, but I don't think it is because of the almost falling off thing.

"You okay?" He asks concerned. I nod, a little shakily.

Keep going. I tell myself. And I do, and Four still follows me.

We climb, rung by rung, until we reach the platform. I swing myself over it, my legs dangling under the wind, which blows my hair across my face. I look back at Four, who leans as far away from the edge as possible, leaning back, and breathing hard. His eyes focus above him.

"You're afraid of heights." I say. "How do you survive in the Dauntless compound?" I ask, thinking about all the glass floors, and high elevation.

"I ignore my fear." He replies. His eyes close. "When I make decisions, I pretend it doesn't exist."

I can't stop myself from staring at him. I knew the Dauntless weren't fearless when I went through my fear landscape. Four said six fears was a low number, which means other Dauntless had to have a number of fears. I never really thought about what a person would do if that fear turned out to be real life. Four ignores his fears, but what if he ever comes across a moment in his life where he has to acknowledge his fear? Will he run from it? Face it? Overcome it?

"What?" He murmurs. I have been staring at him for too long.

"Nothing." I say looking away. My cheeks feel hot, and I am glad that it is dark, so he doesn't see me blush. I look at the setting, trying to see where the other team is. But a building blocks my path.

I look above me at the maze of bars from the wheels scaffolding. Maybe, just maybe, I can climb it, wedging my foot between the supports and crossbars.

"I'm going up." I announce to Four.

"Four God's sake, Stiff."

"You don't have to follow me." I tell him, and place my right foot between two bars.

"Yes, I do." I grumbles, and he follows me. He pulls himself easily, which I think is rather unfair, considering how exhausted I am already. He barely breaks a sweat. He is however, panicking. I can tell, the way his hands shake a little, and how his muscles are clenched.

I keep climbing, and I focus on places to shove my foot into for me to climb, looking up every few seconds to see anything that can help us.

I laugh inwardly. I'm risking my life to play a game in a faction that is not mine.

The next time I look up, I am able to have a clear view of the skyline. I see the city, and my heart leaps, happily. I feel alive, and free. The sight is beautiful. I can even see the Hub, and I feel connected to Abnegation here, even when I am betraying them being here in Dauntless.

And then I see a light on the ground, moving around inside a camouflage of trees.

"Look." I say, pointing at the light. "See that?"

Four halts to a stop once he is directly behind me. I look back and see his chin. When I am this close to him, I see a scar on it, and I also notice how his lips go downward, like mine.

"Yeah." He says, as his downward lips turn up in a smile, his lips curling. "At the end of the pier, near the park. Figures. It has open space, but the trees hide them well. Obviously not enough."

"Okay." I say turning, so that I am facing him, my hands clutching the bars that are now behind me. I realize how close he is to me, how tall he is. I notice how his jaw clenches , and how he has some facial hair near his jawline.

"Um." I say, biting my lip. I clear my throat, and continue. "Start climbing down. I'll follow you.

He nods, and takes a step down. His legs are long, and his body is lean, so it is simple for him to wedge his foot between the bars of the scaffolding.

I step on one crossbar, and it creaks. It falls, and I gasp, clawing for something to hang on to, and I grasp a bar. My feet swing in mid-air, and I am too short to place my foot on another.

"Four!" I shout.

"Hold on!" He yells back. "I have an idea."

He climbs further down, and at first I think he is leaving me here, and I feel betrayed. A part of me knew that I shouldn't have trusted Four to tell him I wanted to choose Dauntless, about faction before blood. He was too vague, and he never even told me his real name.

I close my eyes. If I do slip, I will try to grab another rung Then maybe I can climb the rest of the way. But I don't The part of me, that sees no logic, and does everything through intuition, tells me to stay, to trust Four, that he wouldn't especially leave me up here.

I hear a long creaking moan. I feel like something is pulling my downward. The wheel moves, and I am getting closer to ground.

I sigh with relief, and let out a laugh. It is better to laugh, than be tense, so that is what I do.

I need to fall soon, or else the carts will drag my body across, and that would be painful, and not to mention the fact that it would kill me.

I drop to the ground, and fall on my knees, crumpling to the floor. I don't think-I just roll, and the cement scrapes my cheek, and I feel gravel on my chin. I roll just under a car, but it does not hit me-it just skims my shoulder.

A sigh that relieves all my tension. I cover my face with my hands. I hear Four walk up to me. His long fingers wrap around my wrists. He tugs gently, and my palms wall from my cheeks. He guides my hand between both of his own, and they relax the soreness of my knuckles. I can't breathe.

"You all right?"

"Yeah." I say. I still don't breathe.

He let's out a laugh, and I blink wondering if he lost some of his sanity up on the wheel. But soon, I laugh too, and he pulls me up. I am just the height of his collarbone, and I breathe in his scent. He smells like sweat and metal-like the training room. We are close again-about six inches between us. The wheel moves behind us, and whips my hair around my head, just like it did when I was climbing it.

I scold Four on our way back. "You do realize that the if the Ferris wheel was turned on before we climbed it, we could have rode all the way to the top."

"I didn't know it worked." Four says, and I see his grin in the darkness. "I took a risk. Come, let's go steal us a flag.

He freezes for a few seconds, hesitant. Then his smile broadens, and he takes my arm, and pulls me with him to where the rest of our team awaits us.

ALOT OF YOU HAVE BEEN ASKING ME TO UPDATE THIS STORY... I MEAN LIKE THIRTY PEOPLE. SO I HAD TO UPDATE THIS ONE :) I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. I'LL PROBABLY UPDATE INSURGENT: FOUR'S STORY NEXT, SO YEAH, THANK YOU PEOPLE!

PS: To the guest who said "when will tobias and tris get together!update this one and do some fourtris,"

They'll get together when they get together. Enjoy the plot, not just the romance. I'll do fourtris when I feel it is the right time for them.

AND TO PolkaDotHeart: thanks for the advise, I think I will...writing the one shots do help me think of new plots. The thing with this plot line is, is that I know how I want it to end, and I know what I want to add, it's just that I want to find a way to make it unique, and simple, but I also want to do it in Veronica Roth's style, so the character sounds like Tris...

ALSO can you guys tell me if Tris gets to off character, or Tobias for the matter, or any character. I want this to be as on character as possible, or else it won't be a fun fanfiction to read :)