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Westin shakes his head and grabs a book off his nightstand. We spend a quiet night in their room. I leave only once to grab dinner. Tobias and I fall asleep in his bed and we sleep peacefully until I'm being shaken awake.

"What?" I mumble. "Five more minutes, Toby."

"I'm not Tobias," my mother answers. I shoot upward and so does Tobias.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, snuggling back into Tobias' chest, even though we're both sitting up.

"Remember the whole 'meeting at twelve for the shot and condom shopping' thing? You were late, so I came here to check on you and found you two asleep together and Westin sleeping as well," she answers, smiling like an Abnegation.

"Sorry. I had no idea it was so late," I murmur. "Sorry for the inconvenience."

My mother smiles at Tobias and I. "It's okay. How are you feeling, Tobias?"

Tobias shifts awkwardly. He's shirtless - he always sleeps without a shirt - and I think he feels uncomfortable about my mother seeing him without a shirt on. I shift, too, covering his chest with my body. "Uh, much better, Natalie, ma'am. Thank you for asking. How are you?"

"I'm good, thank you, Tobias. Do you mind if I take Beatrice for a few minutes?" Damn, my mother is Abnegation.

Tobias smirks at me. "Not at all. See you soon, love."

I pretend to kiss his cheek, but instead whisper, "I'll get you back for that later, 'love.'"

Tobias smirks still, until, making it look like I'm just getting out of bed, I put my hand on the inside of his thigh. His eyes widen and he frowns. I smirk at him and move my hand the tiniest bit upward. His entire body stiffens, and I know I've succeeded, so I slip out of the bed. I grab some clothes and step into their bathroom to change. I am slipping off my shirt when my mother opens the door and walks in.

Shoot. She can see my tattoos. I haven't gotten any new ones recently…..but I still have the Abnegation and Dauntless symbols and the ravens.

She nods. "Abnegation and Dauntless?"

I nod back. "Uh, yeah. Wanted to remember but still to become."

"And the ravens?"

"One for each member of my family," I answer, tracing their paths to my heart.

My mother smiles at me. "How nice."

I nod, apply deodorant, and slip on a clean black tee shirt and an old pair of Tobias' basketball shorts. Really old, apparently. I throw a black hoodie on after that, too.

"Ready to go, Beatrice?"

"Almost. Let me just talk to Tobias. Can I meet you in the waiting room?" I request.

"Of course." My mother leaves the bathroom and then the room.

I sit back on Tobias' bed and he watches me warily. I smirk.

"Damn, Tobias, what did she do to you?" Westin calls.

"Turned me on," he grumbles.

Westin chuckles. "Good job, girl."

I smirk even wider and put my hand in the same place. He stiffens again and I lean closer so we're nearly kissing. "Bye, Toby. Love you tons."

Tobias looks at me, eyes wide and body stiff. He swallows and stutters, "L-love you t-too, l-love."

I kiss his cheek and hop off his bed. "Bye, Westin." Then I walk out, chuckling to myself. My mother sits in the waiting room, staring straight ahead of her. "Ready to go, Mom?"

She looks up at me. "Yes, Beatrice. What were you doing to Tobias this morning?"

I freeze. "What?"

"You turned him on," she patiently repeats. "And I'm willing to bet you did it again after I left. How and why?"

"I, uh, he - I was getting him back," I mumble.

My mother doesn't comment on the selfishness of getting revenge; I am not Abnegation any more. Instead she chuckles. "Well, that certainly explains the paleness and stiffness."

I nod, a little dazed. "So where are we going first?"

"The shot. I made an appointment for twelve forty five with Dr. Sweets. If I understood, you had him before? For your shoulder?" My mother is being strangely formal.

"Lance? Oh, yeah. Everyone here just calls him Lance. He's pretty cool. What after that?" I correct.

"The condoms. I asked Lance where to get them and he told me of a store," she answers. "So how did you turn him on?"

"Put my hand on the inside of his thigh and moved it upward a tiny bit," I mutter.

To my surprise, she chuckles. "You're too good at that for your own good, Beatrice."

"Tris!" Lance calls, grinning at me. I groan and bury my face. "Come on."

I follow him and my mother into a room numbly. "Can we just get this over with, Lance?"

Lance grins. "No way, kid. I have to explain stuff to you."

"Ugh."

"Beatrice," my mother warns.

I glare at both of them and nod at him to start. Lance grins.

"Okay, so this shot will let you and Tobias have sex for a year, unprotected if you'd like. However, it doesn't always work for a full year, so I recommend you still use some sort of protection," Lance announces. "This shouldn't hurt. It's just a little pinch."

He sticks the needle in my arm and I don't even flinch. I'm used to needles now. The dull ache doesn't bother me. Once he puts an adhesive bandage over it, I glare at him. "Can I leave now?"

