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Tris

Caleb and I climb out of the closet and together face Evelyn. She stares at us, her head tilted in that strange way

"You're the last person that Tobias trusts, not to mention the fact that I don't trust you either." I breathe.

She looks down at the carpet, arms folded across her chest.

"I know you don't trust me, but he does right now and that's all that matters."

Her voice is soft, genuine, but I've heard it all before.

Caleb raises his eyebrows.

"Are you saying you want to help us?"

Evelyn nods slowly.

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

I let out a low guttural laugh.

"Right, because you didn't try and have me killed and ruin my relationship with your son."

"Okay. You're right. I did those things." She says in a calm voice, eyes roaming my face. "…and I still don't like you and I can't take them back but…I never should've gone to Marcus in the first place. I should've known better but I didn't and now everything is completely out of control."

I cross my arms over my chest and start pacing the room.

I don't want her help.

I don't want her here at all.

"Tris…" Caleb says and I lift my eyes to meet his.

"Think about it. The people he knows and trusts right now are Marcus and Evelyn. If you take her with you it might be easier to get through to him."

"Listen to your brother, Beatrice."

"Ugh, why do people think they can call me that? It's TRIS."

She lets out a small sigh.

"I apologize. It's hard for those of us who knew you in abnegation to call you the name that you've chosen."

I look up at Caleb and he nods a little bit.

"That's true."

I let out a frustrated noise and close my eyes for a moment. I take in a deep breath before I open them again.

I can't deny the fact that she may be of use to me and really at this point I'd do anything in the world for Tobias.

"Does he really trust you right now?"

She nods a little.

"Marcus fed him some ridiculous story about a happy, carefree childhood—"

"You mean the one he should have had?"

"Tris." Caleb reprimands me and I can't help but roll my eyes.

"That must've been exactly what you wanted." I shrug. "Why the change of heart?"

She pauses for a moment and then lifts her shoulders slightly.

"It isn't, actually. I wanted Tobias to trust me on his own, not because he barely remembers who I am."

I want to believe she's being genuine but I've spent so much time hating her that I don't know if I can manage it

"He trusts me for now but…he knows there are things we're not telling him. Tobias is really smart. I've been trying to convince Marcus of that for years."

I watch her for a moment, taking her in.

For the first time, I think I understand her.

She's a woman who's only real purpose in life was to be a mother and she lost it because of Marcus and she'll never really get it back….because of me.

Because Tobias shut her out and replaced the love he wanted from her with mine.

I understand why she wants me out of the way, but it doesn't make me like her any better.

"Okay…" I say softly. "Alright…you can help."

She nods slowly.

I turn a little to face Caleb.

"I will meet you in the cellar as soon as I can. Go and help Gabe as much as you can in the mean time."

Caleb nods at me his eyes not leaving my face.

"Tris, please be careful."

I smile a little.

"I'm always careful."

He takes one last look at me before leaving the room.

I turn to face Evelyn.

"For the record Evelyn, I never wanted to take him from you. I wanted to share." I take a few steps closer to her so that I'm inches away from her face. "…but I will be damned if I let anyone or anything hurt him. If you try and pull anything I swear on my parents' grave I will shoot you without even a second glance."

She doesn't say a word as I walk out of the door.

I hear her footsteps behind me a couple seconds later.

Tobias/Four

"Tobias, Peter. This is Uriah, he's going to help us with the Tris Prior problem we're having."

I shrug.

"Why do we need extra help? I don't even really need Peter." I say my voice taking on an agitated tone.

"Yeah right." Peter says from the corner of the room.

"Seriously," I press.

"If I have to be the one to kill her I want to do it alone."

Marcus grins.

"I just think having Uriah here will throw her off a little bit. You know, give you a nice advantage."

I let out a small sigh.

Uriah's expression is blank, like he isn't really here at all, just following instruction.

Peter starts talking to Marcus and I instantly tune out.

I met Peter yesterday and I haven't liked him since.

I tend to tune him out because nothing he says ever matters.

"Tobias?"

I look up at the sound of my name and find that Marcus, Uriah and Peter are all staring at me.

"What?"

"Peter and Uriah are going to find her and bring her to you. Where would you prefer the action to occur?"

I shrug.

"I don't know. The roof, I guess."

Marcus watches me for a moment, his eyes boring into me.

For about a half a second I worry that he knows that I saw her, but then he reaches out touches my shoulder.

"Tobias, I know you don't understand right now, but trust me; you'll thank me for it later. She's your greatest weakness."

I nod.

"Right." I let out a tiny sigh. "I guess I'll head up there now then." I mumble and then I scoot my chair back and leave the room without a second glance.

I picked the roof because it's high up and I don't know that I'll actually be able to shoot her.

