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Four and Eric get up to their usual macho bull, Tris get's a shower on her own and Tris is fighting a Dauntless born... that can't go wrong... right?

"So all the stuff Erudite printed about your father was true?" Tris said as she got up off Four.

Four stood and wrapped his arms around her from behind, hugging her in place and stopping her from moving away as he nodded. "Most of it, yes. I don't know how they found out though."

"What wasn't true then?" She asked as she petted his arms where they sat around her waist.

"He didn't murder her." He mumbled.

Patting his hand Tris said decided to leave his family talk for another day, "We should go before someone notices."

Four nodded and reluctantly let go as he stood. "I'll walk you back to the dorm."

"I thought I was meant to be walking you home." Tris joked.

"Yeah, but I'm charming, remember." Four hugged her again before kissing her neck. Although normally averse to physical touch - so much so that it was one of her fears - Tris found herself leaning into Four's embrace.

"Fine, but I'm not staying at the dorm tonight," She hesitated before finishing, "I'm actually staying at one of the leaders apartments."

Four abruptly spun her around to face him, a look of panic written all over his face. "Who's?"

Tris laughed at the sudden rush of jealousy her 'instructor' was displaying. "Relax, I'm staying in one of the empty apartments. It was the only way Jenny was going to allow me to be discharged early."

"Hn." Four replied.

Four led Tris out of the fear landscape and towards the leader's apartments. After arriving at Tris' temporary apartment Tris invited Four in for a bit.

"So what type of leader do you hope to be?" Four asked out of the blue as he sat on the couch next to Tris.

Tris was taken aback by his question, "You knew?"

"Of course." Four said as he draped his arm over her shoulders.

"And you're not mad?" Tris asked slightly shocked.

"Why would I be?" He questioned her, slightly confused.

"I just….. Since you were offered it to begin with and turned it down."

"I turned it down for a number of reasons. I'm not going to be mad because someone else is taking it." Four said honestly.

Before Tris could reply there was a knock at the door.

Tris got up and answered it, finding Eric standing there.

"Hey Tris." He grinned at her, "Mind if I come in?"

"I'm about to get ready for bed Eric, I still have training tomorrow."

At this Four made his way into view, turning Eric's smile into a snarl. "This is the leader's apartments Four," Eric growled Four's name sarcastically, "Last I checked, you don't belong here."

Tris watched as Four's instructor mask appeared on his face and he squared off with Eric. "I was just escorting Tris back when she invited me in."

"Last I saw, you were too drunk to even stand straight." He smirked. "You wouldn't happen to be fraternizing with initiates would you?"

"Funny how being chivalrous can sober you up." Four replied bordly. "And I'm not like you, Eric. I don't fool around with initiates."

Eric was about to make a snide comeback when Tris cut him off. "Four was just leaving. Is there something you needed Eric? I'm rather tired and want to go to bed." Tris repeated the last.

Eric re-adjusted himself as he turned back towards Tris, ignoring Four. "Max asked me to personally deliver these to you and go through them with you, since I will be one of the leaders working very closely with you in the future." Eric said the last bit as he looked directly at Four.

"Thank you Eric," Tris said as she took the folder from his hand, "Now if you don't mind I want to shower and get some sleep."

"But," Eric stuttered out.

"I will read it on my own and should I have any questions I will ask you. Now good bye" Tris said as she pushed both men out the door and shut it.

Eric glanced at Four and grunted, "This is all your fault."

"My fault?" Four questioned with a laugh. "It's not my fault if you don't know how to be a gentleman."

"I can be more of a gentleman than you any day!" Eric glared as he turned towards Four.

"Sure you can." Four said, shaking his head as he walked away.

"Hey," Eric called out, "We're not done here."

"I am, Good night Eric." Four called back.

Eric grumbled as he walked back to his own apartment.

Meanwhile back in the apartment

Tris relished in being able to take a shower on her own, without the fear of someone perving on her. Once done she crawled into the warm, comfy bed Max had provided and read through the file he had sent her. It contained the basic runnings of Dauntless and an outline of some of the minor projects he wanted her to work on once initiation was done.

It was nothing too fancy to begin with, attend a couple of faction leader meetings alongside him, oversee the new guard training and help design a couple of new programs, one including initiate training for the following year.

All in all 'grunt work'.

Sighing, Tris placed the folder on her nightstand and turned off the lights. She guessed that all leaders needed to start at the bottom.

When Tris woke the next morning she quickly got dressed and made her way down to the kitchen where she knocked on its side door.

From behind it she could hear a lot of yelling and crashing as well as the sound of shuffled foot steps. When the door finally opened Tris was pulled into one of the tightest hugs she had ever had. Seriously, what was with people and hugging?

"Dont cha eva scare me like tha again, ya ear me?" Terry released her.

"No promises." Tris laughed.

"Well, I figured ya wood be up at this ear time so….." He waved behind himself. "We prepped ya somethin special." He grinned lopsidedly.

Several kitchen hands and chefs filed out and into the mess hall with lots of small plates of food.

"Didn't want ya runnin on a full stomach so we made ya a littl of everathin." He continued to grin lopsidedly at Tris. "Sit, sit." He directed Tris to sit at the table. "Tim 'ear has bin tryin lotsa new fandangled things he foun in some book." Terry smacked Tim on the back.

"Oh that reminds me," Tris said as she took a seat. "That thing you made last time Tim was amazing, Christina asked what it was and if we could have it again?"

"Oh ah, sure." Tim blushed. "It was a fried curry pocket."

Tris nodded as she started nibbling at something from each plate till she had tried a little from each one. After thanking everyone and mentioning which her favourites were she set off for her morning run, sadly though it was interrupted by Eric 'joining' her.

Once done Tris headed back to the apartment to shower and dress. After making it for breakfast with the rest of her friend they all made their way to the training hall together.

Max made an appearance at the start of training and decreed that in light of recent events there would be no more knockouts till the final day of initiation. With that said Tris found herself first up in the ring and paired with a Dauntless born she didn't really know.

"Just cause you took a swim in the chasm the other day and survived doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you." He said as he squared off in front of Tris.

Tris just stared at him, a blank look that gave away nothing as she went into a defensive stance. When Eric signaled for them to start the unnamed boy in front of her ran at her leaving several openings in his attack. Tris decided - like with Peter - that he should be knocked down a few pegs, so she allowed him to make first contact.

The punch sent her spiralling to the floor where she lay still and unmoving. Unknown to her opponent, just before his punch landed Tris began the spin, turning away from the punch allowing it's force to continue her momentum downwards.

"Too easy," Said the Dauntless born as he turned away from Tris smirking, "Don't know how you had so much trouble defeating her Uriah." He called out as he laughed.

Tris smirked as she flipped over and swiped the guys feet from under him causing him to land face first into the ground. Quickly she jumped on his back and grabbed one of his wrists and elbow before forcing it backwards up the centre of his back on a painful angle.

"That's why!" Uriah howled out in laughter.

"Conceed." Tris whispered into her opponent's ear. After being met with a growl Tris used her leverage to push his arm further up his back. "Conceed." She repeated, a little louder this time.

He began to smack his other hand on the ground as he yelped out in pain "Okay, fine. I concede, I concede!"

"Never underestimate your opponent." Tris said as she got up. Once up she smiled and offered him a hand. At first he just looked at it like it might bite him, then tentatively he took the offered hand. "You leave your right side open when you throw a punch cause you throw yourself sideways. Turn more the other way as you punch and that won't happen." She said before walking away to her friends.

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