He smirks. "Don't be having too much fun in the room tonight with Westin there, lovebird."

I smack him and follow my mother out. "Let's go," I mutter, putting the hood of my sweatshirt up and pulling our Tobias' black beanie as to hide my face as much as possible. My mother leads me to a store and I follow her in, keeping my head down.

"OH MY GOD!" a familiar voice shouts. "TRIS!"

Oh, dear Lord.

"Hello, Christina!" my mother calls.

Christina rushed over and grabs me by my arm. She drags me away from my mother. "What the hell are you doing here, Tris?"

"Where are we?" I mumble.

"The lingerie, birth control, and condom store," she replies bluntly.

"Oh, um, my mom kinda forced me to get the shot and insisted I buy condoms," I mutter. Then I realize she, too, is here. "And why are you here?"

"To buy birth control. Duh. And it's so cool that your mom's so…..easygoing about it. My mom had a mini freak out when she found out I had my first boyfriend at age thirteen. I mean, it's not like we did anything, but still….anyway, your mom is great." Chris shakes her head. "Anyway, have you and Four…..?"

I redden. "No."

"And he's okay with that?"

"I think so." This sounds too much like my conversation with Marlene, Shauna, and Lynn.

But Chris doesn't lecture me. "Okay. When he gets tired of waiting, he'll let you know."

"He's been waiting nearly nineteen years. I think he can wait a few more," I mutter. Christina laughs, but doesn't respond because my mother comes over.

"Tris, I need to get home to your father. Why don't you find some that you like?" my mother requests. I redden and Christina laughs again, grabbing my arm and dragging me off. She hands me a few boxes of condoms and drags me to the cash register. I give my name and a point is subtracted. I take the boxes and put the beanie back on and my hood back up. I put the boxes in the pocket of the sweatshirt and drag my mother out of there. I rush off to the hospital after a quick "goodbye and thank you." Even though it's not like I meant it, I had to thank her.

My mother smiles at me and tells me she'll see me soon. I nod, hug her, and hightail it.

"How did it go?" Toby asks. I take the boxes out of my pocket and throw them at him. He catches two of them and the third falls on his lap. He looks at all of them, his face reddening. Westin is busy laughing his ass off.

I turn to him and shoot him a death glare. He fights to contain his laughter, and he looks so funny that I crack a smile after a few minutes. Tobias is still staring at the condoms, eyes wide.

"Dang," he whispers so only I can hear him. "Dang. Tris, your mom..."

I kiss the top of his head and sit next to him on the bed. "I know. Just saying, though, I don't want to see those at all for a long, long, looooonng time, so you had better hide 'em good. And, Tobias, your underwear drawer is not a good hiding place. At all."

He reddens even more and Westin loses whatever composure he may have had. He cracks up. Tobias hides his face in my back and I smirk.

I turn around and whisper in his ear, "Are you mad, Toby? About this morning?"

Tobias moves his head and looks at me. "I don't know. I mean, it was kind of mean, but..." He blushes and shakes his head. "It sent shivers through my body. It was the dirtiest thing you'd ever done."

I kiss his cheek. "I'm sorry, baby. I was just pissed I had to go buy those damned things."

Tobias chuckles and kisses me. "Believe me, love, if I had to do that with your father, I'd be -well, I'd go crazy."

"Why my dad?"

"'Cause Marcus isn't a father. Your dad's the closest thing to a dad I've ever had."

"He'd love to hear that," I murmur, cuddling up to Tobias. Tobias nods slowly.

"How was the shot?" he asks quietly after a few minutes.

I lean my head against his chest. "Did it hurt? No. It was kind of embarrassing, though. Just saying."

Tobias kisses the top of my head. "But now you're safe for a whole year. Even if we never - you know."

"Damn," Westin mutters. "You two are prude. How many times have you gotten laid, bro?"

Tobias reddens. "Does it matter?"

"Yeah, Toby, how many?" I ask, interested now.

He reddens even more. "None," he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. I chuckle to myself. Westin stares at Tobias.

"Bro, I have cancer, and I'm only a year older than you. I've gotten laid more times than I can count." Westin shakes his head. "Whatever. Don't you have needs, Four?"

"No. My only needs are to do what makes Tris happy," Tobias insists. I kiss his cheek.

Westin just shakes his head. "Whatever."

"Don't you have a girlfriend, Westin?" I ask.

"Not any more," he mutters.

"What happened?" Tobias situates us so we're more comfortable as he says this.

"Broke up with me after she heard." Westin shakes his head. "Idiot. Bitch."

I stand up and drag the chair next to Westin's bed. "Wanna talk about it?"

Tobias, after a few seconds, gets up and nudges me to stand so he can sit and I can sit in his lap.