If we're on the roof it might be a little easier to simply push her, or trick her into falling all on her own.

I climb the stairs two at a time and eventually push the door to the roof open.

It is an incredibly frustrating thing when you don't remember anything past what you had for breakfast two days ago.

My mind is blank and all I have to go on is what people tell me.

What my father tells me.

Only, some of it doesn't add up and the confusion is almost unmanageable.

I know what he wants me to do.

Kill Tris Prior.

But how do I kill someone that I hardly know?

According to Marcus, I do know her, but I don't remember knowing her.

Marcus insists that she's done reprehensible things but I can't remember that either.

I don't even remember when my birthday is, or what my favorite color is or where I grew up.

I don't even really recognize my own name.

He's afraid of me coming face to face with her and I know it, but I can't figure out why. I can tell that he thinks when and if I see her that something will shift.

It doesn't really matter I suppose, because I've already seen her, huddled in the closet and nothing has changed.

She didn't look dangerous or like a murderer.

I know I should've called for Peter and just taken her out then but I just…didn't want to.

There's so much about Marcus' story that is unclear.

I don't want to make the wrong decision.

I lean on the roof bar railing and look below me for a moment.

Instant nausea flows through me.

I take a couple steps back.

Apparently, heights are not my thing.

Great.

"Tobias…"

I turn around and find Evelyn standing in the entryway.

I like Evelyn and I trust her more than I trust Marcus, but there's still something off there, but it's easier to call her Mom than to call him Dad.

"Hey…you shouldn't be up here. Tris is somewhere in the building and Peter and Uriah are working on bringing her up here."

She nods a little bit.

"Yes, I know. I don't think they're going to find her anytime soon, though."

I stare at her for a moment, my eyebrows furrowing.

"Why not?"

Before she can answer, the girl from the closet sneaks around the entryway to the roof.

"Because she's with me." Evelyn finally finishes.

The first thing that strikes me about her is that she's so small.

I could break her in half if I was really trying.

How is this person supposed to be dangerous again?

Something goes through me at the sight of her that I can't really explain but it makes my stomach feel like it's going to turn in on itself.

She is so familiar and it is right at the edge of my brain but I can't quite get to it.

"Tobias…" She breathes and I can hear all the anxiety in her voice.

She doesn't sound like someone who wants me-or anyone else for that matter-dead.

My hand twitches towards the gun in my waistband but Tris shakes her head quickly.

"No, wait!" She holds a hand out towards me.

"Do I look like I want to hurt you?"

My hand pauses where it is.

"Tobias, can you trust me when I say that you don't want to hurt her?" Evelyn says.

I drag my eyes away from Tris to look at Evelyn.

I don't know.

I don't know if I can trust her.

Marcus would have a conniption if he knew that I was even entertaining the idea that Tris Prior isn't the ultimate evil.

"Tobias." Evelyn presses. "There are a lot of things you don't know, and I don't have time to explain them all to you right now, I just need you to trust me when I say that Tris is your ally and you do not want to kill her. You need to help her."

"Tobias…" the voice comes from Tris.

"You have to remember something, anything."

Her eyes are pleading with me, desperate.

There's something there…it's just too far on the edge for me to really grasp.

"I know you don't trust Marcus." Evelyn says. "It's with good reason, he isn't what he says he is, none of this is for the greater good."

I believe her, not necessarily because I trust her, but because I've known everything Marcus was telling me was a load of crap since day one.

"We need your help, love." She says quietly. "We need to get you and Tris out of here."

I shake my head quickly.

"That's impossible. He's never going to let that happen."

Evelyn shakes her head.

"I know, but we have to try."

I look from her to Tris and confusion overwhelms me.

I have no idea what is going on and I just wish someone would tell me the truth.

Tris opens her mouth to speak again, but a loud siren sound goes off before she can get a word out.

Tris glances around frantically and it strikes me for the first time that she's scared.

It also strikes me that I don't particularly like that she's scared.

The instinct to protect her is almost instant.

I know what that siren sound means.

It's the alarm.

They know.

"They know you're up here." I say quietly.

"What?"

"They know you're here, they're coming." I take her arm, slightly more aggressively than I mean to and shove her into the back corner of the roof, hidden by a pile of trash.

They'd be able to see her if they were really looking for her but I plan on deflecting them.

"Stay quiet if you want to survive."

Evelyn moves closer to me as the roof door bursts open and Marcus comes in surrounded by Peter and Uriah and three of his guards.

He stares at me for a moment.

"Where is she, Tobias?"

I shrug.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I heard the alarm but she's not up here. I was just starting to worry because it was taking Peter and Uriah so long. I was just about to go and ask what was going on."

