This is the final chapter of this story! I am going to continue the POV into Insurgent, a lot of people have asked for it. I have off from work tomorrow so keep an eye out for it-there will probably be a lot of chapters going up tomorrow, I will post an additional chapter in this story with a link to my new one. Thank you so much for the support, I really enjoyed getting into Four's head for this story! Enjoy!


Four feels Tris pull back and he continues to process the information from when he was under the simulation. "Was I running the simulation?" he asks Tris, his mind unable to process the images he was seeing.

"I don't know if you were running it, more like monitoring it. It's complete so I think we just need to figure how to turn it off." Four remembers how it felt in the simulation, the serum redirecting every thought he had that didn't aid in the overall outcome. Four say quickly, "It's incredible, terrible, but incredible at the level of control it has."

Tris gasps and Four turns to where her attention is, "Tobias, we have to stop it now!" He sees a group of Dauntless soldiers surrounding Peter and two other people, one who has the same grey eyes as Tris, it must be her brother. Four lunges at the computer and begins typing furiously, he hears Tris shout his name and he begins to type faster. As he hits the last key, his eyes shoot up to the screen and sees all the Dauntless soldier's arms drop to their sides, looks of confusion spreading across their faces. Four feels for them, understanding what it was like to wake up out of that daze and realize they had done, still emotional from what he had done to Tris, only he hadn't killed anyone and assumed they were feeling much worse. Suddenly he realizes something and lunges back at the computer.

"I have to get the data Tris or they'll just start it back up again." He furiously works and finally removes the disk from the computer. "I got it." He hands it to Tris, the only person who can keep it safe in case they are pulled back under simulation again. She looks at him and realizes the same thing, "We have to leave."

He wraps his arms around her shoulders and leads her down the hallway. He hears her scream as she sees the bodies lying on the floor and he recognizes Andrew Prior. Tris must have either seen him die or had not known. Four's heart breaks for her, understanding how much she loved her family despite her faction switch. She takes five deep breathes and then Four pulls her along. They meet up with the boy who has the same eyes as hers, yet more curious with something else hidden behind them, and she pulls him into a hug. Four hears him ask about their father and Tris is only able to shake her head.

As Four is watching them, he feels a pair of eyes on him and the hair on the back of his neck suddenly raises. He remembers that feeling, that look and as he raises his eyes, he meets the one pair he hoped he would never see again. As Four stands frozen, he sees his father move towards him, put his arms around him and pull him into a hug. "Son," Marcus chokes out and Four winces at the feeling of his arms around him. He remembers those touches of endearment; they were usually followed by touches of hate, abuse.

Before he can do anything, Tris was between them pushing Marcus off from him. "Stay away from him," she hisses at him. Everyone freezes and he hears her brother ask her what she's doing. Tris ignores them all and Four wants to wipe the innocent look of shock of Marcus' face, remembering it all too well when someone would start to question the marks on Four's body as a child.

Tris turns to her brother and tells him, "Not all those Erudite articles were full of lies." Four can see Marcus' rage start to build and he doesn't want Tris to ever be on the end of one of this temper tantrums. He hears Marcus say, "What are you talking about? I don't know what you've been told Beatrice but-" She cuts him off, "The only reason I haven't shot you yet is because he is the one who should get to do it. Stay away from him or I'll decide I no longer care."

Four slips his hands around her arms and squeezes, reassuring her that he is fine at the moment with Marcus here. He will deal with that later; he just wants to keep her from becoming one of his targets. He has to get the group moving, assuming reinforcements will be here soon when they realize the simulation has stopped. "We need to get moving, the train will be here soon." He turns and walks and as he passes his father he feels himself flinch slightly and immediately clenches his jaw. He hates that his father still affects him the way he does and one day he hopes he has the power to be around that man safe in the knowledge that he can't hurt him anymore.

He hears Tris mutter sorry to him and he turns to take her hand, wanting to let her know he enjoyed watching her stand up for him. They were each other's protectors and as long as they remembered that they would get through whatever this situation threw at them. "You have nothing to be sorry for." He could feel his hand shaking slightly and Tris squeezed it reassuringly, removed all fear from his body just as she did in the fear landscape. The power she had over him was amazing and he never wanted to let that go.

She turns to the group, "If we take the train in the opposite direction, out of the city, we can go to Amity headquarters. That's where the others went." The group begins to debate about Candor but all Four wants to do is get on the train, he has to escape what has become of his city and get Tris to safety. With Jeanine still running around, neither of them is safe here at the moment.