Westin shakes his head. "Why don't we talk about other stuff? Tell me about your family, Tris. And I can tell you about mine. Maybe you can even talk, Tobias."

Tobias stiffens at the use of his name, but I nod. "Well, I am originally Abnegation. My father worked in the government. My mother helped run the charity for the factionless. My brother was the golden child that was a perfect model Abnegation. I was the more….rebellious child. Until the Choosing Ceremony, that is. We both betrayed our parents. It's not that I didn't love them….it's that I wasn't Abnegation enough. I couldn't do it. Caleb chose Erudite, I chose Dauntless. And my mother knew. She told me she loved me no matter what, right before I chose Dauntless. My dad was kind of pissed and refused to come see me on Visiting Day. He got over it, though. And now we eat together sometimes and Caleb and I hang out a lot. My parents are here for ambassador jobs and Caleb is also an ambassador."

Westin nods. "Well, my family is much less interesting than that. We….well, we used to be whole. My mom was Dauntless-born, Dauntless-raised. My dad was - is - an Amity transfer. My sister and I came along when they were in their twenties. She's three years older than me. She and I both chose Dauntless. My mom died of cancer right before my sister chose. Same cancer I have, actually. They didn't diagnose it in time….and she died. That tore everyone in my family up." He looks down. "My sister, Zoey, kind of lost it. She became cold and unfeeling. My dad hit the bottle. He got off it two years ago, but with him on the bottle, my mom gone, and my sister all cold….it was a hard time. My girlfriend got me through it. We stayed steady until she found out - well, we found out - and she said she couldn't be with someone who could die, go through that kind of pain. I guess she never loved me like I loved her."

We sit in silence after that. "Okay," I mutter.

Westin gains some of his courage after a few minutes. "Four, why don't you share?"

Tobias stiffens beneath me. "No."

"Tobias," I whisper, feather-light, into his ear. "He already knows. This will just show him you trust him."

He shifts and looks into my eyes. "But you're the only person I've ever really told that stuff to," he mutters.

"Take a risk," I suggest, sliding my nose along his jaw, pressing a kiss here and there.

Tobias grasps my chin, hard. "He'll pity me."

"Do you pity him? Because obviously you both had tough childhoods. Neither of you want pity."

A look of determination crosses Tobias' face. "Fine." I turn around on his lap and Westin looks at us expectantly. I can feel Tobias' heart beating beneath me a little faster. He opens his mouth. We wait. "I - I can't do it," he mumbles. I turn again and wrap my arms around him.

"It's okay," Westin announces, surprising both Tobias and I. "You need time. I get it."

Tobias nods, slowly at first, then faster. "Thanks, Westin. This is stuff I haven't told anyone….other than Tris."

Westin grins. "Of course you've told her. So how's the wound doing?"

I get off Tobias and he strips his shirt off to show Westin the healing wound. Westin grins wider and Tobias pulls his shirt back on. Tobias smiles back at him tightly and I stand next him, putting my hand on the Abnegation tattoo by sliding my hand up his shirt. He shivers and smirks at me.

Suddenly Westin gasps and winces in pain.

"Are you okay?" Tobias and I say at the same time.

"Y-yeah. One second," he requests, stuttering a little. "I - It j-just - ouch."

Tobias walks back to his bed and lays back down. I, however, press the nurse button on Westin's bed. The door opens, and instead of a nurse, Westin's doctor walks in. He's short, with dark skin and graying hair.

"J-Jason," Westin mumbles, face white with pain.

"How bad does it hurt?" Apparently Jason isn't up for formalities.

"Pretty bad," Westin answers, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead now.

"Do you want some morphine added to your drip?"

"No, thanks. I'm getting the imp-implant soon, right? W-when?" Westin stutters. I touch his shoulder, and he stops shaking so much.

"A week and a half or so," Jason informs him, laying his other hand on Westin's shoulder. "If you want, we can try a little more chemo before then. I mean, your kidneys are mostly gone, but the cells are still there. During the surgery, we were planning on removing the last little bit of cancer tumor anyway."

Westin shakes his head, and his copper-colored hair falls into his bluish eyes. "I c-can stick it out f-for another week and a half. I r-really don't want m-more chemo."

Jason nods. "Okay, Westin. Just hang in there with the pain. It'll be mostly over in a week and a half, and you can go home to your friends over there and your family."

Westin nods. "I'm g-going to try and sleep."

"Good idea. You want the lights off?" I answer. Jason nods at me and leaves.

"Y-yes, thank you," Westin requests. "Thanks, Tris. And for getting Jason in here." I notice the stutter is going away slightly. I turn off the lights and cuddle up to Tobias, who's already dozing. Westin snores softly and I fall asleep with Tobias' arms around me.

Then I wake up to a painful scream.