"Yeah right, he's lying!" Peter exclaims.

Marcus holds up a hand to silence him.

"Relax Peter. I know when my son is lying to me." He tilts his head a little, his eyes locked on mine.

My palms start to sweat under his gaze but I don't let my nerves show in my face.

He lifts his eyes to look at Evelyn.

"What are you doing up here?"

She shrugs a little bit.

"I…wanted to speak with my son. I didn't realize that you were having him murder the girl today."

How she has the confidence to goad him like that I will never know.

He looks between the two of us.

"You may go now." He says to Evelyn.

It is a command, not a question.

Evelyn exchanges a significant look with me and then heads to the roof door.

Marcus turns to the three guards.

"Search every floor of this building until you find her and bring her here to Tobias."

The guards don't waste any time in marching towards the door.

Marcus turns from me to follow them but Peter and Uriah stay behind.

"What?" I say in an annoyed voice.

"You're lying. I know it." Peter says, malice coating his tone.

"Do you really want to fight me, Peter? I don't think Marcus would like it very much."

"He didn't even want you before he took all your memories away."

I roll my eyes.

"What are you even talking about? The jealousy is really not becoming on you, Peter."

"He was fine with having me as his second, you know. He didn't need you. He still doesn't."

"Look, I'm giving you the opportunity to walk away before I break your jaw."

Peter rolls his eyes and then turns to follow the rest of the guards out from the roof and Uriah follows him out.

I wait a few moments before moving back to the space I'd put Tris in.

She's crouched in the corner.

"I won't save you again. You need to leave." I say my voice taking on a serious quality.

"What is Uriah doing with Peter?"

I stare at her for a moment.

Why does she care about anyone else but herself right now? She is the one in danger.

"What does it matter? Did you hear what I said? You have to go."

"Well, I'm not leaving without you." She says, arms folding across her chest.

"That's stupid. They'll never let that happen. You need to get yourself out."

She shakes her head again.

"No. Not happening. Not without you."

"Are you deficient? You're going to get yourself killed."

"No, I'm not and you can stop being mean. I know why you're doing it, we've been through this before, you can protect me and be nice at the same time, you know."

I blink at her for a moment.

Have we really done all this before?

"I don't care about dying." She insists, "I've done it once already, I care about you."

"Why?" I say, my voice sounding a lot harsher than I mean it.

None of this is making any sense.

"I don't know." She says her voice taking on an annoyed quality.

"Maybe it's because you're so approachable and nice."

My brain goes into overdrive at her words.

A flash of a darkened room and Tris' face, bright and excited dressed from head to toe in grey clothing.

"…like a bed of nails…" I mumble to myself and Tris' eyes grow wide.

"What?" She asks, her face shining with a desperate need that I can't place.

"…Nothing."

"You remembered something." She says, eyes narrowing slightly.

"Uriah, is he a friend of yours?" I question, changing the subject.

She nods a little bit.

"Yes, and I think Marcus is controlling him somehow. We have to find out what happened to Savannah."

I raise my eyebrows.

"Another friend of yours?"

She nods.

"Christ, how many people did you bring with you?"

She lets out a small sigh.

"Too many people that I care about. Tobias, listen…"

She reaches for my hand and an electric current runs through me.

I stare at her for a moment and then I am bombarded by a vision of her lips pressed insistently against mine.

The image eventually fades away but my lips are still tingling from it.

"What the hell…" I mumble to myself, pulling my hands away from hers.

I watch her for a moment my brain trying it's best to recognize her but I still get nothing.

"Who are you?" I question.

"Tris. You know that."

I shake my head a little bit.

"No I mean…"I pause, because I don't really know what I mean.

"Are you okay?" she asks and I can feel her genuine concern like it is my own.

She's watching me and her gaze is making me uncomfortable.

"I'm fine." I mumble.

"Can I ask you something?" She asks quietly, eyes barely meeting mine.

I nod slowly.

"Earlier…when you saw Caleb and I in the closet…why didn't you call for Peter?"

I lift my shoulders slightly in a shrug.

I don't know why I'd saved her.

I don't know anything about this girl.

I just know that I don't want her dead.

"I don't know. I just…I don't want you dead."

She nods slowly and then her lips stretch into a smile.

"I can work with that."

She's so familiar and that smile….it feels like I've been waiting to see that my whole life. My brain and heart are practically singing at her presence but I don't know what any of it means.

"Can I try something?" she says, looking up at me with uncertainty.

Nerves run through me and I don't know why I care so much about what this tiny, impatient, irrational little girl thinks of me, but I do.

I care a lot.

I nod a little at her request.

She takes a couple steps towards me and before I even have time to react her lips, her amazing, soft, perfect lips are crushed against mine.