As they stand waiting for the train, Four can feel Tris begin to become weak on her feet. She had been shot not hours earlier yet still managed to rescue him. He doesn't even ask but picks her up, enjoying the feeling of having her in his arms. He feels her lean into his shoulder and her breath tickles his bare skin. He pulls her tighter; knowing the only way to keep her safe is to keep her close to him. He hates that Peter and Marcus are so close by, two people he would rather have Tris as far away from as possible. He has no idea what Peter's true intentions are but he isn't going to let him act on them if they include any malice toward Tris. He will be watching him closely, both of them, ready to attack if either even breath a word of harm toward her.

As the train approaches, Four reluctantly lets Tris down but keeps his hands on her. He watches her jump on, favoring her left arm over the right one. After he gets on, he sits down next to Tris immediately, choosing a spot that blocks Tris from Peter and Marcus' view. From now on if either of them wants to get to her, they will have to go through him. He can't stand it any longer, being this close to her and not touching her. He was holding back because of her brother but he learned his lesson from these recent events, they may not have time to waste.

He pulls Tris against him, wrapping his body around her so she is enclosed and safe. The day's events changed so much of their world; he had no idea how they were going to move forward. She whispered to him, "My parents died today." She said it so matter of factly, as if she hadn't processed they were gone from the world. He knew that feeling, when his mother died it took him a while, especially after the beating from Marcus, to process that she was really gone. Tris continued and Four let her get all the words out, knowing it would help the grieving process, "They did for me."

"They loved you; to them there was no better way to show it." Four realized he had never had that feeling, that his parents loved him enough to stay around. He knew his mother did but her death was so sudden that he felt in a way she had abandoned him. He felt her eyes on her and he let out some emotion he had been carrying around, "You nearly died today. I almost shot you. Why didn't you shoot me Tris?" He couldn't have lived with himself if he had come out of the simulation to have the memory of pulling that trigger. Four had no idea how she was able to stand there and stare down that gun, knowing he may never come back to her.

"I couldn't do that. It would have been like shooting myself." He knew the feeling, remembering when she got shot today and feeling the phantom bullet go through himself as well. He was still dwelling on the idea of the gun in his hands pressed against her forehead, the emotion of almost doing that to her caused him to lean in and brush his lips against hers. It wasn't the kiss he wanted, the one his body craved, but with so many witnesses, it was the only one the situation allowed.

He looked in her eyes and said, "I have something to tell you." She ran her hands over his and looked back at him, Four feeling his breath hitch in his body at the words he was about to say. He had known for a long time the way he felt but never got the right opportunity to say it. Now, after watching her get shot, having the memory of almost shooting her, and the uncertain future laid out ahead of them, Four realized he wasn't going to wait any longer.

"I might be in love with you," he smiled at her, "I'm waiting to tell you when I'm sure though." He laughed and kicked himself mentally, he knew but he just couldn't make himself that vulnerable. After everything he had been through in his life, breaking down that last wall was the hardest. He saw Tris smiling back at him and suddenly his heart soared, knowing he wasn't going to be able to contain those words for much longer.

"That's very sensible of you; we should find some paper so you can make a chart or a list or something." Tris teased him and Four laughed at her joke, grateful for her easing some of the tension. He pressed his lips to her face and then whispered in her ear, "Maybe I'm already sure and I just don't want to frighten you." Or myself, he thought. This kind of devotion to someone was new, having never felt this connection to anyone beside his mother and that was so long ago he barely remembered the feeling.

She smiled again and he heard her laugh, which was one of the greatest sounds he could hear, especially after the day they had. "Then you should know better." Four looked into her eyes and saw it there too but he saw her wall up still guarding it. She had been hurt so much today, Four assumed she couldn't say it because of the fear of losing him, the way she lost her parents. His heart couldn't take any other reason why, he knew she felt the same way and wouldn't press her to say it.

He leaned in close and let the last wall be broken by her; she did after all slowly break all the others down. "Fine," he said in a hushed voice, wanting this moment to only be shared by them, "I love you."

He didn't have to wait in agony to know how she felt or if he scared her because the minute the words were out of his mouth, her lips pressed against his. They shared a more passionate kiss, not caring who was around, and Four felt himself being tied to her, permanently, this was where he belonged. She was his life now, what he would live for and protect.

As they pull away, Four saw Tris playing with the hard drive and can feel Marcus' greedy stare on it. He pulls her into his chest, protecting her and the data they rescued. As the train moves forward, Four wasn't sure what they were going to find outside the fence but knows with Tris by his side, no matter what they faced, they would have the strength to overcome it.